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[Altaïr looks a great deal more aggravated than usual when he appears on the bracelet, which for him means he wears a mildly perturbed expression. Rather than in A Needle in a Haystack as usual or out on the city streets, the background shows that he stands within the stables. Shaun the pony is watching him with interest.]
If anyone has seen my wife Maria, I would appreciate it if you would let me know immediately.
[His tone of voice doesn't exactly ooze with appreciation, but that's only because he doesn't like having to ask the Travelers at large for help in this private matter. Probably.]
She is not well at the moment, and I—
[At that moment, the tawny head of Lion looks over the stable door, but unlike the rest of his stablemates, Lion appears to be wearing his bridle. His ears are pricked and he looks fairly unperturbed, but then again it's not exactly usual for one of the horses to be tacked up unless they're about to be ridden. Briefly distracted from his public request, Altaïr glances sideways at the horse, then frowns and takes a couple of steps toward it, stiffening as he peers over the top of the door.
[It's a split second later that the heel of someone's hand comes flying towards his face- more specifically, his nose. Altaïr jerks backward to avoid it, but he's not fast enough.]
Maria—!
[Her name is muffled as he stumbles back, swiping at the blood that immediately pours from one nostril. Maria takes advantage of his disorientation as she makes a break for it, vaulting over the stable door as her horse backs away in surprise from the commotion. She's going to do it, sweet freedom awaits!
...except no. Altaïr swiftly recovers himself, then charges after her and tackles her around the waist. She's already struggling as she faceplants into a pile of hay, but he has a few inches and enough weight on her that he's able to pin her easily.
All of this probably made quite an interesting bracelet-perspective show.]
Get off me, ass—
Yes, I know you think I'm an ass. You've made that quite clear. [He shakes his head, then turns back to the bracelet, clearly not at all pleased about what's been displayed.]
Never mind. I will take care of her now.
[...tackling can be part of taking care of a person.]
If anyone has seen my wife Maria, I would appreciate it if you would let me know immediately.
[His tone of voice doesn't exactly ooze with appreciation, but that's only because he doesn't like having to ask the Travelers at large for help in this private matter. Probably.]
She is not well at the moment, and I—
[At that moment, the tawny head of Lion looks over the stable door, but unlike the rest of his stablemates, Lion appears to be wearing his bridle. His ears are pricked and he looks fairly unperturbed, but then again it's not exactly usual for one of the horses to be tacked up unless they're about to be ridden. Briefly distracted from his public request, Altaïr glances sideways at the horse, then frowns and takes a couple of steps toward it, stiffening as he peers over the top of the door.
[It's a split second later that the heel of someone's hand comes flying towards his face- more specifically, his nose. Altaïr jerks backward to avoid it, but he's not fast enough.]
Maria—!
[Her name is muffled as he stumbles back, swiping at the blood that immediately pours from one nostril. Maria takes advantage of his disorientation as she makes a break for it, vaulting over the stable door as her horse backs away in surprise from the commotion. She's going to do it, sweet freedom awaits!
...except no. Altaïr swiftly recovers himself, then charges after her and tackles her around the waist. She's already struggling as she faceplants into a pile of hay, but he has a few inches and enough weight on her that he's able to pin her easily.
All of this probably made quite an interesting bracelet-perspective show.]
Get off me, ass—
Yes, I know you think I'm an ass. You've made that quite clear. [He shakes his head, then turns back to the bracelet, clearly not at all pleased about what's been displayed.]
Never mind. I will take care of her now.
[...tackling can be part of taking care of a person.]
