Into the modern days

Comic-Con...?

Just a little bit before sunrise, Altaïr woke up. Opening his eyes, he looked around the strange, dark room. He was laying stretched out on the couch. At first, he was confused, but he remembered the events of yesterday. Seeing the other sleeping assassins, a soundless sigh left his lips. If he remembered correctly, there was Ezio, Edward, Connor, Arno, Evie, and Jacob. Sitting up, Altaïr looked around the room, wondering about the time he was in.

"Before you even think about getting up, I promise you, it's a bad Idea." The Italian was still laying down, eyes closed, but he had heard Altaïr stir. "It wouldn't be a good idea to go into a city with things you don't understand. At least not without help." Ezio sat up, holding a hand to his head. Altaïr soon realized that he, too had a hangover, but not as bad as the Italian.

"You plan to go with me?" He asked, his voice a small whisper, being considerate of the others. Altaïr looked at the other assassin, and received the same gaze in turn. "It just seems so interesting, given the fact that we basically time traveled to the future. Time traveled to the future." Resting his elbows on his knees, Altaïr leaned forward. "Does it not interest you the least bit to see what has come of this world?"

Ezio nodded. "It does interest me, indeed, but I still don't think it wise to go into a new city with technology we're unfamiliar with." He sighed a bit, looking around the room. Everything just seemed so unfamiliar. He didn't understand why there was a flat, black, glass box in the middle of the sitting area. But it seems that another has entered himself in the conversation.

"So it seems that I am not the only awake." It was the one who was rather tan, and had a few markings on his face. He had his hair pulled pack into a pony tail, and both Ezio and Altaïr realized that he'd been sitting up, in the chair he was in. "But I do agree with you both. So, shall we head out?"

"So it seems you both know me rather well, but I don't know you." The Arabic said, standing up, leaving his hood down. Walking over to the window, he looked out, watching the sun rise, as dawn came, awakening the strange new city. "It really is rather strange," he mumbled quietly to himself.

"Well, I'm Ezio Auditore. It truly is an honor to meet you, Altaïr." Ezio stood up as well, stretching the sleep out of him. "I think we should head out. I don't see any real reason why we would need to stay. We are assassins, after all." Looking around the room that was littered with the assassins, a question ran through Ezio's mind. 'Is this necessarily that bad?' No. It wasn't. But he knew, eventually, they all would have to go back to their own timelines.

"I am Ratonhnhaké:Ton." He saw the other two pause what they were doing, and looked at him. The confused looks on their face caused him to smile a small bit. "You can call me Connor." This earned him a soft chuckle from Ezio and a scoff from Altaïr. He mumbled something in Arabic, but the Native frowned a bit, unsure weather that was good or bad. Standing up himself, he rolled his shoulders, letting the sleep wash out of him. "Then lets go." He started to walk towards the door as Ezio and Altaïr followed him.

Altaïr let a thin smile cross his face. Exploring a new city, full of unknown possibilities. It was rather exciting, really. Following Connor out the door, the trio looked around the city with its skyscrapers, and the strange new technology. Almost in synch, the three pulled their hoods up. "It truly is different," Altaïr commented, looking at the speed demons zooming down the road of at least 50 mph.

"I don't disagree with you there." Ezio looked around at the strange place. They were given a few strange looks from a few people, but they still blended with the crowd. He wondered what country they were in, because this definitely didn't feel like Florence. Then again, this wasn't his time period. "Something smells, rather good." He thought aloud. The three of them gazed at the city as they walked along, and its awakening of the people.

"It smells like food." Connor commented, taking in the smell as well. Meat was sizzling, and a variety of different foods was being cooked. Although, being the assassins they were, they walked along, past the food. Until-

"Woah, nice cosplay outfits! Are you guys going to comic con as well?" Altaïr stopped, looking at the young man. He was in, his outfit.

"Excuse me, but cosplay?" He asked, confused at the word. What was it? And why was this young man dressed up like him? How does he know who I am?

"Woa, I'm sorry Bud, but Altaïr doesn't sound like that. His accent is more American than Arabic." The impostor said.

"What is this... Comic con?" Connor asked, his brow furrowed in confusion. "And why are you dressed such as Altaïr?"

"You guys are deep into character. Are you LARPing?" He leaned on the fake sword.

Altaïr wasn't about to act all 'modern'. Picking the kid up by his shirt, Altaïr pinned him to a wall. "Who the hell are you, and how do you know my name? How do you know any of us?" He basically growled out, scowling at him.

-meanwhile, back at the apartment-

"Oh shit!" Desmond said. Three of his ancestors was gone, and loose in this city. Two didn't even know what guns were. Slipping on his hoodie, Desmond started heading out.

"Where are you going?" Arno asked, yawning and sitting up.

"Out. Don't follow me. I'm serious. Make sure the others stay. You guys don't know this world." And with that, he started his search.

Then he realized: Comic con was today. And thE templars are about to release the newes assassins creed: origins. But they just released the Altaïr chronicles. Which meant there would be about a million Altaïr's out there. He'd seen gameplay of it, and it wasn't at ALL accurate of what he'd seen in the animus. He was surprised that the templars declared themselves- OH CRAP. People end up cosplaying as the BAD guys. In this case, TEMPLARS. Altaïr, Ezio, nor Connor would hesitate to kill them!

Desmond hurried to find the trio before anything bad would happen.

-mean while, with the assassins-

this kid was seriously getting on Altaïr's nerves. "Tell me. The Truth!" He said, for about the millionth time. He sighed irritated that this kid thought he could keep telling lies.

"I swear! I am! I only know you through the game!"

Ezio groaned. "And here we go into explanation of what a 'videogame' is, in which it sounds so fake. None of what you say makes sense!"

Connor was just so irritated, he was only speaking in his native tounge.

"I swear, I've only heard that fro-" the kid froze. "Wait, you guys are the real deal!? Holy cow no way! I can't believe-"

"Altaïr! There you are!" Desmond came up to the three. "For goodness sake, Ataïr! Put the kid down! He's done nothing to you!"

"Desmond, he knows of the brotherhood. He shan't be trus-"

"that's because it's been exposed, Altaïr. I'll explain everything once we get back. Now come along you three, or I swear I'm going to kick your asses." He crossed his arms. "Honestly, it'd be better if you didn't explore the city. I've a lot of explaining to do."