Alistair (![]() ![]() @ 2012-03-30 19:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | {alistair, {robin hood |
CHARACTERS: Robin Hood & Alistair
WHEN: Friday afternoon
LOCATION: The Chance Car
WARNINGS/RATING: Simulated violence via swordplay? Either way, none likely.
SUMMARY: Bored men with swords
STATUS: Private, ongoing
Carrying Starfang, his shield and his armour (should he and Robin feel the need to get complicated), Alistair waved happily to Meredith on his way out, heading towards the back of the train, more specifically to the Chance Car. Having found and used a perfect room with Marian when she showed him a couple of basics on the bow and arrow while he showed her his dragonbone armour, he intended on finding that exact same one again for the swordplay with Robin. Might as well, right? It offered a bit of room and seemed to be made for that very purpose!
Plus... he didn't like the thought of leaving the train again. It was miserable outside. The lack of people and all the disease, it unsettled him. Sure, he'd taken the vaccine and made a fool himself in front of Meredith because the thought of needles being used for that sort of thing terrified him, but that didn't change the fact that others in this world had the sickness and it was killing them off, one by one. There was also the possibility of the train leaving soon, and he didn't want to be outside when that happened. No harm in being safe rather than sorry.
Leaning his things up against the wall, Alistair began the amusing process of opening and closing the door until he found the room he was looking for. While chewing on a piece of liquorice that he'd plucked from the bag he'd been saving since New York City, sometimes he found himself laughing or staring confusedly at the rooms he was finding. One seemed to be a library, which was rather curious, another had a small pool in it and many elaborate tiles, while another still seemed to be nothing but a large, cedar closet. It was still so very bizarre to see magic such as this. If this was magic, at least. The train still seemed magical, and yet he was told it was technological, like their phones.
Upon finally finding the room he was looking for, he pushed the door open wide and headed in, setting his stuff down and finding something with which to prop the door so Robin could easily join him. They could close the door afterwards if they didn't wish to be disturbed, but for now he wanted to spare the other man the pain of finding this place again should the door close behind him. Upon finding a small wooden block to do the trick, he propped the door somewhat open and picked up his sword to begin practising a few basic moves he remembered from those old training sessions with the Templars.
It was all very boring and not at all useful in a real fight, but it was as good a way to warm up as any, and Alistair didn't mind taking the time to enjoy the few moments of peace, remembering those simpler, yet insurmountably unhappier days. Before learning of his origins, before Duncan, before the Blight... my how much had changed in so short a time.