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driftfleet2016-06-04 07:54 pm
wolfehawke) wrote in driftfleet2016-06-04 07:54 pm
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Jump in the line, rock your body in time (Okay, I believe you!)
Who: Adalwolfe Hawke and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS First Breath
When: At least three to six hours after the shuffle
Action | Aboard the First Breath
Three hours since his ship-to-ship transfer and Adalwolfe has made progress. He's managed to find his room (more austere than his estate, but better appointed than the hovel in rural Orlais hiding from the Templars), don new clothes (surprisingly comfortable despite not being made of silk), and even managed to scrape together some serviceable food (the odd goop seemed entirely unpalatable at first but it's easier to prepare than anything else he's attempted so he'll take it.) Certainly progress, as he sees it. The next step is to explore the rest of the ship, familiarize himself with his post, and potentially the rest of the crew.
He hasn't run into anyone else just yet but it's not that big of a vessel so it's just a matter of time. He supposes if he actually tries, he could find someone. If he's going to be stuck here, he'd rather it not be without any contacts or friends.
To this end, Adalwolfe ties the arms of his charcoal jumpsuit around his waist to keep the bottom half up, adjusts his nondescript standard issue white t-shirt, and sets back out into the bowels of the ship not so much with a strut but actually exactly with that. If he was aware of the phrase 'fake it 'til you make it,' he'd also be aware that he's taking it to heart.
Because under the forced satisfaction with his accommodations and the acceptance of the unfamiliar clothes and strange cuisine, Adalwolfe feels completely and utterly alone in the blackness of space. The feeling had set in early on the Marsiva for all it's strangeness, and yes he knows why he's here and what this all is and that in and of itself is even more strange, knowing Thedas has nothing closer to travel in space than telescopes and yet here he is. He'd spent far too much time on the Hospitality deck just staring. Pondering his own insignificance, how everything that he's been through and done for Kirkwall, for Mages, for Thedas seems so small when he suddenly just knows how vast the universe actually is.
That's not the eldest son of Malcom Hawke though. He doesn't allow himself to drown in awe or fear of the unknown. No, Adalwolfe Hawke instead takes the dragon by the horns and forges onwards, best foot forward.
He peeks into every corner of the ship, managing to trip over the sometimes oddly placed railings and poles only once. In each and every room - minus the other living quarters of course, that would be rude - he takes a look around with just his head and shoulders in the doorway more to see if anyone is actually there than check out the room itself, but it's about 60/40.
Whenever he does find someone, he adopts a charming grin and offers up a greeting.
"Hello, I'm new. I thought I'd introduce myself."
Video | Fleetwide
[One day at a time.
Adalwolfe keeps having to actually tell himself to take things one day at a time because otherwise he notices everything new happening entirely too fast. Sure, the augment certainly helps out. He even has a job. Again not one of his choosing entirely, one he was roped into, but Communications Officer isn't so bad all things considered. At least he's not going to be constantly asked to rough people up even if 'could you talk to--' he imagines will be a common request. But a job will help to keep him grounded and focused and he's spent quite a long time since his arrival with his face in the broadcast controls and scanner arrays. Nearly two hours.
It's... probably time to familiarize himself with other aspects of his new life.
The truth is, not everything has been happening so fast. The Blight overrunning Lothering, that was fast. The explosion of the Chantry and subsequent Mage Uprising, that was fast. Waking up in space and being told he's now an passenger on an intergalactic voyage with millions of people watching the mortal drama as it unfolds, have fun? That's not fast, that's just weird.
Mostly he's adjusted. Or he thinks he has. He'd been popped onto a smaller ship from the massive one at the center of the fleet today, given his aforementioned position, and then left to his own devices. It leaves quite enough time for adjusting. He's a bit tired of adjusting. It's been half day on his new ship already.
But, as they say, one day at a time.
And on this day, a day that's not particularly special other than his change of scenery, Adalwolfe Hawke, the Champion of Kirkwall, Sends out a fleetwide message.]
Hello? I think I've got this working. Can anyone see me?
As I understand it we're all from different places, times, or even realities so I was wondering just how different all these places are.
[He leans back a bit in picture, fingers pressed together thoughtfully.]
I can tell you, Thedas is nothing like this.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS First Breath
When: At least three to six hours after the shuffle
Action | Aboard the First Breath
Three hours since his ship-to-ship transfer and Adalwolfe has made progress. He's managed to find his room (more austere than his estate, but better appointed than the hovel in rural Orlais hiding from the Templars), don new clothes (surprisingly comfortable despite not being made of silk), and even managed to scrape together some serviceable food (the odd goop seemed entirely unpalatable at first but it's easier to prepare than anything else he's attempted so he'll take it.) Certainly progress, as he sees it. The next step is to explore the rest of the ship, familiarize himself with his post, and potentially the rest of the crew.
He hasn't run into anyone else just yet but it's not that big of a vessel so it's just a matter of time. He supposes if he actually tries, he could find someone. If he's going to be stuck here, he'd rather it not be without any contacts or friends.
To this end, Adalwolfe ties the arms of his charcoal jumpsuit around his waist to keep the bottom half up, adjusts his nondescript standard issue white t-shirt, and sets back out into the bowels of the ship not so much with a strut but actually exactly with that. If he was aware of the phrase 'fake it 'til you make it,' he'd also be aware that he's taking it to heart.
Because under the forced satisfaction with his accommodations and the acceptance of the unfamiliar clothes and strange cuisine, Adalwolfe feels completely and utterly alone in the blackness of space. The feeling had set in early on the Marsiva for all it's strangeness, and yes he knows why he's here and what this all is and that in and of itself is even more strange, knowing Thedas has nothing closer to travel in space than telescopes and yet here he is. He'd spent far too much time on the Hospitality deck just staring. Pondering his own insignificance, how everything that he's been through and done for Kirkwall, for Mages, for Thedas seems so small when he suddenly just knows how vast the universe actually is.
That's not the eldest son of Malcom Hawke though. He doesn't allow himself to drown in awe or fear of the unknown. No, Adalwolfe Hawke instead takes the dragon by the horns and forges onwards, best foot forward.
He peeks into every corner of the ship, managing to trip over the sometimes oddly placed railings and poles only once. In each and every room - minus the other living quarters of course, that would be rude - he takes a look around with just his head and shoulders in the doorway more to see if anyone is actually there than check out the room itself, but it's about 60/40.
Whenever he does find someone, he adopts a charming grin and offers up a greeting.
"Hello, I'm new. I thought I'd introduce myself."
Video | Fleetwide
[One day at a time.
Adalwolfe keeps having to actually tell himself to take things one day at a time because otherwise he notices everything new happening entirely too fast. Sure, the augment certainly helps out. He even has a job. Again not one of his choosing entirely, one he was roped into, but Communications Officer isn't so bad all things considered. At least he's not going to be constantly asked to rough people up even if 'could you talk to--' he imagines will be a common request. But a job will help to keep him grounded and focused and he's spent quite a long time since his arrival with his face in the broadcast controls and scanner arrays. Nearly two hours.
It's... probably time to familiarize himself with other aspects of his new life.
The truth is, not everything has been happening so fast. The Blight overrunning Lothering, that was fast. The explosion of the Chantry and subsequent Mage Uprising, that was fast. Waking up in space and being told he's now an passenger on an intergalactic voyage with millions of people watching the mortal drama as it unfolds, have fun? That's not fast, that's just weird.
Mostly he's adjusted. Or he thinks he has. He'd been popped onto a smaller ship from the massive one at the center of the fleet today, given his aforementioned position, and then left to his own devices. It leaves quite enough time for adjusting. He's a bit tired of adjusting. It's been half day on his new ship already.
But, as they say, one day at a time.
And on this day, a day that's not particularly special other than his change of scenery, Adalwolfe Hawke, the Champion of Kirkwall, Sends out a fleetwide message.]
Hello? I think I've got this working. Can anyone see me?
As I understand it we're all from different places, times, or even realities so I was wondering just how different all these places are.
[He leans back a bit in picture, fingers pressed together thoughtfully.]
I can tell you, Thedas is nothing like this.
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Hawke? There's a woman from Thedas here with that name. Wouldn't happen to be related to you, would she?
[That would be something, considering how convoluted time was here.]
...also why does Kirkwall need a champion? I mean, I hear it isn't a vacationing spot, but I didn't realize it needed such a defender. And a mage defender at that. It must be truly interesting, whatever state of things you come from.
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[Considering they came from ostensibly the same parents even if it's from an alternate universe then siblings might be an apt description but to actually say that feels wrong when he'd grown up knowing Bethany and Carver all their lives as his only siblings. Marian is... him. But a her. And different. But the same. And he really has no way of articulating that in any way that makes sense so he just goes with complicated.]
Kirkwall needed protection from Qunari, mostly, at the time. They tried to overrun the city.
[He could leave it at that, let Anders wonder over what could have prompted a Qunari incursion so far south of the Imperium's buffer, but there something else Hawke needs to say. Fruitlessly, maybe, but perhaps he needs to say it for him own sake, and not Anders'.]
They were stranded for three years; an artifact was stolen from them and they were told by the Qunari leadership not to return without it. Of course, having Qunari in the city got under everyone's skin, not least of all the Chantry. One of the sisters started manufacturing situations to blame on the Qunari and even went so far as to kill the Viscount's son who had converted to the Qun - under his own volition, or so I was told. The sister tried to frame me for it, which didn't work, but the whole thing was the last straw for the Arishok.
[Hawke runs a hand through his hair, pausing for just a moment. It's strange having to retell a story to Anders when he was there, and was instrumental in Hawke's survival. If Anders hadn't been there, watching his back, healing and blasting Qunari right along with him, Hawke's certain he wouldn't be sitting here.]
My friends and I faced them in the Viscount's keep, finally besting the Arishok. It was a long battle, and if I hadn't had my friends I'm certain it wouldn't have turned out so neatly. Especially my... I had a very close friend who was a spirit healer. I'd be dead many times over, if not for him.
[Hawke lowers his eyes from the video. Even if Anders doesn't know who Hawke is talking about, that makes it difficult to say this to his face.]
We saved each other in many ways, ruined each other in others. I was on my way back to him when I woke up here instead. Now I'm not sure if we'll see each other again.
[Because Anders isn't in the fleet. Not his Anders. This is someone else who hadn't faced the Arishok, hadn't destroyed a Chantry, hadn't sparked Circles to rebel all across southern Thedas. Not his Anders. Not yet. And perhaps not ever, if the timelines are cruel or if he stays here. Circumstances make a man, and these are vastly different ones.
Hawke hasn't felt so alone in a very long time.]
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Well, I am simply shocked, shocked, to hear that the chantry messed something up and made things worse. I've never heard of that before.
[Frustrations vented, he drops the sarcasm.]
But for what it's worth, this place seems to like Thedas well enough, perhaps your friend will show up here some time. Hopefully remembering you.
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And then he extends that wish for him and Hawke's laughter dies away, leaving a warmth in his eyes that's nonetheless pained.]
I doubt that, but thank you all the same.
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Well, Ser Hawke, should you ever need me for something, I'm on the Three Twins in the medical bay. Or, if I'm not there, I might be in the Space Bar instead.
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[He's not sure why he even says that considering Anders doesn't know him but it feels natural. If Anders called him, he would drop everything to go help.]