Queen of Swords

Muhammad was a bro okay

Friendly Reminder we aren’t going to be playing as Desmond in Black Flags because he’s dead.(◕‿◕✿)

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[Text] And you are suddenly somehow physically incapable of handling the situation?

[text] I was born incapable

[Text] Says the man who kills and dies on a daily basis

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[Text] And you are suddenly somehow physically incapable of handling the situation?

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[text] … There’s a van outside

[Text] I fail to see the problem.

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I swear this is an rp blog sometimes.

Adil managed a small smile for her, and he nodded. “Of course. I feel very lucky to have had the chance to get to know you, if only a little. You are a very kind and wise woman.” He nodded to himself, and pushed himself to his feet. “I think I know what I want to make for you. If you will excuse me, I will need a bit of time… but I hope to have something to your liking when I return.” 

She was excited at the thought of achieving a new blade, and pleased at the fact that it would be made specifically for her, and by one of her brothers, no less. Malikah kept up her calm front, but gave a larger smile than before. After all, there was no harm in showing pleasure. She would just have to make sure not to overdo it. "Yes, of course. I shall not rush you. Take all the time you need," she replied. "And I thank you again."

he let out another sobbing wail, letting it echo off the walls of her empty little shop (ugh, what a terrible little shop it was, so many papers and gathering specks of dust, she could use a painting or something of the sort, perhaps some painted walls like the ones he’d seen in russia). “you try, woman. you try.”

She wanted to hit him. She was making a disturbance and trying her patience, which were two things that she loathed. Though, really, she should have expected it, with her luck. The fact that the disturbance was a foreigner was a change of pace. But no, it wasn't enough to get rid of the feeling of irritation. And the fact that he was challenging her only increased annoyance.   "If you insist." Malikah drew a sword from beneath her desk and approached him. She wasn't planning to kill him. Not yet, anyway, but perhaps if she showed him that she was serious, he'd leave on his own accord.