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araudi[It seems what Alaude defines as the proper response to waking up in a strange room in a completely different universe is simply to collect the items on the bedside table, exit the room, and enter the kitchen to make himself a cup of hot milk tea.
The reasons for his reaction can easily be explained.
First off, he is technically a dead man, so he doesn't care much for the potential repercussions of drinking liquids from an unfamiliar setting. If he really is alive and he dies again, then he'll just return to his normal state which is actually preferable to his current situation.
Secondly, he still has considerable skepticism about said current situation mentioned above. He has two choices at the moment. One, he can accept the idea that he has been disrupted from his eternal sleep to become Blackbeard’s replacement for some self-proclaimed Rulers and find out more information on this matter. Or, two, he can choose the more reasonable viewpoint that this is in fact a manifestation placed upon him by Daemon Spade wherefore he will enjoy carrying out the punishment the Mist Guardian will face for his audacity.
Thirdly, and last but not least, disregarding whether he is actually dead or alive, since he hasn't eaten or drank anything over one hundred years, he thinks he can reward himself with a cup of tea at the very least. Plus, if his circumstance happens to be the former and he has really been brought here to this world through the powers of these insolent Rulers, it'll be absolutely foolish of them to poison the person they had bothered to bring here right away. And, if it is the latter, it means he's already dead, so it refutes the problem as a whole.
After putting away the ingredients for his drink, Alaude makes the short move to the living room where he proceeds to settle down on the couch. He sets the cup aside, reaching into his pocket to take out the note. Rereading it one more time, he crumbles it into a ball throwing it carelessly onto the coffee table as he directs his attention to the next thing in his possession – the pink compact. He plays with the device curiously as he picks the mug back up. Taking a sip from it idly, he manages to gain some semblance of an idea on how to, well, text. He honestly has no clue what the other two functions are for, and he doesn’t care either.]
The game you are playing is a nuisance, Daemon Spade.
Come out before I am forced to find you.
[momentary silence as he reflects on what he just wrote]
If this is not your doing, then I demand answers.
Show yourself, Rulers.
The reasons for his reaction can easily be explained.
First off, he is technically a dead man, so he doesn't care much for the potential repercussions of drinking liquids from an unfamiliar setting. If he really is alive and he dies again, then he'll just return to his normal state which is actually preferable to his current situation.
Secondly, he still has considerable skepticism about said current situation mentioned above. He has two choices at the moment. One, he can accept the idea that he has been disrupted from his eternal sleep to become Blackbeard’s replacement for some self-proclaimed Rulers and find out more information on this matter. Or, two, he can choose the more reasonable viewpoint that this is in fact a manifestation placed upon him by Daemon Spade wherefore he will enjoy carrying out the punishment the Mist Guardian will face for his audacity.
Thirdly, and last but not least, disregarding whether he is actually dead or alive, since he hasn't eaten or drank anything over one hundred years, he thinks he can reward himself with a cup of tea at the very least. Plus, if his circumstance happens to be the former and he has really been brought here to this world through the powers of these insolent Rulers, it'll be absolutely foolish of them to poison the person they had bothered to bring here right away. And, if it is the latter, it means he's already dead, so it refutes the problem as a whole.
After putting away the ingredients for his drink, Alaude makes the short move to the living room where he proceeds to settle down on the couch. He sets the cup aside, reaching into his pocket to take out the note. Rereading it one more time, he crumbles it into a ball throwing it carelessly onto the coffee table as he directs his attention to the next thing in his possession – the pink compact. He plays with the device curiously as he picks the mug back up. Taking a sip from it idly, he manages to gain some semblance of an idea on how to, well, text. He honestly has no clue what the other two functions are for, and he doesn’t care either.]
The game you are playing is a nuisance, Daemon Spade.
Come out before I am forced to find you.
[momentary silence as he reflects on what he just wrote]
If this is not your doing, then I demand answers.
Show yourself, Rulers.