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Discussion in 'Residences' started by Haytham Kenway, Jul 11, 2018.

  1. Haytham Kenway

    Haytham Kenway Assassin's Creed

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    Bodygaurd//Templar
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    52
    June 5th-Year 7
    @Nynaeve al'Meara

    After the overwhelming disaster of the Witch and her compatriot, and with the seeming reports of likewise evil!Twins disappearing, Haytham found himself in the pressing need to reorientation himself with the happenings of his own organization. The Templars were not doing as well as when they had first appeared in Pandora. Many of the original members such as Darth Vader had abandoned their government positions. Dawn Bellwhether and Claude Frollo remained, but they seemed discombobulated by the position of power. With other members questioning their own membership, Haytham had to discover something big to keep them interested. And he quite thought he had….

    Deep in the caverns of Morhall was rumored to be a fountain of intense magical power. Haytham honestly imagined more of a hydraulic electricity, or some kind of healing magic. And when they arrived and began setting up shop to investigate the oddly beautiful marble fountain in the middle of a cavern, they were expecting several days…. Perhaps months of study. Already his mages could tell the fountain contained a lot of magical energy.

    Except that with Templar’s poking their nose into something there was automatically going to be assassin involvement as well.

    The group of hooded miscreants did in fact put Haytham off guard, a congratulations in order for Auditore’s training though they did not quite prepare well enough. The fight that followed had Haytham getting the scientists and research mages to safety, as his men engaged in a firefight with the enemy. As such: there were many who fled, many who died… leaving Haytham with fighting two assassins alone, exhaustion creeping, on the edge of the marble fountain in question.

    He stabbed on through with his sword, a feat he was about to celebrate, when the other assassin grabbed him in an effort to put him off balance. To say it worked put it mildly….

    Splash. In the three went: corpse, Templar, and assassin. Into water so cold it was like a punch in the gut.

    Haytham didn’t stay in there long. He abandoned his sword in the corpse, kicked the assassin in the head, and leapt out of the water as soon as possible.

    He stayed there on the edge of the fountain for a moment, hidden blade withdrawn, waiting for the assassin to leap out. He didn’t. And so the Templar sighed in relief, picking up his hat which had thankfully fallen off on the dry side, placing it on his belt so his drying hair wouldn’t be mussed with, and went to make his way out of the cavern.

    The water itself left Haytham feeling…. Refreshed. Energized. He climbed out of the cavern into the daylight with a lot more vigor than usual. And he called his men to tell them to regroup. He himself would go to Nynaeve. Maybe dry off, engage her in some conversation about the fountain in question.

    Haytham was so concerned with that he hadn’t noticed the cooing sound of a baby exiting fifteen minutes after him: crawling out and dwarfed in the clothes of an assassin…..

    Haytham meanwhile, fast forwarding hours later, was feeling better than he’d felt since Nynaeve had healed that old injury in his side. He’d bloody jogged to the teleportation station in Morhall. Jogged… and he didn’t feel even the slightest bit winded. He wondered if this was an effect of the fountain. Some kind of energizing solution of sorts. He’d have to mention it to Nynaeve.

    He teleported to Misty Hollow, the now again safe residence of human denizens. And then made his way to Nynaeve’s home proper. The two were…. Well courting was the official term. With all the emotions from the Witch and the horror of the broken barrier: Nynaeve seemed ready enough to choose him. Something he’d not question, but let evolve as it went.

    They were developed enough that he had a key to her apartment, and was welcome in any time. Because well….. he practically had a bed there to sleep in.

    He unlocked the door, placing his still-dry hat on the hat stand near the door and kicking off his slightly muddy boots from where the water of the fountain mixed with the dirt of the cavern. ”Lord what a day.” He stated as he took off his light summer cloak and entered the living room to shoot Nynaeve a grin. His own mental image of himself was someone still slightly dripping from the fountain, the sun only slightly evaporating his clothes on the trip here. His hair still had a sheen of water. ”Don’t suppose you have a towel?....”
     
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  2. Nynaeve al'Meara

    Nynaeve al'Meara The Wheel of Time

    Posts:
    267
    Occupation:
    Healer / Head of the Medical Centre
    Race:
    Human - Aes Sedai
    Age:
    27
    Alignment:
    Lawful Good


    Nynaeve was in desperate need of some relaxation, after everything she'd been through in the past months. Between the doppelganger business and the town's barrier falling, Nynaeve had had no time to herself to even really wrap her head around everything. She'd had no time at all to enjoy anything, or take more than the barest scant moments to herself. When she wasn't working herself to the bone at the clinic, she was helping to take care of Rand and Elayne's children, especially now when poor Matrim was suffering so from the dissolution of his Warder bonds.

    She wished she could help him with that more than she had been trying. He seemed to have escaped the murderous rage and desire to get himself killed to avenge the woman he'd killed despite his hatred of her, thanks to Egwene quickly re-bonding him, but he was still... not the same. Matrim was a frustrating young man there was no doubt about it, but seeing him so different and unlike himself hurt Nynaeve to watch. She'd Delved him, to see if she could somehow Heal him, but aside from his changes in personality, he was healthy as a horse. Frustrating. The most she'd been able to do was provide him with some herbs to help him sleep and try and keep him a little calmer.

    With all of her working and then taking care of children when she wasn't at the clinic, it seemed to her like she hardly got any time at all to see Haytham, which... well, she wished she could take some time to relax and get to spend a bit of time to actually enjoy being with him. The Light only knew that currently, she was constantly so tired that she could barely provide him with much conversation at all whenever he dropped by before she needed to retire to bed. It felt to her like she was just kept from spending much time with him since she had made her decision to move past her love for Lan. If he wasn't recovering, she was working, and if she wasn't working, she was babysitting, and if she wasn't babysitting, he was working.

    She'd given him a key so that he could come around whenever he was free, though most times she wasn't even in the house at all, working until obscene hours of the night thanks to the barrier being down and so many people being injured or brought down will illnesses of strange supernatural origin. Still, it was nice sometimes coming home to him waiting for her with a cup of tea.

    That day, she'd managed to get off work early, but she was so exhausted that she'd ended up dozing in her chair in front of the cold hearth, head lolled back, mouth open, book open on her chest where she'd dropped it. The sound of the key in the lock made her jerk awake with a grunt, blearily opening her eyes to see Haytham come through the doorway into the living room.

    Except... it wasn't Haytham at all. Still groggy from having only just woken up from her nap, Nynaeve only noticed the different face without taking into account the parts of it that were the same only younger... nor did she notice that he was wearing the same clothes Haytham wore. She yelled, jumping out of her chair and almost falling over it in her half-asleep attempt to circle around behind it and put it between her and this strange man, all while throwing her book at him.

    "Who are you?" she demanded, hands gripping the back of her armchair so tightly her fingertips turned white. As her vision became less groggily blurry, she started to notice the clothes, and the familiarity of the face amidst the differences. She opened her mouth in confusion, frowning.


     
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  3. Haytham Kenway

    Haytham Kenway Assassin's Creed

    Posts:
    214
    Occupation:
    Bodygaurd//Templar
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    52
    He expected something of Nynaeve grumbling about him ruining her nap. He’d maybe tease and ask if he could join her for a cuddle on the couch, let her get frazzled. They’d relax, drink tea, likely one of them would fall asleep before night fell. In this case: Nynaeve considering how bloody energized he was even now. Felt like he could climb a mountain and still have the energy to get back down.

    Haytham was sad to say they hadn’t had a lot of time to talk. To decompress from the events of last season. There was much Haytham wanted to say, to discuss, if they were truly becoming something of a serious couple. But still he hesitated: his heart not quite into causing more drama just as some drama ended. He wasn’t sure how prepared Nynaeve was to learn what he’d done in the name of the Templar Order in his youth. Or if he was even prepared to reveal it.

    He’d become so entrenched in secrets and treachery he didn’t know how to dig himself out.

    In any case: he was looking forward to some nice and relaxing weeks. Maybe finally take her on her very-belated birthday gift to ride horses. That seemed quite worth it, at least to him.

    Still, as he stood there, still sopping wet from the mystery fountain, he felt his smile disappear as she scrambled out of her seat like she’d just seen a ghost. ”…. Nynaeve-“ He tried to soothe, carefully dodging the book she threw with her hand, even as she scrambled away, the item landing open faced at the floor at his socked feet.

    He wasn’t surprised at the response. After all: they’d both been through hell not a few weeks before this. It was his fault for expecting her to get over the trauma and to not show any signs of it, foolish even. He himself would have the same reaction if he was awoken so abruptly. Carefully he held up his hands, a look of concern on his face.

    ”…. Easy, my darling.” He soothed, venturing a grin in attempt to make the scene more lighthearted, ”I’d hate to go through all that nonsense last month only to be killed via paper cuts, Nynaeve.” He teased, hoping the lighthearted banter would make her more at east. His usual wit should be just as familiar as his face….. as far as he was aware that is.
     
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  4. Nynaeve al'Meara

    Nynaeve al'Meara The Wheel of Time

    Posts:
    267
    Occupation:
    Healer / Head of the Medical Centre
    Race:
    Human - Aes Sedai
    Age:
    27
    Alignment:
    Lawful Good


    The confusion was evident on Nynaeve's face as she peered at the man from her place behind the chair. Now that her vision was clearing, she noted the clothes he was wearing - sopping wet for some reason despite the day having been perfectly dry - and how they were exactly the same style as the clothes that Haytham preferred to wear. And the face... If she looked closely enough she could see a very familiar man looking back at her through concerned blue eyes, but this man looked to be a good twenty or more years younger.

    Her mouth fell open in an expression of almost comical befuddlement and indignation when he proceeded to call her his darling, and before her temper could rise and she could skin him with the rough side of her tongue for being so presumptuous with a complete stranger whose house he'd just nonchalantly walked into - with a... key? - he continued on, and that expression of bewilderment only deepened.

    That the young man knew her name was no surprise. She was the Head of the clinic in the town, after all. But the mention of the 'nonsense' from the previous month... that brought her up short. No one knew about that except Haytham, Mat, Egwene and Perrin, and only Haytham out of all of them knew every detail due to his own involvement with her evil twin. She had not wanted to disturb the other three with details of torture, after all, despite Egwene and Mat apparently having dealt with some of their own at the hands of Semirhage. Just because they had experience was no reason to tell them terrible things. Less reason, in fact. She hardly wanted to bring up memories.

    Either way, only Haytham knew everything of what had happened last month, and the month before. And while this man was much younger than Haytham, he spoke with the same voice, in the same teasing manner. And the eyes... Realising she had been standing there gawping with a mouth open like a beached fish for several long moments, Nynaeve circled back around the chair, moving closer to the man to get a better look. Not too close, of course, but close enough.

    Yes, despite the way he looked at and spoke to her, and referenced things only Haytham knew, this man was a good two decades younger than Haytham, with an unlined face and a fall of thick dark hair without the slightest hint of grey. At first glance, nothing more than a stranger who bore an unusual resemblance to Haytham. If not for his familiarity with her, she might have wondered if this was a son of his, because that would make perfect sense. Except the way that he had spoken to her of things only Haytham knew exactly and the way that he had called her my darling... That spoke of only one explanation that didn't make a single lick of sense and she felt like an utter ninny for even considering it, but even still, she had to know...

    "Haytham?" The name left her lips in a soft, questioning tone, her confusion evident in both syllables. Although he looked more like a son than the man himself, young as he was, the eyes looking down at her were very much familiar. "Is that... really you? What in the Light happened to you?"


     
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  5. Haytham Kenway

    Haytham Kenway Assassin's Creed

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    Occupation:
    Bodygaurd//Templar
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    52
    Nynaeve looked almost comically confused at his very presence, to the point where he’d make some kind of jib at her gaping mouth about it catching flies. But the fact that she was so confused was infectious. Why should she be so confused? Unless she was still recovering from the accidental fright he’d given her that had awakened her from her dozing. But if she was awake enough to throw things, she was awake enough to surely recognize that he was no stranger, correct?

    Even more curious: she ventured around the chair but instead of getting too close she seemed to hesitate. As if he was some kind of growling animal that had entered her home that she was to be wary of. ”Oh come now: I don’t even get a cuddle for my awful day?” He teased, opening his very wet arms. He may look young, but the shine in his blue eyes was still as mischievous as ever. Indeed if she choose that moment to run into his arms she’d be far more damp than she had been starting off.

    His arms dropped when she asked his name, smile turning into a frown. ”Well of course. Last I checked: Haytham Kenway at your service, dear lady.” There was hardly more than him wandering about. Unless he had some kind of infernal twin but…. The twin phenomenon, like most phenomenon, disappeared at the changing of the season to summer. He shouldn’t have to worry about that dreadful oddity again.

    He looked down at himself as she asked what happened to him, expecting to see some kind of purple splotches on his hands or some awful growth that she was staring at. Nothing but his wet clothes. ”Fell into a fountain.” He stated, looking back up with an eyebrow raised, ”Well… pushed more like. Now I am in desperate need of a towel, so if I could borrow one.” He stated with a particular emphasis.

    Her staring still made him feel uneasy, and it showed as he found himself awkwardly standing there under her confused and baffled scrutiny. He hesitated and touched his own cheek, breathing a sigh when all he felt was the Kenway cheekbones at first touch. Nothing in his mind was out of the ordinary.

    ”….. Nynaeve is this some kind of jest? What in the world has gotten into you?” He asked, letting his hand fall. It wasn’t like Nynaeve to jest often, the woman was the epitome of seriousness. Which was of course why this event had him so on edge.
     
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  6. Nynaeve al'Meara

    Nynaeve al'Meara The Wheel of Time

    Posts:
    267
    Occupation:
    Healer / Head of the Medical Centre
    Race:
    Human - Aes Sedai
    Age:
    27
    Alignment:
    Lawful Good


    This was all very confusing. He claimed to be Haytham, which would have really been a ridiculous lie to try and tell her when this man was so much younger. So ridiculous in fact that she couldn't really see it being a lie at all. But if this really was Haytham, then how...? Nynaeve knew of no magic that could make someone younger!

    Fell into a fountain. Well, that explained the wet clothes. "A... magical fountain, by any chance?" she asked. Not that she'd heard of a fountain that could change someone's age, but water seemed capable of holding many magical properties. There'd been the wishing waters that had reportedly disappeared a few months ago, after all. And she remembered the Eye of the World, too... only too vividly, though she didn't quite know if that had had any water in it at all or if it had simply just been pure saidin. The shudder that ran down her back at the thought came before she could suppress it.

    When he touched his face and then asked if she was jesting, looking and sounding quite uneasy as though he really had no idea why she was so confused, Nynaeve frowned at him. Did he really not even know...?

    Shaking her head, unable to stop herself wondering just how something like this could happen without him noticing, Nynaeve reached out and - now reasonably certain this was Haytham despite the bizarre circumstances - took his hand, and then pulled him over to stand in front of the silver-worked mirror that hung above the hearth. She didn't say anything, because what was there to say? He'd see for himself.


     
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  7. Haytham Kenway

    Haytham Kenway Assassin's Creed

    Posts:
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    Occupation:
    Bodygaurd//Templar
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    52
    The oddness of Nynaeve was eerie enough within it’s own right. In a way that was actually starting to bother the Templar slightly. Nynaeve was not one for jests. In fact her ability for actual humor equaled exactly zero, especially in these kinds of situations. So the fact that the woman acted as if there was indeed something wrong put Haytham on a bit of an edge. Especially as he touched his own face and saw nothing wrong with what his fingers told him. His face was there, he wasn’t experiencing any pain. Far from it: he felt energized and ready to go.

    He paused as she questioned the fountain’s properties. ”That….. was why I was there to research it, yes.” He admitted, ”We heard of it’s magical properties and went in for research. Assassins attacked. I ended up in the water.” He declined to mention that a corpse and another assassin went in with him. No need to make her even more upset: he knew already that she disliked the more bodyguard aspects of the Templars. Despite the self defense ‘it was me or him’ aspects.

    ”…… why, Nynaeve?” He asked, voice an octave lower than usual. Quiet concern as to why she was asking about the fountain being magic. Just what had the water done to him.

    She took him by the hand, pulling him towards a mirror she had in her place. And he found out rather quickly why she was so alarmed when he walked through the door. He stared for a moment….. realizing he was staring at a version of himself he hadn’t seen for thirty years of his life.

    ”Bloody hell!” He yelped, hands going to his face. Sure enough, now that his fingers knew what to look for, his skin was soft and void of hardened lines. His hair was back to it’s fluffy dark brown: not one grey hair nor white to be seen. He’d turned young.

    He turned to Nynaeve, alarm in his blue eyes. Most old men would be thrilled to suddenly become in their prime. But at the moment he could feel only horror. Any magic was potentially dangerous, and the topics in his head had him slowly deaging like a strange case of Benjamin Button until he was nothing. Or worse: hyper accelerating his age until he went far past the fifty mark and ended a skeleton.

    He wanted to ask Nynaeve what the hell happened, but what had happened was clear. The fountain had deaging properties. Essentially: it was a fountain of youth. ”Nynaeve…. Would you mind terribly delving me and… seeing what the hell is going on?” His voice was tight, he was trying so very terribly not to explode in horror. Control meant he wouldn’t panic. Hopefully Nynaeve would honor his request and at least see if there was anything the fountain did that was damaging.
     
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  8. Nynaeve al'Meara

    Nynaeve al'Meara The Wheel of Time

    Posts:
    267
    Occupation:
    Healer / Head of the Medical Centre
    Race:
    Human - Aes Sedai
    Age:
    27
    Alignment:
    Lawful Good


    Her lips pressed together into a thin line when he mentioned assassins, but for once she didn't say anything, more preoccupied by the fact that he had somehow lost a good twenty or thirty years off his appearance - and didn't seem in the slightest aware of it.

    When she pulled him in front of the mirror, his reaction might have been comical if not for the sheer gravity of the situation. Because he was not the only one who wondered at the consequences of magical water that caused one to decrease in age. What would be the effects of such a transformation? Was his mind affected? Was he a man around her age in mind as well as appearance or was he now a young man with the mind of a much older one? Would either or both continue to deteriorate?

    Needless to say she didn't take much convincing to Delve him, because she was... admittedly quite eager to take a look and see what was going on. The medical professional in her wanted to document everything, because she had never seen a case of someone's age going backwards instead of forwards. She tried to curb her interest, however, for the sake of his clear discomfort about the entire situation.

    Weaving the flows for Delving, she reached up and placed her fingers gently on either side of his temple, brushing aside hair that was so much darker and richer than she had become accustomed to, and her eyes settled on his, seeing half-through him as she settled the weaves into him, silent for some time as she let them do their work and examined what she could tell.

    "You're healthy," she said, thoughtfulness in her tone as she continued Delving. "As healthy as can be, actually. There's nothing about your physiology that's currently changing or deteriorating. You're perfectly normal." Her gaze focused on him then as she dismissed the weave. Before she pulled her hands away from his temples, she brushed her fingertips gently and fondly down his left cheek as she looked over his face. Now that it seemed like he was in no danger from magical consequences, she could take more time to take a more... personal interest in this new appearance of his. She smiled. "Aside from somehow being younger, of course."


     
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