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[Good morning, Asgard, your bracelets are currently being serenaded with the sounds of crashing glass and muffled yelling and bunch of shuffling going on. It's probably not the first sound you'd expect, coming from this bracelet in particular, but after the recent escapade made by the Assassins who knows these days.

The racket you hear is continued for a few minutes, with breaks of actual words heard every so often- "let go," ""Ya Homaar!" "CAZZO!" The voices are somewhat distinguishable, and somewhat not. But when the sounds finally die there is a sound of a very frustrated Italian running his mouth off in a frenzy of insults.]

Ha una faccia tosta testa di merda! Sono incazzato! [There's sounds of angry struggling, and more incomprehensible swearing.] Let me go, stronzo!!

[For those within the shop A Needle in a Haystack, you can hear this entire commotion going on in one of the back storerooms. Which is getting entirely destroyed, by the way. You're welcome.]

Not until you speak the truth! Who are you, and what is your business here? What is this place?

How should I know, you are the one who's causing trouble!! Faccia di merda! GET OFF ME!

[There's a large WHUMF and the camera flicks on and smacks into the ground, the bracelet sliding off Altaïr's wrist and clattering across the floor. There's two men among the mess of what looks like a storage room, in white robes, one pinning the other to the floor. For those who know the voices, they will recognize that Altaïr is the one holding the other down- and the one on the ground sounds awfully familiar. Like Ezio, only… younger?]

I will ask you once more. Give me your name and return my blades, and I may spare your life.

[Ezio hisses angrily.] I don't have your blades! You have mine! Give me back my father's blade now-

Enough of your foolishness. You had your chance.

[With a sudden twist to the side, Ezio manages to escape Altaïr's pin and rolls to his feet. He rushes Altaïr in an attempt to gain the upper hand, only to essentially be suplexed and hit the floor with a loud thump. A cry of pain escapes him as the wind gets knocked out of his lungs, and Altaïr lets go long enough to grab the bracelet and cut off the feed there.]

[ooc: As punishment for their hubris as the ringleaders of this little expedition, Altaïr and Ezio have been cursed to become younger versions of themselves—Ezio is 19, and just from his killing of Vieri di Pazzi and Altaïr from one day before the incident at Solomon's Temple. Which means they're jerks now. The curse will last for three IC days. Have fun! Also, threadjacking is highly encouraged.. Bracelet replies will come after an IC delay once they stop fighting and get curious about the talking jewelry.]

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[ Desmond had been on his way to the shop to apologize, both to Caterina and then to the Mentors for his temper in the hospital, but the rude interruption of the unexpected video set him off in a sprint in the midst of Ezio's raging, with Saulè hot on his heels.

What the fuck had happened? ]

Where are they?

[ Gracja just points towards the back when he bursts in, racing through the shop for the storeroom. He doesn't give the tableau of squabbling Assassins time to play out to its inevitable conclusion, not with murder in their eyes, hefting a small bag of flour near the door right for Altaïr's midsection. Desmond is right behind the distraction with a burst of speed, moving to rugby tackle his ancestor to the floor. ]

ENOUGH!

[The sudden movement catches Altaïr's eye and he shifts his stance, letting go of Ezio with one hand. But the newcomer is too fast even for him, and the heavy bag that hits his middle is followed by an entire body the same size as his.

He's stunned, but not so much that he doesn't shove at Desmond immediately, trying to buck him off and regain his freedom.]

Get off me!

[Not the most eloquent argument, but it's heartfelt.]

[Meanwhile, Ezio lets out a gasp of air as Altaïr is distracted and lets go, trying to actually get his lungs to process opening and closing properly, head still swimming from the impact. He wobbles a little, trying to get up, but there's a bunch of bodies right beside him and legs splayed all over, so he crashes right back down on his rear and only leans forward, trying to get air back into his system.

Someone halp )8]

What on earth is going on in here?

[Maria comes rushing in and has to take a moment to just... gawp in disbelief at the carnage that's going on in the storage room.

Wait. Wait. Something's not entirely right in here. Is that- is that Ezio?]

What's gotten into the three of you?

[ Desmond rocks with the motion instinctively, shifting his weight to better pin Altaïr to the hard floor. He spares a glance for Ezio over his shoulder, taking in the sight of the much younger man, before returning his gaze to the other Assassin. His next comment, is obviously for Ezio, ]

Put your hands behind your head and breathe deeply. You'll be fine.

[ He hears Maria, but doesn't let up on Altaïr just yet, his mind working rapidly over the situation. ]

Altaïr, it's me, Desmond. Do you remember me? What happened? What do you recall before now?

[Damn, whoever this latest stranger is, he knows the ways of grappling. Altaïr can't get free yet—not that he doesn't keep trying.]

Don't act as if you know me! Was it you who stole my blades? How do you know my name?

[It registers that a woman is present now, but he doesn't really care.]

[It takes a long moment before Ezio registers that the advice is given to him, but he does what Desmond says and places his hands behind his head, and breathes. His lungs open, and he tries not to cough too hard from suddenly finding himself able to get oxygen again.

It doesn't even register that Maria is there, or anyone else. He's still too dazed to try and do anything. Except get up and try to haphazardly make his way around the room, which also fails rather quickly. There's a frustrated huff before he finds an upturned chair, crawls to that, and leans against it, angrily watching Altaïr be put in his place.

Serves you right, cazzo.]

Have you taken leave of your senses Altaïr? It was your own actions that saw you relieved of your blade, in Thiazi's domain, remember?

[She looks between him and Ezio who suddenly looks remarkably younger for some reason, and can't quite comprehend what any of this amounts to, only that her husband is snarling like some kind of rabid dog and Desmond's doing extremely well to hold onto him.]

Calm down, habeebi. And Ezio, what has happened to you?

Jesus Christ this is a clusterfuck...

[ Realizing he's said that aloud, he raises his voice to all and sundry, impatiently trying to keep Altaïr down, a feat that isn't easy. ]

Everyone just calm down.

Maria, the curse I was hit with at the festival- I think that's happened here. To them.

Altaïr, answer the questions and I'll let you up. What's the last thing you remember? Where were you before coming here?

[Altaïr goes silent and still for a moment, as if honestly considering the questions presented to him, only to heave and twist without warning. In a second, their positions are reversed as he jumps to his feet and lets Desmond fall where he may, but he does not try to pin him down in turn.]

Who are you to demand answers? I was traveling to Jerusalem a short time ago and now I find myself here, with him. [He scoffs at the wheezing guy leaning against a chair.] Do you, too, claim that you had nothing to do with this?

[The Italian watches quietly, trying to right himself up onto the chair as the seconds pass, breathing normally and looking all around him. If anything, he's both assessing and observing what's going on. The banter between the two facetwins goes unnoticed, the young assassin instead laying eyes on the windows around them, and the door on the other side of the room.

And then, Altaïr scoffs at him, and Ezio's blood boils.

That scoff is retaliated by Ezio grabbing a full inkwell and chucking it as fast as possible at the other's head. It's dead on, and even if it misses, that ink is gonna splatter across that pretty white of your robes, asshole.]

[Oh no, Altaïr won't suffer thought without a reaction. Though he swiftly dodges the inkwell itself, a spray of ink does land on him. But before Ezio can enjoy his little victory, Altaïr is charging forward, arms extended to—you guessed it—suplex him. Enjoy the floor, Punkzio.]

[MORE GURGLED SOUNDS as Ezio slams into the floor again, eyes partially glazed at the hit, arms akimbo and thankfully not out of breath. But there's another angry CAZZO for his efforts and he's trying desperately to squirm out of the suplex, fingers digging into the floor. That yell turns into a hiss as he scrambles, and promptly goes nowhere.]

[This is getting to be ridiculous.

So, while Altaïr's distracted with his manoeuvrings, Maria takes the opportunity to sit astride him, dropping her full weight on him in an attempt to divert his attention.]

That is enough!

[WHY IS EVERYONE TRYING TO GET ON TOP OF HIM? The woman he hasn't paid much attention to so far is suddenly knocking the breath out of him as they both fall to the ground. But she lacks the skill that Desmond showed and leaves his arms free—which means he's able to shove her off him, hard.]

Off me, woman!

[Maria is not expecting to be dislodged so violently, and so when she lands it's awkwardly on her wrist.]

Fuck!

[Pain shoots through her left arm as she tries to push herself up on it. She bites her bottom lip and hisses through the pain, looking at Altaïr as though he's a stranger as she cradles her wrist with her right hand.]

I'm not woman I'm your wife, and I am telling you that you must stop this madness!

[ Oh okay well now it's a clusterfuck. Ink-spattered in the fallout from Ezio's tantrum, Desmond makes a move for Ezio, who's now free and still kicking up a loud fuss.

You know what? He's sick of this shit, and he's just had to watch Maria get hurt. The grandson is done with this shit. Scooping up the edge of the Florentine's cape, Desmond gives it a good, hard yank, just as he hooks a foot around Ezio's leg and trips him. He follows the motion through, wrapping his ancestor's head in fabric and following him to the ground, putting a knee into his back. ]

Stop.

[Alastair's late to the party because he was out on patrol, but the moment he returns it's explained to him by the other novices what's going on in the back and he wastes no time. He barges into the back room, his hood still up (because patrol okay), and he takes one look at the situation and just lets out a long, frustrated breath.

And then he sees Maria, crouched on the floor and clearly in pain. Leaving Ezio to Desmond and Altaïr to his own devices, Alastair chooses instead to help Maria, crouching down next to her and holding out his hand in a silent offer to heal.]

Sorry I'm late. What's going on?

[One second he's leaning against the chair, having just thrown something at Altaïr. The next, he finds himself wrapped in his own cloak and being pinned into the floor, being told to stop what he's doing. There's a growl and a yelp and Ezio is baring his teeth as he struggles to get the fabric off his head, wanting to throw whoever just did this to him.]

Mah, che cazzo hai?!

[At least they're not all on him this time. Altaïr gives the newcomer and the woman a stony glare as he gets to his feet.]

Explain yourselves.

[She said something about being...his wife? Someone's wife? She can't possibly be his, but he's not sure who else she'd be talking to.]

They've been made younger, just as Desmond was. Apparently this means they've become a pair of asses, especially my husband.

[Her words are spoken through her teeth as she holds out her wrist to Alastair, accepting his offer to help her.]

Altaïr just calm down and stop trying to kill him, can't you see he's only a boy and just as confused as you? You are amongst friends, we are not trying to cause you harm or lie to you. I swear to you this is the truth habeebi.

[Alastair's eyes widen and he curses under his breath. But first things first. He takes Maria's arm gently and concentrates, healing it quickly. When he's done he takes a breath and pulls down his hood, turning to look back at Altaïr, then over to Ezio. Alastair frowns and walks over to squat next to Ezio, speaking to him earnestly.]

Calm down, please. The last thing we want is for anyone to get hurt.

[Of all the people to speak to him, Alastair is the first to approach him calmly, and treat him as an equal. Not some irrational boy in robes that do not fit him, not as some impostor who is missing his father's blade. Just as a young man who has been burdened with a legacy that he must carry now, by himself.

Ezio stops struggling from under Desmond's knee, only tries to undo the cape around his face slowly, as a way of showing he's heard Alastair. There is a sigh, and a huff of frustration, but he doesn't say anything. Just stays quiet.]

[ Well y'know, Ezio, when you throw ink like a child that generally warrants getting treated like a child. Desmond does, however, slowly relent, lifting off him with no small amount of wary caution. ]

If you'd both quit squabbling, we could explain. We're not your enemies.

Then explain quickly. If you are not my enemy, why have you brought me here? Why did you take my blades? And how?

[He won't show it, but he's more than a little unnerved by how easily it was done. What drug could leave him unconscious and without memory, and how had it been administered?]

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