He stuck out his tongue and explained the buttons to the two oldest assassins. Altair took the controller unsteadily as the game began. It wasn’t long before he realized he was just as bad as Ezio was.
Ezio was surprisingly quiet as they played through the beginning and to the first memory. When Altair first appeared on the screen, he did a double take: it looked exactly like him. Even Malik looked impressed.
“Can they not get anything right?” Ezio screeched, throwing his arms in the air and narrowly missing Altair. “How can people be so ignorant!”
“Ezio?”
The five of them turned to look at the doorway, where Leonardo was yawning and rubbing his eyes.
“Ezio, what is the matter? I could hear your screeching on the other side of the building.”
Ezio scowled and held out his arms like a child who wanted his favorite stuffed animal. Leonardo obliged and walked over, letting him be pulled into Ezio’s lap. The assassin kissed his cheek and rested his chin on Leonardo’s shoulder, squeezing him tightly. Altair was glad he spoke in angry Italian to the artist as he concentrated on the screen.
“I don’t like this man speaking. Who is he?”
“Dr. Warren Vidic,” Desmond spat.
“His voice is too soothing to be trusted. And he is cruel.”
Malik shook his head, speaking in Arabic. “His very voice gives away his evil intentions.”
Altair nodded. “This game… You dealt with this man?”
Desmond nodded. “Yeah.”
“Is he dead?”
Before Desmond could respond, Altair shushed him as he cautiously made his way through the tutorial. He narrowed his eyes in concentration as he followed the walkthrough.
“Who is the stupid woman who keeps talking to you?”
Shaun laughed. “That, my dear friend, is Lucy!”
He growled. “She must learn to be quiet if you are to concentrate.”
Desmond and Shaun laughed. They watched as he fumbled his way through the beginning. When they saw Kadar for the first time, Altair couldn’t help but laugh.
“Malik, they made your brother look like a man.”
Malik was petrified, then, with a horrified whisper, “Dear Allah, what have they done to your memory, Kadar?” His hand reached out and lightly touched the screen. Altair watched him closely. After several quiet moments, Malik leaned back. “They have ruined you.”
“I told you,” Ezio began, “these people cannot get anything right!”
Altair growled. “That old man did not die like that. It was much cleaner. Much less blood. And Kadar did not look quite so manly. His face was much more slender. He was—what was the word?”
“Cuter?” Desmond supplied.
Altair smirked and nodded.
“I know. I wouldn’t have minded tapping that if he was alive.”
Silence fell over the group, the tension and malice almost thick enough to cut with a dulled butter knife. Malik turned slowly and glared at Desmond. Desmond shivered. “Shit, sorry, Mali—”
Shaun let out a loud, “Oomph! You blinkin’ git!” as he fell face-first into the popcorn bowl as he was dropped from Desmond’s lap. The poor boy dropped him like a hotcake to run as Malik chased after him. Altair chuckled.
“Even in after death, Malik is still protective. This game is ludicrous.”
Ezio growled. “I know! Just look at the way you were made! Your body build is disgusting! They made you look fat—and your clothing! It looks just as uncomfortable as mine! It looks like burlap!”
Ezio hummed quietly and tightened his grip slightly like a child hugging a beloved teddy bear. “Mi dispiace.”
There was a loud yelp and a high-pitched screech, and several moments later, Malik came stomping through, fist clenched as he sat stiffly beside Altair, who wrapped an arm around his shoulders. He was exiting the temple . He managed to run to Al Mualim. His movements were clumsy, and several times, he ran into people or injured himself by pressing the wrong button.
Malik scoffed every time it happened. “I bet I could do better at that than you. You cannot even walk right, novice.”
He scowled at the Arab and watched the scene. When Malik returned in the game, his arm dangling uselessly by his side and bleeding, Altair paused it, set the controller down, and kicked it away.
Play (Video Games) pt.2
“Why do I love you?”
“I don’t honestly know, you bleeding tart.”
He stuck out his tongue and explained the buttons to the two oldest assassins. Altair took the controller unsteadily as the game began. It wasn’t long before he realized he was just as bad as Ezio was.
Ezio was surprisingly quiet as they played through the beginning and to the first memory. When Altair first appeared on the screen, he did a double take: it looked exactly like him. Even Malik looked impressed.
“Can they not get anything right?” Ezio screeched, throwing his arms in the air and narrowly missing Altair. “How can people be so ignorant!”
“Ezio?”
The five of them turned to look at the doorway, where Leonardo was yawning and rubbing his eyes.
“Ezio, what is the matter? I could hear your screeching on the other side of the building.”
Ezio scowled and held out his arms like a child who wanted his favorite stuffed animal. Leonardo obliged and walked over, letting him be pulled into Ezio’s lap. The assassin kissed his cheek and rested his chin on Leonardo’s shoulder, squeezing him tightly. Altair was glad he spoke in angry Italian to the artist as he concentrated on the screen.
“I don’t like this man speaking. Who is he?”
“Dr. Warren Vidic,” Desmond spat.
“His voice is too soothing to be trusted. And he is cruel.”
Malik shook his head, speaking in Arabic. “His very voice gives away his evil intentions.”
Altair nodded. “This game… You dealt with this man?”
Desmond nodded. “Yeah.”
“Is he dead?”
Before Desmond could respond, Altair shushed him as he cautiously made his way through the tutorial. He narrowed his eyes in concentration as he followed the walkthrough.
“Who is the stupid woman who keeps talking to you?”
Shaun laughed. “That, my dear friend, is Lucy!”
He growled. “She must learn to be quiet if you are to concentrate.”
Desmond and Shaun laughed. They watched as he fumbled his way through the beginning. When they saw Kadar for the first time, Altair couldn’t help but laugh.
“Malik, they made your brother look like a man.”
Malik was petrified, then, with a horrified whisper, “Dear Allah, what have they done to your memory, Kadar?” His hand reached out and lightly touched the screen. Altair watched him closely. After several quiet moments, Malik leaned back. “They have ruined you.”
“I told you,” Ezio began, “these people cannot get anything right!”
Altair growled. “That old man did not die like that. It was much cleaner. Much less blood. And Kadar did not look quite so manly. His face was much more slender. He was—what was the word?”
“Cuter?” Desmond supplied.
Altair smirked and nodded.
“I know. I wouldn’t have minded tapping that if he was alive.”
Silence fell over the group, the tension and malice almost thick enough to cut with a dulled butter knife. Malik turned slowly and glared at Desmond. Desmond shivered. “Shit, sorry, Mali—”
Shaun let out a loud, “Oomph! You blinkin’ git!” as he fell face-first into the popcorn bowl as he was dropped from Desmond’s lap. The poor boy dropped him like a hotcake to run as Malik chased after him. Altair chuckled.
“Even in after death, Malik is still protective. This game is ludicrous.”
Ezio growled. “I know! Just look at the way you were made! Your body build is disgusting! They made you look fat—and your clothing! It looks just as uncomfortable as mine! It looks like burlap!”
“Mio amore,” Leonardo murmured, nuzzling against Ezio’s neck, “not s’loud. ‘M sleepy.”
Ezio hummed quietly and tightened his grip slightly like a child hugging a beloved teddy bear. “Mi dispiace.”
There was a loud yelp and a high-pitched screech, and several moments later, Malik came stomping through, fist clenched as he sat stiffly beside Altair, who wrapped an arm around his shoulders. He was exiting the temple . He managed to run to Al Mualim. His movements were clumsy, and several times, he ran into people or injured himself by pressing the wrong button.
Malik scoffed every time it happened. “I bet I could do better at that than you. You cannot even walk right, novice.”
He scowled at the Arab and watched the scene. When Malik returned in the game, his arm dangling uselessly by his side and bleeding, Altair paused it, set the controller down, and kicked it away.