Don’t care if he’s guilty, don’t care if he’s not

[wolfehawke]

Who: Adalwolfe Hawke and you
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes (Three Twins med bay)
When: Now


[Video]

[Some may know and some may not, but even with the little communications crisis going on right now, Adalwolfe is not on the ship he's assigned to. Currently, he's been haunting the medical bay of the Three Twins instead, which is what's vaguely in the background of the video as it winks into broadcast.]

Hey everyone, Hawke here. The male one, obviously.

[He takes an awkward breath, looking a little dark and strained around the eyes, mostly from lack of sleep.]

I know there are other things going on, and these comas are perhaps old hat to some of you especially with how frequently they've been going around right now, but is it... is it normal to age so quickly in one of these mysterious comas?

[He rolls his chair out of the way of the device he has sitting on the counter, giving a side view of Anders laying prone in one of the hospital style cots, eyes closed and Ser Pounce-a-lot the orange tabby curled on his chest with no intention of moving. Anders has grown far more gaunt than when he was up and around last week, and has more than his carefully groomed five-o-clock shadow in stubble about the chin. The beard would be worse if Adalwolfe hadn't taken the time to carefully shave his fellow mage, but he's not about to announce that on the network.]

I hope it is. Otherwise I'm worried he'll waste away like this.

[Adalwolfe rolls back into view, blocking all but the swishing of Ser Pounce's tail.]

Also, to the First Breath crew, I'm sorry I'm not there to take care of the device. I'll be back--

[A glance back at Anders and Hawke shakes his head.]

I'll be back when I'm back. Until then, help yourselves to the bread and things I have stored in the galley from the last planet as an apology. There should be enough to last weeks. Just leave enough of the frozen meat to last Ser Drools until the next planet.

[With an uncharacteristically grim expression, Hawke pauses, then decides he's said his piece until someone answers, and shuts off the feed rather abruptly.]



[Action]

After shutting off the feed, Hawke leans back in his chair, flopping his forearm over his eyes for a moment as if that will somehow block out his worry. He's not sure what he's more anxious over - the thought that Anders won't wake up by himself and he'll have to try and desperately wake him in a panic before he turns to nothing but a husk, or the thought that Anders will wake up with memories of his future, memories of Kirkwall, and Adalwolfe won't be in them. It's a distinct possibility, either way. They both remember Riona, which bodes well, but so does Leliana and yet Leliana doesn't know him at all, which puts him back to square one on what to expect.

Ser Drools whines from under the console at Hawke's feet, responding to his master's turmoil. Or responding to his own turmoil at not being able to get close to Anders' bed for the cat keeping stalwart vigil on Blondie's chest.

Hawke lowers his arm and leans down to pet his dog instead, trying to stop moping and fretting for Ser Drools' sake as much as his own. He's just resolving to do that when the door opens and Adalwolfe's attention spins to that, hand poised over his puppy to see who's come in and for what.

"If you need medical attention, I'm afraid the doctor is out just now."

Comments

[wolfehawke]

Vampire...

[He's heard that before.]

Oh, the Earth race that drinks blood? I thought they were a myth.

[He nearly smacks himself a moment after. You don't just tell someone you thought they were made up, that's rude. Though it is curious that Anders would have made friends with someone who has to consume blood to survive. It's a little too much like blood magic, if you ask him. Maybe Anders didn't know?]

[pneumo]

Really?? Nah, we're real! I mean, we're kinda-sorta normal back home...? Ish. [ Normalish is as good as it's gonna get. ]

People don't really like us.

[wolfehawke]

Well I mean. If you eat them...

[He trails off. Honestly Sascha seems nice enough, if entirely scattered. He can't imagine him needing to drink blood to live. He couldn't imagine Merrill being a blood mage either though, until he saw it.]

[pneumo]

I don't!! I don't bite, I promise! [ Sascha's very quick to insist that, shaking his head. ] I mean...other vampires do, but...not me! I keep my mouth to myself, promise!

[wolfehawke]

Well that's good news.

[He's curious what Sascha eats instead but then, since he must be getting sustenance somehow, but if his normal diet is blood he's not sure he wants to know what ended up being a substitute.]

...are there other vampires in the Fleet?

[Is that a thing they have to worry about now?]

[pneumo]

Umm...I think so? I think I met one! But I haven't seen him since that or anything. How come?

[ Sascha of course doesn't think at all about the implication for people who are not vampires. ]

[wolfehawke]

I don't relish the thought of being someone's dinner. Wouldn't you be wary?

[He's not going to get all up in arms about it though. He's already firmly of the belief that one shouldn't judge an entire group by the actions of individual members, but that's no reason not to exercise caution when said group has an apparent reason to do you harm, be that prejudices or plain survival instinct.]

[pneumo]

Oh...I guess so. But the doctor-guy on my ship says they can make pills and stuff for us so we don't need blood? And Bigby shares all his meat and bones with me~ So I'm okay!

[wolfehawke]

Blood pills. Alright.

[Technology sure is amazing.]

Who's Bigby?

[pneumo]

He's a giant wolf~!

[wolfehawke]

I guess there are all sorts here, including giant-- I assume he can talk? Is he a werewolf?

[pneumo]

Were-man! He's big and bad, too♥ [ waggles brows ]

[wolfehawke]

[Oh... Oh, alright. Okay.]

I mean... whatever floats your boat.

[He can't have this conversation with someone he's just met when he's worried out of his mind but also hasn't gotten laid in a few months.]

[pneumo]

....? Boat? [ Sascha is not privy to these idioms Hawke! But he obviously adores this wolf character. ]

[wolfehawke]

It's an expression. Means 'whatever you like'. I can't really say hairy beast men are my thing.

[pneumo]

Really?? I love it! Hank and Kurt are like that--they're covered in fur! And Hank has the world's best beard. Bigby grows a big one too if he doesn't shave it off.

[wolfehawke]

I don't have any issue with beards, obviously!

[He has a nice well kept one too, thank you.]

It's more a pelt that I can't say I'd enjoy.

[pneumo]

Really?? I think they're great! Bigby's is a little scratchy until you get deeper, but Hank is always super-soft! Like a really hairy bunny.

Kurt is more fuzzy. But he has a tail.

[wolfehawke]

I dunno, a little fuzz is fine but it chafes if its too much, don't you think?

[He pauses and thinks for a moment.]

...a tail sounds interesting, though...

[Congratulations Sascha, you've successfully distracted Adalwolfe for the time being.]

[pneumo]

[ B) He would take a bow, but this conversation is srs business. ]

Right??? He can use it like a hand too--so it's like he can three! And it's super smooth.

[wolfehawke]

Three hands...

[Clearly he's imagining scenarios where that could be fantastic.]

...Huh. Well. I think you've just fueled my fantasies for the next Age and a half.

[pneumo]

...? You're welcome~ [ THE SADDEST PART is that Sascha thinks of all this platonically as just awesome and amazing in general. But Hey Hawke, you could always try the Kurt romance route! ]

[wolfehawke]

[No thanks he's at the end of the Anders romance and very pleased with the results.

Well mostly. The coma's kind of a bummer.]

You must be busy though, running around among all three.

[pneumo]

[ Comas will tend to do that ]

Hehe, yeah♥ But Hank's girlfriend doesn't really like it when I drop by in the middle of the night.

[wolfehawke]

Uh, well, I wouldn't think she would.

[Sascha, you dog you.]

You're the man on the side, huh?