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Entry tags:
- !mingle,
- !ota,
- - event: mystery mingle,
- 9: 7,
- ac: altaïr ibn-la'ahad,
- asoiaf: margaery tyrell,
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- izombie: liv moore,
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- marvel: frank castle,
- marvel: karen page,
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- marvel: natasha romanoff,
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- marvel: tommy shepherd,
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- marvel: wanda maximoff,
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- sanctuary: john druitt,
- star trek: beverly crusher,
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[MINGLE] Saints & Sinners Masquerade
WHERE: Corn field next to the inn
WHEN: 31 October, all day and night
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Please warn as appropriate in your subject lines
NOTES: Please make sure you have read and understand the event details! If you have questions, drop them here. RECOMMENDED BUT NOT REQUIRED: Put your SCRUBS COLOR in your OTA subject line for folks doing bingo. Time your OTA for the harvest feast, the masquerade, or both. Costume matches and details for folks who did not get matched are here.
WHEN: 31 October, all day and night
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Please warn as appropriate in your subject lines
NOTES: Please make sure you have read and understand the event details! If you have questions, drop them here. RECOMMENDED BUT NOT REQUIRED: Put your SCRUBS COLOR in your OTA subject line for folks doing bingo. Time your OTA for the harvest feast, the masquerade, or both. Costume matches and details for folks who did not get matched are here.
This morning, our intrepid villagers awoke to a surprise of the nicer kind: A bundle of clothing left at the foot of their bed, tied with a bow. There is also a note: Put on your new outfit and join the festivities in the corn field next to the inn.
You may be thinking, what corn field next to the inn? The one that sprung up fully-mature overnight, of course.
In the middle of the field, villagers will find an autumn feast: Tables piled with harvest time food and drink, warm and rustic decorations, the day's sunshine fending off any chill in the air.
Tuck in and enjoy, villagers, but take note: Things often look different in the dark, and you might be one of them.
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She reached forward and gently tugged at one of the many adornments. "This would make a lot of noise if you're trying to be silent." It was plastic though Wanda assumed that since this was a costume that it was supposed to be metal.
Her hand fell bad down to her side as she let her eyes run over his costume. "It doesn't look bad." Which was a good thing considering some of the costumes here.
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That was, perhaps, an understatement. When he'd been presented with the robes denoting his station as mentor, they had seemed too much until he'd realised how warm they kept him. Then he'd accepted from utility alone. "But perhaps for someone, they would be serviceable."
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"It looks nice on you."
If that's an consolation.
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He didn't really seem like the party type.
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Abu'l Nuqoud. Perhaps in some ways they weren't so different - except for at their very core. And there, they couldn't be any different at all.
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Perhaps it was best to change subjects.
"What do you think of the food and drinks? Is it like what you're used too?" It felt very American to her.
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That, he said with nigh undetectable amusement. It was an understatement and he knew it, and it was a hint as to his usual state of humour.
"And the food and drink was nothing like this. I am used to drinking either water or some sort of juice from fruits. I have never been one for becoming intoxicated. And I see no warab eniq or majboos. I can't identify many of these things."
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She probably shouldn't ask because it was none of her business but Wanda found Altaïr's honesty surprising and she wanted to know more about his world and the situation he was in at home. It didn't sound like a pleasant place but then, her world wasn't that pleasant through her eyes either.
"I've never heard of warab eniq or majboos."
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"Warab eniq is meat and rice, perhaps vegetables, wrapped and steamed in a large grape leaf. Majboos is a dish that takes patience. You cook and spice your meat, cook the rice, and then fry vegetables. Then, when most things are nearly done, you put it all in a great pot and cook it together for hours, until everything has the flavours throughout. And then you place a large platter over the mouth of the pot and turn it upside-down, dumping it all to be eaten together. You could use bits of food left over from other meals, or make it fresh - either way, the smell always made my stomach growl."
But then... Then, he had promised a story. And to tell it, he motioned for her to walk with him. "There was some such food at the party I mentioned. As I said, it was held in Dimashq, in one of the most grand buildings in the city. Even my home citadel of Masyaf was not so fine, as we survived on what we needed rather than by gilding and polishing.
"Abu'l Nuqoud was a merchant. He had grown rich off his trading. Rich enough to make himself fat. He wore clothes of fine silks, rings on every finger. And he used his connections throughout the tradesmen to build up fortunes. Most of his guests that day were like him: fortunate merchants with heavy pockets who spent their money on weapons of war. This was the Third Crusade, King Richard fighting for the Holy Land against Salah Ad-Din. Their armies clashed throughout the countryside, trampling farmland, running people out of their villages. The English occupied Akka, and the Saracens threatened any of us who lived native if we did not join with him against them.
"But through it all, Abu'l Nuqoud and his merchants grew fat, selling weapons, selling medicines, selling armour. Selling comfort when the soldiers could afford to return for a day, a week, a month. I was there because I had found that there was more to Abu'l than any had thought. He was not only a merchant king but a Templar, working within the Saracens just as men like William of Montferrat worked within the Englishmen. The Templars had their own goal, and the Crusades were a convenient cause for them to hide amongst."
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She turned and followed at Altair's side with her drink held carefully between her fingers. She took a sip of her cider and listened to his story. Wanda had already guessed that it wasn't a happy story but she was attentive and focused as she stepped at his side, careful not to trip over the long skirts of her costume.
"Templar is a word used throughout history. They're usually mass organizations, my understanding is that history rarely paints them as heroes." Wanda wondered why the merchant would then poison the people who he made his fortune from but maybe there was a detail she was missing? Something that she didn't understand… Her brow furrowed as she took the different details and tried to link them together.
"These Templar's-" She continued in a light tone. "-were they anything like that?"
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"As a Templar, Abu'l saw that the war, while more than adequate cover and while lucrative, worked against what he saw as the Templar cause of a new, equitable world. And yet, he himself was the antithesis of such things. He spent the city's money on his celebrations. He detested the poor, seeing them as a blight on society. He took pleasure in tormenting those he saw as lesser. Under his rule, equality was lessened instead of grown.
"By the end of his celebration, even he numbered among the dead, and Dimashq had the chance to gain in fairness. Few mourned his passing - which is an unfortunate thing to say of anyone."
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"What was your role in all of this?"
It sounded like he was there but he's been focusing on telling Abu'ls story instead of his own. Wanda wondered what his role was, other than 'being there'.
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"My job... before I was brought here-" It felt like such a long time ago. "We fighting terrorist like him."
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"Thank you for telling me." She wasn't sure why Altair had trusted her but it felt nice to be able to talk to someone who understood the life she had before this village.
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"Being underestimated has its advantages." Though no one from her world would underestimate her. "But I continue to train, even here."
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Her twin had made it easy to be strong though he also made it very easy to worry. He was constantly doing dangerous things but she imagined that Altaïr was likely similar in his youth.
"But thank you." It was a hefty compliment. "While we're here, you can rely on me. If you need too."
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"I should go, I didn't bring Arado and I need to make sure he gets fed, but I hope to run into you again soon." He was a good person and knew how to tease. Both were good in her book.
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And then, he half bowed with his hand over his heart. "Safety and peace."