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Posts by ALISTAIR THEIRIN.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]" Oh, you're from BoneClan? " Morrigan was from BoneClan, too. The spritely leopard made his way over and offered Tauriel a friendly, albeit dorky, smile, nodding his head once. " I'm Alistair. Are those gifts? "
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]Following the three females, Alistair settled down and looked to Alanthéa with curious eyes, his head tilted and a small smile playing on his lips.
/rushed af
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]Alistair narrowed his eyes at the hostility, and he turned to face the female after Tauriel. " Hey, look, BoneClan are our allies, and people make mistakes. There are always going to be awkward cruelties from time to time, but blaming an entire group is just wrong. " he stated firmly, pressing his lips together and then turning back to smile at the gift-bearing leader.
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even if he's an ex-Templar and she's a demoness!! want a thread?& also i'll reply to those two threads tomorrow as it's crazy-late and im super tired
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also yes jms are the best
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]Perhaps Alistair's first, real wake-up call to the harsh reality of life was the day he was sent to the monastery, sold to the Templars to join the army of holy warriors commanded by the Chantry, demanded to catch rogue mages and drink liquid magic in order to stop magic from touching him. Of course, drinking liquid magic and doing any actual rogue mage-catching did require him to have completed his training, though, yet even before the training, he had felt a bitterness, living in that monastery. He had been unhappy, and he'd thought it unfair that he'd been sent away simply because of his adopted father's wife's jealousy, and so had turned his adopted father away, believing it was all his fault.
But he had found safety in the training, and had been so, painfully close to taking his vows and receiving that first draught of liquid magic, of Lyrium, when he bitterly twisted his fate in a series of duels that lead to a Grey Warden rescuing him from his unhappy fate as a Templar. Becoming a Grey Warden had been a good choice, and he'd revelled in it, in fighting the Blight, in assisting kill the archdemon, even if it had brought about the death of his recruiter, Duncan, an almost second father to him, as well. Now, though, the Wardens had turned against him, and he was counted as a criminal for speaking out against illegal practises of magic, hunted down for Warden-Commander Clarel.
The leopard was safe in SunClan, though, or so he hoped, and he found he liked his temporary home. Like Steve, he was out at the border, though he was scouting for potential joiners, rather than enemies (even if they did linger at the back of his mind), and instead came across the canine; he slowed to a steady walk as Steve came into view, blinking hazel optics at him. " Oh, hello, " he greeted, voice awkward but friendly, and he managed a smile, nodding his head.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]Alistair had been a little nervous at first, too, surrounded by all the people, but he'd eventually relaxed into SunClan, and felt quite happy, now. The male enjoyed the atmosphere, and found himself comfortable even when swamped by other members whilst going about his daily business — it was nice, predictable, friendly. He was wandering around almost absentmindedly when he came across Pastel, and turned his body to approach her, nodding his head. " Hello, Pastel, " he greeted, plucking her name from memory and smiling.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]On hearing Seafoam's announcement, Alistair paled.
BoneClan was where Morrigan was, and he'd spent the time knowing the group was an ally and feeling comfortable with the knowledge that should he want to, he could pop in and annoy her whenever he wanted. He wasn't sure what neutrals were, but they were definitely less than allies, and the fact that it was Tauriel's behaviour that had knocked them down a notch, he was very worried.
" What does being neutral entail? " he asked as he neared, frowning.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]" Ah, thank you, " Alistair nodded to Blacklight, before gathering up the bucket in his paws and basically aiming to throw it in the female's eyes. " Here, eyes open and keep them open! " he advised.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]Judging by Steve's thoughts, he knew Alistair way better than Alistair knew him; he was often pretty oblivious to the subtle ticks offered by people's behaviours unless they were cues that forewarned an attack, and so at best guessed that the higher-ranking male was feeling pretty sad. It was a fairly obvious deduction, really, but Alistair was not the most insightful of people when it came to emotions. After living in an isolated environment for so long, specifically aiming to keep away from people so as to reduce the risk of the Wardens finding him, he had lost even more of his social skills and cue-spotting abilities.
" Oh, uh, of course! Nothing like walking, " the leopard agreed in a semi-jovial tone, pivoting on his heel so that he was now facing the same direction as Steve. " And that is true, unless one of those pairs of eyes can't see, and then perhaps it's better to just have the one. Not that I'm claiming either of us are blind! It's ... it was just a ... an observation. " a pretty ridiculous one, but Alistair was often prone to odd thoughts and ramblings. Having lived in a cave in isolation for a month, he'd grown used to letting his mouth run and listening to himself just so that he didn't go mad due to the silence.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]Alright, so picking up on cues wasn't his strength, and he was generally only best at spotting the shifts that preceded a murder attempt, but if he didn't recognise confusion on another's face - confusion being his primary emotion - he was fucked. " It's Alistair, by the way. I can't remember if I ever introduced myself to you. Settling in well? "
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]Spin the bottle? Alistair remembered playing that as a Templar recruit, and boy, had it been awkward, considering the monastery had been exclusively boys. Most of them had been drunk, despite the whole ' holy warriors ' thing, and despite the ' underage ' thing, but Alistair had been straight-up sober and only participating because of peer pressure.
Yeah. That had been weird. He'd been sat with his body huddled the entire time, looking completely and utterly out of place, but he'd survived it. Was he ready to attempt it again? Definitely not, but he was there anyway, for some absurd reason he couldn't quite decipher himself. Alistair took an awkward seat beside Cain as these thoughts hurtled through his head, looking only mildly uncomfortable.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]" Well, that's a nice name, " Alistair decided to say with a smile, though he had no idea how he was meant to pronounce it. " I'm Alistair. Welcome to SunClan. "
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]Alistair had waded through thick snow many times before, and it did not get any less fun. Despite now being a "serious Warden criminal, chased down by the order for the highest treason!", Alistair was really a kid at heart, and though he occasionally tried to cover that up, it was clear, at this current moment, that in reality, he was a man child.
The golden leopard bounded through the town, looking like a kid in a candy store, already covered in snow due to rolling around in it earlier. Stripped of his weapons, he looked like a regular animal enjoying the winter weather. He was honestly happy and running on a high, unlike Kate, who seemed rather serene — he saw her as he bounded round a corner and came to a halt, realising he was out in public.
" Hey, " greeted Alistair, shaking himself out and awkwardly marching over. " Enjoying the snow? "
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++ sure! he'd definitely be like
" what are y ou do i n ng don't eat peo ple "who makes?
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]( can we start a club of people who can't play females please )
Was this the bear cub that had joined earlier, the one with the remarkable name? He was certain she had been a — well, a she, but reminded himself that not everybody remained in bodies of the same sex, and knew that he wasn't really meant to intrude, as curious as he was. " Hello, again. " he greeted the new male with a smile. " A bit chilly, isn't it? " not that he minded; he'd been frolicking in the snow like a child, earlier.
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