[OTA] I am my own man, I make my own luck

[wolfehawke]

Who: Adalwolfe Hawke and you!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes; Three Twins lab
When: Fight: evening of 9/8; the rest: 9/9

Pay Per View; The Fight
((ooc: This fight was broadcast and a ticketed Moxie event, so feel free to have your character have seen it))

Adalwolfe may be a mage but he's never let that mean he's allowed to grow complacent physically. For all he could just stand back and fling spells, Hawke makes sure he keeps in excellent shape. Maybe it's vanity, maybe it has to do with years of apostasy, but when the show starts and he's brought into the ring, shirtless and with his hair tied back, it's clear that he's definitely not a sit in a library all day studying and forget to eat sort of mage.

But that doesn't mean he's any good at hand to hand fighting.

True, he's gotten into many a scrap even before he had his magic, and the times after it was always more imperative that he hide his abilities than win the fight, but when he beats his mountain of an opponent - a man who seems to be made of one large muscle. (Adalwolfe's reminded of a hornless, hairless Arishok with this guy's stature and reach and it brings back some nasty memories. Makes the scar on his abdomen twinge.) - it's only by the skin of his teeth and he doesn't escape unscathed by a long shot.

When the ref raises his arm with the triumphant announcement of his victory, Hawke is covered in nasty red and purple bruises and bleeding from more then a few impact wounds, especially on his face. He can't quite make out the crowd for the triple vision he's seeing them in through his one good eye. The other is swollen shut and there's blood across his nose, in his eyes, and in his mouth, but he still won. And with no magic at all.

He hits the surface of the ring with a goofy grin on his face and passes out.



Recovery; Action

When he comes to, he feels like one giant bruise. Before even opening his eyes, Adalwolfe groans and tries to move an arm in order to... he's not sure, but after half a second he decides that's not a good idea thanks to the shooting pain that fireworks into a grinding agony in his shoulder. Best to leave that for Anders to look at. Best to leave everything for Anders to look at, by the feel of it.

At the very least he cracks one eye open to see where he is, surprised that he feels glad to see the inside of the Three Twins lab. He'd spent too much time in here already fretting but it sure beats a jail cell. Guess they really did release him after he won. Awesome.

If anyone comes in within the next few hours, he'll be in the same position; stretched out on one of the beds looking like an abused piece of produce. It's not so bad as he'd appeared at the end of the broadcasted fight though, and in fact lessons as the day goes on; someone's clearly been caring for him. The cut across his nose remains, however, at his insistence. It makes him look cool.

Care to visit the invalid? Admonishments expected, well wishes appreciated.



Aftermath; Network Video

[Later, when Adalwolfe's recovered enough to leave the med bay and can move without anything more than dull aching thanks to the TLC from his favorite healer, he finally locates his communicator and pops on the network. He's still graced with that stupid split across the bridge of his nose burning an angry red, but at least his eye isn't swollen shut anymore and most of the other evidence of his hard-won boxing match has faded.

Wolfe grins a tired grin out at the rest of the fleet, pleased at himself for having gotten out of all that, though there's a little disappointment lurking behind his expression. He was in prison the last few days and then forced to fight for his freedom, so he's been completely out of the loop. And then Anders told him he'd missed facing off against a dragon. That would have been way better than a boxing match against the not!Arishok.]

So... what'd I miss? I hear there's a dragon, is everyone okay?

Comments

Action (recovery)

[bryces_pup]

Riona's "aligned" with Moxie, so she saw the fight. And good Maker, that man had taken a beating. She'd wanted to find him after the match, but the crowd prevented her from doing so and by the time she broke free, he was gone.

Through some detective work, she eventually finds out he's on his ship, recovering. No doubt Anders had gotten to him.

She steps into the room cautiously, checking to see if he was asleep. Upon seeing him awake, she nods and approaches, arms crossed.

"I think you need someone to teach you proper hand-to-hand." He did all right, all things considered, but some proper techniques might have saved him a lot of pain. "Maker, I thought you were going to lose your eye for a moment there."

[wolfehawke]

"There's only so much you can do when you're fighting a mountain that can throw punches." He snorts, more amused than defensive, and winces immediately after. His nose is still broken. "I thought I was going to lose the back of my skull though, not just my eye, so lucky me."

He shifts to sit up with a bit of a grimace but manages so long as he doesn't put any weight on his right arm. "Actually, uh, I'm glad you're here."

[bryces_pup]

"Oh, you'd be surprised at what you can do to a mountain."

She'll leave it at that. Even she can't claim she would have gotten out of that fight without injury. And if it hadn't been for Zevran and Alistair teaching her hand to hand, she wouldn't have been much better off than Hawke.

Glad that she's here? It makes her raise a brow. That's not usually the reaction they get from each other.

"Any particular reason why?"

[wolfehawke]

"Look, don't hit me for bringing this up, but I need to apologize again. That fight, the guy hitting me in the head, it jogged something."

He lets out a long breath, knowing he needs to do this not just for his peace of mind but hers too, even if it might mean she gets mad at him initially. He's been punched enough for the week but if she feels the need for that then he'll take it.

"My memory, it was wrong. It's been bothering me for awhile now, all the inconsistencies. Bothered Leleiana too, she told me not to talk about this anymore, but it all makes sense now." He takes a deep breath and lets it out, looking at his hands instead of at her face. "Alistair... he wasn't there. It was Stroud. Atroma for... whatever reason, they changed my memory. Alistair wasn't the Warden that was in the Fade with us."

He lets his head drop back against the pillow, suddenly exhausted. "It was Stroud. And I'm so sorry I ever thought or told you otherwise."

[bryces_pup]

Well, that's quite the way to go about the conversation. Riona begins to brace herself, wondering just where it's going to go this time-

....

She stares at him for a long moment, trying to figure out what she should say. If Atroma is at fault - and she suspects they are because they're dickbags - then she really can't be upset with him.

"Leliana and I did talk about it a bit. She told me the inconsistencies were bothering you. I thought about the augments we have. Memory alteration wouldn't be beyond them, considering what else they can and have done. She and I both wondered, but... well, we had no way of verifying it." And it seemed like a stretch. But apparently not.

"Maker's breath. I knew something wasn't right. Nothing about it made any damn sense." Hoo boy does she feel vindicated now. "I am sorry Atroma did that to you."

Action (Recovery)

[preformthisneigh]

Cheese tends to flit between place to place when they're docked at a planet. He's a drifter, it's in his nature to shift around all the time. On occasion, he'll stop to watch a play or compete in a shuttle race. It was after one of those that he got word about some outsider fighting for his freedom, and figured it was probably a member of the Fleet.

Lo and behold, it was, and he felt some need to check up on the guy afterwards. Flooters had to stick together, and all that. When he finds the Three Twins, and the infirmary thereof, he heads over to Adalwolfe's bed, his hooves clip clopping on the metal floor.

"Well. At least you're not dead. Yay?"

[wolfehawke]

There is a talking horse in the infirmary. He must be worse off than he thought. For a moment, Adalwolfe looks alarmed and glances around for Anders, but then it kicks in that wait, there are talking ponies in the fleet. He's not hallucinating. Suddenly his eyes get big and round, looking right at his visitor. Yup, gotta be, look at the mark on his flank! Though it looks almost more like an accordion than a sandwich.

"You're Cheese Sandwich, aren't you? You have the best name ever." He miiiight be a little loopy...

[preformthisneigh]

"Well...that's a new reaction. Usually I get told I can't be named after a food product."

Congrats, Adalwolfe, you have rocketed yourself onto the People Worth Talking To list. Good job, buddy. Cheese moves a little closer, before sitting down near the bed, peering up at him.

"How're you doing? I saw that fight. You took one heck of a hit."

[wolfehawke]

"Pshh, you should see the other guy." Who actually probably fared better in the aftermath. Adalwolfe just got incredibly lucky with an uppercut that glanced off of the guy's chin but hit his nose so hard something splintered and he'd gone down like a rag doll. He probably has his nose all taped up and two black eyes aside from minor bruising, but Adalwolfe definitely took the brunt of it all.

"And what's wrong with being named after food? Food is great. Food doesn't throw you in prison telling the truth and then punch you until you fall down. Are people- er, ponies? Named for food often where you're from?" He's babbling maybe just a little.

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[wolfuncaged]

Hawkes and dragons. It's almost comforting to know at least one thing remains constant with you.

Yes. There's a dragon.

[wolfehawke]

And yet you fought it without me. I miss out on all the fun.

[He says, still sore from going twelve rounds with someone who must have been a bulldozer in another life.]

Really though, is everyone alright?

[wolfuncaged]

You were in jail. Would you rather we brought it to you?

[Oh look, his tone is almost joking. ]

Marian decided to try and take the thing on by herself, and get hurt in the process.

[Also she's a blood mage, and that knowledge is crawling into his insides, but he can't bring himself to talk about that. Not with anyone. ]

[wolfehawke]

Wouldn't that be a sight.

[He snorts in amusement, winces in pain, and resolves yet again to remember not to do that which he'll probably forget again the next time something's funny.

Of course, what Fenris says next is decidedly not funny, so there's no worry about his broken nose again for the moment. Marian trying to go against a dragon herself is par for the course, but blood magic is a surprise. A very unpleasant surprise. Anders had just come right out with it and it had been a nasty shock. How much worse would the discovery be for Fenris, when the only thing he and Anders ever had agreed on was how awful blood magic is?]

Yes, she was here actually. Easier on Anders to keep an eye on both of us at once.

[Adalwolfe licks his lips, mouth uncommonly dry.]

Are you alright?

[He doesn't expect a straight answer. In fact he expects a brush off, or a superficial acknowledgement of how he'd just fought a dragon so of course it would be a question someone would ask, even if it's clear Adalwolfe means it in the context of suddenly finding out someone very close to him has been keeping a monumental secret.

Unless he knew? Adalwolfe doubts that, considering Fenris' thoughts on blood mages, but stranger things have happened...

Either way, even if Fenris doesn't answer him, he doesn't hesitate to reach out regardless. This is the sort of thing that drove a rift before; he doesn't want to keep making the same mistakes.]

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[forcesensitive]

[Yo Hawke, it's an unfamiliar figure but one that was in the crowd during the fight. Moxie connections have their advantages.]

Oh, good. You're okay. I thought for sure that big guy broke some teeth or something. How'd you get into a prize fight, anyway?

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[wolfehawke]

He might have. I think one is chipped.

[He goes quiet for a moment, mouth closed but clearly feeling along his teeth with his tongue.]

Yeah, a small chip, but definitely there.

[He grins wide as if this is cause for amusement instead of worry.]

I got caught pretending to be Moxie to get into an event so they gave me a ringside seat. Just, y'know, on the inside of the ring.

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[forcesensitive]

Small price to pay for a fight like that. [It's totally a cause for amusement. Besides, that should be fixable with the right medicine, shouldn't it?]

Oh, man. No, they take these things seriously here. I had to bail out a couple of my friends already. [Baffling to him, but then he's used to following strict regulations.]

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[wolfehawke]

What, really? They let you do that?

[He didn't get the option of bail. Maybe they just thought he'd put up a good fight, who knows.]

Well, whatever. I bet I'll get a lot of coin for all that from sponsors. Everyone loves a good fight. What's your name, by the way?

Action; Recovery

[apurrstate]

Anders, for his part, looks like he's seen better days, but he's certainly a sight better than his partner currently laid out in his clinic.

He'd been going slow since Hawke had been released to his care, focusing first on that eye before Hawke could lose it and then moving on to other things. As his mana allowed, the dragon fight had taken all of it and he hadn't slept long enough between that and this morning's fight broadcast to get even half of it back.

He sighs but his head jerks up to Hawke's face when he begins to stir. "Welcome back. How do you feel?"

[wolfehawke]

"Never better," he grunts, though the inflection says 'like shit.'

Blinking against the somewhat harsh lights of the clinic, it takes a long moment to focus on Anders and stop seeing him in triplicate, which frankly is a very specific fantasy he's not entirely up to enacting about now. He stares for a long moment, processing, looking at Anders but not quite seeing him until his eyes finally focus and he grins. "Told you I'd be freed."

[apurrstate]

Anders huffed and shook his head, sending a small wave of healing magic to Adalwolfe's head before letting it spread to heal one of the last scratches he had. His own irritation aside, he'd never leave Hawke to bleed.

"Yes and now you're trapped in my care. Don't try to move too much, there's still quite a bit of damage." Torn and twisted muscles, huge bruises and welts. The cuts and scratches of split skin might be gone, but that was about all he'd managed so far. He hated having to go slow, especially when it came to Hawke.

[wolfehawke]

"Oh, trapped you say? Whatever will I do?" He chuckles softly, a husky edge to it, but it's a testament to how badly he still hurts that he doesn't immediately try to get out of bed.

"You didn't get my nose, did you? I thought that might look pretty wicked as it heals naturally and it might even leave a scar." Which is apparently a benefit.

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[ladybro]

Hey. Hawke. You put on a pretty good show.

[ -- kate had hung back from visiting him, allowing those from his world and those closest to him to take the reins on his recovery. what could she do but fuss and scold? and kate didn't like herself when she got scold-y. it puts her in mind of old arguments with clint. so she bides her time and waits for when she next catches hawke on the network. ]

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[wolfehawke]

[She already scolded him anyway, in the cell before the match. He's pleased, actually, that she cared enough to do that, and that she cares enough to call him now. He smiles, looking tired and worse for the wear with a nasty gash across his nose that's no longer bleeding.]

I try. So much for boring, right?

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[ladybro]

Far be it from me to cast stones, I suppose. [ she's plenty reckless all on her own. the persistent sling proves so. ] But -- you're alright, right?

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[wolfehawke]

I'll be fine. I have the best healer in the world looking after me.

[Which he says without a shred of irony. He loves Anders. Sometimes he wonders at himself that he doesn't get hurt just to have Anders take care of him.]

I might have a sling that matches yours for a bit though. I don't want him to overtax himself. He healed a lot of people after they fought that dragon. Did you hear about that, by the way? A dragon! I was in the wrong fight.