002. ( video/action )

[ofkirkwall]

Who: Hawke & you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: SS Caprine.
When: Now.


[ For some mysterious reason Hawke has seated herself in the one of Caprine's halls, legs crossed with a small cleaning droid in her lap. Oddly accepting to it's capture by scraps of paper torn up and dropped for it to clean up. Adorable little thing, even with it's lack of fur and slobbery demeanor.

She flicks on her video feed just in time to catch a particularly high pitched noise from the droid, whirring as some of Hawke's on purpose littering flutters off some distance from her spot. Without missing a beat the droid escapes her lap to clean up before continuing it's scheduled patrol. ]

Hawke here, today I have another question for the Fleet... [ What will it be this time? She already knows where the bars are. ] Say you were missing a large slobbery companion of the canine variety─ missing him so much it is as though your heart was breaking apart every moment your companion was not present to dig holes or scare the life out of unsuspecting thieves ─how would you go about retrieving said slobbery companion? Or am I doomed to be without him for the rest of my natural life?

[ Don't break her heart further guys. ]

Comments

[ofkirkwall]

It does my poor heart well to know someone feels the pain such as I. Those Free Marchers simply never understood how important my mabari was to me. [ Dramatic is Hawke's middle name, or it would be, so she follows without not even a moment of pause. ] By a series of unfortunate circumstances he is known simply Dog.

[bryces_pup]

It's poorly understood outside of Ferelden. At least you weren't in Orlais. Those snots seem to think it a laughing matter.

[The name prompts a raise of her brow.]

What a chain of events that must have been. Well, at least there's no mistaking what he is...? [You know, as mabari are often mistaken for cats.]

[ofkirkwall]

I'd simply tell me about dear Duke Prosper's fall if they think to laugh.

[ It's hard to tell if she is joking or not, or whether that story may or may not have been a thinly veiled threat.

With a smile she laughs and shakes her head. ]

Not really, it was more that none of us could agree on a name for so long he'd only answer to Dog.

[bryces_pup]

[So, there are things you ask about. And then there are things better left as a mystery. Riona's got a hunch that bit with the Duke falls under the latter category, but oh, curiosity's a tit.]

...are we talking fall of the figurative or literal sort?

[She had to ask, ok]

Ahhh, that'll do it. Poor creature, although I doubt he cares much.

[ofkirkwall]

[ Her smile seems to grow a fraction wider then, eyes shining with a mischievous glint Aveline learned to fear many years ago. ]

Oh, it was quite literal. [ A beat. ] Figuratively.

[ Now she is just messing with you know a little, Riona, don't worry about it too much. ]

As long as he gets to chase guardsmen around and eat the finest meat he doesn't care at all. Dog is a spoiled mabari.

[bryces_pup]

[Ha. Right. She'll nod with a laugh and leave it at that. As long as it wasn't a Fereldan noble she doesn't care all too much.]

Every mabari deserves to be spoiled. But chasing guardsmen? [Oh, that's giving her terrible, terrible ideas, and it shows in her grin.] I will have to remember that. And damn, I should have brought him with me to Amaranthine. He could chase the Wardens around.

[WHY DIDN'T SHE THINK OF THIS?]