Let me guess. This place just changes at will too.
[ Everything is sarcastic in Cal's book.
He watches the cycle turn into a baton and rolls his eyes at himself. There is a ghost of a laugh as he kneels down and flips the hatch open. After a glance upwards at Malik, almost as if to make sure the younger man is going to follow him, he slips down into the Workshop.
The moment Cal stands up he feels like he is somewhere else. Not whatever kind of Workshop Malik says, but a place with incenses burning and the sound of metal clanging in the distance. The low light from torches bouncing off the stone walls, and below him on the stairs stood several hooded people around a table. No, not just people, his future brothers and sisters. All at the same time he heard the chanting of the others behind him: "Laa shay'a waqi'un moutlaq bale koulon moumkine."
It isn't until he realizes Malik is there that Cal is able to snap out of the memory. Not his memory, but Aguilar de Nerha's. The day he became an Assassin. The day he took the oath, uttered the words, and had his finger removed to prove his dedication to the Creed.
Cal reaches up and pinches the bridge of his nose lightly. ]
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[ Everything is sarcastic in Cal's book.
He watches the cycle turn into a baton and rolls his eyes at himself. There is a ghost of a laugh as he kneels down and flips the hatch open. After a glance upwards at Malik, almost as if to make sure the younger man is going to follow him, he slips down into the Workshop.
The moment Cal stands up he feels like he is somewhere else. Not whatever kind of Workshop Malik says, but a place with incenses burning and the sound of metal clanging in the distance. The low light from torches bouncing off the stone walls, and below him on the stairs stood several hooded people around a table. No, not just people, his future brothers and sisters. All at the same time he heard the chanting of the others behind him: "Laa shay'a waqi'un moutlaq bale koulon moumkine."
It isn't until he realizes Malik is there that Cal is able to snap out of the memory. Not his memory, but Aguilar de Nerha's. The day he became an Assassin. The day he took the oath, uttered the words, and had his finger removed to prove his dedication to the Creed.
Cal reaches up and pinches the bridge of his nose lightly. ]