[ Garion's no stranger to waking up in unpleasant circumstances. This kind of headache (and queasiness) usually has something to do with a meeting of kings and the fortunate/unfortunate drinking that usually takes place afterwards. Maybe his head hurts from his own singing?
Garion is many things, but a good singer is not one of them.
But there is some noise prickling at his ears, a low level hum that's utterly unfamiliar to him. Much like this location is, as he opens his eyes and looks around at the... metal? room he appears to be in.
His first thought is to his wife, of course, and the arm that reaches out beside him is thrown with enough fearful force to nearly toss him off the bed. He recovers, but it's the first look he gets at the sleeve of the strange clothing he's wearing. The clothing with... words on it? Words that match the wall. And some sort of device on the floor?
He takes it, stuffing it into his pocket since he hardly knows what it is or what to do with it, but it bears examination.
There's a brief flash of relief (whatever has happened to him more than likely has left his wife and his children untouched) before he steels himself, gets to his feet, and starts walking. He has some exploring to do... ]
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[ He's never seen the stars like this. Never imagined he would, as a matter of fact. The closest he's ever been has been when Zandramas...
Well, it wasn't exactly a pleasant mental image, for all that there'd been quite a lot of relief associated with it.
So he'll be paused there, on the observation deck, staring out into space for a few minutes. You might need to really try to get his attention. That is, if you want it. ]
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[ ...he's an Alorn, all right? For all that he's also a disciple of Aldur, his parents were Alorns. He was an Alorn king. Not to mention the fact that he'd grown up around one of the greatest information procurers in the known multiverse.
That's why he ends up in the bar. Not because he intends to drink anything, but because he wants to see if he can find out more about where he is, what's going on, how he got here, and how he can get back to where he belongs. After all, not only does he have a family to take care of, he has a country to run, for goodness sake. ]
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[ Put him where you want. He'll end up there at some point... ]
(Bel)Garion Irongrip | Belgariad/Malloreon
Garion is many things, but a good singer is not one of them.
But there is some noise prickling at his ears, a low level hum that's utterly unfamiliar to him. Much like this location is, as he opens his eyes and looks around at the... metal? room he appears to be in.
His first thought is to his wife, of course, and the arm that reaches out beside him is thrown with enough fearful force to nearly toss him off the bed. He recovers, but it's the first look he gets at the sleeve of the strange clothing he's wearing. The clothing with... words on it? Words that match the wall. And some sort of device on the floor?
He takes it, stuffing it into his pocket since he hardly knows what it is or what to do with it, but it bears examination.
There's a brief flash of relief (whatever has happened to him more than likely has left his wife and his children untouched) before he steels himself, gets to his feet, and starts walking. He has some exploring to do... ]
Well, it wasn't exactly a pleasant mental image, for all that there'd been quite a lot of relief associated with it.
So he'll be paused there, on the observation deck, staring out into space for a few minutes. You might need to really try to get his attention. That is, if you want it. ]
That's why he ends up in the bar. Not because he intends to drink anything, but because he wants to see if he can find out more about where he is, what's going on, how he got here, and how he can get back to where he belongs. After all, not only does he have a family to take care of, he has a country to run, for goodness sake. ]