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Inevitability is a word many almost seem to treat as taboo, as there aren't enough people who can simply face the fact that they aren't able to change everything. Or at the very least, they aren't able to admit it, despite knowing in their mind it is the true all the same. Of course, Alistair Archibald is not one such person. You see, for him, Inevitability was one of his favorite words. Because the young Archibald was not like all the other riff-raff that stumbled from their day-to-day interactions with no clue. No, he was so much better than that. A man who could stand above the others and laugh at the helplessness they so desperately tried to conceal. 

Because for Alistair Archibald, the word "inevitability" was always a good thing. It described him, after all. The fact that he would become the best at whatever he decided to do was "inevitable". The fact that he was destined for greatness was "inevitable". But the most important inevitability was that this house was going to be clean when Alistair Archibald had finished with it. 

Yes, it would have only been a matter of time...

But the word "inevitable" never did imply any sort of haste. Only that things were guaranteed. 

So while Alistair Archibald was indeed a bit upset with the sudden commotion that started while he was so expertly cleaning up the house, he knew that regardless of what happened, it would inevitably get done. Still, there was yelling and whatnot. It was probably serious enough he should go check it out, especially since he was requested by name. 

[i][color=c1ba46]Attacked? We're being attacked now? How bothersome. This can't be some dumb coincidence, either.[/color][/i]

Alistair arrived with Fritzi, to a scene he wasn't quite expecting when he chose to go help other clean. In fact, you could say he was trying to avoid it. Seeing Aerith wounded, and also taking notice of what Fritzi said about Hiro, it was only made more apparent that this was some planned attack. 

[i][color=c1ba46]Damnit, is it impossible to play it safe here?[/color][/i]

He was more annoyed than anything. While one could not say Alistair had any strong personal attachment towards anybody here, he still felt a smaller bond towards those who came from his own world. And for people to so blatantly attack them in broad daylight, that was unforgivable. The audacity of these assholes would not go unpunished, once he was in a state he could deliver it. 

Gritting his teeth in frustration, the young man kneeled next to Aerith and looked her over. Not being a doctor, Alistair had limited experience in treating wounds. But the place the knife had struck did stand out. [color=c1ba46]"I certainly can't call myself a doctor, but keeping pressure on that wound is probably the best move you can do until we see someone who is,"[/color] he told Aerith, standing up as Fritzi quickly ducked behind the house. [color=c1ba46]"Try not to move too much, until we're ready."[/color]

Getting up, Alistair made his way towards the injured Hiro. He had been told to douse Hiro in water, but the burns looked rather severe. Again, he was not a medical professional, but something did not sound right. He could've sworn he heard that such an action was not ideal in the treatment of the individual suffering huge burns and he didn't want to be the reason this young man died if he could help it. [color=c1ba46]"I think you're going to just have to suffer for a while, I'm afraid there is nothing we can do yet,"[/color] he told the young man despite it appearing that he wasn't conscious. 

So for now, Alistair awaited Fritzi.