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(Anonymous) 2011-02-14 02:12 am (UTC)(link)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H7Vf1yOSQEY
Any characters! But let's be honest... certain Assassins probably think they're a lot stronger than their artistic, academic, or handicapped friends. And maybe they deserve it.
Punch in the Face [1/3]
(Anonymous) 2011-04-06 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)Prove it
"Impossible!"
"It's true! Admit it!"
"Map-making and working in this bureau has not made me soft!"
"I highly doubt that, brother," the assassin almost sounded as if he were spitting the word, "You have not been on a mission in months, nor have you had anyone to train with. How can you possibly maintain your strength, this way?"
The Dai of Jerusalem rubbed one of his temples irritably. There was no talking to a fool. The two assassins were in Jerusalem's bureau, during one of Altair's redemptive missions. He supposedly wanted his rank back as soon as possible, and yet the arrogant man still managed to find time to bother the one-armed Dai with his antics. They had been speaking for all for three minutes, and he could feel a headache coming on, already.
"I have plenty of strength left in me, though why a fool like you should care is beyond me," he said through gritted teeth.
The demoted master assassin crossed his arms stubbornly, "I don't believe you."
"'You don't'...!"
Malik was about to give Altair one of his patented death stares, the kind that sent actual novices running and screaming for mercy, when an idea came to him. Slowly, his stormy frown morphed into a serene smile.
"How about I prove it to you, then?" he suggested, motioning for Altair to come closer to the counter.
"How?"
As he cautiously took a step towards Malik, Altair raised an eyebrow, but uselessly, since it was hidden by his deep hood. The corners of his scarred mouth turned down when he saw Malik extend his hand to him.
"I'll arm-wrestle you," Malik said, an unfriendly smile on his lips, "I bet I could push your arm flat onto this counter in less than 30 seconds."
"Please," Altair rolled his eyes, but again, Malik couldn't see it. The younger man extended his own arm over the counter, "I'll give you a full minute, and you still won't be able to do it."
"We shall see," Malik shrugged, gripping the fist that Altair made, ready to teach the idiot a lesson, "Three...two...one...now!"
Altair flexed his arm, just as Malik began pushing down on it. He suppressed a grunt at the unexpected effort he needed to use; the Dai had not been lying when he said he still had a little strength left. Malik looked to be concentrating hard, all his attention on trying to force Altair's hand to the wooden counter. But, although his arm was shaking a little, Altair noted with some satisfaction that his hand was not even an inch nearer to the surface than it had been in the beginning. He allowed himself a smirk; the fool was going to lo-
THWACK!
Suddenly, Altair flat on his back, stars floating around in his vision and nose stinging. What the hell...?
At the sound of Malik's laughter, the assassin leapt to his feet with a snarl, unconsciously bringing out his hidden blade.
"You bastard! You let go of my arm!"
"You clumsy oaf!" Malik cackled, before calming himself and giving Altair a condescending smile, "Why did you punch yourself in the face, novice?"
Re: Punch in the Face [1/3]
(Anonymous) 2011-04-07 11:46 am (UTC)(link)Re: Punch in the Face [1/3]
(Anonymous) 2011-04-07 12:43 pm (UTC)(link)appreciation is delicious
Punch in the Face [2/3]
(Anonymous) 2011-04-06 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)In an attempt to get her children to make up with each other, Maria Auditore occasionally arranged for Ezio and Claudia to have private information meetings with each other. Her son and daughter both knew exactly what their 'debriefing appointments' were supposed to be (which was, of course, to get them to bond with each other), but if a 5-minute meeting every few weeks was all it took to keep their mother happy and off their backs, then that's what they would do.
One night, they were holding such a meeting on the balcony at the back of the Rosa in Fiore. Claudia was relaying the latest information that her courtesans had gathered since they had last met, but Ezio wasn't really paying attention.
"...and I heard from Amelia that the Baron of...ugh," Claudia groaned when she looked over and saw that Ezio was fiddling with one of his hidden blades, "You aren't listening, are you?"
"What?" the tall man raised his eyebrows at his estranged sister, absentmindedly flexing his hand a couple times.
"You aren't!" Claudia threw her hands up in the air, then glared at her brother, "Merda, Ezio, you could at least pretend you're interested in a life other than yours!"
"Hey..."
His frown usually struck mortal terror into whoever it was directed at, but Claudia had grown up with it; she was immune, and only stared back at him defiantly.
"I care about others! My arm is just bothering me, is all. No need to have a fit."
"Oh?" Claudia rolled her eyes, "What, big, bad, assassin brother is distracted by a little cramp?"
Ezio's hands balled into fists, but he held his piece; no need to cause a scene. His sister could really be a bitch, sometimes.
...which is why it surprised him when she reached out and took the affected arm in her hands.
"Here, I'll help you stretch it out," Claudia sighed, with the air of someone who didn't really care, but would help anyway, "I'll push your arm down, and you pull it back up. That'll ease the tension in your muscles."
"I have never heard of such a stretch," Ezio said warily, wondering what his little sister was up to.
"Well, our clients do tend to have habits that are prone to causing arm cramps, so my girls have learned a few tricks," said Claudia, giving Ezio a knowing look.
It took the assassin a moment, but then he understood.
"...oh...!"
"All right, now pull your arm up."
Ezio obliged, flexing his arm, and smiled a little when Claudia had to put most of her weight on his arm to keep it in one place. If he wasn't careful, he might actually lift her up with one arm.
"Perhaps you should get some help," Ezio teased.
"I'm fine," Claudia said brightly, and without warning, she released his arm.
Too easy, Claudia thought, grinning when Ezio did not react fast enough to stop his fist from connecting with his pretty face.
To her glee, she watched as Ezio lost his balance from the impact, stumbling backwards several steps.
"Cazzo!"
Ezio swore as he tumbled over the railing of the balcony, and before Claudia had the chance to even feign concern for his well-being, she heard the clanking sound of what she knew was his Climb-Leap glove. Hurrying to the edge and looking down, she saw that he had managed to grab a windowsill on the way down, catching himself. Rather than help him or ask if he was alright, Claudia gave her brother the family smirk and a little finger wave when she knew he was looking.
"I hate you, little sister!!"
"I hate you, too, big brother!"
I wonder if Rosa and Claudia ever met. I wonder if they made friends. I wonder if they tortured Ezio. >)
Re: Punch in the Face [2/3]
(Anonymous) 2011-04-07 04:26 am (UTC)(link)Also, it's my headcannon that Claudia teamed up with every female character in the game and tortured Ezio. That's why he becomse less arrogant - his pride has been viciously ripped to shreds.
Writer!anon: Punch in the Face [2/3]
(Anonymous) 2011-04-07 09:14 am (UTC)(link)Thanks for enjoying this! I always thought his life struggles made Ezio humbler, but your head canon is so much better. =D
Re: Writer!anon: Punch in the Face [2/3]
(Anonymous) 2011-04-07 12:19 pm (UTC)(link)Punch in the Face [3/3]
(Anonymous) 2011-04-06 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)Sanctuary?
"Bloody hell!!"
Shaun's face was almost as red as the blood flowing from his now-broken nose as he glared at Lucy.
"What in blazes was that for?!" he yelled, enraged at the blonde's underhanded trick.
He had thought that he had been proving to Rebecca that yes, he could, in fact, beat a little, blonde chick at arm-wrestling, but after hearing shrieking laughter by the Animus' controls, he was starting to realize that he had been set up.
"That was for eating my frozen yogurt!" Lucy snapped, throwing a tissue box at his head, "Stay away from my food!"
Fin.