towerofanimus | In which Alistair is certainly not a master of stealth.

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[ou] romeo

In which Alistair is certainly not a master of stealth.

Characters: Alistair, and the people unfortunate enough to hear him clanging about (ie: It could be you!)
Setting: Floor One, outside room 1-09, or anywhere else you feel like running into him.
Format: Action tags! Or prose. Prose-y action tags?
Summary: Alistair explores and tries to find out what the hell is going on. Also, he thinks he's a prison in Tevinter, so he might be a little jumpy.
Warnings: None. Unless derp isn't your cup of tea.

"These clothes were seriously not made for wearing armor. You can tell they don't have Templars in Tevinter, everything chafes..." Alistair mumbled to himself, rolling his shoulders with a loud clang of metal on metal. Mages, honestly. How did they get by with such light armor? He may have woken up to a bunch of lies and surrounded by strange... things (machines,) but what were they thinking when they left his armor and sword there? They didn't think he'd just stay, did they? Their security was laughable too. So far it looked like no one else in their group had been kidnapped here (and how did they get him so fast? Magic. it had to be magic,) but he wasn't giving up hope.

So now Alistair is walking down a hallway, trying to be 'stealthy,' if you would, and checking rooms to see if any of his friends (or Morrigan) are here. Feel free to pop in! (He'll only be mildly startled.)

(ooc: If you want your character to run into Alistair anywhere else, include the location in the subject :Db)

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Romeo was wandering back to his room when he saw the man looking in rooms. It wasn't the man that caught his attention though, it was what he was wearing. Romeo's mouth fell open, it was like all the fairy tale books Angeletta had ever read him where coming true in this tower.

The thing with knights though (and in Romeo's mind the only people who'd ever wear armour were knights) that sometimes they were bad knights and they had weapons, and sometimes killed people, which was bad. Romeo shrank into the side of the coridoor trying to hide when the man walked past.

Alistair was rather an incompetent knight. Well, he wasn't, but he sure felt like one now. So far he'd wandered this hall rather aimlessly, and either this was the worst prison ever or it wasn't a prison at all. He hadn't seen a single guard, or person for that matter, for quite some time. He was beginning to get a bit bothered by the lights too-- what kind of fire did they use to make it so bright indoors?

Still, he'd been going around in circles and had at least memorized the general layout of the floor at this point. Which is why he noticed when a small child popped up in his peripheral vision, seemingly trying to make himself remain unseen.

Alistair ducked down a bit, knowing he could seem a rather a bit large and intimidating even on his best days. Wouldn't want to scare the child, that's just not right.

"Hello there, are you all right?" He asked in an accent that was distinctly British, though if you asked him, he'd say it was Fereldan. "Are you lost too?"

Romeo flinched a tiny bit when he was spotted but the man sounded nice so Romeo nodded and gave a small smile, "Hello sir, I'm fine and no, I'm not lost, my rooms just over there," he waved his hand in the vague direction, "Are you lost sir?"

"Well, I don't know where I am, so I suppose I must be." He smiled, straightening right up. Crouching in heavy armor was not the easiest task.

"You say you have a room here? Is this some kind of hostel?" It would have to be, to take in kids at least. That's the only thing that made sense.

Romeo smiled again looking up at the man as he stood up. "No, it's a tower. Did you not get a note? The worlds ended? Or maybe ended? Or we were kidnapped? I don't really know. But anyways we can't leave this tower sir."

"I did get a note." He just didn't think it was true. Which it wasn't. Probably. Destroying a whole world? That sort of thing didn't even happen in Chantry tales. "But what do you mean, we can't leave? If it's a tower, it must have an entrance or an exit," Alistair seemed a bit puzzled by this; it seemed a bit like The Circle in Ferelden, but as much as that tower was built to keep people in as much as out, it had it's ins and outs.

Romeo shook his head, "I don't think it does, at least no ones found one yet sir." He smiled again, "Some people go out to wash the windows though, but they go from a window that's really high up!"

"Yes, that doesn't surprise me." Towers and jails don't usually parade their exits where everyone can see. "Dangerous job, that." He commented, going over the rest of those facts in his head. By all accounts, the place sounded like a prison after all. Now what was a kid doing here?

"Mind if I ask you a question?" He shifted his weight, fidgeting a bit. A holding facility without escape was not the kind of place he wanted to be, given what he should be doing and with whom.

Of course, that was all a little too serious for him, so he decided to just ignore all that for now. "Sorry, I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Alistair, of the Grey Wardens."

Romeo nodded, it was dangerous and he was scared for his friends that had to do it. He nodded again at the request for a question and then smiled politely at the introduction. "Hello mister Alistair, I'm Romeo and I was Black Brother but I'm not now I guess because I'm here.

"Uhm, sorry what?" Alistair arched a brow rather pointedly. That bit didn't make much sense. "Do you happen to know why we're here?"

Romeo blinked, "Sorry sir!" He didn't know what had confused the man though, "My names Romeo, and I used to be a Black Brother, which is a group of chimney sweeps, like your Grey Wardens I guess, except your a knight right? Not a chimney sweep!" He hoped that the man wasn't confused anymore because confused adults could get angry.

"No sir, though the people who brought us here said the world ended, and some people think we were kidnapped."

"Ohhh, I see. Chimney sweeps... that's a really good idea." Why hadn't anyone thought of that back in Ferelden? "Yes, that's right. The Grey Wardens are an order of warriors from all the races and nations across Thedas." He smiled at that, even if brought back the memories of their death to think about them; the good memories were still there too.

"Well, you shouldn't always believe the first thing a mysterious, unmarked note tells you. About the world-ending business, anyway." Who would say such a thing and why? To make them complacent? He'd have to mull over it later. "In any case, kidnapping sounds much more likely. Though I suppose it says a lot about our situation, if kidnapping is actually the optimistic choice right now."

"Do you not have chimney sweeps where you come from mister Alistair?" He grinned, he was talking to a real life knight! He nodded, "At least if we got kidnapped then we know it was bad people who took us and we can escape!"

"Well, we have chimneys, certainly, but the people who do usually have their servants try and clean them. Don't think we have a brigade of specialists, or anything that... specialized." He smirked, liking this kid's attitude already. "Right you are. 'Find the bad people, kick their butts, and go home.' Sounds like a good plan to me."

Romeo nodded, "Well the chimney sweeps all work seperatly but adults are too big to climb up chimneys! So they have to buy kids so that we can climb up there, and clean them and so we made a brotherhood to help each other out!" he smiled and his smile grew bigger at the next words.

"Yes sir! Then everybody will be able to go home and be happy!"

"Ohhhh." He didn't have to ask to know the kind of details that went with that. Kids that get bought usually implies urchins on the street. Poor kid, but good on him to be so bright after all that.

"That's the spirit! Now we just have to look around and find those shady folks. You wouldn't happen to have any idea where to start, would you?"

He grinned again, "Well some people came to talk to us and answer questions, and if we could find them again, I think they are the ones who brought us here. But we need to find them first, and some more bits of the tower opened so there's a forest and a big lake with caves now, so there's lots of places for them to hide!"

"A forest and a lake in a tower? You must be pulling my leg." Not that he actually thought the kid was kidding, but Maker, that has to be magic. "Do these people have names? Do you know what country we're in?" Because either Tevinter was moving back to the days of the Imperium or he was not in the known world anymore...

"Nope," Romeo shook his head, "It's the truth sir! There's a maze too..." His smile dropped and he looked frightened for a moment, "But don't go in there sir!"

He thought back to the question session, which had been a long time ago, "I think one of them was called Jason, and I think there was a Zo? And a Riki and someone else who I can't remember!" He shook his head again, "I don't think we're in any country, everyone's from different worlds and I think this is a seperate world somewhere else and there's just this tower and fog everywhere!"

Walking down the hall toward Alistair was a well-dressed man who stopped to look at the Templar quizzically. "I haven't seen you around here before."

Alistair stood rather at attention, caught off-guard by the man's clothing more than anything. He'd never seen anything like it before, though the man showed no hostility... He'd play along for now, albeit eyeing the man with some suspicion.

"Yes, I... just arrived here, I suppose you could say. You wouldn't happen to know where the exit is, would you?"

Shoutarou sighed at the question, one hand dropping to his hip, the other going to his head as he looked down. He pulls his hat down a bit, not really liking being the bearer of bad news, but it comes with the territory.

"I'm afraid there is no exit, much as I'd like for there to be."

He was afraid of that, and while he wasn't too surprised, his shoulders certainly slumped. Seemed like the other people he'd run into so far were just more prisoners, like he was.

"So there's literally none to be found? Just floor after floor of bedrooms? How do they get the food in?"

At least this guy seemed to be taking things better than most.

"How they get the food here, I'm not certain, but there's more than the dormitory floors - there's a library, a lounge, a cafeteria... And some other floors that have opened up recently that I haven't investigated."

"I see... Stuck in a magical tower with all the amenities, minus the Abominations and grouchy Templars. I can live with that." He smirked, it would do until he found an exit, at least. "Do you know if the ground floor's open, then? Has anyone looked for a door?" Or tried making one themselves, as the case may soon be.

Shoutarou gives Alistair a Look™. "Yes, we've looked. We've tried to force our way out - We can't damage the place. Not even the glass would crack in the windows."

"And as far as I can tell, we don't have access to the ground floor."

"Impenetrable walls and even unbreakable glass... Strange, I don't sense any magic..." Because it certainly sounded like magic, it had to be. Alistair looked over, measuring the guy up. He didn't look very strong, but if he and whoever else was here had tried to destroy the place, it wasn't likely that Alistair would fare any better. Which is a shame, finding out he was stuck in another of these Circle-like towers really made him want to break something.

"Are the stairs just blocked off, then?" Alistair doesn't know about elevators, mind you.

"I don't know how to explain it, but yet, there it is." Shoutarou doesn't have much physical strength, no, but that's what transformation devices are for.

"Seems that way - you get to the top or bottom floors we have access to, the stairs end just like a top or ground floor."

"I see... But whoever built this place must have built stairs that actually worked, right?" As to how to get to them... Well, that was the problem, hmm? "You think there's magic at work here?"

"Might be magic, might be technology, might be both." Shoutarou shrugs, then sighs. "Still looking into it..."

With a charming click, the door to Ienzo's shared room opened and a stranger popped his head in. The other two residents didn't seem to be around, so he had occupied himself with reading a book on his bed. Immediately upon hearing the door open, however, his attention was upon the 'intruder' -- and though he didn't say a thing, his ridiculously piercing gaze locked upon the man in armor.

Fair warning: it wasn't going to come off any time soon.

"O-oh! Sorry about that!" Alistair flushed under the intense gaze he was getting, holding the door open to at least make himself seem less suspicious. Goodness, the kid was half his size and already Alistair felt like he'd done something wrong, or like he was some mildly interesting and who'd crossed his path. "My mistake, I'll just... leave you to your reading now..."

Ienzo didn't say anything for a fairly long time, but he kept his gaze on the man who had suddenly popped his head in... and he was making it abundantly clear that he didn't approve of anyone snooping, particularly snooping on him. But when the man made a spluttering attempt to excuse himself now that he'd been caught, Ienzo finally spoke, if at a ridiculously low volume. "...Why were you sneaking around... in the first place...?"

Oh, good. Well at least the child could speak, though Alistair strained to hear him. "I'm taking a look around. That's what one tends to do when one wakes up in a strange place, yes?"

Frowning, Ienzo continued. "...Surely... you must have gathered that this is the dormitory floor...?" No reasonable man would be snooping around in others' personal rooms, obviously. So either this man was very thick or very unreasonable. Or both.

Oh. Well, that made sense. It certainly explained the nice amenities and the 'this doesn't really feel like a prison' vibe.

Alistair laughed, obviously attempting to hide his embarrassment. "Haha, of course. I knew that." He didn't. "I was just, you know, wandering to see if I could meet some of my... er, dorm-mates. Yes."

He didn't have the faintest idea that this was the dormitory floor. It was obvious from the look of dull confusion that the man had given him while trying to figure out what he had just said. (The fact that he stammered even more than Ienzo did was not helping his case.) And the response he gave was just begging for a mildly smart-aleck response.

"...So you decided to get on their good side by barging into every unlocked room you see?"

I just realized.

Alistair and Ienzo are in the same dorm.

Ffffffuuuuuuuuuu

~~Because why the heck not now. NEW TRIBES--~~ The sound of armour clanging with each step was what caught Vietnam's attention. Unusual, she hasn't heard any other do that yet, so she had to investigate. Cautiously, she looked around, and saw a man, and this man was trying to sneak around.

...Alright.

It was her turn to sneak, and so she sneaked after. Fortunately for her, she did a better job at it, and just when he was about to peer into some room, she went up to him--

"What are you looking for?"

"Aaahh!" Alistair cried a less than noble shriek as a voice, a female voice, snuck up behind him. Following his lapse, he turned around instantly, hand at his blade and ready to strike until... until he got a better look at her. She was unarmed and didn't look dangerous (and while he'd known plenty of mages to be like that, he couldn't sense anything, and you always give ladies the benefit of the doubt.)

Drawing his hand away from his blade, he brings the other up to his temple. "Maker, don't scare me like that! I could've hurt you!"

Vietnam raised her eyebrow more than looking at him in surprise, because for someone who looked like a knight, he certainly didn't act like the ones in the stories. However, looks can be deceiving, and maybe he was more skilled than he looked. Raising her hands to show that she was harmless, she gives him a soft laugh, almost awkwardly.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you." Alright, maybe that was only half true, "But, at least you have good reflection?"

"Well, I'd certainly hope so, or I'd be dead long before I got here." With the exception of Zevran, it was actually pretty hard to get one in on Alistair. But hold on a second, her accent was strange. He'd never heard one like that before. "Actually... you sure you don't mean 'reflexes'? That's what you meant, right? Not that I don't have a good reflection either. Mind you, I think it's pretty great."

"Well, that was a possibility...but then those in charge assure us that we are very much alive. I'm not entirely sure how we got here either."

She lightly smacks her head, "That's what I meant! Ahaha, I suppose I still have ways to go." She couldn't help but laugh though, at least he had a lot of energy, being in a strange place and all! "I suppose I can give that to you too, it is better than some people I know."

Vietnam then bows her head slightly, to greet him, after realising that she had not done so (which is rude). "It is nice to meet you, I am Vietnam. What should I call you?"

Iceland stared at this man--why? Well, the stranger appeared to be trying very hard to appear conspicuous. He didn't want to burst any bubbles but sadly, this older looking man was anything but stealthy.

So he approached this person from behind while listlessly chewing on some black salty licorice. "What are... you doing..."

Alistair kept running into people. He wasn't sure why at this point, but he just rolled with it. No one had been hostile so far, and judging by their varied appearances, it was hard to tell who could be dangerous or not. Better to err on the side of optimism though, wouldn't want to be like Morrigan.

So Alistair wasn't surprised (this time) when he turned around and was faced with yet another person he didn't know. What was he eating? Well, nevermind.

"Out for a stroll, as you can see." Didn't mean he had to be sarcastic about it, but you try walking around for hours wearing all this stuff, a man could get tired.

Iceland stared at this odd fellow and then raised an inquisitive brow. Out of all of the people in this building, this metal-clad hairy man would have to be awarded as one of the oddest. He frowned, looking a bit irritated despite feeling slightly embarrassed. "So you were looking for someone?" he inquired flatly before eating another piece of licorice. "You also look like one of England's knights... He shouldn't be far I think."

By the way, he was trying not to be helpful.

"England? I'm afraid he doesn't sound like any Bann or Arl I've ever heard of." Alistair said, matter-of-factly. (That's Duke or Earl, for those of us who don't speak Fereldan.) "But I suppose you could say I'm looking for someone. Anyone familiar, in any case. You wouldn't happen to know if anyone else here is from Ferelden?" Because the folks he'd met so far must be Free Marchers, he's heard they're very varied.

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In which Alistair is certainly not a master of stealth.

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OOC: ...Wait a minute.

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