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fatherlesskind) wrote in entrancelogs2016-02-12 08:05 pm
You want me to what? BE QUIET? | Open
Who: Alistair (fatherlesskind) and YOU
Where: All around Wonderland
When: February 12th
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Summary: Without so much as a pillow fight to be seen, Alistair has to amuse himself somehow. In a very regal, solemn manner, naturally.
The Story:
A - The woods
From somewhere within the woods this morning comes the unmistakable rattle and crash of metal and wood meeting with force, punctuated by the occasional wordless shout of exertion.
Should anyone go looking for the source, the sounds will lead them to a decent sized clearing among the trees. There, a towering figure in full medieval plate armour batters away with sword and shield at a training dummy, heedless of how much noise he's making or if there's anyone else around to be bothered by it. Both shield and breastplate bear a heraldic griffon, the symbol of the Grey Wardens for those who might recognise it, and those who don't might well remember the large, cheerful man often seen wandering around Wonderland with a similar sword at his hip.
He's so intent on vanquishing his imaginary foe that should anyone approach him his first response will be to turn on them, weapons raised in anticipation of an attack. He lowers both a moment later with a chagrined look. "Sorry. I was- Sorry."
B - The grounds
There's still snow outside.
There's snow outside and, for the moment, no trouble or monsters or anything. No pressing need to be somewhere else or to avoid notice or to maintain appearances or anything.
So later in the day Alistair can be seen disappearing outside to find himself a secluded corner somewhere.
An hour or so later the assault begins. Anyone walking the grounds outside the mansion may find themselves under attack. A snowball to the face or back accompanied by a gleeful shout from the one responsible. He's far from stealthy, dressed in dark colours that stand out against the backdrop of white and feet crunching through the snow as he attempts to sneak up on his victims with an armful of missiles. But he has a good arm and those snowballs can travel a long way. Stand and fight or make a run for it, either way he's not about to let up.
C - The library
[In an unusual turn-up, Alistair is in the library. Reading a book. (Yes, shut up, he knows how to read. And no, the tiny letters don't strain him, thank you.)
He's curled up in a chair, sword on the ground beside him, utterly engrossed in the book he'd found whilst poking around. The cover depicts a red-haired woman in armour, surrounded by foes and wielding a sword and shield. Rather appropriately as the book itself is titled 'Swords & Shields' by one Varric Tethras.
As he reads a bright red flush crawls up his cheeks and he hunches further and further over the open book as if trying to hide it from view. He's so caught up in it he doesn't even notice if there's anyone else in the library.
Turning a page he pauses, eyes going wide.]
Oh. Wow.
D - Other
[Choose your own prompt. Alistair can be found anywhere around Wonderland poking his nose into things and talking a lot.]
[OOC: Prose or brackets, take your pick and I'll match.]
fatherlesskind) and YOUWhere: All around Wonderland
When: February 12th
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Summary: Without so much as a pillow fight to be seen, Alistair has to amuse himself somehow. In a very regal, solemn manner, naturally.
The Story:
A - The woods
From somewhere within the woods this morning comes the unmistakable rattle and crash of metal and wood meeting with force, punctuated by the occasional wordless shout of exertion.
Should anyone go looking for the source, the sounds will lead them to a decent sized clearing among the trees. There, a towering figure in full medieval plate armour batters away with sword and shield at a training dummy, heedless of how much noise he's making or if there's anyone else around to be bothered by it. Both shield and breastplate bear a heraldic griffon, the symbol of the Grey Wardens for those who might recognise it, and those who don't might well remember the large, cheerful man often seen wandering around Wonderland with a similar sword at his hip.
He's so intent on vanquishing his imaginary foe that should anyone approach him his first response will be to turn on them, weapons raised in anticipation of an attack. He lowers both a moment later with a chagrined look. "Sorry. I was- Sorry."
B - The grounds
There's still snow outside.
There's snow outside and, for the moment, no trouble or monsters or anything. No pressing need to be somewhere else or to avoid notice or to maintain appearances or anything.
So later in the day Alistair can be seen disappearing outside to find himself a secluded corner somewhere.
An hour or so later the assault begins. Anyone walking the grounds outside the mansion may find themselves under attack. A snowball to the face or back accompanied by a gleeful shout from the one responsible. He's far from stealthy, dressed in dark colours that stand out against the backdrop of white and feet crunching through the snow as he attempts to sneak up on his victims with an armful of missiles. But he has a good arm and those snowballs can travel a long way. Stand and fight or make a run for it, either way he's not about to let up.
C - The library
[In an unusual turn-up, Alistair is in the library. Reading a book. (Yes, shut up, he knows how to read. And no, the tiny letters don't strain him, thank you.)
He's curled up in a chair, sword on the ground beside him, utterly engrossed in the book he'd found whilst poking around. The cover depicts a red-haired woman in armour, surrounded by foes and wielding a sword and shield. Rather appropriately as the book itself is titled 'Swords & Shields' by one Varric Tethras.
As he reads a bright red flush crawls up his cheeks and he hunches further and further over the open book as if trying to hide it from view. He's so caught up in it he doesn't even notice if there's anyone else in the library.
Turning a page he pauses, eyes going wide.]
Oh. Wow.
D - Other
[Choose your own prompt. Alistair can be found anywhere around Wonderland poking his nose into things and talking a lot.]
[OOC: Prose or brackets, take your pick and I'll match.]
cornFLOWER geez
Of course it's innocent! [He does his best to back his claim up by looking wide-eyed and virtuous but it's a bit of a lost cause, given how obvious he's being.] You say that it's worse than a sappy love story but I find it hard to believe anything could be worse without seeing for myself. That's the only reason.
[No, he's never falling for that. Making a face Alistair tries a different tact.]
Fine, it doesn't matter. Since we're being friends now- [Haha.] Do I get to know your name?
[And hopefully it's not something common that could be in any number of stories.]
don't worry he's just as offended either way
( he doesn't actually have anything against romantic novels, though he's never been one to partake himself. there's something so demeaning about the book he's supposedly from, though, insulting on nearly every facet of his past and his character, he'd read a hundred romances before he touched Peter Pan again.
sadly he knows what Alistair is up to with the inquiry of his name, and it wouldn't help him that much, either. the book is named after the demon, after all, not him. still since his integrity is now on the line, it can't be a shock that he uses his actual name and not his moniker, all things considered. )
Killian Jones. ( he lifts eyebrows expectantly, apparently thinking that a name should bring a name. )
well good, mission accomplished
[Because he's seen both happen. And while it's not because of a book no one needs to know that. Not when he's arguing for the sake of arguing.
And look, he got a name! And it's not really a common name so he should be able to find this terribly offensive book and see how bad it is and how much he can annoy its subject with it. There can't be too many books about a man with a hook for a hand named Killian... Now he just needs to figure out how to find the book in question, without a title or author. Maybe he can dig up some more clues if they keep talking?]
Alistair. From Ferelden.
[He's not expecting Killian to have heard of Ferelden. It seems like no one from outside of Thedas has. But if he knows where the other man is from that might help his quest too.]
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( he would be a great and also a very attractive lady, if it came down to that. no, that would be fine, being a cowardly fool fleeing from the Crocodile and shrieking a trite vendetta against Pan was the problem. it was so superficial and disregarded so much of what had happened, it was incredibly insulting.
the biggest hint is the hook, considering Captain Hook was apparently known as James instead of Killian in the book. again, where had that come from? how could the story be so bloody wrong? )
Alistair, then. ( it's not entirely willful exclusion that Killian doesn't offer where he's from on top of it. he's so old and it's been so long, he doesn't exactly remember the land he was born in. ) Now I did come in here to read, believe it or not, so don't let my presence continue to distract you.
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That's not unique to you. Plenty of people have had that happen.
[They're probably just as unhappy about it as Killian is but, again, not the point.
And he's not getting a place of origin, is he? Fine. He'll do without. Somehow. How many different places besides Thedas can there really be?
Pulling a face at the dismissal Alistair nevertheless turns to leave, book tucked under his arm, muttering just loud enough to be heard-] You're the one who got distracted.
[He likes to get the last word. And the other man had spoken to him first so he's also in the right!]
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still, however curious, he doesn't bite. if he wants to know more later, haha Alistair, he knows your name and can probably find you now. sucks to be you. as it is, he just waves a dismissive hand at the reminder he was the one that got distracted, but you could also call it a wave goodbye if you thought Hook had manners. Alistair probably knows better. )