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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----

[i][color=c1ba46]...What? Why does this feel so familiar? It's almost as if I'd been in this place before...[/color][/i]

This place was odd. It was foreign. It was strange. It was unfamiliar. It was... also familiar. 

A contradiction, and one that Alistair was aware of. Yet, despite being safely able to claim he'd never set foot in this particular place before, he was nagged at by a sense of [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dv13gl0a-FA&ab_channel=Prettyok]deja vu[/url], of a sort of familiarity to the place. And before he even gave an entire sweep of the room, he could predict where certian things were going to be in it. If he wasn't so confident he'd never seen the place before, he would have to wonder if he'd been brought here at some point in his life.

But perhaps worrying about this sensation wasn't to his benefit. There were other matters to attend to. Two, in fact. [color=c1ba46][i]Strange, should there not be more?[/i][/color] Alistair wasn't sure why he thought that, though. [color=c1ba46]"You talk too much."[/color] he commented to the young man who had introduced himself as 'Flame', his tone indicating his growing ire. Alistair began to push himself up from the chair when he noticed that, quite like the rest of the room, the chair he'd found himself on was also dusty. This now meant that his clothes which had come into contact with said chair were also dirtied. One could almost see the veins in his forehead as he bolted up from the chair and gave it a strong kick, sending it flying into the wall behind it. Instead of an angry outburst, however, he did his best to remain calm as he wiped the spots that had been dirtied down, hoping to remove as much dust as possible. He then addressed the young man's question as if nothing had happened.

[color=c1ba46]"As fun as having a chat with some kid sounds, I think I'd much rather prefer finding out where or [i]when[/i] we are."[/color] he bluntly stated, heading towards the nearest door. [color=c1ba46]"You two,"[/color] he glanced at the priest, or at least a guy wearing the getup of one, and continued, [color=c1ba46]"Alistair Archibald is the name. That's all I feel like telling you, even if we all seem to be on the same boat."[/color] he did not wait for their answers, but he did hestitate for the slightest moment at the door. With a strong push, he opened the door that would lead to the outside world. They could follow if they so chose, but it mattered very little to him. He was certainly in no mood to play friends. 

[color=c1ba46][i]The only harem I will be a part of is my own. This 'Talus' be damned![/i][/color]