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driftfleet2016-09-09 09:39 am
wolfehawke) wrote in driftfleet2016-09-09 09:39 am
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[OTA] I am my own man, I make my own luck
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?
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?
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He so didn't, but luckily for Adalwolfe, Cheese has precisely zero inclination to not lie when he feels the need to. He gives a soft, horsey snort in response. Wow if only he knew.
"I know, right? No one here gets that," he smiles and shrugs. "Some are, but not all. We all have different names, but nothing plain like you hear on Earth. Like Bob. Or Judith. What sort of names are those?"
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"I dunno, normal ones for humans I guess? I'm not from Earth but we have names like that for humans. But Earth is a dumb name too, isn't it? Calling your world 'dirt'? What's that about?" Seriously, it's been bothering him.
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"Tell me about it. It's even weirder for me because that's what my race is called. Earth ponies, as in actual dirt," there's a pause, because he's aware he should explain that a little more, given this guy probably knows little about pony culture. "We're the only race that can grow food and tend the land y'see. Only kind of pony strong enough to do it. But still. Race name, not planet name. Calling your planet 'dirt' is just....weird."
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What counted as a sentient species in his world was a;ways something of a slippery slope.
"But yeah! There's earth ponies, like me. Then there's unicorns who can cast spells and Pegasi who can fly and control the weather," he pauses. "There's also alicorns who are a combo of all three, but they're created. There's only four of them, they rule our land."
There's five now, one born, but he has no idea about that little world breaker so.
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He looks at Cheese with a solemn expression, as if imparting something very important. "Dragons are awesome."
Wait, hold on. "How do you 'create' a... what, a king pony? That's strong and can fly and do magic?"
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Also part of the elite. Unicorns can be pretty snobbish but that's what happens when you're almost all upper class. He pulls a face at the dragon thing.
"Dragons kinda...eat us. Or attack us and THEN eat us," he gives a shrug. "They have their own lands away from Equestria, but sometimes they show up if they're migrating or hunting and it's never good for us."
This is what happens when your major sentient races are largely herbivores. Got to have a predator to step in to be in their buisness all the time.
"Oh...no, there aren't any kings. Well...they was, but he was kind of a dictator and that was a thousand years ago...plus he wasn't an alicorn," Sombra was just nothing good at all ever. "Our four rulers are all Princesses. And I think they had to do something special???"
He's not sure himself. He never got involved.
"Pinkie can tell you more. Her best friend is the last alicorn to ascend."
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"Princesses? If they rule, wouldn't they be queens?" If there's no king, then... or maybe not. Every place from a small village to an empire has a different kind of ruler. But that kind of bothers him, really. "What about if there's a male alicorn? Would he still be a princess?"
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He doesn't sound convinced, but the tiny one that hung around with Princess Twilight seemed okay.
"I get asked that a lot, here. We never think about it in Equestria. I think they just like to be called Princesses," Cheese scrunches up his muzzle in thought.
A male alicorn? Even the idea sounds weird.
"...I don't really know. There's never been one. We have a couple of princess, but that;s because they're related to the Princesses by blood or marriage," and even then, they're few and far between. "It's just normal for mares to be in positions of power, it's worked pretty well for us, honestly."
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Which... makes him kind of curious, actually. "So, uh... these alicorns, you said they do magic, right?"
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Until, once again, a lady came in and started to fix it. Ladies fix everything. That's the lesson Equestrians always take with them.
"Uh huh. Princess Celestia raises and lowers the sun, and looks after the daytime, Luna does the same with the moon, guards the night and watches over our dreams," he smiles wide, Luna is always his favourite. "Princess Cadence guards the Crystal Empire; which keeps our whole world protected and in harmony, and is the Princess of Love. Princess Twilight is the Princess of Friendship, she...well, she makes friendship work through the world, but she and her friends also protect us from whatever threat is attacking Equestria that month."
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"Doesn't friendship just sort of... happen?"
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DO ponies who live in houses pay taxes? Probably. He has no idea.
""It does, but then there are friendship problems, that Princess Twilight and her friends deal with? I don't quite get how it all works, but I know they use their friendship magic to defend the realm and make sure we don't get murdered horribly, so it must be good."
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Maybe they could have used a little of that on Meredith and prevented the whole grisly business in Kirkwall. Wouldn't that be hilarious.
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He taps his forehooves together, frowning. He knows only what Pinkie's told him about after all that. The first part was easy, every mare, stallion and foal knew THAT story. How the new element bearers stepped up and saved Equestria- continued to save it.
"They had to give up the physical elements, but they were still connected to the force that protected the world. I think it's been going for a long time. Even the foundation of our country was created by friendship. Its a real, old, protective magic."
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But even as unobservant as Cheese usually is, he can see Adalwolfe is tired. He needs time to recover, given the scrap he was in. So, the pony offer a small smile.
"But that can be a story for another time. Looks like you're beat."
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Right? 'Cause he got beat up?
"You're a funny guy, Cheese. We should hang out later, once I'm stable enough to leave here."
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"I'd like that. You seem a pretty hay-larious kind of guy."
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"Alright, alright, you win. I don't think I can take much more punishment for now."
Okay maybe he had one more in him.
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"That's okay, we got plenty of time for more, later. Rest up, I'll see you soon."
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