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Chibi Assassin's Chapter 2Chibi Assassin's Chapter 2 by kagomeandsesshomaru9
“Here you are.” I set a plate full of crackers, cheeses, bread, fruits, slices of meats, and other little things in front of chibi Assassin Characters. I smiled as the adorably nibbled on the food. “Would you guys like anything else?”
“N-no no I think we are fine.” said Desmond.
“How ‘bout some rum lass?” asked Edward.
“Or some wine would be grande bella.” (Great beautiful.) Ezio winked with a smirk. Rolling my eyes I smiled.
“My parents have plenty of wine but I see what I can do about rum.”
I watched the girl head down to what I guess was the basement.
“I don’t trust her.” I glanced over to Altair.
“Why is that?” Asked Arno. Altair crossed his stubby arms.
“There is something strange about her.” Malik just rolled his eye and took a bite of his bread.
“You never trust anyone.” I just let out a sigh and took a grape.
Hawk and EagleHe cried out: "HAWK! Come back!" It was useless, she was way too stubborn. He sighed and went off. After a few minutes, he suddenly stopped and turned around. Stop that. She had been far too furious to follow you. You start seeing ghosts. When he continued walking, he realized, that it hadn't been just his mind playing tricks on him. Someone stepped out of the tunnel's shadows. He turned around and tried to run away. The tunnel's other entrance was blocked as well. He closed his eyes for a second, then turned to face the first Templar, who snarled: "Haven't seen each other for quite a while. Why so serious? Doesn't matter, we'll have enough time for talking later. Welcome back Eagle !"Hawk and Eagle by Flammensturm2
Snowfall"Malik! Malik!"Snowfall by Moonsp1r1t
I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose with one hand, snapping the book I had been reading shut with the other as Altaïr burst into my room, without knocking, as usual. From sitting on his bed, Kadar sat up and looked around wildly, as if he were worried that we were being attacked.
"What do you want?" I snapped, "I'm trying to read, Altaïr."
I appraised him skeptically to see that his golden eyes were wide and frantic, his brown hair messy and sticking up in odd places. His face was flushed and he seemed to be out of breath. His chest heaved for a moment while he attempted to regain his composure.
"There's something wrong with the sky!" he gasped.
I raised an eyebrow at him. "What are you talking about?"
Altaïr grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my feet. "Come quick!"
"Can you describe what is happening without dragging me from my room?" I snapped, yanking my arm away from him and folding it across my chest.
"Stuff is falling from it." Altaïr sai
DrunkAltaïr staggered up the hill, an empty bottle held loosely in one hand. His vision was blurry, and the ground beneath him seemed to shift and churn like water, much like how his intestines were doing. The assassins who stared at him, but no one stopped to speak to him. At least, no one stopped to speak to him until Malik approached him. Altaïr grinned at him sloppily.Drunk by Moonsp1r1t
“There you are.” he snapped, his hand against his hip, “I was looking all over for-” he stopped short. “Are you drunk?”
“Maybe a jist a little.” Altaïr admitted, still grinning. He squinted at him, the smile melting from his face. “I don't like it.”
“Being drunk?” Malik sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation.
“Yerr robes.” Altaïr slurred, “You shouldn't be wearing that. It's... still weird seeing you in the robes of a Dai.”
Malik rolled his eyes. “Right. Well, lets get you back to