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entrancelogs2016-02-12 08:05 pm
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.]
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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. )