Oh hey, I'm not sure if anyone read this type of crossover anyway. Especially an OC story one.
So since I'm insanely busy in school my updates are going to be twice as long. My story update patterns will be from this order: Silver Particles, Is it Always About Go?, Heroes Blood, The Red Flash Alchemist. Although I may break the pattern and update another story more.
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On a normal random day to the market, Theseus likes to believe everything is peaceful despite the ongoing events in this era. He hoped, that was till a smelly hooded man tried to run over his cousin with a…horse?
He can handle his companion's complaints, but trying to prevent their supernatural abilities from being known in public was difficult with two hellions wanting to chase down the man. They don't need to start a witch hunt! He accomplished calming down his older sister, now the granddaughter of Hades and Zeus…that's asking to get electrified.
"Calm down Lorene." A pretend sixteen year old tries to placate the older teen.
"Why should I calm down? That crazy man can't even drive a damn horse! He almost ran over me if it wasn't for you two getting that horse's warning." Minor electric sparks zapping around the dark haired girl. She'll electrify the bastard next time if she spots the white robe he's wearing. Jokes on her, the rocker punk knew he disappear, and most guys here wear white robes!
"Um...you can't drive a horse." Aysel deadpanned, before continuing. "I think you meant ride, and who cares. At least we're resting from that long path we took."
"Be glad we finish hiking through the mountains." Theseus reasonably agreed with his older sister. Lorene needs to chill, females are not that violent and temperamental at this time period. The golden boy sighs wanting to get their shopping list done. He doesn't want to keep wearing a head covering. He can sense his older sister agitation to her own head covering and long dress she had to wear.
"Tch. We should had use our secret underground path, we would had gotten to Damascus by now." The granddaughter of two of the Big Three complained.
Aysel twitched. Was Aunt Thalia this annoying? She remembers glimpse of Thalia during her time in the Hunt. Nope she wasn't, she was bossy and overly confident. She guess Lorene inherited her blabbing mouth from her Uncle Nico, he always complained when her father wet him.
"Then how are you going to explain about people popping out of the ground in broad daylight?" Theseus pointed out.
"If we're seen we could just make them think they went mental. People here are too superstitious." Lorene shrugged.
"That's not nice." Theseus commented.
Aysel groan, the shopping won't get done if they just stand and argue the whole day.
"Look we are almost there. Can you see the large gate because it's right in front of you." Aysel snarked sarcastically.
The dark haired girl look past her cousins' shoulder, the city gates is in front of her.
"Oh." Lorene shut her mouth.
"I...I-i knew that." She weakly boasted.
Aysel and Theseus both rolled their eyes. Why were they paired up with her again?
They lightly jogged towards the entrance. The trio pause watching a man getting harass by the guards. Lorene hands hover on top of the hilt of her sword, fighting the urge to make a scene with these mortals.
"Uh...yeah, come on guys. Move along, we can't go hero especially you two. That scholar can find help on its own." Theseus weakly smiled.
The atmosphere around the three teens could not be any more depressing. Feeling disappointed to leave a victim with his tormentors, just to blend in to this backwash society.
"Halt! What is your business in this city?" The guard questioned them, mostly paying attention towards Theseus for an answer.
"My cousin, sister-" Theseus motioned towards the two females near him, "-and I are going to visit a relative here in Damascus."
The guard glance at his companions, seeing them hungrily leering down at the females. They are beautiful even if they can't see much, their eyes have life in them that any female around here doesn't. The young man's eyes and appearance puts all the other men to shame. Some of the guards are not even ashamed to go far as raping males, if the male in question is highly attractive. The only married guard in the group decided to let them in before a guard decided to use an excuse to gang up on them just for the sake of pleasure.
"You may go, enjoy your visit in the city."
Theseus humbly thanked the guard and fast walked sensing the other guards' intention. He gripped his older sister by the arm knowing she sensed the same thing he did. The trio speed walked and changed their paths repeatedly in case the guards at the gate followed them.
The assassin rode his horse carelessly out of anger. How dare the other assassins joke about his punishment! Once he arrives to Damascus the entrance seems guarded, no way he can climb the city's wall. He stopped his search to rescue a scholar, the defenseless man turns out to be useful. The scholar helped him sneak into the city.
The first thing Altair accomplish was by climbing a tower to get a layout of the city. Luckily he can see the Rafiq's location. He headed to the Assassin's Bureau, he needs to accomplish this mission quick. He doesn't want to stay as a novice forever! Altair enter the bureau from the rooftops alerting the Rafiq of his presence.
The Rafiq looks up from his pottery, "Altair. It's good to see you. And in one piece."
Altair returned the greeting. "You as well, friend."
To hell with it, the Rafiq knows Altair can't disrespect him unless he wants his permission to assassinate. "I'm sorry for your troubles."
Altair didn't want the conversation to take place. "Think nothing of it."
The Rafiq not caring reported. "A few brothers of yours were here earlier, in fact. Oof, if you'd heard the things they'd said..." He pause giving a subtle glance at the ex-master assassin. "I'm certain you'd have slain them where they stood."
Gritting his teeth, Altair dismiss that notion. "It's quite alright."
The man spoke whimsically. "Yes, you've never been one for the Creed, have you?"
Altair held his tongue, if he wants his mission. Altair cannot anger any Rafiqs. "Is that all?"
The Rafiq wave him off. "I'm sorry. Sometimes I forget myself. What business brings you to Damascus." As if not knowing himself, he did receive a notification from the master.
"A man named Tamir. Al Mualim takes issue with the work he does. I'm meant to end it." The arrogant assassin spoke then demanded. "Now tell me where to find him."
The Rafiq jokingly spoke. "Surely you remember how to track an enemy."
Altair was quick to answer. "Of course!" As if insulted, he went on to explain what he remembers. "Learn where he will be and when. But that sort of work is best left for..." Realizing his mistake, and what position he is in the Brotherhood. "I understand."
The man gives him a smug look. "Go and search the city. Determine what he's planning and where he works. Preparation makes the victor."
Altair sighed. "What can you tell me of him?"
"Tamir makes his living as a black market merchant." The Rafiq stated. "So the Souk district should be your destination. I would suggest you seek out the following places" He pointed different districts on his map. "A small souk northeast of here, the madrasah to our east. And in the gardens north of this Bureau. Focus on these places and he should become well known to you."
Altair wince. "I assume you want me to return to you when this is done."
He never had to talk to a Rafiq to kill before, he always done his assassination. Al Mualim wanted him to suffer for his disobedience.
The Rafiq of Damascus stared at the other man as if he just saw an incompetent child. "Yes. Come back to me. I'll give you Al Mualim's marker," he pointed a finger at Altair, "and you'll give us Tamir's life.
Altair nodded. "As you wish."
The owner of the bureau went back to his pottery. Preoccupied with his painting, without sparing a glance. "Remember, Altair, if you find yourself in trouble, and the city turned against you, return to the bureau. I can shelter you from the storm." Altair let loose a huff, "Is that all?"
The Rafiq shook his head. "Be warned though, if your enemies are too close, my door will remain closed, until you've lost them. Do you understand?"
Altair sighed, "Yes. To bring the enemy inside would compromise the Brotherhood."
"Very well. Off you go." The Rafiq cheerfully pointed the way out.
Altair leaves the bureau, his first target was beating up a man, and then ending his life as he had nothing better to give. The next knowledge to gain, he has to race across rooftops to catch an informant. A few pickpockets here and there, Altair was almost finish gathering enough intel. As he strolled down the street looking for an informant, he crashed into another person knowing the pot that was held about to meet the floor. Altair ignored his victim, not the first women he accidentally crashed or shoved his way through. Altair began to walk away, expecting to hear a pot shattering and curses. He did heard colorful words, where on earth did this woman learn such language?
His assassin reflex failed to warn him that a pot was hurled towards his back.
Altair spun around in a heat of rage, what a disrespectful woman, he thought. The woman turns out to be a small girl five years his junior. That explains her impudent action towards him. Altair study her form as if she was an enemy, her posture is that of a highborn warrior watching him with glowing azure guarded eyes. Those eyes searing his soul like it's the foulest presence she have the displeasure of meeting with her own gaze.
He smirked when he saw her eyes flickering with recognition. Good, she knows he is an assassin and shouldn't be trifle with. "Well little girl, are you going to apologize and beg for your life?"
Aysel gotten mostly half of her shopping list done, it was so tedious she have to waste part of her awareness to watch out for pickpockets. Some civilians in the area already lost their things, so far she didn't ran into one. She cannot wait to head back to the island! The sun heat on her extremely covered up body is unbearable in this time of year. Maybe she should had listen to Boadicea lesson on how to keep cool. Something about having water flow on the inside? The more she reflect on her past decision, the more she wanted to slap herself silly. Now she's boiling on the inside with these clothes and her feet is sore. With the heat, she might as well be developing blisters.
Grumbling, she settle the closed pot of newly acquired live fishes on top of her head. It was by chance she met a merchant who was eccentric to sell her things that are deemed exotic. The coolness of the pot lessen the heat. She gently closed her eyes, immediately someone pushed her by the shoulder. In her mediocre training compared to half-bloods, she managed to catch the pot of fishes.
"Hey! What's going on?!"
"Did the misses almost drop us?"
"Lucky bastard, you're a baby shark. You wouldn't be able to tell. You're already taking up space!"
"Geez sorry….for a clownfish, you're not very nice."
"Who said I was funny?"
Aysel developed a headache, the fishes are being too loud for her. In the second she caught them, she started to cuss them out to be quiet and secretly swear at the man who cause them to be uncomfortable. In a fit, she threw a nearby empty pot, aiming at is vertebrate. That caused the man to turn shift his attention to her. Instantly she judge whether she can handle him or if he's too much trouble. For an impertinent man, he smells terribly! She wanted to gag into her pot of sea animals, but decided not to unless she wanted a problem with them. In this reality fishes and horses don't believe their creator is Poseidon. She doesn't have any authority to get them to cooperate with her, she had to use the old live or die tale to the fishes.
Judging by his stance, he is well verse in battles, and it looks like he wants to kill her. She can't get a good look of his face because of his hood obscuring his features. She have no idea why she's searching his face instead of body language, an uncouth man probably has the worst facial features. She took another whiff, she recognize the scent of fresh blood. So he's not adverse to murder huh? She thought as a memory of earlier today happened. What was her luck in running into a man who can't ride a horse? He's apparently over-weight if what his horse said was true.
"Well little girl, are you going to apologize and beg for your life?"
Amused, Aysel is actually ten years his senior, he looks to be starting in his twenties and her blessing from the Goddess of Love gives her information on their physicals. She held off the info in her head about his ability to have gold eyes. Also the fact that she had mostly combat training her whole life, what can he do to hurt her?
It may be arrogant of her to underestimate a potential enemy, but what normal human had the ability to fight a normal demigod. She quickly dismiss that statement, the history of Hector and Achilles battle flooded in, but Hector did lost in the end. Okay…the way this robe guy is ready for action and well-guarded, he may be difficult for her to fight. Clearly he has the advantage. She's wearing a heavy long dress for Zeus's sake! Her mobility is highly restricted.
Altair had to blink, she just ignored him! No one ignores his death threat before, he gawked as he watch her wander off with her pot somewhere else. He could go after her, he would be lying if he doesn't say she at least intrigues him, but he wants to get his rank back.
He returns a few moments later after completing an escort mission with an informant to safety.
"Altair! Welcome, welcome!" The Rafiq waved as if a new package he waited finally came.
Altair annoyed. "I've done what you asked." He narrowed his eyes. "Now give me the marker."
Rafiq shrugs. "First things first. Tell me what you know."
Altair began summarizing what he learned. "Tamir rules over the Souk Al-Silaah. He makes his fortune selling arms and armor, and is supported by many in this endeavor. Blacksmiths, traders, financiers. He's the largest death-dealer in the land."
The Rafiq hummed before questioning the man. "And have you devised a way to rid us of this blight?"
"A meeting is being arranged at Souk Al-Silaah to discuss an important sale. They say it's the largest deal Tamir has ever made. He'll be distracted with his work. That's when I'll strike."
"Your plan seems solid enough. I give you leave to go." The Rafiq places a feather on his counter. Altair reaches and stored the feather in one of his pouches.
Lowering his tone. "Let Al Mualim's will be done. You may rest here until you are ready."
Altair had a short rest, he sets out toward the Souk. He jumped down from the rooftop, and began blending in the crowd, he spotted Tamir talking to another merchant.
"Your men have failed to fill the order, which means I have failed my client."
The old merchant followed behind Tamir. "We need more time!"
Tamir exasperated with his incompetent worker. "This is the excuse of a lazy or incompetent man. Which are you?"
"Neither." The old merchant argued back.
Altair grew bored, watching two man quarrel is not amusing. He wished they hurry up, he needs to assassinate Tamir and get his next target.
"What I see says otherwise." Tamir began leading both of them to the middle of the Souk. He then stop and turn yelling at the buffoon. "Now, tell me, what to do intend to do to solve this problem of ours? These weapons are needed now!
The old man tired of Tamir snarled. "I see no solution! The men work day and night, but your... "client" requires so much, and the destination-it is a difficult route."
Tamir bicker back seeing that he just lost profit because of the other merchant. "Were it that you could produce weapons with the same skill you produce excuses!"
"I've done all I can." The old man crossed his arms.
Tamir asserts. "It is not enough."
"Then perhaps you ask too much." The other merchant began to walk away.
"Too much?" Tamir began to follow, stopping the other merchant. "I gave you everything! Without me, you would still be charming serpents for coin!" He spat.
"All I ask in return was you fill the orders I bring you! And you say I ask too much?" He coughed at the man's face. "You dare disrespect me?"
The old man knew he was on thin ice. "Please, Tamir. I meant no insult!"
"Then you should have kept your mouth shut!" Tamir bellowed as he draws out his sword and slashed the merchant on his mid-section.
"No! Stop!" The other merchant begged.
"Stop?" Tamir questioned, then snarled. "I'm just getting started!"
In the same Souk, Theseus watched the scene turning green as Tamir keeps slashing without mercy at the old man.
"You came into MY souk! Stood before MY men! And dare to insult ME?" Tamir voice crescendoing till it is a bellow.
"YOU. MUST. LEARN. YOUR. PLACE!" Tamir kept stabbing, enunciating each word as he stabbed.
Tamir pushed the dead body to the fountain, one of his men was about to move the body. Theseus paled as the water saturated completely with blood, in light of the situation he joked that….that is one source of water he will never touch in his lifetime.
Tamir stopped his servant. "No. Leave the body. Let this be a lesson to the rest of you."
"Think twice before you tell me something cannot be done. Now get back to work." He yelled at the crowd.
Altair took that as his que to assassinate Tamir. He silently crept around among the crowd, being anonymous. He didn't fooled a certain golden hair boy, Theseus observed the assassin with a trained eye.
Altair followed Tamir to one of the stalls and finally impale him with his hidden blade. "Be at peace."
"You'll pay for this. You, and all your kind." Tamir spoked.
Altair shrugs, "It seems you're the one who pays now, my friend. You'll not profit from suffering any longer."
Tamir chuckled. "You think me a petty death-dealer, suckling at the breast of war? A strange target, don't you think? Why me, when so many others do the same?"
"You believe yourself different, then?" Altair inquired.
"Oh, but I am! For I serve a far nobler cause than mere profit. Just like my brothers." Tamir coughed.
"Brothers?" Altair became confuse.
Tamir snidely said. "Ah, but he thinks I act alone. I am but a piece. A man with a part to play. You'll come to know the others soon enough. They won't take kindly to what you've done."
Altair arrogantly accepted the challenge. "Good. I look forward to ending their lives as well."
"Such pride… It will destroy you, child." He condescended, those were his last words as he died.
Altair took out the feather, and coated the feather with his victim's blood. The market turn into chaos, everyone run away from the assassin. Altair tries escaping the guards as he ran.
Theseus was caught up with the herd, sure he was trained, but a shrieking crowd scared of death. It is hard to maneuver around them, not if he wants to be stomped to death. He paled when the assassin was heading his way, Theseus almost let out a yelp when the assassin decided to carry him like he's a sack of potatoes instead of making a collision towards him. Theseus stilled not making any movements, this is one man who have blades on his wrist. Damn him to Hades, he'll not be stupid enough to land himself to the underworld!
The blood adopted son of Apollo prefer to not be overly dramatic, but this calls for some serious damsel in distress behavior! Meaning, he needs bucket loads of chocolates to satisfy his emotional needs. Oh where is Lorene when you need her? Screw the goats! He needs saving pronto, he knew he should had prepared a will or maybe orchestrated his own funeral to be badass. He stop his thoughts and screeched like a girl when he gotten a glimpse of a silver knife almost cutting him.
His gaze landed on his older sister, who stared at him disapprovingly. What can he say? The sharp thing almost touch a strand of his fabulous hair….he will never be caught dead saying that to his sister. Yep! Just play dumb and think logically, no offense to his other father, but he doesn't want to be view as another annoying Apollo.
"Young lady, you shouldn't be using knives." Theseus felt the assassins voice vibrate, Hades it's so deep. He might as well fall in love with it. He tried to imagine himself a bit older with a deep sexy voice, a nearby stick whacked him on the head. Oh right his sister is about to maim the guy who's carrying him, yikes, he needs to get off this shoulder. "I don't think you should had said that," he spoke seriously, before pleading. "Can you let me go now?"
Aysel wanted to smack Theseus, did he honestly think that filth will release him!?
Altair blinked remembering he had an adolescent boy on his shoulder, he threw the boy off him to a stone wall. Aysel and Altair heard his pitiful cry of pain before announcing, "I'm alright!" Aysel eyebrow twitched, she then charge and try to slowly slice the man. Oh she'll be his new worst nightmare. No one underestimate her, especially a pitiful assassin!
Altair had to admit the young girl definitely have some skills, another slice on his left arm. Scratch that! She's overpowering him on speed and her strength is humanely impossible for her, she can really land hard kicks. Imagine his surprise seeing her again when he's running away from the guards, she spooked him when she threw her strange silver knife an inch from his throat really farther than he could throw.
Altair ducked and try to sweep her, preparing to plunge his hidden blade. She surprised him again rolling herself beneath between his feet. Altair felt a sudden pain on his back, but he was confuse. How did he gotten wet if there's no body of water in this sector of the city?
Theseus still by the wall cheered, "Wreck him sis!"
The assassin is surely capable of keeping up with his sister, too bad she's toying with him. Theseus happily munch on his chocolate, his adorable sister threw him a box before she ran at the man. Theseus grew bored watching his sister practice dummy getting bruises. He became enthralled with the fishes idea of a good life, he always did wonder how mermen and mermaids reproduce? He needs to ask Uncle Triton next time.
By the time Aysel finish her spar, she noticed her head covering flew away. Oh she mentally cried, she hates the heat so bad! Jogging towards her brother she threw all their shopping items on him and demanded to get back home to their glorious cool island. Theseus nodded healing his sister as their new quest is to search for their cousin and head home.
Altair despite having almost his dick chopped off by a crazy girl, was a little bit in awe. He watched as her hair glisten in the sunlight, and he wonder how her pale skin seems to glow. This is one beautiful deadly female he will never forget, how is it that she is not married yet? He tried to muffle his groan, his body was tortured…maybe being arrogant is not healthy especially in the presence of a female who drilled him to take a bath. Altair starts heading back to the bureau, he hoped the Rafiq will not ask questions.
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