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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Altaїr paced around the room as he looked it over. He peered out the window curiously for a moment, accessing its usefulness. Indeed he was pleased with the window's view and, more importantly, its accessibility and placement--the garden was secluded but could get him off the premises easily enough. It was only when he turned to face the bed that he truly paused.

The Assassin gazed intently at the young dog taking up residence on the bed. Altaїr did not approve. He turned to Ivy. "Get rid of it."

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The pup wiggled in anticipation of something. Ivy frowned slightly then moved over to the bed and held out her hand.

"Come," she ordered the puppy. When he came over and nosed her hand Ivy scooped the puppy up. She makes a face when the young dog insists on climbing up to her shoulder almost and licking at her jaw.

"Alright, you. You're coming with me," she says in an amused tone. The puppy seems pleased by this but still peers over Ivy's arm at Altair as Ivy starts for the door way towards the end of the hall way. It isn't too far away. So Altair will have a good chance of hearing Ivy during the night.

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"Thank you," the Assassin's words follow her out. He had no problem with dogs, but there was a limit to his patience. And puppies tended to try it entirely too quickly, much less dogs not properly trained.

Altaїr walks to the door as Ivy's form disappears around the corner. He peers outside, down the hall, to watch where Ivy goes then, nodding with satisfaction, slides back into his own room. He leaves the door with a slit so he can hear the rest of the house, quickly preparing for sleep and heading for bed shortly after.