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entrancelogs2016-04-17 07:53 pm
fatherlesskind) wrote in entrancelogs2016-04-17 07:53 pm
Have mercy. Oh, have mercy.
Who: Alistair & Open | Alistair & Robyn
Where: Throughout the mansion
When: April 16th to 20th
Rating: PG-13 to start with, may be upped later
Summary: A Warden and some monsters that spread infection wherever they go. Business as usual really.
The Story:
April 16 to 18: Some people have no sense of personal space
These... things - Infected or whatever they were called - are enough like darkspawn that Alistair can't just hide out somewhere safe and hope everything will be OK. Even without that similarity he wouldn't feel right just sitting back while others might be in danger. Add to that the fact that he's not a hoarder by nature and has only what scraps of food the closet provides? He has no choice but to venture out sooner or later.
The important difference is, unlike darkspawn, he can't sense these. Hence, his current situation.
The deformed faces of the things that had ambushed him loom closer as he struggles to push them both off. His shield is keeping them off him for the moment but, off-balance and pinned against a wall, the weight of his own armour working against him, he can't easily force them back. His sword lays on the ground, just out of reach, where it had fallen when the creatures jumped him.
More worrying than his present situation - which really, he'll have completely in hand in just a second - is the sound of movement coming closer. If more are coming he... could be in trouble. Gritting his teeth he shoves harder against the snarling pair with designs on his nose. He just needs to get free before their friends arrive. If he can please manage that he'll be a good boy from now on and pray every day like he's supposed to. Just so long as he gets to keep his face.
Closed to Robyn: You are not the boss of me. She is.
Wardens on the whole are bad at staying home and avoiding danger. Maybe that's why they all have such shortened lives and it in fact has nothing to do with the taint. It's something to think about. Later. When there's not a pack of the creatures closing in on them with every clumsy step.
They haven't been detected yet but it's surely only a matter of time. Alistair has both sword and shield at the ready, peering around the corner to size up their opponents as they wander about the hall up ahead. Glancing over at Robyn questioningly he tilts his head towards them and asks softly, "Well? What do you think?"
She's by far the stealthier of them and knows what he's capable of while he's never seen her fight. If she thinks they should try to sneak around and avoid a fight then he'll be Mr Stealthy. Or he'll try. He makes no promises of success so if they are sneaking she's going first.
April 19: Nothing like a brush with death to make you... not like death much.
Once he'd recognised the infection for what it was and what it meant there had really only been one choice. He couldn't kill himself and it would be too much to ask anyone he knew to do so for him. Besides, he'd known since shortly after his Joining that sooner or later he'd succumb to the corruption in his veins and would become a monster if he didn't die first. This was just a different kind of monster with a different cause. But his course of action remained the same.
Alistair had shouldered his weapons and set out for the basement, searching out any of the creatures between him and it. If he runs into anyone fighting the things he throws himself into the fray, putting himself between them and danger with a blatant disregard for his own life or safety. On his own he engages the creatures without fear, slamming into one of the blind, deformed ones with a snarl, struggling to drive his blade into it as it forces him back.
(OOC: If he's not killed first Alistair will be turning on the last day so if anyone wants to run into him as one of the Infected feel free to throw something up or prod me for a starter. Prose or brackets are both fine, I'll match format.)
Where: Throughout the mansion
When: April 16th to 20th
Rating: PG-13 to start with, may be upped later
Summary: A Warden and some monsters that spread infection wherever they go. Business as usual really.
The Story:
April 16 to 18: Some people have no sense of personal space
These... things - Infected or whatever they were called - are enough like darkspawn that Alistair can't just hide out somewhere safe and hope everything will be OK. Even without that similarity he wouldn't feel right just sitting back while others might be in danger. Add to that the fact that he's not a hoarder by nature and has only what scraps of food the closet provides? He has no choice but to venture out sooner or later.
The important difference is, unlike darkspawn, he can't sense these. Hence, his current situation.
The deformed faces of the things that had ambushed him loom closer as he struggles to push them both off. His shield is keeping them off him for the moment but, off-balance and pinned against a wall, the weight of his own armour working against him, he can't easily force them back. His sword lays on the ground, just out of reach, where it had fallen when the creatures jumped him.
More worrying than his present situation - which really, he'll have completely in hand in just a second - is the sound of movement coming closer. If more are coming he... could be in trouble. Gritting his teeth he shoves harder against the snarling pair with designs on his nose. He just needs to get free before their friends arrive. If he can please manage that he'll be a good boy from now on and pray every day like he's supposed to. Just so long as he gets to keep his face.
Closed to Robyn: You are not the boss of me. She is.
Wardens on the whole are bad at staying home and avoiding danger. Maybe that's why they all have such shortened lives and it in fact has nothing to do with the taint. It's something to think about. Later. When there's not a pack of the creatures closing in on them with every clumsy step.
They haven't been detected yet but it's surely only a matter of time. Alistair has both sword and shield at the ready, peering around the corner to size up their opponents as they wander about the hall up ahead. Glancing over at Robyn questioningly he tilts his head towards them and asks softly, "Well? What do you think?"
She's by far the stealthier of them and knows what he's capable of while he's never seen her fight. If she thinks they should try to sneak around and avoid a fight then he'll be Mr Stealthy. Or he'll try. He makes no promises of success so if they are sneaking she's going first.
April 19: Nothing like a brush with death to make you... not like death much.
Once he'd recognised the infection for what it was and what it meant there had really only been one choice. He couldn't kill himself and it would be too much to ask anyone he knew to do so for him. Besides, he'd known since shortly after his Joining that sooner or later he'd succumb to the corruption in his veins and would become a monster if he didn't die first. This was just a different kind of monster with a different cause. But his course of action remained the same.
Alistair had shouldered his weapons and set out for the basement, searching out any of the creatures between him and it. If he runs into anyone fighting the things he throws himself into the fray, putting himself between them and danger with a blatant disregard for his own life or safety. On his own he engages the creatures without fear, slamming into one of the blind, deformed ones with a snarl, struggling to drive his blade into it as it forces him back.
(OOC: If he's not killed first Alistair will be turning on the last day so if anyone wants to run into him as one of the Infected feel free to throw something up or prod me for a starter. Prose or brackets are both fine, I'll match format.)
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As they made their way up towards the bar, keeping a cautious ear out for more creatures, Alistair shook his head. "I haven't had a chance to check in with her yet. But I will. And Brennan too. I don't like to overplay the damsel in distress card." And he would rather not get himself into a similar position again in case this time he didn't get a heroic rescuer dashing in.
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"You make such a good damsel though. There was a lot of distress going on." She smirked at him. "I was very impressed."
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Pausing at the top of one flight of stairs, Alistair peered down the hallway where he thought he'd seen movement. After a moment he shrugged it off, turning his attention back to Isabela and grinning in return. "I do my best. But that was just for you. I don't accept rescues from just anyone."
Thank you for being so quick! You're the best <3
"So if I wasn't someone you like you'd have just let them eat your face off?" Her tone is skeptical as she looks passed him down the stairs. It's eerily quiet in the mansion, which makes sense but it also puts her ok edge. "Up?" She gestures to the ascending stairs.
no worries, glad to help!
"I might have. I'm very picky." No, he doesn't expect her to believe that. "But it's nice to know you care." Nodding Alistair follows her up the stairs in the direction of the bar and the safe zone. It will be good to see who's there, if there's anyone else he knows besides the people Isabela mentioned. There are other safe spots so if he doesn't see someone it won't mean the worst, especially given how bad a lot of people from Thedas are at staying safe, but it will give him an idea of who he might want to keep an eye out for when he's back out here.
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She raises her eyebrow at his statement that she cares. So maybe she does, but she's never going to openly admit that. "I figured if I let you die someone might frown upon it and I really didn't want a lecture." She shot him a smirk as she began climbing the stairs.
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"Please. You'd miss me if I were gone." Who wouldn't? He's impossible not to like. "It's alright, I won't tell." Her secret is safe with him. At least until he wants something.