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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.3
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Re: Prank Wars [4/?]

[(Anonymous)]

Kadar sat in the room atop the guard tower, waiting for his brother and Altaïr to show. He had no qualms that they would meet him, Malik never could resist Altaïr’s trademark puppy dog eyes, as much as it sickened him to admit it. Everything was laid out perfectly; all he needed now was the race to begin, and his place as a respected assassin trainee would be secured amongst the recruits of Masyaf.



It wasn’t long before he heard the two clambering up the ladders to the top of the tower. He smirked; they seriously underestimated his ability to control them. He stood to greet them, innocently putting himself between them and the rightmost ledge, ensuring he would be the one to jump from there.



He went over the rules again, smirking once more as Malik scowled at the proposed forfeit. When he had finished speaking, they each moved to stand on their respective platforms and looked straight out to the mountains that loomed about them. Kadar laughed silently at the serious expressions the two men wore; they had no suspicions about what awaited them mere meters below...



He counted down from three, each number sending a ripple of excitement through his already electrified skin. Taking a breath, he launched himself from the platform as he had done numerous time before, falling through the air with the grace of an eagle. Twisting his body as he soared through the sky, he braced himself, landing unharmed in the hay that sat piled on the floor beneath the tower. His heart raced faster than it had ever done before and he picked himself off of the floor and looked up to admire his handy work.



Halfway up the side of the tower, both Malik and Altaïr lay dazed in the tangle of net into which they had fallen. A ring of novices stood above them, throwing balls of tightly wrapped grass down into the net accompanied by a chorus of laughter.



Rauf, who had stayed down below the tower to meet him after the fall, approached him, smiling slightly. “You did it Kadar! Have you yet seen their faces? What I would not pay for someone to paint this scene!” It was true, he noted: both Malik and Altaïr sported expressions of complete humiliation and confusion. They would be mad not to think twice about messing with Kadar Al-Sayf from now on!


He looked back to Rauf whose own face had suddenly changed. The boy spoke once again, steady this time, his face much graver than before. “Kadar, I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but I hear Master Al Mualim has sent for you.”



At those words his stomach did a flip.

- “Why didn’t you tell me before now Rauf! What is it about?”
 
The boy looked away sheepishly, avoiding eye-contact.

- “It was insisted that I stay silent until the plan was carried through... All I know is that the Master had an older assassin check the nets earlier today and he told me you were to go straight to see him as soon as they jumped.”


Kadar didn’t have time to waste. Turning his heel, he raced away, heading back toward the main fortress and, regrettably, toward the office of the Grand Master of the Order: Al Mualim.

Re: Prank Wars [5/5]

[(Anonymous)]



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He was sure that he knew what was about to happen. Al Mualim was going to explode with an anger that even the Assassins of Masyaf had grown to fear. His bellowing voice would shake the very brickwork of the ancient buildings and send tremors down into the deep chasm that ran through the city. Worst of all however, was that it would be his name he would scream and he knew without a doubt that Malik and Altaïr would have no trouble picking out the shouts of anger emanating from inside the fortress. He would never live it down.



He stood still, head bowed, waiting for the Master to speak. As he heard the old man take in a breath, he felt every muscle in his body involuntarily tense, anticipating the coming onslaught. When the words came however, they were streaked with what could only be described as amusement. “Do not look so vulnerable young Al-Sayf. Were the Templars to confront you, would you act in such a way to them?”



Confused and disoriented, Kadar continued blindly, stumbling over his words in an effort to appease the man who stood before him. “I – I do not... No master. I would not.”



- “Then I expect no less of you now, young Al-Sayf.” Taking the Master’s words into account, Kadar attempted to regain control of himself, adjusting his posture in a way which he hoped made him seem more confident.


- “Better. From your nerves it would be wise to assume that you are aware as to why I have called you here. It would seem that your wit and creativity have allowed you to succumb not one, but two men who are far more skilled and experienced than yourself. It seems I may have misjudged you, young Al-Sayf. You are definitely cut from the same cloth as both your father and brother.”



He could barely believe what he was hearing. After everything that had happened – the decency laws he must have broken to snare the two of them in a net – he was receiving praise? He tried to ignore this, focusing instead on the flurry of words that escaped Al Mualim’s lips.

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“I have decided, that it may be time for you to prove your worth. In three days time, both your brother and Altaïr Ibn La’Ahad have been scheduled to make a visit to the tunnels of Solomon’s Temple in order to retrieve an artifact from one Robert De Sable. After today, I have faith enough that you should be able to keep up with the two of them. Now, be on your way, young Al-Sayf, I have much work to do.”



He nearly fell over. Al Mualim was asking him, him, Kadar Al-Sayf, to set out on an important mission for the Brotherhood! His heart skipped a beat as he tried to allow his mind to register what had just happened. If this plan went off without a hitch, which, when accompanied by two assassin’s as skilled as Altaïr and Malik it was sure to do, he would be promoted to the same rank as his brother!



He excused himself from the office, staggering half drunk down the stairs, passing scholars and guards who watched him through puzzled eyes. For once, however, he did not care. In just three days time his dream would come true: He would be an Assassin.

Re: Prank Wars [5/5]

[(Anonymous)]

...I was filled with joy, then regret. 8/