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Who: Alistair (
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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.]
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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.]
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Forty percent, maybe, on a bad day. But definitely mostly kind to his friends.
... When they're not irritating him.
"You did chase me to, I assume, knock me on my backside again," he supplies helpfully. Alistair's innocence has some holes you could ride an Amaranthine Charger through.
But to exemplify that he's having a sixty percent sort of day, he waves a hand to create a bubble of warmth that will raise the temperature around them. The snowball fight's officially over--that means the magic ban is lifted. The heat spell's not quite quick enough to dry Alistair out completely, but it's a start.
"You've got yourself a deal. That I'm more than happy to help out with."
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Though Anders' magic trick does nothing to make him regret choosing to target the mage. If he hadn't and had gone after someone else then he be stuck shivering all the way back to the mansion. Instead he shoots Anders a grateful smile, relaxing from his huddled posture as he warms up a little. He's still going right back to his room and getting changed but at least the walk back isn't so bad now.
And, look, he has a promised ally for future battles. Let the rest of Wonderland look out! All in all he's calling this a good day as he steps inside the mansion's front door.