Scene #4102: Fashion Assassin

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Nasrin	It rarely rains in the region where Alamut is, but sometimes between the dry, dusty snows and the hot winds from the desert -- it /pours/. THe rain cascades from the sky, its cloak dark and threatening, pierced with strikes of lightning that illuminate the stone fortress. Inside, in the main hall, Nasrin was waiting, her 'mini-me' Zain at her side, peering through the open door at the rain.
Sakura Kinomoto	Sakura has, for several years now, stopped thinking of weather as something random to be endured, but as something to be perfected and 'fixed'. Tomoeda very rarely has terrible storms nowadays, always has at least a few days of snow over the winter holidays, always seems to be bright and sunny whenever Sakura's class goes on a field trip... Really, the power might be going to her head. Today, however, she's not messing with it. She's well aware places like this need storms like this! So she's just using her magic to make sure none of the rain actually hits HER. As such, she arrives at Alamut with a hemispherical yellow dome hovering above her head. Cheater.
Nasrin	Cheater, indeed. NAsrin had been ready to take a wet jacket at the door, but she gives an amused look, her lips curling into a sidelong, crooked smile before she waves to Sakura. "Safety and peace, sister." she greets her, pushing the door open a little more as she calls into the storm. "I hope your journey from Tomoeda was... uneventful?"
Sakura Kinomoto	Sakura raises a hand in greeting. "Nasriin! Safety and peace~" She's all smiles! Still that bubbly Sakura Nasrin first met years ago - or at least, the bubbly front Sakura has been putting up for some years now. "Nothing happened! Just looots of exercise. I didn't want to draw too much attention so I decided not to fly." She looks up at the sky. "REALLY glad I didn't." And then, she dispels the Shield above her head - and ends up with a sheet of water splashing down atop herself, apparently suspended by the barrier. Whoops.
Nasrin	Nasrin's eyebrows wave, and as Sakura comes in out of the rain, she'd find a soft, fluffy towel dropped over her head from above. While Nasrin works the huge door closed, Zain peers down from his perch, catlike. His head tilts, his dark eyes and straight-set mouth giving a vauge sense of curiosity and mild disapproval. Nasrin manages to get the door closed. and shakes off the rain from her hair a moment. "Can we get you anything to drink?" Nasrin asks politely, her lips pursing a moment.
Sakura Kinomoto	Sakura takes the towel sheepishly, and tries to get herself as dry as she reasonably can given the circumstances. Her jacket is peeled off, leaving her in just her t-shirt and jeans. She's been wearing that style of trousers a lot lately. Growing up? "Oh, a drink would be lovely! If it's not too much trouble." Zain is given a curious glance for a moment, before Sakura turns back to Nasrin.
Nasrin	"I will go -- Zain. Please bring her to Laila." she states, and she goes to walk by before she looks back up at Zain. "And no, you cannot." she states, pointing a finger at him before she walks off. Zain, ten years old, peers down from where he was clinging to the stone work and follows Nasrin with his eyes, before he looks back to Sakura. "THis way." he states, his voice a little scratchy before he just scrables, side-long a balcony, more than five meters in the air, unpeturbed by the height or danger!
Sakura Kinomoto	Sakura looks oblivious. "..Hweh? No he may not what?" She blinks as she watches Zain just sramble off, before following after him! Taking the stairs like a normal person, assuming there are any. "You've gotten better!" she happily compliments Zain as she follows along behind him. Probably a bit slower than him, due to actually using the floor.
Nasrin	There are stairs -- there are even some people who are not assassins who live here. Zain hops across a hallway, his clothes catching the wind before he hops down, and swings down a little rope to the floor. "Thank you, Sakura." he states, stiffly, trailing slightly so she can catch up. The ten-year old knocks on a door, and then pushes it open. The hinges give a squeal. In spite of the cold and damp outside, this room is warm and dry. Here, there are colorful bolts of cloth set up on racks, a rainbow of threads. Flowers growing in pots and a work bench. In an embroidery hoop, someone was working on a colorful stitched image. THere is also a small stereo here, and the following music is being played: https://youtu.be/FOyuZXUkawg
Sakura Kinomoto	"Shitsurei shimasu~!" Sakura calls pleasantly at the door to the room, peeking inside. Off come her shoes before she steps in. "Oh!" she gasps a bit as she hears the music, and giggles. "Wow, it's still such a surprise to randomly seen off-world technology in places..."
Nasrin	"Mm? Oh! You're not being rude!" Leila states. The younger girl straightens up a few things, throwing the hoop under something else and peering behind Sakura, as if to make sure someone else wasn't with them. She relaxes a moment, reaches up and turns down the stereo. "Nasrin kind of frowns on gaming items like... like gameboys. And television, but she does not mind the stereo as long as the music is..." Leila pauses, glances up, and gives a shrug. "Unoffensive?" she offers, and then motions Sakura in. "So, Nasrin let me know you were considering getting a new robe! /Exciting/! Did Baba-- did Altair give you a sash?
Sakura Kinomoto	"Maan. Really? I play videogames all the -time-..." Pause. "Well, actually, a lot less than I used to, but..." She rubs the back of her head. "One day I'm dragging Nasrin to a video arcade, I swear." She then brightens a bit more. "Yes! He basically gave me the whole outfit. Uh. In pink, at first, but then he took me seriously and gave it to me in the proper colours..."
Nasrin	"That may be you, but she feels it is more important to practice our physical skills and sharpen our minds before we play video games..." Leila begins, then quietly leans forward "... but Nasrin doesn't even feel the need to find a boyfriend or a husband. She said she is married to her blade." she replies, conspiritally, then takes out a measuring tape, shakes it out, and hops to her feet to pull Sakura over. "And then I say to her she has not had time to find the right one, but she thinks she'll always be unlucky in love because everyone she likes dies. Which is unfortunate, actually..." Leila narrows her eyes a moment, "... given her profession." she states, and points at a low, wide stool. "Stand here." she bosses. Zain is curiously poking through an assortment of needles, knives, scissors and sheers.
Sakura Kinomoto	Sakura lets the little seamstress manhandle her as much as needed! She's totally used to this by now. Her best friend has been using her as a dress up doll since they were both younger than Zain! "She might find a girlfriend or wife instead, you know. Not that I think she's like that, but... you never know!" she says conversationally. "That is kinda sad she thinks that way though..."
Nasrin	Leila glances at Sakura oddly. "No, that's not right." Leila states, and she begins to measure Sakura. "Nasrin hates most women. She thinks they're petty, and vain. One of the first things she taught me in Al Masr was that beauty can be a weapon, but if you are only beautiful, you are... are hallow." she struggles to remember, "... like a rotten palm. And when a strong wind hits you -- crack! Down you go." she explains, smacking her hand together in demonstration. "Al Mualim preferred white robes. Nasrin likes gray. Ezio has done black and Ratonhnaton had blue in his. What colors do you like, Sakura?" Leila questions.
Sakura Kinomoto	Sakura frowns a bit. "Huh. My mother was a model... she was best at being pretty. I mean, she could... play the piano and cook, as well. But still, I don't think 'being pretty' as your major... trait is really a bad thing? The world needs beauty." She hmms. "Umm. Well. My favourite colour is pink, but... pink. I also like yellow and green, though..."
Nasrin	"As a trait, perhaps. As your only trait?" Nasrin's voice comes, and she slips into the room, handing Sakura a hot cup of some fragrant, sweet-smelling tea. "Mmn." Nasrin gives a quiet sound of disapproval, and takes a seat nearby, sipping on what is definately coffee. "Pink is a fine color for accent, on a hood! It is masculine, the color of a dawn after a night of warfare." "Mmn. Pink is a girl's color in Sakura's time, Leila." Nasrin replies, leaning back. Zain hops on top of a chair, and perches like a bird, watching the girls. "It is?! Is blue the boy's color then? Is that why--" she pauses, purses her lips and gives a 'humph'... and begins to scribble down measurements.
Sakura Kinomoto	"..I guess pink -is- a shade of red, isn't it?" She doesn't startle or flinch at all as Nasrin enters. Almost like she was expecting it! She greets Nasrin with a warm smile as she's given the tea, blowing carefully before taking a sip. "I also like pink because, well..." With a flick of her fingers, she produces one of her Cards. And with a wave of her hand... cherry blossoms appear, following the arc of her hand. "Cherry blossoms were my mother's favourite flower, and they're pink~"
Nasrin	"IS that why you're named after them?" Leila inquires, curiously, her dark brown eyes going wide a moment as she gives a smile, scribbling down a few more notes, and then a quick design. She taps her chin with her pencil, and then makes a few alterations and notes in Arabic. ... but watches in fascination as Sakura's petals follow her, her head tilting a moment. "Interesting!" she states enthusiastically, and reaches out to try and pluck a few from the air.
Sakura Kinomoto	The flower petals are real, physical flower petals! And, in fact, after a few moments, they suddenly seem to realise that gravity is a thing, and flutter to the floor. "Yep! That's exactly it. Well, and also because both my parents were named after flowers... eheh. It's kinda a theme." She sips at her tea, and tries to peek over Leila's shoulder to see her sketch.
Nasrin	The sketch is stylized, but the measurements appear to be true. It shows a hood, with the blooddrop symbol of their order on it, with very sketchy designs of flowers and vines through-out, greenery encircling the straight lines of the hood. "My name means 'Night', Zain means 'Beautiful', and a nasrin is a kind of wild rose. It's why she has flowers on her bracers, but she won't tell anyone." she states, and teasingly looks over to her older sister, who is... leaning l ightly back against a bolt of cloth, nodding off.
Sakura Kinomoto	Sakura nods her head. "Flower names are the best names. General plant names are a close second~" She sticks her tongue out and turns toward Nasrin... and notices she's nodding off. Huh! Well then. "...Thank you for doing this, by the way. I know practising on hew models is an important part of, you know, perfecting your craft, but..." Smile~
Nasrin	"You are part of the Brotherhood." Leila replies, and she gives a smile up to Sakura, her tone a little quieter. Zain pokes Nasrin, and then gives a nod to Leila -- looks like Nas is out. "... so if you want new cloak, you get a new cloak. Easy enough! Besides, a little work and one of the spares will do just fine." she states, pullingout a slightly off-white robe from a pile. She sets the point of the hood in a square, and begins to draw out her threads, chosing a happy spring-time green, a black for the drop, and an assortment of pinks and whites. "Besides, some of the men in the brotherhood are all 'hrummph you are a girl you do the girl work', but what happens when they need stitches in their skins? Or dyes for their hair and beards? They come to the one who knows how to do it with the least amount of pain!" she states, and she settles in, perched like a bird alight on a stool. "... nevermind that I'm better at poisons."
Sakura Kinomoto	Sakura sighs a bit. In relief? "I don't usually -feel- like I am though." She gives a little smile. "But that's part of that self-pity I need to stop doing." The girl sits down on the floor, legs crossed into an easy lotus as she continues to sip at her tea. "I'm better at the, you know, fighting part. And the running and the jumping, because I'm a Kinomoto." She smiles. "I think it's probably better to be good at making people better than making them ill, but. You know."
Nasrin	"... oh, no... it's..." Leila looks embarrassed a moment, and helplessly looks over to Zain, who comes off his own perch (he'd moved to a shelf), and plops himself right down next to Sakura. He purses his lips, and looks up at her without any sort of pretense in his face. "We kill people. Leila prefers to do it gently. Nasrin does it outright. Imal likes to do it through finances and law. We work in the dark to serve the light." "... I think that's the most I've heard you say, at once, /ever/ Zain." Leila states. Zain gives a quiet glare to his 'sister', and pulls his hood up and over his messy hair.
Sakura Kinomoto	Sakura nods her head a bit. "Oh. I know that part, don't... worry about that. I once threw a bomb at a crazed murderer hard enough to kill him before it exploded... But. I believe in doing good in the world in more constructive ways -too-. You know? I think it's important."
Nasrin	"That is the work of politicians, and the people who work in the light to serve the light. Good hearted people who... don't really have what it takes to be an Assassin.... like my twin brother, Khopfi. Khopfi..." Leila trails off. And Zain goes, and pokes Nasrin's knee again. "Are you really sleeping, or just not interested in being a good host?" he asks the sleeping Nasrin. LEila gives a small smile. "Khopfi never wanted to hurt anyone. He didn't like using swords. He doesn't like poisons or even being around needles. He wants to be a doctor... so Nasrin arranged for a family in the Union to adopt him, like she did the other orphans when we first came to Alamut. So now he's in a regular school. I write to him sometimes. He has a dog -- a dog! -- and plays football. Futbol. Football? The one with the white and black ball, not the hand-egg ball thing." she gives a slight smile. "He wants to be a... pe-dee-ah-tric surgeon."
Sakura Kinomoto	Sakura chews her lip a bit. "...You don't think I'm just... playing at this, do you? I want to help the world in any way I can, no matter what it takes. But I like... being in the light, too. You know?" She can't help but laugh a bit. "My magic is 'the soft light that shines in the darkness', after all."
Nasrin	"If you were playing at being an Assassin, either Altair or Ezio would have asked you to leave." Leila pointed out. "THey won't ask you to risk your life if you don't want to be here... it's why my brother left, with Nasrin's blessing." Leila points out, and her fingers fly, embroidering on the hood, pushing through with a bit of wooden thimble. "But you bring something to the brotherhood, which is why you are here, yes? Right!"
Sakura Kinomoto	Sakura has finished her tea! So her hands are just in her lap. "I suppose. I should probably help out the Brotherhood more than I do, honestly. Obviously my work for the Union usually furthers the Brotherhood's goals because, obviously, but like. Do you know if there's anything you guys need help with I might be good for?"
Nasrin	"To be honest... between leaders, we'll be a little... unbusy." Leila admits, rising to take the empty cup from Sakura and put it to a side table. "So I wouldn't worry about helping us, for now -- but if I, or Imal or Zain need you, I will contact you directly." she gives an easy smile.
Sakura Kinomoto	Sakura nods her head, giving a thumbs up. "Good to know. I'll hold you to that! If I find out you needed help but didn't ask me I will be very cross~"
Nasrin	"Luckily we're very good at hiding." Leila replies playfully. Zain rolls his eyes, and leans back against the wall, watching Leila with mild interest.