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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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...Yes. Those are all something you have familiar. It has been the same in each of the version of you I have met.
[It's comforting, but worrying. What was the factor that made her do different? He doesn't understand. ]
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The comparison has been drawn to you before, I'm sure, that apostates in southern Thedas have it no better than escaped slaves. It's basically true, and my family had three in those days, and it's so much harder to hide so many. Especially at young ages, before you learn real control. A child gets mad, as children do, but a mage's tantrum could light the curtains ablaze if unchecked.
[He sighs.]
We escaped the Templars many times, but always had to move. Near constant moving until Lothering, at least. So many times on the road we were beset by bandits or Templars or even just angry mobs who heard there might be mages among us. We had to protect ourselves. We had every right to.
[Wolfe gives a furtive glance to the video, biting the corner of his lip briefly.]
In the worst times, blood magic seemed a viable solution. There's a book I came across - I don't even remember how, but other versions may have as well - and it would have been so easy. They hated us anyway, so why not give them a real reason? Why not at least protect the people you love.
[He lets that hang there for a long moment, then shakes his head.]
I never did it, and it's still stupid and dangerous, but I can see how she could.
[With that he shrugs with one shoulder, finally able to look at the camera again.]
It's not something I think you have to abide, or even forgive, not that my opinion holds any weight, but at least try to understand.
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[He can understand WHY she wouldn't. She knew how he'd react. But it still feels like treachery. Betrayal. He'd allowed himself to trust her, and this is what he'd got. ]
You're right. I don't abide or forgive it. Blood magic is never the answer. I have seen it used too easily in Tevinter to see it any other way. Danarius used it often.
[And anything Danarius did left a bad taste in his mouth. ]
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[For all he's been reticent to look at the camera, now Wolfe's pale eyes are trained on Fenris with such intensity that it wouldn't be farfetched to say he could bore holes in the elf.]
You... met Bethany?
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Hm. She lives, in the Thedas I come from. It is Carver who died in Lothering. I am not sure why, every other Hawke I have met lost her on the road to Kirkwall.
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[He doesn't have words for all the things that go racing through him. To lose Carver would have been just as big of a hole, just as terrible, but to know that Bethany is alive somewhere, that alone is enough to make his eyes prickle. His baby sister, the only one of the five of them growing up who'd completely understood because she was living it too, she knew exactly what it was to have to hide yourself just because of a talent you were born to have, nothing asked for. When she'd died, he couldn't even grieve for her properly. Carver had blamed him, Mother had blamed him, he blamed himself above all. Didn't feel like he even had the right because he couldn't do the one thing he was supposed to do. Couldn't protect her. Couldn't save her.
He doesn't know either, why he and Marian had lost their sister and why Fenris' Hawke had not, but it's not his concern right now. No, he stares at Fenris with his heart in his throat. Ten years. Ten years he'd missed of her life, cut short in his Thedas as it was.]
What... how was she in Kirkwall? Was she safe? She was only eighteen when-- Fenris, please, you have to tell me everything.
[His voice is only a choke above a whisper.]
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She remained with us for a time. Travelled with us in the early years. I- admit, I have met no finer mage than her, back home. She is the first mage I ever learned to trust. She's a good person. Better than most of us, I'd wager.
[He genuinely learned to care for her. She taught him that not all mages were people just waiting to be corrupted. That some understood the danger of their abilities, that they needed to control them- to be aware that their gifts were incredible, but had to be handled with caution, lest the worst happened.
Bethany, he realises, is probably a big reason why he would take his Hawke's side in the upcoming battle. Her, and mages of her like, don't deserve to be cut down by a madwoman. .]
She stayed behind, when you- my Hawke, I mean- went into the Deep Roads with Merrill, Varric and Anders. During that time, the Templars came to your uncle's home, and arrested her.
[He raises a hand, knowing what sort of reaction this would get. He saw it first hand, after all. ]
She's fine. She passed her Harrowing. In fact, she's become rather high ranking within the circle. She's happy there, from what I can tell. She was alive and well, the last time I remembered home. Before- well. The Chantry.
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He was arrested?! She was Harrowed?!
[He lurches like he's about to try and get out of bed, as if there's someone he could fight over this, someone who could pay for taking his baby sister and putting her in that place where he's only heard of mages suffering. Every story of Templar abuse, every Tranquil he's ever met, every dead-eyed enchanter in the Gallows all rush into his mind at once and he has to fight has to save her from the Circle, the Templars, from Meredith--
Wolfe drops back against the pillows with a wheeze, one hand against his opposite shoulder as he gasps through a bright bloom of pain, spiraling across his chest and down his injured arm. He lays there a long moment, panting at the ceiling, tears shed just from the pressure of it all though he will never admit to crying.
Several minutes after he's forced to calm down by his own battered body, he finally turns his attention back to Fenris.]
He couldn't protect her either, your Hawke.
[I couldn't protect her.]
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[It's an attempt at comfort, at least. Garrett - his version of Garrett - blamed himself, a lot. Of course, it ended up in a shouting match between them, as it always did between them, but Fenris could at least see the man had been hurting.
Every time he's told this story to a Hawke, the reaction has been the same. Hawke, it seems, always has a penchant for blaming themselves when it comes to loved ones being in situations they don't think is best for them. ]
...But she seems to be happy. She isn't suffering.
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[He looks hard at Fenris, mouth a thin line of anger.]
She made jokes. Tried to get us all to laugh. Tried to make us feel better and not worry even though it was our fault she'd been injured and needed to be sewn back together. She's my sister, Fenris. I've known her all her life. You have no idea.
[He narrows his eyes just a little.]
Do you know what they do in the Gallows in particular? Did you and your party deal with Ser Alrick and his 'Tranquil solution'? Even without that extreme example, did you ever hear people talking around Kirkwall? How suicide was the most common death for a mage? How the Templars beat their charges and no one said a thing? How Templars went into mages' chambers to do Maker knows what and threatened them with tranquility if they told a soul? And my sister, sweet Bethany who never hurt anyone in her life, you're telling me she's happy there? That just being kept in a place that vile isn't suffering?!
[He's yelling now, leaning into the camera, breathing hard as his injuries prevent him from doing much else. It's clear enough just with this that he is as livid as if Fenris told him he put Bethany there himself.]
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But lately, he's been reminded why that hatred had formed in the first place. When he speaks, his voice is gruff, distant. He's holding onto his temper. Just. ]
The idea of the Circle is much more terrifying than the reality of it. Those were her words.
[Calm. Inhale. Exhale. ]
Do not speak to me of suffering. I know what suffering is, and what I saw in the Gallows was not that. Not by a long shot. Regardless, what fate would you have rather her faced? To be hidden away while Meredith became more dangerous? In the Circle, she was at least already there. You know how Meredith dealt with Apostates towards the end. She would have likely been killed.
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[He punches his finger at the screen in accusation, too angry to remember that he'd wanted to fix this, or maybe too angry to care.]
You think you're the only person in the world to ever suffer? Being a slave is terrible, no one's ever disputed that, but it doesn't mean you get to be an asshole and tell everyone else their pain doesn't matter because yours is worse. Get off your high-fucking-horse and come talk to me when you finally understand that there are more sides to every story than what you think you know, and it's not a Maker-damned competition.
[He hangs up before Fenris has the chance to hang up on him first, hating himself a little more in each passing moment of silence after that bleeds him out of anger.
Marker's balls.]