[ Anduin wakes up slowly despite the urgency of the voice he'd just heard, taking his time to come around to the fact he's not where he ought to be. It had only been moments ago he'd been in Stormwind, discussing Old Gods with his advisors before hearing a voice, but that didn't explain why he was suddenly in a comfortable bed staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. Anduin reigns in the momentary panic at the thought that this could be an Old God's interference, opting to simply take a breath and try to think this through rationally as he makes a move, sitting on the edge of his bed. Common sense and strategy would dictate at least looking around before causing a scene, to gather what intel he could so making the right decision would come more naturally.
That and the whole place is quiet, it almost feels serene with the way the sunlight filters through the window and that alone is worlds apart from his own home. Even the pyjamas he's wearing are comfortable but also fit as if made specifically for him. Opening the wardrobe shows more outfits, all ones Anduin are unfamiliar with in terms of style yet a glance tells the young King that each one would have no problems in fitting.
Soon enough he's wandering into the kitchen, having managed to slip in to a pair of trousers and a shirt. Anduin feels underdressed but there's nothing more than these, no robes or suits of armour to be donning and a cursory glance around the kitchen lets him know that the strangeness doesn't stop. He can even hear a strange noise coming from the other room, letting him know that there are only so many days until Halloween!]
Hello? Is anyone here?
[ It's better to just speak out loud, to find out just whose abode he's found himself in. If someone else is around then they may just have the answers, that and the idea he's completely alone in whatever bizarre thing is happening is a little unnerving. That is, until, he sees the pictures and the handwritten notes on the fridge. He's in those pictures, there's no mistaking his own face and long blond hair! But even more startling is the fact the writing is his own, instantly recognisable! the sense of strangeness only serves to dig it's claws in all the more and now the sense of panic is starting to make itself known.]
Anyone? What is this place?
(Party Cheese Salad) [ Anduin still isn't sure what's going on. He had been hoping to look for some kind of a library, a place full of information but instead he's been caught up in a whirlwind of visiting neighbours. Luckily for Anduin he's a King, he's been brought up learning how to constantly meet new people and each time a gift of food shows up he gives his best smile and most gracious thanks no matter how many times he has to say it. That seems to be all he gets though, any comments about another world or such seem to be brushed off as a joke and the oddity of it all doesn't go unmissed.
The latest gelatin tests Anduin's noble poker face, his smile just a little wary as he glances at the creation. Is it edible? He doesn't know, it could be an assassination attempt from the looks of things. Anduin still manages to say thank you before bringing the food in to place on the table along side all the others.]
Would it be rude to declare that I shall not be eating that?
(Checking candy, cw: needles, razors) [ Anduin gets sent out in a makeshift outfit. He isn't even sure what it's meant to be but some of the residents had seemed encouraging and it would serve a purpose; it covers Anduin's face and lets him look around without others taking notice of him doing as much. No-one so much as bats an eyelid at the tall young man walking around, he only gets generic compliments and piles of candy before he's moved on to the next one. This holiday is familiar at least, something similar is held back home and Anduin pauses by his supposed house to take a bite out of some chocolate, instantly yelping as a needle suddenly digs through the side of his cheek.
He makes a move to heal himself before remembering his powers are gone, there's no connection to the light here and Anduin can't help but grimace, removing his mask to and bracing himself to pull the needle out in one swift move.]
Does anyone have a bandage?
[ Anduin briefly glances towards his bucket of candy, only just managing to spy a razor blade buried amongst the items along with some more needles. How? When?? Whatever it is, someone is out to do some real damage and the thought someone would do something during a time when there are so many small children around....]
What is going on here? [ The nearest person with a candy bucket gets a warning.] Be careful, there are dangerous things in there!
(wildcard) [ ooc: down with anything, feel free to PM or ping here. Am absolutely down with more family members and the likes too!
As Anduin is nineteen years old he's considered the child of the family even if he's a high king and adult sized.]
Anduin Wrynn | Warcraft | ota CW: Needles, Razors in later prompt.
Help me. Please, help me...
[ Anduin wakes up slowly despite the urgency of the voice he'd just heard, taking his time to come around to the fact he's not where he ought to be. It had only been moments ago he'd been in Stormwind, discussing Old Gods with his advisors before hearing a voice, but that didn't explain why he was suddenly in a comfortable bed staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. Anduin reigns in the momentary panic at the thought that this could be an Old God's interference, opting to simply take a breath and try to think this through rationally as he makes a move, sitting on the edge of his bed. Common sense and strategy would dictate at least looking around before causing a scene, to gather what intel he could so making the right decision would come more naturally.
That and the whole place is quiet, it almost feels serene with the way the sunlight filters through the window and that alone is worlds apart from his own home. Even the pyjamas he's wearing are comfortable but also fit as if made specifically for him. Opening the wardrobe shows more outfits, all ones Anduin are unfamiliar with in terms of style yet a glance tells the young King that each one would have no problems in fitting.
Soon enough he's wandering into the kitchen, having managed to slip in to a pair of trousers and a shirt. Anduin feels underdressed but there's nothing more than these, no robes or suits of armour to be donning and a cursory glance around the kitchen lets him know that the strangeness doesn't stop. He can even hear a strange noise coming from the other room, letting him know that there are only so many days until Halloween!]
Hello? Is anyone here?
[ It's better to just speak out loud, to find out just whose abode he's found himself in. If someone else is around then they may just have the answers, that and the idea he's completely alone in whatever bizarre thing is happening is a little unnerving. That is, until, he sees the pictures and the handwritten notes on the fridge. He's in those pictures, there's no mistaking his own face and long blond hair! But even more startling is the fact the writing is his own, instantly recognisable! the sense of strangeness only serves to dig it's claws in all the more and now the sense of panic is starting to make itself known.]
Anyone? What is this place?
(Party Cheese Salad)
[ Anduin still isn't sure what's going on. He had been hoping to look for some kind of a library, a place full of information but instead he's been caught up in a whirlwind of visiting neighbours. Luckily for Anduin he's a King, he's been brought up learning how to constantly meet new people and each time a gift of food shows up he gives his best smile and most gracious thanks no matter how many times he has to say it. That seems to be all he gets though, any comments about another world or such seem to be brushed off as a joke and the oddity of it all doesn't go unmissed.
The latest gelatin tests Anduin's noble poker face, his smile just a little wary as he glances at the creation. Is it edible? He doesn't know, it could be an assassination attempt from the looks of things. Anduin still manages to say thank you before bringing the food in to place on the table along side all the others.]
Would it be rude to declare that I shall not be eating that?
(Checking candy, cw: needles, razors)
[ Anduin gets sent out in a makeshift outfit. He isn't even sure what it's meant to be but some of the residents had seemed encouraging and it would serve a purpose; it covers Anduin's face and lets him look around without others taking notice of him doing as much. No-one so much as bats an eyelid at the tall young man walking around, he only gets generic compliments and piles of candy before he's moved on to the next one. This holiday is familiar at least, something similar is held back home and Anduin pauses by his supposed house to take a bite out of some chocolate, instantly yelping as a needle suddenly digs through the side of his cheek.
He makes a move to heal himself before remembering his powers are gone, there's no connection to the light here and Anduin can't help but grimace, removing his mask to and bracing himself to pull the needle out in one swift move.]
Does anyone have a bandage?
[ Anduin briefly glances towards his bucket of candy, only just managing to spy a razor blade buried amongst the items along with some more needles. How? When?? Whatever it is, someone is out to do some real damage and the thought someone would do something during a time when there are so many small children around....]
What is going on here? [ The nearest person with a candy bucket gets a warning.] Be careful, there are dangerous things in there!
(wildcard)
[ ooc: down with anything, feel free to PM or ping here. Am absolutely down with more family members and the likes too!
As Anduin is nineteen years old he's considered the child of the family even if he's a high king and adult sized.]