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One word. 

One word, and everything around Alistair had changed. 

[s]Did he just say 'Shamrock'?[/s] 

As far as waking up in unfamiliar places had gone, this was perhaps one of the more 'unique' results. A byproduct of the destructive lifestyle that Archibald was living recently was that he occasionally found himself in unfamiliar locations, usually with a nasty hangover. Most would say that such things were unbecoming of a man with such a proud, [s]undisclosed[/s] wealthy descent. But most people were not him, and so he did not very much care for how they thought he should act. Living life as a sheltered, but curious boy for all of his childhood had been torture. So he grew up determined to do things he wanted to do, not what he'd been told to do. That kind of life was for other, less-willful people. And perhaps some of this was just to spite his parents, who had treated him more akin to an object than their child. 

But I digress. 

Alistair had listened to the others who decided to speak before ever bothering to do so himself. While he was still but a young adult, from the looks of the rest of the people in the room, he was one of the oldest. Some of the others appeared to be children, even. [s]One was even literally live-action, so he wasn't exactly sure how old she was supposed to be. Neither of the two who had spoke decided to bring her existence up, so perhaps this was a normal thing that he should just ignore.[/s] In situations like these, it would likely be an ideal case to act with a calm mind and confidence, so as to keep others from reaching a state of panic that would cause an incident. Having at least a mild familiarity with their situation, Alistair would be able to keep a cool head and he certainly intended to. Yet, just before he was able to speak to place the group's mind at ease, he glanced down at the very chair he was resting in, noticed the dust upon said chair, and the general vibes one might've gotten from him afterward would, by some, perhaps be considered 'unfriendly'.

[url=https://youtu.be/OaTDv3z5Los?t=1]"The hell is this!?"[/url] he growled as quickly stood up and violently kicked the chair back, probably destrying it in the process. He patted all the ares that came into contact with the chair before going on a rant. [color=c1ba46]"First she kidnaps me... then she threatens me... and now she throws me into this sphincter of a location and gets my clothes dirty... this 'kid' REALLY knows how to try my patience!"[/color] through careful analysis, one could potentially deduce that Alistair was not a happy individual. [color=c1ba46]"Listen well, my fellow victims! I, Alistair Archibald, am usually a benevolent and tolerant man, but there a three things I simply cannot stand: People who order me around, people who insult me, and... people who [s]use black text on this website because its hard to read[/s] stand in my way!"[/color] 

Declaring this, the arrogant man made his way to the exit of the meeting room, forcibly pushing aside anybody who might've been in his way. He did, however, stop before opening the door. [color=c1ba46]"There is no use in speaking about things until we've established where and [i]when[/i] we are."[/color] he told the group. Perhaps others tried arguing this point. But that did not matter. Assuming the door wasn't locked, he pushed it open, revealing the new world they found themselves in.