♜ IMPETUOUS BROTHER

clearly whatever varyingly benevolent diety out there was watching over his life was back to laughing at him. altaïr was no stranger to falling, to fingers slippery grasp   &   one wrong step can spell death. his life, quite literally, depended on his ability to get back up time   &   time again; scrapes   &   bruises to match splintered bones   &   bloody faces. he’d seen first hand the repercussions of a misstep   (   seen the scholars-once-assassins who strayed just off course   )   in a life where your body’s capability to respond is what made you valuable. foolhardy bravery defined his childhood, scaling without pause what made others cautions. it was for these reasons alone the assassin found himself climbing to his feet   (   brushing off his robes   —   seen worse or not there is no reason to not take care of your belongings   )   with an air of quiet arrogance. looking the other over with a soft hum, a scoff.    ❝    as if you have never fallen before.    ❞

(   an eagle is no scavenger, seeking live prey within its talons   ).

chin raised in long bred defiance   (   commonality, in the criticism. whispers following on his coattails   )   as amber burned gold. passing whims of a smirk gracing scarred lips.    ❝    do you think you could do better   ?    ❞    altaïr was no fool   (   blue like the depths of a flame   )   to the other’s existence   —   this would not be the most strangely dressed of the other’s running amok.    ❝    if not then hold your tongue.    ❞

     “Oh, I’ve fallen before but you quite literally ate pavement      there.”

Jacob fixed his posture right up once Altaïr finally got up from his place in the trash. He tried not to get too offended with the way the other male looked him over, mainly because he was fairly used to it by this point ( even if it did bother him that they didn’t do the same with evie ) and because the last thing he needed was for Evie to scold him if she ever came here and found out his got into some fisticuffs with another assassin.

     “Clearly I can hold my balance better than you can. Could      probably even hold it better than you while half-rats.”

Holding his tongue was something Jacob wasn’t good at, neither was not making everything into a slight pissing contest. Still, after a brief pause and a quick look at the assassin, he spoke up once more - this time not making fun of the poor guy.

@rooksassassin​

      — IT is with a wide smile that the redhead watches the assassin from up high on a rooftop, keeping herself hidden as she slinks after his steps. While naturally the first thing she wants to do upon seeing Jacob for the first time in so long (or so she assumes; while it feels like it hasn’t been long, who knows how much time has really passed within this place?) is to run and embrace him, the anointed wanted to try and surprise him.

     Thus why she has now been throwing little pebbles at him from atop the current building she’s on, ducking for cover each and every time he looks up.

     He has to climb up here sooner or later… Right? If not, Aloy is going to continue indulging herself in a few chuckles before running to greet him once more.

Call it intuition ( y’know, being an assassin and all ), but something told him he was being watched.

It started when he was walking down the streets of the ward he was in. At first, he thought it was just people staring at him because, let’s face it, his getup isn’t the usual wardrobe choice that people would wear, but as Jacob continued onward, he realized the eyes he felt were coming from somewhere else. Somewhere... above? Another assassin who had spotted him, perhaps?

That’s what he thought, until someone started throwing small pebbles at him! Not enough to hurt, mind you, but still enough to catch his attention. He allowed it to continue... Until finally one pebble was thrown to make him sigh out and finally scale the building where it was coming from.

     “Y’know the old saying.. Throw a pebble at me once, shame      on me. Throw a second pebble at me, shame on you. Yes,      that’s exactly the saying, you don’t need to fact check--”

And when he finally got on top of the building, Jacob almost fell right off of it once he saw who the mastermind behind the pebble throwing was.

It’s no secret that the lives of the various citizens living on this island could be considered somewhat erratic. As often as the Stars above would dump in people from various worlds, universes, and so on, you were just as likely to see someone you had spent the last several months with disappear without any real warning, leaving nothing more than a lingering memory of their time spent here.

Things like that make you wonder just why in the hell did anyone even bother forming relationships.

But there’s a catch to that; while disappearances and the like were a common occurrence, there was still the very real likelihood that someone could return at a later point in time. Yet that comes with another issue all on it’s own. Are they the same person you had known for months prior to their disappearance, or are they an entirely new version of themselves all together?

Maybe new really isn’t the right word to use. It’s a rather subjective thing, isn’t it? This person might not be the same one you’ve spent a great deal of time with, forming all sorts of memories together and creating a bond you once not thought possible. But at the very core they’re still that same person you met in the first place.

It’s a messy subject, one that you have to wonder how the many denizens of Spirale feel about. But at the very least we can learn of one man’s personal feelings on the matter. He’s confused right now. Shocked. The last few weeks or so had been spent in an absolutely horrible and miserable funk given recent issues. Yet all of that had to be put on hold for the time being. A face he had not seen for god knows how long had decided to come back into his life. Or to be more specific his current perspective.

There’s no telling if this is the same Jacob the Boss had come to hang around with what seems like forever ago. He wants it to be. Is kind of desperate for it. But he’s going to try his hardest keep expectations at a minimum and see what comes of this so-called reunion.

“ You’re kidding me. Is that really you? ” Scratch that, guess he just had to ask.

“ Jesus Christ, Jacob. Has it really been that long? ”

@rooksassassin​

So, there’s a lot he needs to do.

It’s clearly been months since he’s stepped foot in this place, considering their captors like to whirl him around and fling him back home every now and again, but he needs to get back on track. Retrace his steps, see if he’s missed anything new or missed anything in general. It’s gonna be hard since he’s missed so many months, but he’s going to try.

He scaled the buildings to look at things from a higher point, re-remembering where everything was and see what’s changed about the place. Seems like some things had changed since he’s last been here, which interested the assassin a lot. He’s going to have to give those areas a quick little look over and recount anything new added, but for the most part it seems like things are still the same design wise.

Leaping down from the buildings ( and into something soft, not without it’s usual bruises that came with it though ). Jacob started to walk down the streets once more. He’s looked through his phone to see if his old pals were still around in the city and to his surprise, one name had stood out. So, his old Boss was still here, then? He wonder how the guy’s been going on without his pretty face around.

-- And he didn’t need to wait long at all to see. The familiar voice rang through his ears loud and clear. With a smile, the assassin turned around with his arms slightly stretched out, a grin on his face.

     “The one and only. Unless you’ve met some other bloke      with the same name as me. Probably not as handsome,      though.”

❝ I’ve done it twice! It’s okay, I guess.  ❞

     “That’s boring.”

     “...”

⤜    starter    !!    *:･ﾟ✧    ╱    @rooksassassin​​​

since he was young, altaïr had been put through the trials   &   tribulations of preparing to enter the ranks of the brotherhood as a novice. his late father   (   one of two master assassins the levantine brotherhood had to its name   )   made sure of it   —   upon his execution, rashid had taken up the mantle. he worked hard to prove known fact; he was the best. youngest to achieve his title, trusted with the most difficult of missions. he had been named grandmaster at the age of twenty-six. all of this meaning absolutely nothing when he slipped right off the edge of the roof   &   started the long, long fall towards the ground.

(   malik’s voice ringing in his head   —   a novice mistake   ).

the soft oof matching pained groan from the pile of trash now scattered about the alleyway. rolling out of the mess; hood falling to reveal choppy, cropped hair in as much disarray as his robes. right hand making a grab for ribs   (   not broken, at least   )   with tired annoyance.   &   better such mistakes happen far, far away from the prying eyes of his brothers.

When he first arrived back on Radiale Island, Jacob would have never thought he’d be greeted by someone literally falling in front of him, but hey - he’s experienced much weirder things before. Honestly something like this was basically a normal Tuesday for him. 

What he wasn’t expecting was a flash of white in his eyes - and into the pile of trash he was walking by. But of course, he recognizes those robes. Perhaps he could write it off as a coincidence, but... Nope, he knew assassin robes when he saw them. So, it was time to poke a little fun at his poor companion. Being the absolute bastard that he is, Jacob crouches right next to the trash, giving the other male a ‘tsk’ as he shakes his head.

( really channeling evie here. )

JACOB FRYE | ASSASSIN’S CREED

an assassin from the victorian era; he’s a part of a secret brotherhood who has engaged themselves in a never ending war between the templar order, a group bent on controlling the people.

the youngest twin of the frye twins. his twin sister, evie, was born four minutes before him. she never lets him live this down.

if evie is the brains, jacob is clearly the brawns. he doesn’t enjoy stealth at all ( though as an assassin, he is very capable of it ) and enjoys fighting a whole lot.

a SHIT ton of dad issues. ethan frye favored evie the most, at least in jacob’s eyes, and the two never saw eye to eye with each other when ethan was alive. because of this, he thrives on any attention and praise given to him.

was really chaotic until he met a man named maxwell roth. they basically broke up and jacob realized that his father wasn’t wrong about how important following the creed is. freedom is important, but so is following the rules.

social drinker; can be a lightweight depending on the kind of drink.

nicknamer and can be rly sarcastic.

very british.

capitalism? throw it out. throw imperialism out too while you’re at it.

Ah, there it was. He missed hearing this bozo. Missed seeing that shit-eating grin of his that would just let you know he was up to something no good. Jacob was one of the few people the Boss genuinely got along with on this island, and it was than a damn shame to lose someone like him. Having him as a lieutenant was definitely a godsend given the man’s prior knowledge with running a gang and his general attitude lining up with who the Saints are as a group, but what was most important to the Boss was that Jacob truly was someone he could consider a friend.

Maybe in due time he would find himself opening up a bit more about his feelings. But for now this was good. This would do just plenty.

“ Cry over you? Like hell I would. I’d definitely cause a bit of property damage just t’ let off some steam, but cry? Nah. Just ain’t my thing. ” he says as he walks closer to Jacob, finding himself ready to embrace the man. “ For real, it’s good to see you back. Ain’t the same without you around. You’re one of the only bastards I actually like on this island, hehehe. ”

     “Aw, c’mon. You can be honest with me. I won’t tell anyone      how you’d cry over little ol’ me! Why, I’d be flattered I even      stuck in your mind that long!”

Truthfully, even if Aloy wasn’t here, he was still a little glad to be back. He had made companions here, after all. Interdimensional friends, but friends nonetheless. It was going to be a real shame when they all had to leave each other for good and never see one another again. Jacob wasn’t going to dwell on that any longer, though.

     “So! You’re here, I’m here - let’s do some quick catching      up. Don’t think I was gone that long, but this city always      has somethin’ going on. Last thing I remember was trapping      our other selves in that little pocket dimension. Wonder      what craziness happened while I was out.”

“SCATTER!”

Oh now this was a nice surprise. To be honest the Boss really didn’t think he’d see the guy ever again. After all his name had just straight up vanished from his list of contacts like nothing. But there he was, that god damn bastard. Waltzing around the neighborhood like he still owned the place. I mean it’s more than possible for that to happen once again if a certain someone was up for getting rehired. But gang talk can be saved for later. Right now a reunion was in store! That and a couple of drinks down by the nearest bar they can find.

“ Well, well, well. Look who decided to rear his ugly head back here. Took ya long enough. Wasn’t the same without you. ”

@rooksassassin

This place again. For a brief moment, Jacob was gone. The last thing he remembered was sealing away his double and that was about it. He should be happy that he’s back in this place, because he’s actually had friends here, but he can’t help but feel a little bittersweet about it. The minute he checked the contact list on his phone he felt his heart sink.

Aloy was gone.

He had mentally prepared himself for the possibility ( because no matter how much Evie insisted, Jacob could think ahead ) but it still hit him hard. He wasn’t sure if she would remember her time here if she came back or not. All he knew is he had to prepare himself for the possibility of meeting an Aloy who didn’t know him.

Luckily, the voice of a familiar partner of his had brought him out of that hazy headspace. Turning around, the assassin found himself grinning at his good ol’ boss, hiding the sadness he felt at the fact he lost someone dear to him.

JACOB FRYE | ASSASSIN’S CREED

an assassin from the victorian era; he’s a part of a secret brotherhood who has engaged themselves in a never ending war between the templar order, a group bent on controlling the people.

the youngest twin of the frye twins. his twin sister, evie, was born four minutes before him. she never lets him live this down.

if evie is the brains, jacob is clearly the brawns. he doesn’t enjoy stealth at all ( though as an assassin, he is very capable of it ) and enjoys fighting a whole lot.

a SHIT ton of dad issues. ethan frye favored evie the most, at least in jacob’s eyes, and the two never saw eye to eye with each other when ethan was alive. because of this, he thrives on any attention and praise given to him.

was really chaotic until he met a man named maxwell roth. they basically broke up and jacob realized that his father wasn’t wrong about how important following the creed is. freedom is important, but so is following the rules.

social drinker; can be a lightweight depending on the kind of drink.

nicknamer and can be rly sarcastic.

very british.

capitalism? throw it out.

“ Really now? I remember reading a bit about the guy some time ago. I think there was a theory that’s probably still going around where I’m from that Spring-Heeled Jack was played by this Irish nobleman; Henry Beresford or something like that. But I mean shit, I wouldn’t doubt it being just some weirdo and his followers. You guys had a lot of nutjobs around your time, huh? ”

     “Yeah, think it was something like a lot of people pretending      to be this one guy. You’d be surprised how much of the stuff      I’ve seen gets lost in translation in this ‘modern era’. Guess      it’s easy to point out the flaws of history books when you’ve      actually lived this shite.”

“ You wanna share any good stories? I’m sure ya got plenty of ‘em. ”

     “More like bories, ‘cause they’re boring stories. Well, maybe      not all of them. Did you know we stopped a cult once? Yeah,      turned out the legendary ‘Spring-Heeled Jack’ was just a nutty      cult leader and his followers.”