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[adorabastard]

[The man's voice, when he speaks, carries a very distinctive accent. British, maybe? In actuality, it's a ~*Ferelden*~ accent, but hey: easy mistake to make. Furthermore, it's quick and obviously rambling, as though the man is a few shades shy of shrieking screaming in a very manly way.]

No no, this can't be. It was just a pinch, it couldn't have

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[dontfeartheme]

[...all right, given her surroundings, she really shouldn't be surprised at the armor. Or the damn sword.

But considering she's yet to see anyone else dressed like that, she pretty much is. And now she's going to eye him suspiciously.]

Are you one of the staff members I keep hearing about?

[What's her basis for that? ...he looks like he fits in with the whole castle thing more than anyone else. Yup. Definitely more than her, considering she's in jeans and a tanktop.

Also, he's doing some weird chanting shit. That's suspicious, right?]

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[adorabastard]

[He's not the only one receiving a suspicious look. Because seriously, he just read that the world as he knew it never was. Or ... something. He's not entirely clear on that.

[EITHER WAY, now some woman in entirely bizarre attire is asking him a question. Forgive him if he doesn't put his sword away - though he does stop chanting in order to answer.]

No. No, I don't think so. Unless someone made me a staff member and didn't bother telling me. Which honestly wouldn't be the most surprising thing today.

[Yyyyeah, he's still rambling a bit.]

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[dontfeartheme]

[Oh, good. First meetings are always more fun when they're filled with mutual suspicion.]

If you were a staff member here, I think you'd know it. Hard to have a hand in kidnapping a bunch of people from their homes without knowing it, unless you're really damn thick.

[She's still eying the sword, though, although now it's more out of curiosity than suspicion. Because, seriously, who goes around in a suit of armor carrying swords and shit?]

Let me guess. The most surprising thing that's happened to you today involved suddenly not being where ever the hell you'd been a second ago, and waking up in a cell with a note telling you your world's been destroyed.

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[adorabastard]

[The pause before he answers is just a little too long. He's weighing this newest development against ... everything that's happened since he and his companions arrived in Haven. You know: cult, false prophet, Guardian, real prophet's ashes....]

... That's ... pretty high up there, yes.

looks like action up in here :|b

[3wayforjustice]

[Unfortunately for Alistair, someone is on his way back to his room after spending an eventful day trying to locate the magical source of their teleportation.]

[... Needless to say, it was Not Very Effective.]

[Regardless, Anders isn't paying much attention to his surroundings, with his nose, and his hand, buried in a borrowed library book. True to his Circle Roots, he's scribbling madly in the margins of the book.]

[At least it's not Ser Pounce-A-Lot this time.]

mmmm dat action B)

[adorabastard]

[CLANG CLANG CLANG CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK.

[That would be Alistair, hurrying along in his Super Stealthy massive armor. It may or may not sound like more than one man approaching, what with the way the sound is amplified by the walls. Or it might just sound like some obnoxious banging. ~*Who knows*~? Either way, it's coming from somewhere in front of Anders, just beyond a super convenient corner.

[In just a few moments, Alistair will be rounding that very corner, decked out in his damn fine armor, sword and shield in hand.]

all dat action

[3wayforjustice]

[He looks up a split-second before smashing right into Alistair.]

[And his shield.]

[Considering the other man was almost ten years older the last time Anders saw him, it's a little hard to recognize him. What he does recognize, however, is the emblem on that shield.]

[Bad time to be a templar. Even an ex-templar.]

What...? Who-- Who are you!

so delicious

[adorabastard]

[It's a good thing that Anders speaks when he does. Otherwise, Alistair would do exactly as his training dictates, and bash that shield right into him. Which wouldn't be pretty for either of them, really.

[Fortunately, all he does is fall back slightly. Because, come on. The man's asking a question. It'd be rude to just bash him without provocation.]

Me? No one, really. Just a bit lost, is all. Don't worry: I'll let myself out.

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[sayhitobianca]

[Varric recognizes that accent. He also recognizes that chant. He doesn't, however, recognize the voice, which is intriguing.]

Pretty sure the Maker's got nothing to do with this. Either that, or he has a very unexpected sense of humor.

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[adorabastard]

[When Alistair finally gets around to opening his journal again, he stares at the writing that has appeared.

[And stares.

[And stares.

[And stares some more.]

... Waaait, this wasn't here before....

[HOW SUSPICIOUS.]

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[sayhitobianca]

[...and Alistair can't see it, but his response gets a chuckle.]

No, it wasn't. Your observation skills seem to be intact, congratulations.

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[adorabastard]

Oh! So it's a book that listens to what I say. Listens and ... writes back. That's not creepy at all.

[He pauses. A few seconds later, he clears his throat and addresses the book properly.]

HI.

[... Y-yes, he is ... nearly shouting. Gotta make sure the book can hear!]

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[iwannabeadragon]

[Well there's an accent Hawke recognizes, not so much the voice though.]

While you're at it I don't suppose you'd mind asking the Maker where favorite pair of socks went? It's been weeks since I've seen them.

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[adorabastard]

[Aaand now the book's talking. WHY IS THE BOOK TALKING.]

I didn't know that books liked socks. Though I guess you could have a favorite pair of anything, even if you couldn't wear them.

... Unless you can grow little feet or something. You ... can't do that, can you?

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[iwannabeadragon]

[Now Hawke could very easily explain that it's not the book talking to him, but that just wouldn't be any fun.]

Of course I can. I can talk can't I? But I can only do it while you're sleeping. I have to do something besides sitting here and waiting for you to talk to me.

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[adorabastard]

You can? ... Huh. That's a ... rather strange thing to imagine.

[A pause.]

What if I didn't talk to you for a while? Could you do it then?

[aswanbyday]

[Odette hears the clamor and decides to investigate. Moar beasties? If there is, she's pointing her bow at the source. That is until she realizes the source is a...man. Oh. She lowers and tilts her head to the side.]

I did not realize it was you. I'm sorry.

[adorabastard]

[Arrow incoming? Time to raise his shield against it!!

[... Except that an arrow ... isn't incoming. So he just looks a bit silly, standing there with his shield all ready to intercept it. It takes him a couple seconds, but he does eventually lower it. Not completely, of course, but it's no longer in arrow-intercepting position.]

Ah, yes, just me. No one for you to shoot at, really.

And thanks for not shooting, by the way. I do appreciate that.

[aswanbyday]

You're welcome. But you really should be more quiet. Some of the people here aren't as forgiving as I am.

[She smiles and extends a hand, more out of habit than anything.]

I'm Odette.

wow I just ... love typing up half a tag, then forgetting to finish it ;;

[adorabastard]

[The extended hand prompts a bit of juggling, as he puts his sword away (on his back) so that he can actually ... take her hand. Which he does very carefully, thanks to the big armored gloves. Once taken, though, he nods and offers a smile.]

I'm Alistair.

[Why yes, he did just put his sword away in order to be courteous. What of it?]

Sorry about disturbing you. Usually, the places I hurry through are a bit more empty.

[Except for the darkspawn. But he won't mention those.]