| 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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[seventeenth]

Ow... [Desmond is staring, quite unhappily, up at the ceiling. He wasn't expecting where he'd end up once he shook himself free of the sarcophagus, but here was not it. He sits up, shaking his head against the pain firmly occupying his skull.]

Where...? [He looked around, frowning. Where was he? He tentatively draws his knees towards his chest, moving to stand.] Uhh, hello?

[kaderp]

[... where is he. he is not in the temple, and wherever he is, it's distinctly alarming and he'd prefer not to be here at all-- but he can see light. He considers, pushing on what might be the door-- nope. Punch. No, but now his hand hurts. He grumbles a little to himself before violently shaking the-- whatever he's in-- and when it finally falls over, he sits in the rubble for a second, blinking.

...well, at least there's light now, but what's going on?]

[angsts]

[After breaking free, Dynos simply collapses onto his knees and glances around him, before staring at his forearm.

... For quite a while, as he's evidently still too shocked to do anything productive.]

Why am I...?

[permutant]

[Raven is sticking to walls and trying to be less noticeable, but she clearly wants to approach people and help and find out what's going on. She has no idea what's going on, she's scared and lost and she really just wants Charles right now. She's edging around the room and looking quite obviously torn between hiding and stepping out.

Unfortunately for her, it's very hard for her to hide when she's blue and her eyes are almost glowing yellow in the dark. She kind of stands out.]

[kaderp]

[Kadar whirls a little at someone else's voice, once he's on his feet.]

--Hello? [someone else is here and conscious and not a skeleton, this is definitely cause to be excited!

upside: they're alive!

downside: they could be a Templar. Kadar's not sure yet. ... he probably shouldn't have just given away his location.]

[seventeenth]

Hey, you alright? [Guess what, Dynos, there's a Desmond standing above you, offering you a hand. He's frowning, looking equal parts concerned and confused.] Looks like we all took a bit of a spill.

[sicarius]

[This is not Monterrigioni.

At first, Ezio thinks he's back in the Vault, in Roma, and somehow that bastard Rodrigo has taken a chance during his escape to entrap him here. But as time passes he realizes it's not the place he knows, and as the sarcophagus finally crashes to the floor, the light is almost blinding. It takes him a second to adjust, and surprisingly, he's clumsy in moving- a trait an assassin is shamed in having, if he ever does.]

Mio dio, che cosa è questo?

[seventeenth]

[Desmond looks over to Kadar, confusion and curiosity both plain in his expression.] There's-- [Then surprise overtakes him, and his eyes widen.] Hey, you're--

[kaderp]

[those robes--? they're different than the ones Kadar knows, but it's still enough to make him hesitate and look back for a second glance. perhaps a scholar--? he ventures a step closer towards the stranger, moving as lightly as he can.]

Hello?

[angsts]

[No. No, he's definitely not all right, but he'll just ignore that question and instead look up, though still remaining on his knees (oh, and not taking that hand).]

... It seems that way. Where is this?

[seventeenth]

No idea. [After a moment, Desmond withdraws his hand.] Just woke up myself.

[kaderp]

I'm--? [he hesitates for a second. it's not unusual for Assassins to be recognized, but he shifts slightly into a more guarded stance, just in case. this man, he--

--he looks like Altaïr.]

[sagacity]

[Coming out of a sarcophagus? Totally creepy and weird. Fortunately, the grogginess and headache are enough to hold back any strong reaction from Serge, who stretches his arms and looks around. Considering how dim the place is, it isn't long before something bright catches his attention . . .

It's a girl. A blue girl. Whoa?

. . . well. Any surprise that he might have shown goes away and he straightens, calling out softly.]

Need help?

[seventeenth]

[Italian? Huh. Desmond is getting ready to scale the ladder at the far side of the room, but he pauses to glance in the direction of the familiar voice. He pauses, then turns fully after a moment.]

Huh. When did Ezio come here?

[angsts]

[Well, even with his head hurting, it doesn't take Dynos long to spot her.

... And that's not exactly something you see everyday, so pardon him if he's just staring for now—]

[kaderp]

[You're blue.

He's not used to people being blue, okay, and he's trained to look at everything, including blue people crawling along walls. He jumps backwards when he notices her.]

H-- hello? [It's a little higher pitch than he'd have liked-- but he's a little scared, so that makes sense.]

[seventeenth]

... Kadar? ... Huh. [Then Desmond seems to put Kadar out of his mind, rising to his feet and brushing himself off.] First time that's happened.

[sicarius]

[For a second, Ezio pauses. Then he turns his head and sees who's calling to him, and blinks.

...since when did he know other potential assassins? Well, ones who wore the assassin robe and such.

But he grins slightly, masking his confusion, speaking clearly.]

Ciao, amico. I don't believe I know where I am.

[kaderp]

[there's a little bit of suspicion in his tone, but it's mostly curiosity.]

How do you know me?

[rationality]

[Harry is fairly sure he's dreaming, but that has been tested with much pinching, so now he's just confused and very concerned. He doesn't think anyone can break into Hogwarts, and no one was even after him. Did he get lost in the castle? Is this some test that Dumbledore set up? Ugh, well, he's a scientist, so he'll do what he's supposed to do first - investigate. Gather some evidence and make a judgement from there.

So tiny boy with the lightning bolt-shaped scar is avoiding everyone and walking around the room looking for exits. He has his wand out, although he hasn't realised it won't do much good yet.]

If it has a way out, it's going to be bottom floor...

[Climbing down away from these stupid sarcophagi onto the floor it is, then.]

[angsts]

[Which was for the best, since there was no way Dynos would take it.

He scoffs lightly, before standing up, albeit somewhat shakily. Fatigue, head hurting, body hurting in general because owww fighting—yeah.]

Well, that's certainly not very useful.

[sicarius]

[SHARP HEAD TURN AT HIS NAME sob Desmond why do you do this. It takes him a moment to realize it's not from a familiar face, and that confuses him even more.]

I never have.

[sagacity]

[The thing about being groggy (and suffering from a headache he chalks up to, pity, old age) is that there's this short period of time where nothing fazes you. It's in the middle of this phase that Serge comes across Dynos, regarding him with a stifled sigh.]

Hey, Dynos.

[ . . . wait a minute -- ]

[kaderp]

[Kadar smiles a little and relaxes somewhat. At least he seems to be in relatively friendly company.]

I am no more wiser than you. [he eyes the room for a second.] Did you also wake up in one of-- those? [a gesture at the rubble.]

[enthusiast]

[Sofia hasn't felt this claustrophobic and helpless since last year, when she'd been kidnapped and hastily bound and blindfolded. It's immediately uncomfortable, the cool stone nothing like the upholstered couch she'd dozed off on, and the darkness nothing like the mid-afternoon sunshine of the garden. Her breath catches in her throat immediately, though she resolves to stay calm.

Fortunately, the light filtering through the edges of the "lid" tells her there's a way out, and her hands immediately move to the lid to push. It budges, just slightly, and a large crack runs up the middle. She has to brace herself against the back of the sarcophagus to get enough force to push it again. More of the lid shifts, crumbling, but she's not quite free yet.]

Hello? Hello? What's going on?!

[Help a lady out :(]