towerofanimus | 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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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..."

In which Alistair is certainly not a master of stealth.

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