Things Fall Apart( for bladeinthecrowd)

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It had started a while ago in Gotham. At least for Cedric and Ivy it had. Now dog and owner were separated. Cedric had found his way into the Nexus. For him it wasn't very hard. For a dog he was both fairly smart and held a decent memory. He was looking and sniffing around for someone who he deemed 'nice'.

And of course Altair was nice. He would probably pat Cedric. And notice the fairly fresh blood matted into his upper shoulder and the stains around his muzzle. He had been in a tussle and was seeking attention because right now Ivy was in no shape to stick her nose out and notice he had been beaten up a bit too. After all Cedric would never willingly let any harm come to Ivy. She was the nice lady who fed him and took such good care of him after all.

(( OOC NOTE: This is for future ploty fun times for anyone who happens to be following this. In Gotham that is.))

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"Oh." Ivy was a bit surprised but it wasn't really expessed. Her voice was just pretty much subduded right now.

It was difficult for Ivy to not flinch. But she was sore and the few things that could be called actual wounds were tender. The bruises though were still fairly fresh. "I've been trying to clean up. My hands just aren't so steady right now," Ivy admits while ducking her face away feeling embaressed.

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Altaїr knew the basics to medic care--there were plenty of times where he had to patch himself up after a deadly fight. Modern medicine, however, meant nothing to him. Here though that didn't really matter. What Ivy had lying about was plenty enough, and coincided with what little he knew anyway.

Altaїr glanced around and found the first aid supplies sitting--mostly unused it looked to him--on the counter shelf. He didn't recognize the plumbing system for what it was, naturally, and after gathering a few things in his hands, glanced back down at Ivy. "Where can I get water?" he asked.

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Ivy scoots along the fllor and reaches up without standing to put the stopper in the drain in the sink then switches on the water testing it for a temprature that won't be too hot for her right now.

"Here. Um. Getting water here is much more safer than you'd expect, I suppose. " She moves her hand back down into her lap. Right now she's just going to stay on the floor. It's not uncomfortable.

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Altaїr watches her with half an expression of awe, half of pure curiosity. He's intrigued with the device, and doesn't feel any need to hide it, but he also has a task at hand. As the water fills up in the basin, he wonders if the flow will stop itself. When he doesn't appear this will be the case, he mimics Ivy's actions, at first watching the water flow gain in intensity before reciprocating the movements in the opposite direction and being satisfied with the results.

The Assassin would have preferred cold water, but in the hot land he resided, water was water and it usually didn't come cold (except when taken directly from a very deep well), so he didn't complain. He dipped a cloth in the water and then began his work on Ivy's wounds.

Some time later he finished applying his rudimentary medic skills, and stood back to observe both his work and Ivy's general well being. He cocked his head to the side and mused silently.

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Ivy looks tired. At least her expression reads tired. She was still on edge though and felt like she might jump out of her own skin. The young woman looked restless too. Like she needed to do something with her hands, even if one might not be in the best shape to work with.

"I...need. I need to get out of here." Ivy moved to fetch her cane and slowly got up. It was very likely she was going to go find a place to pace around. Which one she moved past him she did just outside of the bathroom. It was clear she was upset but had no idea how to funnel her feelings.

So she began to almost stomp down the hall way. She could be pretty loud when was upset and in the walls of her own home.She was going to the study because that's where it would be easier for her to get angry in there. The sound proofing was better in that room.

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Altaїr followed the blind lawyer out of the bathroom and down the hall to the study. Again he glanced around curiously as he passed through. He slipped in the room behind Ivy and stood to the side of the door, close to the wall, out of the way. He observed Ivy some time before finally speaking up.

"I need to know what happened." Not 'what happened to you?' or 'I want to know'... but, need to know. He didn't sound particularly pushy in the matter, but the simple wording gave it that feeling despite his neutral tone.

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The room looks comfortable. But a bit stuffy at the same time. It looked like Ivy hadn't added any personal touches of her own. Except for an old coffee mug with day old coffee waiting to be poured out at some points. That and a stack of papers that Ivy almost shoved off her desk while trying to calm down.

"I..." Ivy as a someday-lawyer had noticed what he had said. She rubs one hand over the other then sits down on a couch against the far wall. "Cedric needed to be taken out for a walk. I had walked further than I had intended so I was taking us back. I had the feeling I was being followed. So I stopped near a street light. That's when I was approached. These two men said their boss, the Penguin wanted to see me. That... made no sense. I had been told I was to be left alone. So I told them that. I didn't believe what they said."

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Altaїr listened intently, staring at Ivy with an intensity he used for gathering information about a target. In a way, that was exactly what he was doing. If there was any ulterior motive behind the white-robed man's questions, it was to hunt down and punish those responsible. That made them targets, and that made this information gathering on a whole other level.

He shifted slightly. "The Penguin?" Altaїr had never heard a name quite like that before. He probably wasn't even pronouncing it right, a horrible accent lining his already accented Briton when he tried to new word on his tongue. He didn't know what it meant, if it meant anything. "Who is this 'Penguin' fellow? How, exactly, did his men respond?"

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Ivy wasn't fully aware that he was planning on hunting those responsible for hurting her. She was just willing to talk to Altair about what had happened. It was making her feel better.

"A crime lord. One of several in the city. He was one of the ones who made sure the others left me alone because of the information that was left to me by my Uncle. They...laughed. They said new players were coming into town. So the truce was off. He needed me there and...I tried running. I couldn't let them take me there. Even if the Penguin might not hurt me I can't trust that he won't hurt me if things don't go his way. I can't give him what he wants."