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Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad ([personal profile] eaglesonofnone) wrote in [community profile] sixthiterationlogs2018-10-28 02:57 am

One | Altaïr Can't Swim (it's a trending tag on AO3)

WHO: Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad
WHERE: South Village fountain
WHEN: Beginning October 28
OPEN TO: Anyone who wants to find a half-drowned and confused Assassin.
WARNINGS: Arabic cursing. (Both cursing in Arabic and an Arabic man cursing.)


Water.

It would permanently be his bane.

He had expected his afterlife to be anything but that, if he was to have one at all. After all he'd seen, he'd more suspected that after death came nothing. A lack of existence. An ending, and nothing more. If he ascribed to the Christian notions, he would surely be relegated to their hell for the lives he'd taken, and for a moment, it occurred to him that this was it. A form of eternal torment by the water filling his lungs, his hands finding no purchase. Was he to spend the rest of time dying over and over again in water?

But his body had panicked for him. Fighting against the water, struggling, flailing wildly and completely without skill. He could feel his lungs burning from what he'd inhaled before he'd begun to hold his breath, the ache of a cough wanting to break free but he knew that if he opened his mouth, only more water would rush in--

He coughed. His lungs filled further, and fear took hold of his heart. No. No, he could not spend eternity this way, dying again and again with what looked like sky past the water's surface. Again, he coughed. His lungs were getting heavier, his vision dimmer. No!

And then--

And then, even in the depths, he could breathe, except it... it wasn't breathing. Water was still passing into him, but his vision began to clear and his limbs felt less sluggish and his mind slowly climbed away from the base reactions of survival toward true and rational thought.

He was breathing water. How?

His mind sought reasons, but with his calm came buoyancy. He began to rise toward the surface, a hand reaching out toward the nearest wall, touching stone, able to use it to push upward, and when he broke free and took hold of the stone with his entire arms, he bent over it. He coughed once, twice, water pouring from his mouth and nose in a painful rush, but then he was breathing air. Clear, cool air.

Willpower pulled him over the edge, onto the ground, where he laid on his stomach and relished the simple act of breathing. He'd been short of breath for years, coughing with any exertion, but never had it felt so horrible as that. "Al'ama," he groaned, head turned sideways to rest on the ground before, with excruciating slowness, he pushed himself up to sit. "'Ana kabir fi alsini lihadha."

[personal profile] connatural 2018-10-28 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
It hasn't been that long since Ashley herself surfaced in that water, dragging herself up from the depths unable to breathe and panicking over what she left behind.

It is also when she realized she had gained some kind of power when she found herself falling from the fountain rather than hauling herself out as someone seems to be doing now.

At least that's her assumption when an arm comes up over the edge of the fountain. Dropping the bag of vegetables she's been out gathering with hopes of harvesting local crops in her backyard, she rushes to the fountain as she sees someone in a puddle moving to sit up beside the fountain.

Not the people she has been watching for, her mother especially but that doesn't change that she is there to try and help much as she can, dropping to kneel beside him. Dressed in a ragtag collection of items from storage including yoga pants and a jacket made from a zebra striped snuggie.

"Of course, a language I barely know," she sighs, canting her head to try and see his eyes, hoping he's breathing. "Tell me you speak English?"

Maybe it's wishful thinking, but she has to try.
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[personal profile] borneinblood 2018-10-28 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Druitt has never been terribly interested in languages as a whole. Not the way Helen has, at the very least. But he knows just enough to recognize that Altaïr's speaking Arabic, even if he doesn't exactly understand quite what the other man is saying. (He can makes guesses, yes, but those are based more on his overall tone of voice as opposed to any actual understanding.)

"It's certainly not the most enjoyable of arrivals."

This is offered with the briefest of nods. True, he's not aware of Altaïr's problems with regards to water. But it doesn't take much to see that he hasn't exactly enjoyed his little dunk in the fountain either. And perhaps somewhat more so than most people who have arrived in a similar manner. A moment later, it occurs to him that he might as well offer a little more assistance.

"And I don't suppose you'd care for a hand?"

If Altaïr would prefer to get up on his own, Druitt is hardly about to complain. But the offer is there all the same, should he want to take Druitt up on it.
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[personal profile] championofsnark 2018-10-29 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
Hawke spent a little time every single day sitting by the place she came out of. She knows there is no real point. She knows waiting doesn't make people come through, and also that it's selfish to even hope for it. But she's very honest with herself about her knack for selfish choices when adrift. Still, she sits by the water, using a knife to cut her own arrows since she plans on going scouting later and start a hunting ground. It's the least she can do after eating more food than she probably should, after a little too long on the roads without ready food.

Her head picks up when she hears the coughing, and stands entirely when she sees the man climb out. It's a questionable moment for her, willing to help someone out, but also having to remember that the last thing she wants is to be shanked by a stranger. Oh well. She sets the knife and arrow back into her makeshift belt and gives him a moment to recover on his own. Not that she's known for being silent for long.

"Ana ... kabir ... yourself?" Hawke doesn't know the language, and she's momentarily concerned that he'll struggle to understand the folks here. Except she's been told none of them are technically speaking the same tongue as her either. "Hello! Sorry. I have no idea how to make this moment any less awkward." She decides hovering over him is a bad idea, so she sits down again, cross legged. "Deep breaths, that's the last of your drowning experience for today."
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[personal profile] minus1twin 2018-10-29 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
Wanda had been heading between the inn and her home when the echoes of splashing water filled the shell of her hear. Arado barked and ran over towards the fountain with Wanda running at his heels. She saw the man pull himself up and over the edge of the fountain, coughing well water in the process.

"Here." She placed her palm onto his back and gently pushed the large dog away from his face. "Sitzen" Wanda spoke to the dog and he stepped back and sat, waiting for the next command. Clint had trained the dog which meant that all of the command words had been in German.

"Breathe. Steady. Are you okay?"

Wanda knew a few languages but most were countries around Sokovia and she didn't know what he was saying.

[personal profile] connatural 2018-10-29 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay, good, that's a start." She takes a breath herself, exhaling slowly as if guiding. Not that he seems to need it. "I'm going to ask if you're hurt, but you can just nod. I mean, coming up out of those depths, it's nervewracking."

She's dealt with a lot of things, but waking up drowning just left her with a bitter taste in her mouth.

"Take all the time you need," she says, shifting where she's kneeling, trying not to loom over him. Not that she truly does with her size, and dressed as she is. "If you need it, there's a medical clinic but I know a bit of first aid. Mostly field work."

But she suspects it will be useful over time.

"When you're up to it though there's a inn, and your bag there should have dry clothes in it." She knew that had gone a long way to helping her get her head straight. After she armed herself and bolted to try and find a friend.
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[personal profile] ataashihunter 2018-10-29 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
Bull had been passing by the fountain on his way back to his house with a load of firewood on his back when he had seen the commotion of a new arrival but there had been plenty of people there and he knows he can be intimidating to most people so he holds off until it looks like they got the new arrival taken care of. He drops the wood off at his cabin and then heads for the inn, it was around lunch time anyway and he might as well see if this new arrival was someone he knows.

He steps inside the inn and looks for the face he doesn't know and then heads for him. "Hello there."

((OOC: I figured it was best not to crowd him at the fountain so I assumed he got to the inn at some point. If that doesn't work, let me know and I'll write up something else. ))
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[personal profile] ataashihunter 2018-10-29 09:05 am (UTC)(link)
"I have no idea what or where that is, but I take it that is not somewhere with Qunari." He gestures to himself as he moves to sit down.

"You were the one who came out of the fountain not that long ago?" He offers his hand. "I am The Iron Bull."
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[personal profile] ataashihunter 2018-10-29 10:01 am (UTC)(link)
Bull smiles and the clasp and quickly changes his grip to adjust for it. He likes it.

"Shanedan, Altaïr." He says the name with the tone of someone who speaks a similar language and the qunlat word before it gives the whole thing away.

"It is more a title. I chose it when I moved to the human lands since the title I had before wouldn't make much sense to them. Qunari don't have names, not the way you do. We have a title based on our job."

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[personal profile] minus1twin 2018-10-29 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
'Shabbah' Her brow furrowed at the name and Wanda logged it away for later.

The man was coughing but stringing together coherent sentences. He was probably fine but Wanda was going to stand sentry anyway. "I can't help but worry." Her lips twitched into a light smile. "It's a bad habit."

"You were in the well. It's how we're all brought here. It should get easier." Wanda removed her hand from his back and sat back, waiting for the stranger to rise on his own. Arado was being a good dog and standing back though he released a short little whine of protest at not being allowed to help.

"You're somewhere new. I don't know where it is but it's on an island."
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[personal profile] championofsnark 2018-10-29 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Hawke springs back up and takes his hand without question. She's both lithe and sturdy, strength in her arms from carrying a bow and callouses all over her hands. "You? Old?" She laughs. "I have a few friends who would grimace if they knew you considered yourself an old man." It's not that he looks young precisely, but she knows old folks. She can almost hear Varric's droll commentary on the matter. Somehow Hawke herself manages to look young, or vaguely around her age, but the scars and eyes tell a different story. Survival against all odds has a way of wearing on anyone.

"You'd think the people behind whatever this is would pick a nicer way of introducing us. Hello, welcome to this giant lush cage we've put you in, make friends, stay alive, watch out for the drowning and the wild weather and monsters." Hawke read up at the inn. Mostly she skimmed and got bored, but she does have an eye for the dangerous notes. "Oh! I'm an idiot. Also I'm Hawke. Hello."
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[personal profile] minus1twin 2018-10-30 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Well-" Her lips curled together as he slowly rose to his feet. "You aren't dead yet."

Wanda gave him space to rise though she hoovered close in case he decided to take a sudden fall. He looked heavy but Wanda was ready to catch him anyway. She was stronger than she appeared and could at least stop him from cracking his head onto the stone pavement.

"How are you feeling?"

Probably not well but he looked worried.
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[personal profile] minus1twin 2018-10-30 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
Wanda shook her head. "No." She exhaled a slow breath and thought passively of Steve and how jarring it had been for him to wake up from the ice. This was more confusing than that but the sentiment felt similar.

"I am not dead, nor are the people here. There are about fifty of us, give or take." The number has been fluctuating recently. "No one of that name but if they're here then they would have passed through the inn. Most new people end up there for a time to get used to this place."

She pointed at the large inn-like building behind her.
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[personal profile] minus1twin 2018-10-30 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
Her brow furrows together and she waved a hand to release Arado from her command. "Shabbah? What does that mean?" As Wanda asked her question. The large dog walked up to the stranger and wagged his tail with a bright happy smile. "This is Arado. I didn't want him to crowd you while you were trying to breath but he likes meeting new people."

She turned towards the inn and lead him through the front door. Altair will notice that Arado continued to pad happily at his side while Wanda walked ahead. The pair had been together for a long time and Wanda didn't have to worry about the dog misbehaving.

"I can find you something to eat or drink?"

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