| Opening Log

[shadowqueen]

Everyone's waking up at once, covered in bits of rubble, temporarily without abilities and with a lurking headache. The castle looms around them, irrepressibly gray, huge and silent. The only noises are the people, rustling as they extract themselves from their sarcophagi and look for exits along the arching walkways.

Better take a look around, and see if anyone else knows what's going on.

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[kaderp]

You know Altaïr?! [And Kadar is taking a step closer, urgently.] Is-- is he here? Have you seen him?

[seventeenth]

[Alright, this is getting really weird. Desmond's smile fades as he stares at Kadar.]Uh-- sort of, yeah, but I don't think he's here.

[kaderp]

[Kadar deflates a little. He'd been hoping... It would be nice to have someone who, even if Altaïr wouldn't have known what was going on, maybe he would have known what Kadar should be doing right now.]

Do-- do you know a man named Malik, by any chance?

[seventeenth]

[Really, really weird. Desmond frowns and approaches Kadar.] I do, actually. [Pause.] Sorta. I've kinda been spying on him, too.

[kaderp]

Have you-- have you seen him here? [he'll overlook the spying part for now-- if you know Altaïr and were traveling with him, you can't be a Templar... and Kadar would really like to see his brother right about now.]

[seventeenth]

Uhh, nope. I haven't seen him since... [He trails off and eyes Kadar.] Okay, wait. This is getting really weird.

[kaderp]

--Since what? Please, tell me! [Kadar sounds urgent. All the worry is coming flooding back, and he wants to know that Malik is okay.]

[seventeenth]

Uhh, since... [He trails off.] Okay, this is-- I can't. It'd be like kicking a puppy, even you are a weird illusion.

[kaderp]

An-- I'm not an illusion! Why would I be? Please, tell me when you last saw my brother!

[seventeenth]

You are definitely illusion. There's no way you're actually here. You died like a thousand years ago.

[kaderp]

[Oh.

so that distinct memory of getting stabbed and thrown off a ledge, that, ah, that wasn't just a weird dream he had, then?

It feels like Kadar's stomach has fallen out and been replaced by nothing but ice, and he barely processes the 'thousand years ago' part.]

But, my brother-- did he--

[seventeenth]

Die? [He shrugs.] Like I said, it's been a thousand years. I've never actually met him.

[kaderp]

How can it have been so long?

[seventeenth]

Cause I have a time machine. [Nods solemnly.]

[kaderp]

...A what?

[seventeenth]

A time machine called the Animus. It lets me spy on my great great great grandparents.

[kaderp]

Your... great grandparents? [you're speaking perfect Syrian, to his ears, but he can't make heads or tails of what you're saying.]

[seventeenth]

Uh huh. Like Altaïr.

[kaderp]

[...Kadar's nose crinkles a little.] But Altaïr isn't... [married? interested in girls? interested in human beings?]

[seventeenth]

Well, not yet. It won't happen for another.... few years, I guess.

From your perspective.

[kaderp]

You aren't making any sense. [he tugs his hood down a little. he's definitely not hiding behind it. definitely.]

[seventeenth]

Well... [He considers not saying anything, but what the hell. It's not like Kadar is actually there, and focusing on something makes it easy to ignore his headache.] He gets in trouble after Solomon's Temple and has to go on a long mission, and then he meets a girl, and a few years later they have a kid.

[kaderp]

He gets out of the Temple all right?

[seventeenth]

He sure does. Aside from the injuries to his pride.

[kaderp]

Why would his pride be injured?