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Strange Robings (Closed - Loghain Mac Tir)

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—✕ █ ▌By the time he recovers, he pulls up that ever familiar stoicism that he’s practically known for. The oddities of this city will not bother him or make a fool of him, and in turn, he would not burden others with unnecessary questions. Though it seems as if there would not be much of the latter, for now.

❝Hm, well, I am going to remain a mystery to you, lad, though I find your observations interesting. Figuring out who and what I am, it could be quite the puzzle. It wouldn’t be fair or polite if I didn’t give you my name, however. It is Loghain, and who is this future famous explorer that I speak to?❞

Almost does he smile at the spirited words spoken to him. Reckless and overly idealistic they could be, the redhead is still the recipient of some respect. He has a goal – a decent one – and there isn’t anything wrong about trying to achieve your dreams. As someone born a peasant, Loghain can appreciate that.

❝Ahh, so that’s it. I must confess that those words confounded me when I first arrived, as well.❞ A slight exaggeration, but at least he felt his sympathies. Of course, now would be the difficult part– bearing bad news.

❝We have been… brought here, against our will, on the part of an experiment. A social experiment. Inescapable test subjects we are, forced to live a life in this metropolis, with whatever abilities and weapons you once had stripped from you. Sounds terrible, doesn’t it?❞

That’s an understatement.

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“A puzzle? Hehe - don’t you know that you’re basically throwing down a challenge for me to figure out who you are with those words, chum? Every puzzle has an answer - I’ll find the answer to who you are, too, because I ain’t the type to shy away from a challenge, that’s for sure.” Oh boy. Maybe comparing his mystery to a puzzle around Randall wasn’t exactly the wisest choice to make around this particular individual - but on the bright side, he certainly seemed excited now, at the prospect of yet another mystery to solve in this strange new place.

“Loghain, huh - I’m gonna remember that, solving puzzle can come from even small hints like that! My name’s Randall Ascot - it’s a pleasure ta be properly introduced!” At that, the redhead would offer a (rather dusty) hand in anticipation of a handshake to the other, despite the fact the other had fancy armor and towered over him in height? He didn’t show a shred of fear.

Hey, it was a bit comforting to know he wasn’t the only one to get super confused by those white coats’s long words. To have the truth explained to him in words he could understand, though - his eyes widened, and the smile flickered on his face.

“What...? Haha....that’s a joke, right? No place has absolutely no exits - maybe the exit here’s just a puzzle to solve, too, right...? Then again...ya don’t look like you’re joking...oh man...why the bloody heck would those white coats try and nab me, of all the folk? I mean, if I’d ACTUALLY suceeded and found that awesome treasure that I was headed for before I came here, I’d understand...but...”

Judging from his utterly bewildered tone - with the tiniest bit of shakiness - the reality was setting in. He was still trying his best to be brave, though, which was evident in that he was trying to keep the shakes out of his voice, you had to give him credit for this.

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Sword buddies? (Closed - Galatea)

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It could’ve been solved by merely asking, yes, but that was not how Warriors of her kind do. Some like battles in exchange for information. They were under one hierarchy after all, and no one wanted to be outranked by someone inferior to them, so they have decided that every detail was vital and not one to be shared so easily, despite the fact that they’re all under one command; they all have the very same purpose. She could be blamed for her impulsiveness and she would not concern herself with it. The nun is a blind woman, oftentimes fooled by those who surround her on a daily basis, wanting nothing but to defend herself should harm come.

Still aiming the weapon toward, she cracked a grin. “The human body is delicate. Easily destroyed.” She spun it once, swift as the wind. “A simple strike to the temple with sufficient force may cause unconsciousness,” And she emphasized this by tapping her own temple with the tip. “Or death. Any spot is vital. I don’t think I’d need a proper sword to kill someone.” Not that she would, not that she ever wanted to. “I also don’t think I’d need a weapon in the first place. A hand is just as lethal as any other weapon. One hook punch to the front side of one’s jaw may snap one’s neck.” She’s done with her silly game. She’d already heard what she wanted to hear from him and for that, she found him worthy to be a company.

Covering her head with her hood, the woman smiled, this time without looking like she’s about to kill a man. The wooden sword also left him, and her. There was no need to polish it any further so she dropped it on the ground. “I see, very interesting. Let me get something clear. I am not human like you, just so you know.” There were perks in being human. Still, there was no need to pretend and she’d rather not deceive this person into thinking she’s one. It was best to live life without any form of secrets. “I’m sure I didn’t scare you with what I just did. I may not have the ability to see you, but I just know for certain.”

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Despite the information he’d passed on, the weapon still remained pointed his direction - and his amber gaze followed the movements of the blade very sharply now. Alright, so she might not put the weapon away right away. He still stood steadfast, though - unafraid, though wondering where this lady’s chill was to himself.

“I guess compared to a lot of other species out there, we are pretty lousy at defenses - but the Azrans, an ancient civilization, were much better. There’s heavy evidence through the ruins they had they somehow found the key to everlasting life itself....but something found a way to destroy their entire civilization anyway, so take that with a grain of salt. The whole thriving population - gone like that.”

A snap of his fingers, there. It really is a fascinating mystery to him...to try and figure out what happened to this long-lost civilization. Hopefully the Mask of Chaos he has helps him to find this out.

“I’m kinda rambling, though, but it’s very fascinating! Still, I guess if humans were invincible, that’d take the fun and excitement from explorations a little - what’s life without risk, right? You’re right in saying a fist could hit just as hard as a weapon, but, y’know...unless this place gets really bonkers, I don’t think you’d have to go that far with defending yourself, right?”

Huh, wait...this girl wasn’t human?

“Really? I’ve never met a different kind of species before - how brill! Are you like, a super-powerful alien from a far-off planet who observes Earth or something?!” Your imagination is certainly strong, Randlal...but no. “Nah, I ain’t scared. I mean, I’ve come close to certain danger and death when facing those traps before, you saying truthful statements about humans don’t scare me none. It’s truth, right? Hey, but you can at least say despite us not being physically strong, us humans are very strong in determination!”

Well, Randall probably earnt some points for sheer bravery, at least, there.

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Strange Robings (Closed - Loghain Mac Tir)

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—✕ █ ▌Surprised. Dumbfounded. Perhaps even a little awestruck– Loghain is utterly at a loss. He had assumed that somehow the impossibility of this location would seep through the other’s brain, yet the severity of Hive City remains alien to him. He isn’t particularly distressed by this – though loathes the moment where he must bear the bad news – yet finds it to be another odd and curious moment in his decidedly strange life. For the sake of his sanity, he drops the subject of his armor for a moment.

❝I suppose that is one way to approach things. Personally, I don’t find issue in approaching others and asking questions. It saves me from nasty surprises, and there are plenty of those here.❞ Dear Maker, it is almost like speaking to Cailan again! Cailan. At that thought, he swallows a lump in his throat and forces down his memories. ❝And please, I do not believe you’d bore him – or me with any questions.❞

Surprisingly soothing, though no less stoic in his demeanor, Loghain offers his assistance. Working doubly to not only explain his nature and mask that unpleasant little thought that sprang up unbidden, it is more than a little pleasant at having the subject changed. Even if the lad still doesn’t quite get it, and even if it continues to shed light upon his past, Loghain nearly sighs in relief.

❝That is… not quite correct. Not anymore.❞ His final words trail off before trickling into nothing. First and foremost a political figure, it would be a lie if he said that his heart didn’t belong on the battlefield. And he almost laughs, oh what would this young explorer think if he knew that he’s speaking to the father of Ferelden’s queen? Probably think he’s crazy, to be honest. ❝I still have a need to fight, however, so I keep the armor.❞

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Wow, the armored stranger seemed surprised - in a state of awe, almost! Maybe he found such a point of view new or something of the like? It seemed as if that was the correct line of thought, as the other mused that was one way to approach things: it was a good way to avoid nasty surprises as well! Huzzah, he kinda impressed the guy! Puffing up his chest and looking pleased by this for a few moments, the general excitement of the ginger was quick to rise again at the topic of not being a bore.

“Really? Oh man, I’ll haveta remember to ask any questions that come to my mind when I meet him, too! Thanks for the heads up!” Reasurred by the more soothing tone the other took there, it seemed like the other had been something of a guard figure at one point, but was not any more. However, he still kept the armor due to a need to partake in battle. “Hm hm - okay then. So you’re either a retired solider or had a higher up sort of rank before being dragged here? I guess you’re gonna keep mum about the specifics of that, too, though, if you’re so private about your armor: but that’s cool! A mystery just makes me all the more excited! Man, I wish I had an aura of mystery like that that drew people in.”

He adjusted his glasses in thought, before saying: “One day I’ll be a famous enough explorer to do that, I’m sure! First important task of exploration, though? Is finding out more about this weird place, because I don’t know bugger all right now. Whatever those fancy guys in white coats said was too lengthy and fancy-worded for me to make much sense of it.”

So...to shorten what the ginger had said, he didn’t KNOW why or how he’d gotten here, at all. Oh boy. Talk about the totally wrong time to be innocently oblivious.

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Sword buddies? (Closed - Galatea)

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“Not in the sense that you are expecting,” The woman spoke as she pulled the sword and raised it above her head. She isn’t threatening anyone with the way she held the wooden weapon but she must have come off that way if her expression gives subtle hints of bloodlust. “A sword is a sword. This one used to be thicker than a man’s blood and as silver as a Warrior’s eyes.” Which is no longer applicable to someone like she, who have blinded herself on purpose to conceal the color, and continue to survive in the middle of war.

Odd name to match the odd face ( as if she could see him ) and archae—? The nun shrugged in confusion yet her expression didn’t waver in the slightest. She couldn’t made out what that word exactly meant. As usual, she’d rather pretend she knew of the world and its way of functioning than hurt her pride and ask. The woman was recognized by her inferiors and admirers as someone who knew of everything after all so it would be a bluffing shame if she’s to reveal her ugly flaws ( which is limited in numbers ) quite early.

She had no other choice if she wanted information she would never get in a normal conversation. With that in mind, she secured the position of her fellow and tapped his chin with the ( irritatingly ) less sturdy weapon. “It is Galatea and you will talk about this trap of yours.”

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“Well, even if it wasn’t something of a artifact of a blade, it’s still exciting to learn about the make and uniqueness of different weapons - I can’t help but be draw to them! They’re full of history of the people who own them: you can tell so much about a person just by examining the type of weapons they have: even things about the way they live! It’s just so amazingly fascinating!” It seemed that the ginger was in good company to be so interested of swords, to say the least: the maiden explained a good deal, and he was eagerly hanging onto every word.

Except, he didn’t quite expect for the other to move closer and suddenly raise the weapon in question, tapping his chin in evident readiness to strike if need be. “Woah, woah - jeez, hold your horses there! Is asking about weapons that bad? Look, I don’t mind having a bit of fisticuffs with a fencing match, but it seems in pretty bad taste to do it right now given neither of us even have decent weapons....”

Strange, for someone who just had a weapon lowered into his face, he didn’t seem too afraid - this sort of thing must happen a lot.

“Trap? Look, I didn’t set any traps up here, if that’s what you’re askin’! No, usually, back home - I explore ruins of places lost to time. Grand temples and buildings steeped in history, brimming with human history and amazing discoveries - and treasure!! Of course, places like that don’t give up their history without a fight, so they often have traps set up in those places: those traps being the ones I was saying I set off a lotta the time.”

Adjusting his spectacles, the ginger fellow managed a sheepish grin, despite the wooden item in his face.

“That’s what an archaeologist does - finds things and discovers items related to human history. That’s also why I’m so interested in your sword - an important part of human history is the weapons we use over time, righto?”

Hopefully, this explanation would get her to lower the sword, jeez...if you wanted to ask someone something, fine? Just ask - but don’t shove a bloody sword in their faces, come on.

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Strange Robings (Closed - Loghain Mac Tir)

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—✕ █ ▌❝Discovery?❞ He mumbles in bewilderment to himself. Does this young man sincerely believe him to be some sort of explorer? Oh certainly, those types exist; his Hero had to experience the joys of archaeology first hand when the matter of stopping him came to be. Yet, it seems odd and more than a little insulting to assume that someone would walk around dressed like this without any fighting skills.

Certainly, he is more baffled than angry, so the younger’s words are accepted, albeit begrudgingly. He exhales a breath that he didn’t realise he held, before words desiring to explain themselves take hold. He is careful not to be too telling about himself, but chooses upon a degree of honesty.

❝It is not that spectacular of a discovery, if it could even be called that. Be here long enough and you will realise that.❞

He almost smiles at his suspicions being made correct, though it isn’t a surprise by any stretch of the imagination. He prepares himself for the inevitable reveal of bad news, but it does not yet come. Instead of wondering so much about his current predicament, the boy just answers Loghain’s deductions. The Warden wonders idly if the correct course of action should be to just explain where he’s from, at the risk of sounding like a lunatic to the other gentleman. At first, however, he speaks at ease.

❝I see. Yes, I thought as much. I have a – friend who could tell you stories of the things he’s discovered, I’m sure,❞ Admittedly, his first thought is of the Hero of Ferelden as he knew her, spending so much of her time unearthing discoveries by accident, and of course he thinks again of Daylen Amell. ❝I am not an explorer like you, however–❞

❝I wear this armor because it is a necessity where I am from. I keep it in good shape because it is needed and it has seen many battles because I have.❞

Quietly, he steels himself for any words of incredulity that may be slung in his direction. He is hardly the only individual dressed ‘oddly’ in Hive City, but Loghain being Loghain wonders if this is to be another result of his bad luck.

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“Yeah, discovery! I mean: I haven’t been in this strange place long, but you must be a brave explorer just like me to get rare armor like that, I’m guessing! Explorers fight off lots of traps and bad guys to get rewards, so it’d explain why the armor looks well-worn from battles, too!” Ah....so the boy was guessing the other was an explorer not because of lack of fighting skills or anything, but just because in this day and age, who else would go about wearing things as that?

Well, it was up to the other to decide if he wanted to tell the truth or not, but it may well come as more than a surprise.

“A friend? Heh, thanks for the tip - I’m gonna haveta look them out and ask ‘em a few things, because this place still seems pretty big and confusing to me! Not too much, mind - the excitement in exploring a new place on your own merit, maybe discovering things nobody has found before if you’re lucky. I’m more a guy of words and acting on feelings than sticking around boring anyone with too many questions, hehe!”

That explained why the ginger hadn’t bothered worrying too much about the predicament, too - because he evidently found it as a waste of energy, and that getting to know this strange place and the people in it was a far better use of time.

Randall’s brows rose in evident surprise to hear the other was not an archaeologist, however.

“Oh? So...wait! Ohhh, I get it! You must be like a royal guard to a Queen or King somewhere, like the guys with super fluffy hats in London? Only you wear old-fashioned armor instead of a uniform?”

A swing and miss, there, but you were CLOSE, Randall.

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Sword buddies? (Closed - Galatea)

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          It was risky to come back to the place where she had caused several accidents or fortuity, but her feet had made a companion with the tracks and all she could remember within the back of her mind was the route towards the lone forest of the sector. She was told it would be abandoned at certain hours, leaving no audiences and victims to her blind blows. This time, she made sure it was the case as she did not want to suddenly hit a stranger again over her lack of ocular perception.

          Breathing silently, she felt not a soul around. In this very instance did the Claymore reveal the sword that was hidden beside her leg just moments ago. While it would not be able to cut and slice an intruder or one with intentions as ill as the void, it was sturdy enough to knock some sense. Its harming prowess would be dependent on the arm that was about to wield it. She humbly prayed to the God of Rabona that it wouldn’t be used for another mistake.

          Polishing her instrument with basil leaves she had picked at the side of the tree stump, a call urged her to move her head and follow. Blindness wasn’t a problem. She could hear even the tiniest sway of dried leaves and the trickling of the river from miles away. The nun wouldn’t think she was the subject if not for the obviousness. There was no one else in the vicinity who was carrying a wooden sword!

          Crushing the used leaves with her hand, she cluck her tongue and surmised that her reply was being anticipated. ❝…Hmmm,❞ The woman slipped her sword between her thighs, her nun habit slightly revealing what’s under. ❝I’m not so sure myself.❞ And that was the truth. ❝The talk of the town involves thievery. Taking the guns of policemen, invading the quarters of a blacksmith. You get the picture. As you can see, mine isn’t that fancy.❞

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Aww, so the lady wasn’t sure how to make these wooden swords better, herself? He felt sure she would know - but if she had just been kidnapped (wait...would it be ‘adultnapped’ in this case? She wasn’t a younger person like he was, gosh) and brought here, that made sense. “So, i’m guessin’ you’re just as new to this weirdo experiment as I am, huh? Talk about a rotten bit of luck, but that’s okay.”

Shrugging that off, he shook his head at the suggestion of thievery. “I get into enough trouble setting off ruins traps and the like, I really don’t wanna get into trouble by stealing, too! Besides that, this town’s probably got super powerful people guarding weapons and stuff like that, right? Oh well! Every puzzle has an answer; and I’m sure that I’ll find a solution to this too! Oh, but wait--”

Something occurred to him: in all his enthused energy, he totally hadn’t introduced himself! “I should introduce myself properly to a lady, though, shouldn’t I? Oops! My name’s Randall - Randall Ascot, awesome archaeologist-to-be! Hey, it’s awesome to meet someone who knows about swordplay - yeah, yours ain’t too fancy, I can note that, but it looks like it used to be pretty cool before the scientists made it wooden an’ all that...can I ask what kinda sword it was, or is that prying too much?”

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Strange Robings (Closed - Loghain Mac Tir)

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—✕ █ ▌The bespectacled boy seems lost and somewhat confused, and more than a little odd upstairs. Loghain wonders if he is a new arrival, having not yet understanding the importance of their situation. Not at all an entirely odd presumption, it is better than likening him to a lyrium addled man, at least.

He isn’t sure whether he should feel like he’s been taking too much lyrium or not – not when the young man speaks, that is. Sturdy, light, his armor is indeed comfortable. He plans on investing in the clothes of ‘this day an’ age’ as the lad puts it, but in this moment, protection seems more important than comfort. Perhaps it would be best to blend in? The scientists have provided him with decent wear, at least.

Thoughts are snapped out of when the question is poised. So innocent, yet unintentionally invasive, he has already vowed to keep as much as his past locked up. He has let little things slip by, but the nature of his armor is personal to put it lightly.

❝Where I obtain my clothing is my own business,❞ He is the kind of man who can command the attention of an entire room, and somehow it shows. But, despite his powerful words, he is immediately chastised, quickly holding up a gloved hand in a peaceful gesture. ❝I apologise, but this is a personal matter. I hope you are not offended by my desire to refrain from properly answering.❞

Perhaps now is an opportune moment to be a good man, and inquire what the other knows about their current location. His upbeat personality is refreshing, that is true, but Loghain can’t say that he can imagine the lad living on the streets. A hand extended in good will would dampen his initial sour attitude, he hopes.

❝You are new to this city, I am assuming, else you would not be so interested in my attire, I’m sure.❞

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Ouch - the blunt reply he got from his small inquiry was cold enough to make even his chipper enthusiasm falter a moment, the ginger lad blinking - yet, it only lasted that split second, as Randall’s sheer energy was not one to be dissuaded or doused as simply as that. 

“Alright, alright - if you don’t want other people lessening the awesomeness of your discovery, that’s fine an’ dandy, but ya don’t need to be as blunt as that about it, golly gee!”

It seemed, perhaps, the man felt a little bad for the forthrightness of that statement, however, judging by the speed in which he amicably rose a hand and offered sincere apologies, and hoped he was not offended by the secret he wished to keep.

“Nah, it takes more than that to get a adventurer like me down! I mean, your powerful words did surprise me, but, it’s all hunky-dory now!” Not exactly willing to say to a complete stranger his father had used powerful words much worse than that on a daily basis on him, and that he was more used to it than he wished he was.

Huh, was the fact he was totally new to this place really that obvious, though? Well, to be fair - he had been actively searching for Hershel, so people would have evidently noticed that, even though this place seemed too big to let everyone know of every single new person that was dragged here.

“Yes, I am new to this place - but that’s not the reason I’m so curious. To explain better what I said before - I’m an explorer of ruins and collector of artifacts, so of course interesting armor like that’d catch my eye. Especially when this sort of stuff’s evidently got a lot’a history behind it - I can tell you take care of it really well by the appearance of it, but it’s also seen many a battle - that’s so exciting!!”

Evidently, a young boy who knew a good deal about the ‘artifacts’ he showed curiosity in, and it wasn’t just idle words on his parts when he said he liked them.

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Sword buddies? (Closed - Galatea)

Oh no, oh no!! This was really bad! No, the bad thing wasn’t the fact he still hadn’t found Hershel, because he was still focused on determinedly looking for him and not giving up until he was absolutely blooming sure his chum wasn’t here - the bad thing was, that in his constant searches through this odd city for his buddy, he hadn’t even noticed at first that his favorite fencing rapier had been replaced!

“Jeez, talk about a dodgy business. I can still practice my swordplay to protect my chum with this, yeah: but it’s nowhere near as cool as my real sword.” Lifting the rather pointy piece of wood up, he weighed it in his hands - it definitely wouldn’t cut anything or disarm opponents like a fencing sword might, but it held weight behind it.

It’d probably be heavy enough to bruise or knock somebody out if you SOMEHOW fluked a direct hit to the head, but it seemed pretty lacking in attack power and usefulness. Maybe a fellow sword-player might know how to spice it up and make it just a tiny bit more useful, though? Like, that fancy-looking lady with a larger wooden sword!

Her actual sword musta been pretty spiffing for the wooden version to look that cool!

Waving to the lady, there was a glint of evident excitement and respect on his face.

“Hehe - hey, miss fancy swordslady! Mind giving a guy who doesn’t like these wooden swords the scientists replaced our proper swords with a few pointers on how to improve these rubbish swords, if you can...?”

A hopeful tone in his voice, as he asked that. It would have looked a lot more mature if Randall wasn’t bouncing around on the spot while saying it, though...

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True Time Travel? (Closed - Clive Dove)

Oh man - he’d really been going at this goal of looking for Hershel a while now, hadn’t he? He hadn’t even noticed because of his energy and focus in doing so: but now that he hadn’t found him for a good amount of time it was really starting to sink in. “Man, Hersh - this place is crazy from what I’ve seen so far. These buildings don’t seem to be from any era of structural building that I know of. It’s almost like they’re ‘futuristic’ or something - maybe it’s for the best I haven’t found you yet, huh? Even you’d be pretty shocked in a place like this!”

Yes, he knew Hershel wasn’t there to hear him, but voicing his opinion of the place aloud like he was talking to his best friend made him feel better. 

“Even the people here all dress in a variety of different era styles, it’s all over the place. It’s too early to make any sort of guess to this puzzle, though. Gotta keep at it, I guess: don’t worry, I’ll get to the bottom of this!” Nodding firmly in determination, he stood up from the park bench he’d been sitting at, but it seemed his chatter to himself had been overheard, judging by the fact there was a guy with a blue hat staring at him.

Why was he staring so much? 

“Ey, you look like you’ve seen a ghost! I know my ascot’s pretty cool, but nobody’s admired it THIS much, ehe.”

A little boasting joke, there, to try and shake off the weirdness of being stared at so much.

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Echoes of the Past (Closed -Emmy Altava)

This was getting pretty darn ridiculous at this point: if Hershel had wandered off alone on waking up before he did, that was fine: but he’d wandered a good leg or two of this place at this point. He wouldn’t have gone that far. So - what did that mean? Had the scientists not caught Hershel for this experiment as well? Maybe he HAD gotten away and avoided capture, gone off for help: but Randall shook his head. Man, he wasn’t the type to just sit there and think over things! He’d search his best for his friend: if he couldn’t find him after a while, he’d accept the fact Hersh had escaped.

That was probably better, because then he could warn Angie and Henry about these strange people who nabbed kids for an ‘experiment’ (sounded like something from a horror novel to be honest) too - at the same time, though, Hersh was his best mate. He wanted to be absolutely sure he wasn’t here! Otherwise he’d probably be really nervous on his own, though he knew he could handle himself in a bit of fisticuffs should it come to that.

Hey, maybe that lady with the yellow coat had seen Hershel? For some reason, he felt himself drawn to her. Did he know her from someplace? Nah, he’d remember meeting someone with a coat as bright yellow as THAT, surely! He couldn’t quite shake the strange feeling, though. Huh. Weird.

Ah well, figure that out later. Moseying up to the other, he attempted to wave them down.

“Hey, lady! Gonna stop you in your walk for a minute, if you don’t mind: I’m looking for someone - my best friend. He was with me before I woke up here, but we got separated for some dumb reason - wearing a red vest, has fluffy brown hair, and goes by the name of Hershel Layton? You can’t miss him, that hair’a his stands out pretty easy...”

(Well, that was back before he got the top hat, Randall, unknowingly to you.)

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Strange Robings (Closed - Loghain Mac Tir)

Despite his best of quick searches around the strange door in which he entered this extremely ‘futuristic’ looking city: his best friend who was in the caravan with him to the ruins remains a mystery and quite elusive. Man, this is a right bugger-all - Hersh’s pretty timid, so he wouldn’t have gone that far on his own, he knows that! So why is he having so much trouble relocating him, jeez? Maybe he woke up way before he did in that white room, and already headed off looking for HIM, yeah.

That’s about the only thing that makes sense given how well he knows his best mate, really: but the sheer amount of curious people kind of make the continued search for Hershel a little difficult. Including some guy clanking around in medieval-history era armor, of all things. Man, the detail on the armor is so precise and detailed: that’s definitely no costume, he’s studied archaeology enough to know that.

So, then: where the heck did this guy get stuff like that? Finding a wave of curiosity spike at him, of course, Randall approached the stranger, an excited expression on his face.

“Hey - you got some pretty cool armor there. Sturdy, yet light enough to travel in for the times: but not something the average person would wear in this day an’ age. Maybe I would wear things like that, but I like ancient objects, sooo - where’d you get stuff like that? Did you score it from being super lucky from an archaeology dig or somethin’?”

Not exactly, Randall...

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(( with an intro post people are feel to respond to if they want made, I will also put up a rp ad!! Like this post to thread with Hershel’s ginger ruins buddy - I’ll cap this post at 6 likes, though castmates are exempt from this cap rolls! They probably won’t be event-based tho.

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Not the ruins you’re thinking of (intro)

Okay - when he had earlier been bustling with energy and urging his best buddy and chum Hershel that ‘Unexpected and amazing things lay in store’ in their exploration of the Akdabian ruins, this really wasn’t the sort of ‘unexpected thing’ he had in mind. Jeez, what was this? This place had fancier looking buildings than around his neighborhood - and he lived in a pretty dang fancy part of town. It was like no sort of building style he knew of: more advanced than Azran stuff, even.

He felt kind of excited by that, but at the same time, waking up in some weird place he didn’t know? Yeah, he was sure he’d still been in the caravan taking him and Hersh to the Ruins, what in blazes was going on here? Thinking over what had happened previously, he’d woken up in a white room, and just as he was trying to think this particular ‘puzzle’ of why he was in there over, a strange glowing square flashed to light, a stranger with a particularly fancy-looking white coat began talking.

...What the heck was all this talk about an experiment? It sounded pretty dodgy. Not like he was going to get an answer, the square flickered off before he could even voice a loud objection. Well. This was a right mess, but hey! He and Hersh’d been through worse than this, no biggie. Wait.

Where was Hersh, anyway? He probably went through that big ol’ door there. Opening the door, he’d ended up here. Maybe some passer-by had spotted Hersh when he exited that door: he couldn’t be that far away, he knew his bud too well. He was the quiet, bookish type, didn’t like to get into trouble. 

Approaching the closest passer-by, Randall attempted to wave them down.

“Ey! Eeyy! You haven’t seen a guy around my age, with a brown fluffy afro walk through here, have ya? Wearing a ‘serious, formal’ kinda suit, kinda shy looking....”