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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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[Maria stands stock still, staring after him. She feels unsettled, there's an awful, sick feeling in the pit of her stomach and she can't quite reconcile this man, with his cold arrogance and the lack of recognition in his eyes with the man who has so often held her in his arms and made her feel loved and cherished above all else, even when she has not deserved it.

Only one woman has been dear to me, and she is not you.

She flinches when she feels Desmond's hand on her shoulder, and then turns to look at him, blinking for a moment when she sees him, before looking after Altaïr's back.]

[When he's told to stop, he does- mostly because he hears of Claudia, and being told that any kind of trial towards avenging his family is pointless here. He turns back, head tilting and staring back at Maria and Alastair, eyes questioning how she knows his sister, and he knows that it is futile.

Before he can say anything, Altaïr decides that it is useless remaining here, and the glance he throws at Ezio causes the Italian to scowl. Maria tries to make the man stay, and it backfires terribly. The constant bickering back and forth between the two only causes his scowl to deepen, and by the time Altaïr leaves, Ezio is already hightailing after him, aiming for a punch to his face.

He doesn't care if it lands, or that he's still hurting from the last times Altaïr hurt him. There are just some things you don't tell a woman, no matter what you believe. That was what his father and his mother taught him, and he'll be damned if he doesn't stand up for this woman in some way, like a gentleman.]

[The woman has let go and the buffoon he woke up with has been silent, so Altaïr doesn't expect the punch at all and goes stumbling to his knees, barely managing to keep from completely falling over.

But while the blow is a strong one and his jaw is ringing with pain, he refuses to show it. Instead, he summons his strength and rises back up to his feet, eyes burning with anger as he heads right for Ezio.]

How dare you!

[ Desmond is very suddenly and intensely a barrier between both men, jaw set and steely eyed. ]

That's enough, the both of you. This is a business and a Bureau, not your personal playgrounds. Walk. Away.

[ It's not often he has to be this serious, but there's something of his dad, of the Mentors themselves in him right now, stern and unyielding, brooking no refusal. He has a responsibility to the novizi, to Maria and Caterina and even the patrons in the shop right now to keep the peace, and clearly it can't be had if both men are together in the same place. ]

[Altaïr glares dagger at the two of them, his face nearly a mirror for Desmond's. Every muscle in his body is tense, ready to spring into action, until he lets out an irritated tch and turns away.]

As you wish.

[If he has his way, he'll find a way back to Masyaf and Al Mualim and never see these madmen again. Later losers.]

[Maria stands a moment longer, watching after them, before she takes a deep, tremulous breath and then she begins to go after her husband.

She doesn't know what she's doing, but all she knows is she has to do it fast and drub some sense back into him.

Somehow.]

[The standoff between Altaïr and Desmond has Ezio nearly hiding behind the latter, eyes wide and nostrils flaring in anger, fear and fury mixed into one moment in time.

But when Maria moves forward again to go after Altaïr, Ezio gently grabs her arm and tries to pull her back.]

Madonna- [A beat as he shakes his head.] Don't.

[Even he understands that Altaïr is beyond reasoning.]

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