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driftfleet2016-01-23 08:34 am
ofkirkwall) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-23 08:34 am
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001.
Who: Marian Hawke & you.
Broadcast: Fleet wide
Action: MARSIVA, aww yeah.
When: Now, until shuffle.
[ Maker's balls it is cold.
Waking up in strange places isn't so unusual in Marian's Hawke's life, she's fairly to it by now, so she barely bats a sleepy eye when she rolls over and curls in on herself. Half mumbled words tumbling from her lips in a incoherently mess, fingers curling around whatever they can grasp in a desperate attempt to conserve heat. This continues for a good few moments until the woman manages to roll straight onto the cold metal floor. ]
─Aahh! [ There is no better way of waking someone up than a quick drop onto a cold floor - well... a bucket of water would have done as well, but thankfully there are no buckets to be seen.
It has her awake, alert as someone still gluggy with sleep can be, mope of black hair strewn about this way and that. Heart thundering in her chest a hand raises to rub the sleep from her eyes, jaw lock in evident irritation. ] Stupid Wardens, how is anyone supposed to sleep in a cot so small... [ The realization comes slow, the metal walls of the ship close enough to blurred vision to make her think she's still in Weisshaupt waiting for old men to pull their collective sticks from their asses. ] Never thought I'd miss camping out in caves─Hello...
[ Ah, there it is, that little light bulb that flicks on and says "This isn't Weisshaupt, Toto" - or it would if Hawke had any any who or what Toto was. Regardless she inhales sharp and reaches for her staff, smooth wood a comfort as she uses it to stands herself up. ]
I see we've gone to the Grey Wardens school of decor. [ A bit boring she has to say, rather bland. No dirt, no drunkard puking his guts out in the corner, no wet dog smell. Frankly it is kind of disappointing.
Once her bearings are gather it takes Hawke all of a few moments to start snooping, trying to find something - anything - to tell her where exactly she's managed to find herself now. Eventually her combings finds her a device, odd little thing that she promptly starts playing with legs across upon the very bench she woke up on. A few hours of poking has her come to a few conclusions, one; this thing is weird, two; she can swear she has seen something like this before, and three; she can talk to people on it. At least she thinks she can.
A wild guess as her flick the feed on, though the camera is at a slight angle, all smiles and more than obvious bed hair. You'd almost have no idea that she is perhaps a little rattled by all of this with the way she looks. ]
Good morning, or is it afternoon? Honestly I have no bloody idea, I tried to fun the sun but it seems that I have misplaced that alongside of almost everything else. No matter, I'm sure it'll all turn up somehow.
I'm Hawke, by the way - best to get introductions out of the way early - and I have two very important questions to ask you... [ Trailing off the screws up her nose slightly before shaking her head. ] Is there a bar nearby and how can I get there?
Broadcast: Fleet wide
Action: MARSIVA, aww yeah.
When: Now, until shuffle.
[ Maker's balls it is cold.
Waking up in strange places isn't so unusual in Marian's Hawke's life, she's fairly to it by now, so she barely bats a sleepy eye when she rolls over and curls in on herself. Half mumbled words tumbling from her lips in a incoherently mess, fingers curling around whatever they can grasp in a desperate attempt to conserve heat. This continues for a good few moments until the woman manages to roll straight onto the cold metal floor. ]
─Aahh! [ There is no better way of waking someone up than a quick drop onto a cold floor - well... a bucket of water would have done as well, but thankfully there are no buckets to be seen.
It has her awake, alert as someone still gluggy with sleep can be, mope of black hair strewn about this way and that. Heart thundering in her chest a hand raises to rub the sleep from her eyes, jaw lock in evident irritation. ] Stupid Wardens, how is anyone supposed to sleep in a cot so small... [ The realization comes slow, the metal walls of the ship close enough to blurred vision to make her think she's still in Weisshaupt waiting for old men to pull their collective sticks from their asses. ] Never thought I'd miss camping out in caves─Hello...
[ Ah, there it is, that little light bulb that flicks on and says "This isn't Weisshaupt, Toto" - or it would if Hawke had any any who or what Toto was. Regardless she inhales sharp and reaches for her staff, smooth wood a comfort as she uses it to stands herself up. ]
I see we've gone to the Grey Wardens school of decor. [ A bit boring she has to say, rather bland. No dirt, no drunkard puking his guts out in the corner, no wet dog smell. Frankly it is kind of disappointing.
Once her bearings are gather it takes Hawke all of a few moments to start snooping, trying to find something - anything - to tell her where exactly she's managed to find herself now. Eventually her combings finds her a device, odd little thing that she promptly starts playing with legs across upon the very bench she woke up on. A few hours of poking has her come to a few conclusions, one; this thing is weird, two; she can swear she has seen something like this before, and three; she can talk to people on it. At least she thinks she can.
A wild guess as her flick the feed on, though the camera is at a slight angle, all smiles and more than obvious bed hair. You'd almost have no idea that she is perhaps a little rattled by all of this with the way she looks. ]
Good morning, or is it afternoon? Honestly I have no bloody idea, I tried to fun the sun but it seems that I have misplaced that alongside of almost everything else. No matter, I'm sure it'll all turn up somehow.
I'm Hawke, by the way - best to get introductions out of the way early - and I have two very important questions to ask you... [ Trailing off the screws up her nose slightly before shaking her head. ] Is there a bar nearby and how can I get there?
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I have spent more months than I care to count running about Thedas, I am all exercised out.
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Unless you're running the whole time. Then that's a little different. [And that's the feeling she's getting from Hawke's words.]
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This might be the first time I have actually stopped.
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[Ah, that does not sound fun. At all. For better or worse, Riona isn't far along in Thedas' ever increasingly fun timeline so she has no idea about Hawke or Kirkwall or any of it.]
Awfully exhausting, it sounds like. Fortunately, it's hard to do a lot of running on these ships.
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[ The fact that... well, she hasn't been automatically recognized either says that this woman is from a point in time before the whole mess with Kirkwall. A fact that Hawke has yet to decide whether or not it is a good thing or bad. ]
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[Thedas is full of perils and many pitfalls that one can easily land in and find themselves in considerable trouble. She can make some exaggerated guesses as to what has Hawke on the run.]
Who or what exactly did you make angry back home?
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Who haven't I made angry? Honestly I've lost track at this point. [ A hand waves about the air. ] The Wardens, the Divine─ though she kindly decided not to send and Exalted March down upon my head after what happened in Kirkwall.
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Maker's blood, that's-
What happened with the Wardens? We don't come after people lightly.
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[ Well shit. ]
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[She narrows her eyes a bit in thought.]
...or is this one of those moments where you're from a different time than me and I'm not yet privy to things that will happen?
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[Her inexperience with the Wardens really shows here.]
Maker, I don't even know. Dance naked with a bunch of darkspawn? Feed people to a broodmother?
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I wouldn't dare dance naked with a bunch of darkspawn, though I may have danced naked once or twice. [ Whether or not that has ever actually happened is up for debate, depending whether or not you believe the stories. ] And no, no one deserves to be a fed to a broodmother.
Lets just say we had some... disagreements?
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Well who hasn't? [Snrk] And really? Then you're a much better person than I am because I have a small list of people who I wouldn't mind feeding to one.
[No one ever said she was a good Grey Warden ok]
Then you have my sympathies. We Grey Wardens tend to be a stubborn lot by my understanding. I would help you if I could, though there's that pesky parallel universe and time issue. Not to mention that if your disagreements lie with Weisshaupt - or basically any Warden outside of Ferelden - they'd probably laugh at any attempts on my end to intercede.
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Likely as much as they laugh at my mere presence in their almighty fortress of dour old men.
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