Assassin's Creed chatroom9:02 PM- EagleofMasyaf9102 has logged in.9:03 PM- Jerusalem_Rafiq has logged in.EagleofMasyaf9102: greetings, Malik.Jerusalem_Rafiq: sup n00bEagleofMasyaf9102: i didn't know u had internet thereJerusalem_Rafiq: Ya Damascus_Rafiq2 set it up for me. It's in the incense burner.EagleofMasyaf9102: sweet.9:05 PM- AppleLover24 has logged in.AppleLover24: whut r u 2 novices doing online?! EagleofMasyaf9102: discussing important mission details, master.Jerusalem_Rafiq: what r YOU doing online, master?AppleLover24: checking facebook. Jerusalem_Rafiq: o_0 EagleofMasyaf9102: lol AppleLover24: well if u 2 r busy i guess i'll go
Assassin's Creed Chatroom with guest*11:28 pmTreerunningPatriot has logged in. AnimusVictim17 has logged in.TreerunningPatriot: hi desmondAnimusVictim17: hey Connor how r uTreerunningPatriot is typing…*sent at 11:30pmAnimusVictim17: …TreerunningPatriot is typing…*sent at 11:34pmAnimusVictim17: u still there Connor?TreerunningPatriot: things have been very hectic around here but ive still managed to keep up.AnimusVictim17: Hectic? What do you mean?TreerunningPatriot is typing…AnimusVictim17: O y did I askSexyItalian72 has logged in.AnimusVictim17: hey ezioSexyItalian72: omg guys have you heard the news?TreerunningPat
MORE Air Kostantiniyye(Fade in to EZIO and YUSUF sitting at table with headphones. Computer sits on table. EZIO is fiddling with it while YUSUF leans back in his chair. A microphone lies discarded on the table's surface until EZIO picks it up and clears his throat)EZIO(drawl) Good morning, Kostantiniyye. That was quite a ni-YUSUF(interrupts curtly) You pronounced that wrong.EZIO(pauses, seems confused) Prego?YUSUF(rolls eyes and straightens in chair) It's pronounced 'Kostantiniyye'.EZIO(still confused) I know. That's what I said.YUSUF(irritated) Just give me that.(EZIO reluctantly hands the microphone to YUSUF)YUSUF(preppily) Good mor
Nice, dependable Assassins Maria gritted her teeth as another round of drunken laughter shook the small tavern violently. Patience, Maria, patience, she reminded herself reverently. However it seemed the soldiers weren't going to hand her the peace she desired so desperately. "Are you lost, girl?" A skinnier Saracen hiccupped through his mug, voicing his question in wiry, hardly comprehensible English. "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to pick on a lady?" Maria responded coolly from behind her drink as she took a sip, trying her hardest not to give in to the snorts of laughter. "What is you doing in this beit shtiya Yerushalmi, pale girl?" The man contin
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