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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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

In which Alistair is certainly not a master of stealth.

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OOC: ...Wait a minute.