"You place your trust in men you just met?!" Achilles said sternly to his student in the hallway near the entrance of the manor. "Have I taught you nothing?!" He swats at Connor's arm.
"But Achilles, they are my ancestors", Connor raises his arms in defense of another swat to the arm.
"How are you even sure that they are not lying?" Achilles gripped his cane and emphasized the word 'lying'. "They may be crazy people… have you seen their robes?!"
"Please, Achilles", Connor tries to calm his angered mentor "let me elaborate".
The old man sighed an exasperated sigh but agreed to let Connor explain.
"As I was…," Connor tried to think of something that would cover up what his real activity was, " exploring town…. I was grabbed by a glowing light-".
IXIXIXIXIXI
Ezio stood by the doorway connecting the hallway to the reading room to overhear the conversation between mentor and student. Altair, noticing this, walked towards his descendant and placed his hand on his shoulder.
"Respect," he addressed Ezio sternly. Just like how an older brother would tell his little brother to shut up.
Ezio huffed and shoved the hand away from his shoulder like a stubborn child and walked away from his station to stand next to Desmond, who was staring at the empty fireplace.
Desmond stared into the fireplace, thinking about why he heard Rebecca's voice. He had a lot to think about ever since they got here. For instance: why did they get here? , How did they get here? , Is he really dead? , why is he in colonial times as himself and not as Connor?, why's, how's… so many questions. But who really cares about those questions? Not me.
"You must know a lot about us".
Desmond looked at the ancestor with shock. He was so lost in the questions circling in his head that he forgot what was happening right before him. "Huh?", he says after blinking a few times trying to wake himself up.
Ezio smiled at his descendant who actually paid attention to him.
"Because of the magical chair, si?"
"Uh, yeah… what about it?"
"So what do you know about… I don't know… me?"
"Well… um…", Desmond coughed and looked away for a while. The knowledge about Ezio's life rushed into memory. The women, Christina, Leonardo, is family's death, he force of life throwing him into the life of assassins, everything. All these things, but all that came out was…
"You're… cool".
"Cool…" Ezio thought for a while and smiled "What about me that is 'cool'?"
In all honesty, Ezio only knew the first meaning of cool which meant the temperature but Desmond used the word as a way to describe him. It must have been a good meaning in his time, he thought.
"I don't know", oh but there are a lot of reasons why Desmond thought Ezio was cool. "I guess it's because of the family you have. He brought up his hand to count out the names of his family. "Y'know… Federico, Petrucio, your sister…"
Ezio's smile faded. "My family", he says as he looks away a while and his hand tightened his fist. In remembrance of the memory of the hanging.
"Whoa dude… chill I was talking about how much fun it was to be with them before… the thing happened", Desmond said in an attempt to make Ezio think of happier times.
Ezio's smile returned, "Yes… I remember them".
"Like the time your brother dared you into a race and you won", Desmond punched Ezio's arm softly "nice one though".
Ezio laughed. "That wasn't my first winning though".
"Somehow, I doubt that", Altair said out of nowhere.
"Were we talking to you?" Ezio directed his attention back to Altair. He was still a bit pissed about the tree. After seeing Altair's smirk.
"Oh my god', Desmond's hand came to his face and he scoots a few steps away from Ezio to get himself not involved with the fight that was about to occur.
"What happened to respect, old man". Ezio walked towards Altair to talk to him face to face. To give him a piece of his mind.
"If you knew the meaning of respect then you would refer to me by my name, child". Altair emphasized the word 'child' to insult Ezio.
"Fine, great and almighty, Altair", Ezio emphasized Altair's name to insult Altair.
"So it I true", Achilles came in the right time and disrupted the fight that was about to happen. Connor stood behind him.
Both assassins who were about rip each other's throats, moved away from each other while Ezio stood closer to Desmond. Altair took a few steps away to stand nearer to the couch.
"You are Altair", Achilles looked towards the assassin who wore plain robes with a red sash.
"Yes… I am he whom you speak of".
"More like the 'stronzo' whom you speak of… huh?", Ezio nudged Desmond whom he hoped that he would understand the joke a bit more.
"Leave me out of it Ezio", though Desmond said this he chuckled a bit before breathing to show he was serious.
"I know that Connor came from an…", Achilles looked at Connor "Interesting family but being related to 2 great assassins".
"It almost cancels out what happened".
"What happened?", Altair uttered without thought.
"Oh, you will learn soon enough". Achilles turned a bit o look at Connor. "Connor, bring down clothes for them to wear. They stick out like a sore thumb… especially the chatty one", he pointed his chin towards Ezio as he directed Connor to get the clothing.
"What?", Ezio also uttered without thought.
Desmond laughed a bit again while Altair tried to fight his smirk.
Connor agreed and did what he was told and walked upstairs to get the things as requested of him.
"Now… I still do not believe a word of what he said but…" Achilles moved to his favorite chair. Desmond and Ezio helped him to the chair whilst Altair watched.
"Thank you", Achilles placed his cane down beside him.
"I still do not fully believe what Connor divulged to me but he seems to not be under the influence of any extraordinary tea… most of it doesn't even make sense".
"We know sir, we're still trying to figure it out ourselves", Desmond said on behalf of his ancestors.
"Well anyways… I won't judge his decisions but I will judge".
All three assassins nodded.
"Altair… there is a lot that you've done for the order-".
"I am well aware although I have doubts", Altair interjected.
"Sorry messere… he's very stubborn he refuses to… accept many things", Ezio said.
"And that is what your bloodline is good for… being stubborn as it seems".
"I have brought the clothes as requested", Connor announced as he plops the clothing on the couch. All the assassins turned to look at the clothes Connor brought down.
"Well it seems you will change…" Achilles sighed and looked toward the window.
Ezio, Altair and Desmond looked at the clothing and went over to the couch to pick it up. Then the three looked to Connor.
Connor stared in awe… in so much awe that the realized that they needed to change somewhere and thus he jumped a little before leading them to the room where they may change.
IXIXIXIXIXI
None of them had a hard time to put on the clothing except Altair who fumbled a lot with the buttons. He was so frustrated that he was the last to come out of the room. Ezio admired himself in the mirror loving the fit it had on himself. Desmond used to play a colonial person in a play once so he had enough general knowledge as to how the suit should be put on.
Ezio wore a brown waistcoat with a white long-sleeved undershirt and its collar is donned with a simple white cravat, black breeches and white stockings with the shoes with belts on them. He refused to wear the long coat but agreed to wear a tricorn hat. Desmond wore long pants, his undershirt's sleeves were folded and a vest was worn over it, and the collar of the white shirt did not have a cravat but a ribbon.
Connor, Ezio, and Desmond watched the door of the room Altair was changing in… waiting for him to emerge. Ezio was the first to knock. "Altair?", he called out against the door. "You okay in there?"
A sound vibrated from the door which would mean Altair punched the door itself.
"He's pissed", Desmond said with a small laugh a long with Ezio.
"Need help?" Ezio asked to add wood to fuel the fire of Altair's anger.
"I am fine!".
"You do not sound as if you are fine".
Another punch.
Both Ezio and Desmond were holding their laughs in. Ezio bit his lip while Desmond bit his knuckles.
Connor knocked this time. "I'm coming in", he said after opening the door slightly.
"I said I require no aid!", And the door closed again then a Syrian curse word could be heard from outside.
Desmond knocked again, "you sure you don't need help? 'Cause were coming in anyways".
A pause of silence fills the air.
"Fine, but do not laugh", Altair gave up.
"No promises Altair", Ezio announced.
Both Connor and Desmond nudged Ezio's side.
"You may enter now".
As the 3 enter, Ezio was the first to laugh.
Desmond a came a bit later and Connor chuckled.
"You 3 agreed not to laugh!" said Altair with a blush of embarrassment spread on his face.
"And we did say no promises!", Desmond said after a few laughs.
"Just… help me out".
"Alright, Ezio calmed down a bit.. Connor helped to adjust the sleeved while Desmond fixed the hat. Ezio buttoned the front of the coat.
"You see, old man. It doesn't hurt to ask for help from your family members", Ezio said this like how his older brother would.
Altair grunted in response. He never had a family to turn to to help him with things like this. Everything he learned, he learned by himself.
"Here I'll teach you how to button your shirt" Ezio began as he grabbed Altair's hands to help him out with the buttons. "You just look for the slit and enter your button from there."
Altair shooed Ezio's hands away then he did as he was guided to do.
"See? Wasn't so bad", Desmond said.
Altair was the one who buttoned the rest of his buttons that covered the nose and mouth of his face.
The other 3 assassins took a step back to admire their work and nodded in approval.
Altair wore a long coat which reached his knees the sleeves had long a long fold that almost reached his elbows. His face was hidden behind the long collar which was buttoned up by himself and his tricorn hat completed the look.
Connor led the 3 assassins to the front door but was stopped by Altair's hand on his arm. "Do you not need his approval before exiting?", he reminded Connor before Connor touched the door knob.
Connor nodded and turned to move towards the reading room where Achilles sat and played chess with no one. "We're leaving".
"Leave", said Achilles simply.
"What a nice man", Ezio said sarcastically as Connor came back to the group.
"Yes… yes he is", Connor said back not catching the fact Ezio said this sarcastically.
As Connor grabbed the door knob and turned it. They are again transported by a shining bright light to another location.
IXIXIXIXIXIXIXI
Achilles sighed as he moved another piece. "Stubbornness must be an inherited trait…"
Author's Note:
Like I said before, now and then.
Thank you again for the reviews. Those who are better at describing clothes, please help me out.
you can ask questions. I'll answer them to the best of my ability.
