Despite his distinct lack of fighting instincts, when things started attacking Alastair knew one thing - get out of the way. Get underground. Of course, being a ship, there was no ground, but there was something underneath the surface deck and he was going to go into it. Finding a way in wasn't so much an issue; finding his way to a safe space on the other hand...
He wandered for what felt like hours, shying away from any hatch or stairwell opening upwards from which the sounds of battle drifted down. At this rate, if someone caught him and tried to probe him, he would let them, because the alternative seemed to be being ripped to shreds by killer mermaids or whatever those were. At least it didn't take more than an overheard shout from a distance for his power to trigger, making it easy for him to communicate. "Baich'feeuh'gell'epee~!" he called out into the corridors ahead. Even if it was one of the locals, he could beg for someone to protect him.
It only brought him more trouble. Someone found him, all right, but it was someone just as scared as he was, if not more so. The Tirisean raced up to him and grabbed him by the lapels of his coat, clinging to him and babbling in his face. Alastair tried to shove him off to no avail, and then became conscious of what he was rambling about. It wasn't hard for any native to ping Alastair for an Import, but this was a reaction he wasn't expecting. What did he know about that? Alastair gestured to try to calm the crazy fuck down and vaguely agreed to protect him, although how he was going to do that, he didn't know. His Oricalchos cards didn't come with him, he didn't even know if the power worked without them or if anything on this crazy world had a soul he could take. But the guy seemed to think his Import status meant he had a way of saving them, so Alastair shrugged and went for it. He asked where they could go to find a safe hiding place, and followed the Tirisean's lead.
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He wandered for what felt like hours, shying away from any hatch or stairwell opening upwards from which the sounds of battle drifted down. At this rate, if someone caught him and tried to probe him, he would let them, because the alternative seemed to be being ripped to shreds by killer mermaids or whatever those were. At least it didn't take more than an overheard shout from a distance for his power to trigger, making it easy for him to communicate. "Baich'feeuh'gell'epee~!" he called out into the corridors ahead. Even if it was one of the locals, he could beg for someone to protect him.
It only brought him more trouble. Someone found him, all right, but it was someone just as scared as he was, if not more so. The Tirisean raced up to him and grabbed him by the lapels of his coat, clinging to him and babbling in his face. Alastair tried to shove him off to no avail, and then became conscious of what he was rambling about. It wasn't hard for any native to ping Alastair for an Import, but this was a reaction he wasn't expecting. What did he know about that? Alastair gestured to try to calm the crazy fuck down and vaguely agreed to protect him, although how he was going to do that, he didn't know. His Oricalchos cards didn't come with him, he didn't even know if the power worked without them or if anything on this crazy world had a soul he could take. But the guy seemed to think his Import status meant he had a way of saving them, so Alastair shrugged and went for it. He asked where they could go to find a safe hiding place, and followed the Tirisean's lead.