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Who: hawke & you.
Broadcast: fleetwide text.
Action: n/a.
When: today.

guys i need some advice
very important please respond quick before

[ Text stops there and it seems that is all there is, until a moment later another message appears - typed considerably slower than the first, as though typing with one hand. ]

nevermind problem solved
might need a healer though or some booze
or both

[ Translation nevermind i already did the stupid thing. ]

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[ :) No Allen, turn back, you don't want this pain in your life. ]

i can still type
nothinghas been blown off

[ Sry shonens gotta shonen ]

Uh huh.

And where are you at?

[ Poor shonen, you're dooming yourself. ]

uh
trying to get back to the fleet
slowly

[ Eh. Can't be worse than dealing with Mad Max and the frozen lake. ]

If you can give me a more specific location, I can give you a ride back to the fleet and take care of your injuries.

[ A pause ]

And if you're not too bad off, maybe drop you off at one of the bars.

uh
thereis a dock near by i can hear shuttles
its in the savvy guys' area you know the cool ones

[ That's right she said it, they are pretty cool don't even deny it. ]

im fine with treating my injuries but
take me to anders instead or he will get huffy

A dock in the Savvy area...Solrius?

[That's not very specific Hawke...]

thats sounds about right

[ She's trying. ]

Alright, I'll see if I can find you.

ill sit still then

[Welp this should be fun. But he sets off, hoping to still find her! Eventually he docks with a shuttle near the area she kinda...sorta...hinted at, and starts looking around for her on foot.]

[But lo and behold, he's not alone!]

[Leliana was not far behind him, scanning the area.]

Merde, that fool... what did she get herself into?

[You're lucky she's not Wynne, Hawke or you'd be getting the most grandmotherly lecture of your life when she finds you.]

[ True to her word Hawke doesn't move from the spot she found herself, leaning against a wall some distance away from the general hustle and bustle of the port. See she was trying to get back, just it is a little hard right now.

Whatever she got herself into ended up in getting her right arm and a bit of her side burnt. Was she playing with explosives? Fighting a dragon? Throwing fireballs where you really shouldn't? Who knows! Well... Hawke does, but who cares how it happened right? She seems to have avoided getting herself serious burns, so what only matters is getting treated before something gets infected.

It's Leliana she hears first, craning her neck slightly to catch a glimpse of them. Maker giver her strength, for she'll surely need it before the day is out. ]

Over here!

[Allen doesn't really respond to that rhetorical question. He doesn't know Hawke well enough to speculate or get more emotionally invested than need be, and honestly he's still seen stupider]

[My God, has he seen some stupid.]

[But after a bit of looking around, he'll hear Hawke yell. He turns to looks and starts walking straight for her. The closer he gets, the more sure he is it looks like burns. He immediately heads for her injured side and kneels down, digging into his bag]

Ah, you were right. It was by the docks.

[Leliana crouches on Hawke's other side, assessing her injuries and shaking her head. ~~Goddamn it you protags and getting seriously injured-!!~~]

You won't die from this but you'll need to recover.

Told you.

[ For some reason or another she can't help but grin, proud of herself for seemingly guessing the location she had parked herself in. Better that than meeting Leliana's disapproving gaze, she thinks.

Still she waves an uninjured hand about the air, expression twisting into something incredibly more dramatic. ]

Truly? I shall live? Oh joyous days! I thought myself a goner.

[ Says the woman who has been literally skewered by the Arishok. ]

[He gives a slight glance at Leliana before focusing back on examining the wound. It does look like it's just a big burn. A not nice burn, but a treatable one at least.]

[Though with Hawke being how she is, it's not gonna make him incline him to be his most comforting.]

Yes, joyous days indeed. I just got a shipment of magic burn potions I've been hoping to test, and here you are! All burnt up! I was worried I'd have to put my hand on the stove.

[Yeah congrats Hawke, you've earned the title "Guinea Pig"]

[Hawke she has no patience for you. :|

Leliana turns her focus to Allen and his potions, smiling a bit mischievously. The thought that he was going to punish Hawke for her misdeeds by experimenting on her was clearly making Leliana's day.

This is why Allen is her favorite person on the Blue Fish after Riona.]

Oh, an excellent idea. Killing two birds with one stone.

[hahaha... birds... because 'hawk' and experimenting on her. Someone hangs out with Riona too much.]

[ Is she bothered? Not at all! If anything she grins, amused - definitely not to hide whatever pain she may or may not be in. ]

Wonderful! I have always wanted to be a medical experiment, a life long dream that. Even more rewarding that I prevented you harming yourself out of sheer desperation. Truly, I could not be happier than I am in this moment.

[ The bird joke doesn't fly over her head, if anything it gains Leliana something of a look. To stoop so low as to make a bird joke! Ha, she so very proud. ]

Lets refrain from killing, I went so much trouble not to end up that way. Death is incredibly inconvenient.

[Wow Hawke lay on the wit pretty thick there. But Allen deals with Sokka: The Meat and Sarcasm guy, that he just rolls his eyes]

I'm so glad to hear that.

[He'll dig through his bag and pull out a jar that looks like yeah, some kind of not pretty ointment thing. Pulling off the top, he'll start carefully applying some to part of the burn, experimentally. Feeling wise, it's not a quirk cure-all- but it should taking the edge off the pain some more than usual burn ointment would. ]

How's that feel?

[Excuse Leliana she might be trying to smell some of this weird concoction of yours, Allen. Don't mind her.]

Is this some sort of health poultice?

[ To her credit she doesn't shy away from him and does her damnedest not to lock up when he starts to apply the ointment to her skin. It... well it doesn't look great but what poultice ever does? They usually all smell pretty bad as well and yet do wonders for people.

So she sits there, watching with a rather quizzical look, her other hand curled tightly around her communicator. ]

Weird. [ Very descriptive. ] Doesn't hurt as much anymore.

Really? That's a good sign.

[He'll keep at it as he addresses Leliana's question]

Potion. Apparently Windrose has a witch that can make these magic potions for burns and such. They were nice enough to offer some jars of it for us to use.

Ah, I see. A mage, then.

['Witch' is a word she only uses when talking to Morrigan because it's meant to be insulting. :| It'd probably make her laugh, though. Ugh.]

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