In which Alistair is certainly not a master of stealth.

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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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"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!"

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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?"

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"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."

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"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?"