we're still wide awake

[ofkirkwall]

Who: hawke & you.
Broadcast: n/a.
Action: literal hell planet.
When: today my dudes.

( a. ) planetside; HIDE AND GO SEEK.

[ To say Marian Hawke has been having a bad few days might be putting things a little lightly. She has a terrible few weeks, even a month! It's been one thing after another with little bright spots in between. Tiny little spots, practically swallowed by the rest of the shit in between.

Today is not exception. After having the wonderful idea of wandering off by herself Hawke has found herself in a pickle, one of many future pickles she is sure, a rather annoying one at that. Curled up in a tree, hugging her staff, watching as the four Vizeiri men comb the undergrowth for her. They're mad, she understands that, most people get angry when you throw a fireball in their faces but she had hoped they would have lost interest by now. Maybe the fireball made it personal, or maybe they're really hungry?

Either way she's stuck, unable to throw another spell or risk passing out from lack of mana, and to tired to physically put up a fight. ]

This was a terrible idea.


( b. ) planetside; DEAR CANNIBALS, I'M NAPPING COME BACK LATER.

[ Eventually there is no fighting off sleep. Mana deprivation, lack of sleep, exhaustion in her limbs, all of it slams into her like a tone of bricks. Any longer and she is like to pass out in the open and become some cannibals meal. So she searches for some sort of shelter, something to keep her safe from wandering Vizeiri or any other predators out there.

Unfortunately all she finds a small outcropping of rocks half hidden by some underbrush. Better than nothing right? It is by no means comfortable but she is so tired that she could barely care, crawling into the space and collapsing into a ball, staff held close to her chest. Sleep comes quickly, though not before she leaves a parting note, just in case:

DEAR CANNIBAL, MONSTER, OR OTHERWORLDLY BEING,
I AM VERY TIRED AND DECIDED TO TAKE A NAP
IF YOU TRULY WISH TO DEVOUR ME PLEASE COME BACK LATER
YOURS TRULY,
MARIAN HAWKE

Perfect. ]

( c. ) planetside; I'M NOT LOST, YOU'RE LOST.

[ Perhaps she was heading back with you to one of the crashed ship, or perhaps she was leading you to somewhere relatively safe. Whatever it was it has gone incredibly awry and she is now incredibly lost. She had marked that tree at least half an hour ago and she has passed it at least four times. Oh, this is bad, this is terrible. Being lost is always irritating but being lost on a planet full of cannibals? A hundred times worse, at least!

Frustrated Hawke plops down on a nearby moss covered rock, scowling at the ground. ]

This isn't my fault, I just want to let you know that in case we get ambushed by lunatics.

Comments

b; i can't not

[bryces_pup]

[Riona doesn't believe what she sees for a moment, she'll be honest.

But as she comes closer, she gets a better look and, yep. That's a note someone left. When she reads it through and see who signed it, she can't help but laugh. Because only Marian Hawke would leave a note for the cannibals in the hopes they'd let her sleep.]

Oh, Marian. [Well, it earned a laugh. That's more than she's done lately. Still, she peers inside the underbrush, making sure Marian's okay and didn't actually get eaten. Because the cannibals don't strike Riona as particularly courteous.]

[ofkirkwall]

[ She honestly has no idea how long she had been asleep but it was absolutely wonderful. Up until the moment that something broke her from that sleep, of course. A sound, something she doesn't make out in the haze of sleep, makes Hawke jerk awake, springing up in a mess of limbs and crackling energy. ]

Riona?

[bryces_pup]

[Whoops sorry Hawke. Riona holds out her hands defensively.]

Yes, just me! So sorry, I just wanted to make sure our local cannibals didn't decide to be rude and ignore your note.

[A pause.]

It was a nice touch, I'll give you that.

[ofkirkwall]

[ Don't sneak up on a sleeping Hawke, it's bad for your health! She quickly shakes her hands and the energy dissipates, nervous laughter bubbling past her lips. Thank the Maker it was only Riona. ]

Ahaha, why thank you. I pride myself on stuff like that.

[ Just give her another moment or two, she needs to get her heart rate down. ]

A

[apurrstate]

[He was getting better, at least. One bad thing about not being able to heal yourself was that healing at your own body's pace took agonizingly long. He still didn't regret stepping between Fenris and a fatal blow, but Maker, were the consequences painful. Though perhaps still not as bad as that conversation they'd had after.

But despite the pain that still lanced through him now and again, he was well enough to limp along at a reasonable pace with the help of Felix's cane. And since he wasn't bothering with trying to heal himself, that left the mana he could generate good for fighting.

So, obviously, he was well enough to head out alone and hunt for resources he knew the ship was running low on.

It was the Vizeiri rustling around in the undergrowth that warned Anders of the danger without even knowing who was up in the tree. They were between him and where he was headed and they were generally a nasty sort, so that meant dispatching them. Preferably quickly and without alerting them to his presence before it was too late for them.

He sank into the shadow of a tree and let the mana build around him and slowly fill the air. Marian might recognize the electric tang of Anders' magic or, at least, the feeling of a Tempest brewing. Clouds came from nowhere and darkened the sky immediately around the tree the men had gathered. Without barely a crackle of warning, long bolts of lightning tore down from the sky onto the men below, baking the blood in their veins and stopping their hearts.

The bolts came down a few more times (hopefully not striking anyone Unknown in the tree) before the miniature storm dissipated. It hadn't lasted nearly as long as it probably should have, but it had done the job and that was all that mattered.]

[ofkirkwall]

[ It's familiar, both comforting and not at the same time, without realizing it she braces herself against the tree watching the Tempest gathering. The Vizeiri were dead they just didn't know it yet and if she moved she might join their number, so she holds herself tight against the branches and waits.

The storm crackles unleashes it fury against the men, there is barely enough time for them to scream before their hearts stop and they slump to the ground. Marian all but holds her breath until the clouds dissipate, hair on the back of her neck standing up on end.

So, she didn't get zapped and her hunters are dead. Her fingers are shaking but she's alive. Now for her savoir... ]

Hello?

[ A part of her hopes that she had been imagining things, that the magic she felt wasn't Anders because that meant he was trapped on the planet, as was Wolfe and Fenris. But disaster never skirted them by like that, it always had to sweep them up for the ride.

Andraste's tits, she hopes it him and hopes it isn't at the same time. ]

Anders? Is that you?

[apurrstate]

[He lets out a slightly shaky breath to himself. He didn't doubt the spell's effectiveness, but he had underestimated how much it would take out of him. Not too much, but more than he'd expected, he was definitely still recovering.

But any thought to himself falls silent with that familiar voice calling his name. The healer hobbled out from his hiding place to come into view of the tree...and the bird apparently stuck in it.]

Marian! Were those men after you? Nevermind, of course they were. [She was a Hawke, after all; danger followed her like a lost puppy.] Are you all right?

[ofkirkwall]

[ Sweet Maker is she relieved to see a friendly face, so much so that tears start to sting the corners of her eyes as he hobbles out. Of all the people to find her, of course it is Anders. He always had a knack for finding her when she was in dangerous, and stupid, situations.

Marian laughs, breathless, and all but falls out of the tree in a half-hearted attempt to jump down. Though it doesn't seem to slow her down much even as she hits the ground with a heavy thud and a mutter 'Ow', she's up again without missing a beat, half falling upon Anders with an exhausted hug. ]

I can't begin to tell you how happy I am to see you. [ Beyond happy, ecstatic even. ] What are you doing out there alone?

[ Is she ignoring his question? Yes, yes she is. ]

c.

[wolfehawke]

[Adalwolfe isn't angry at all, mostly just exhausted as he plunks himself down next to Marian on the ground, using the rock to keep himself propped up instead of just laying down and risking dropping to sleep right then on the damp and uncomfortable forest floor. Not the best plan with cannibals around.]

Of course not. I wouldn't dream of blaming you for taking us about in circles.

[He sets his makeshift staff aside - just a tall and sturdy stick he's been using more for aid walking than in casting - and leans down to rub at his leg. It's been almost an hour since they left the communications tower to head back to the nearest crashed ship. The Tourist needs some parts that Wolfe intends to get from one of the other crews if he can, but that goal has been delayed somewhat.

Not that Wolfe cares just at the moment. He glances up at Marian from under the fringe of his hair.]

Thanks for the break, I was starting to flag.

[ofkirkwall]

My sense of direction is perfect.

[ It's not and they both know it, but still she makes the proclamation mostly for her own pride and the hilarity of it. But in all honesty she can't be blamed for it really, the place is unfamiliar and difficult to navigate. Maybe if she sprouted wings she could find where they need to go easier unfortunately such gifts are beyond her.

Maybe in another life time.

Marian shifts herself towards him, leaning a little against his back. As uncomfortable as it is the temptation to sleep is strong, to just close her eyes right here and now. ]

Of course. That was my plan all along, this spot just looked like it might be comfortable.

[ She offers him a tired smile, reaching to ruffle his hair a little. ]

[wolfehawke]

Perfectly backwards.

[He laughs a bit, leaning into her hair ruffling.]

It is comfortable though. Better than the softest wyvern-down. Or that could be the exhaustion talking.

[Wolfe runs a hand over his face, tugging his beard briefly to also try and stay awake.]

At least there's no one complaining about aching feet or the dirt or the weather or anything.

[By which he means he misses his - their - companions.]

[ofkirkwall]

Shut up.

[ They have each other at the very least, which is better than going through this trek alone. Even so she understands his feelings better than anyone. Even with Fenris and Anders here she misses the others; Aveline, Merrill, Varric, Sebastian, all of them. Absently she reaches for the signet ring around her neck and chuckles. ]

Right? They always complained so much, but none of them wanted to do the leading.

B

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris knows he is probably the last person Marian ever wants to see- but he hopes he ranks at least slightly above the cannibals trying to kill them all. When he finds her note, he sighs, not able to believe she's done something so foolish- but at the same time being able to believe it very much.

He peers in to check she's there and alive, before moving to patrol the general area. He can at least keep her safe from danger while she rests. At this point, it's quite frankly the absolute least he can do for her. ]

[ofkirkwall]

[ It could have been as simple as the snapping of a twig or the sound of a far off carnivore, but either way something drags her from her slumber. However it is by no means gentle she wakes with a sudden jerk, eyes wide and breathing heavy, fingers curled tightly around her staff. A part of her expects something vicious, something cruel, a terrible carnivore come to have a snack, or maybe a group of lunatics. She doesn't, however, expect to be staring at the back of Fenris' head and to makes her heart seize in her chest.

Shit.

Only then does she realize that in her waking she had pointed the bladed end of her staff to his back, poised to pierce his skin and sever his spine. Her eyes go wide and panic wraps around her throat, the staff drops with a sudden and loud clatter as she backs up into the alcove. Shit, shit, shit.

Hands go up to hold her head, rubbing the sleep from her eyes hoping that might be enough to cover the sheer amount of panic written all across her face. Hawke laughs awkwardly, a hand moving from her face into her messy mop of hair. ]

Geeze, don't sneak up on me like that. I almost skewered you.

[wolfuncaged]

[He hadn't noticed the way she'd pointed her staff blade...probably a good thing. He does turn at the sound of the clatter- glad to see she's still fine. She really was just sleeping. He tries and fails to offer up a smile- when he speaks, his tone is considerably strained. He's trying, he really is, but this...is not an ideal situation. He'd rather go back to avoiding her and his guilt concerning her forever. ]

That would have been unpleasant.

[He remains calm. No sudden moves. ]

Perhaps it would have been wiser to sleep somewhere other than the forest full of people who wish to kill you ?

[ofkirkwall]

[ It's not ideal in the slightest. Nothing was okay between them ever since this whole mess started and she even went so far as to make things worse, now is just... Terrible. Emotional wounds surge with renewed life just having him here, strain quick to find her voice and her face. ]

Yeah, just a little.

[ She looks down at her staff where it had fallen, then back up at Fenris. Shit, shit, shit. ]

It's not like I had much choice. [ Bitterness is to quick to find her voice and she has to force herself to laugh. ] There aren't many safe places out here and I'm practically tapped out.

B

[uwannagobro]

[ As much as he'd like to say that he was some sort of unstoppable beast, capable of going for days without sleep or rest... well, that'd be pure bullshit. The still-healing gashes on his back are itchy, the strap of fabric he'd been using to tie back his hair and snapped again, and he'd run out of alcohol two days ago. So maybe it was nap time for this particular daemon to get back his energy. ]

[ Hey, daemons need their rest too. ]

[ The only problem is finding somewhere he could actually rest long enough for it to be meaningful. He manages to find himself a spot, well covered, and defensible should he get another opportunity to fight those fleeing bastards. ]

[ And of course, it's occupied. ]

[ Leaning over, he picks up the note to squint at it, pushing his wilder-than-usual hair out of his eyes for a clear view, paying little heed to the fact that this person might be on full alert even while sleeping, as he would have been. But surely the sight of a mildly feral looking daemon with one glowing eye won't be an alarming sight to someone waking up on crazy hunter planet. ]

Man... when'd you even fall asleep? If you're gonna wake up soon, I want your spot.

[ofkirkwall]

[ It is definitely up there on one of the most alarming things to ever wake up to. If she had a choice she would definitely not wish to wake up to that, but unfortunately she doesn't. The sound of a voice stirs her from her sleep, causing a string of unhappy groans to pass by her lips. Despite the rest she feels utterly terrible, soreness spreads through her limbs and her throat feels dry from a lack of drinkable water.

But all of that takes an immediate back seat to the glowing red eye that greets her as she wakes. Shit! Hawke scrambles up to the best of her ability, sleep clouded eyes wide and hand out stretched, purple sparks dancing between her fingertips. It takes a moment of sharp breathing to realize the man before her isn't a threat, a moment for the last remnants for her rest to leave and aches to take it's place. ]

You... [ Is he friendly? Well, he looks as terrible as she does but he isn't trying to eat her. That's a place. ] You really shouldn't sneak up on someone like that, there are cannibals in these woods.

[ That's right laugh it off, the heart attack, the fact she still has her slightly sparking hand pointed in his direction. All of it. ]

B

[whatisright]

[Justice stumbles onto the outcropping of rock by accident. It's only luck that makes him find the note before he investigates the presence he suddenly feels when he's almost right on top of it.

The presence is similar, but not identical to another presence Justice knows. The note--the judgment of which Justice questions--is signed off Marian Hawke. Perhaps she is related to Anders' boyfriend? That would explain why she feels similar.

Justice considers waking her up, but mortals are never happy when they're woken up. He considers leaving her there, but it seems like a bad idea to leave a sleeping human alone in cannibal-infested wilderness.

He decides to keep watch instead and use the time to sort through his growing collection of Vieziri artifacts in (perhaps vain) hope that he will be able to put together where they all come from if he has enough artifacts. He sits near the outcropping, arranging the masks and weapons he's collected on the ground and staring at them like they owe him money. He keeps his senses strained for any sign of an approaching hunter, but otherwise, he is still as a statue, not even moving to breathe or blink.]

[ofkirkwall]

[ At the very least she appreciates the fact he let her rest, taking watch instead so that she isn't eaten by something terrible. Even if waking brings with it the shock of finding someone, or something, nearby. It is a gentle waking in comparison to what it could have been, Hawke stirring slowly from her curled up position. The rest helped, certainly, though her entire body still aches and her throat feels dry. She is rubbing her eyes when she spots him, her heart leaping into her throat and limbs tensing.

For a moment Hawke debates attacking him when he is distracted, but instead her fingers lay still.

There is a feeling in the air, something that comes off the eerily still man (?????) arranging his things upon the ground. It's familiar, a sensation most only feel in their dreams but for Hawke? Well, she's felt it before. It reminds her of the feeling she got whenever Justice would surface in Anders, that traces of the Fade that surrounded him. But it couldn't be Justice, right? They were separated ages go and the spirit seemingly returned to the Fade, or at least that is what they all hoped.

Still...

Running a hand through her hair she tries to shake the feeling in vain, faking some sort of yawn. ]

Morning.

[whatisright]

[It is not a surprise when she speaks. Even without looking up, he can feel her shifting. She is close enough that his ability to sense her isn't too disrupted.

Justice almost corrects her--it is not morning, it is midday, turning to afternoon--but then he remembers that 'morning' is just a general greeting for when someone wakes up after sleeping. So he lets go of that correction and nods to acknowledge her, though he doesn't look up from his project.]

To you as well.

[He pulls his bag towards him, eyes still fixed on the items on the ground, and pulls out a bottle of water. It is untouched because he doesn't drink water, but he's kept it around for the mortals he might encounter. He holds it out to her in offering. He remembers Anders telling him that drinking water is much more important for a mortal than eating food.] I hope you rested enough. One should not stay in a single place for long out here.

[ofkirkwall]

[ He's a strange one, isn't he? Her mind and eyes free of sleep she tries to get a better look at him, searching for anything she could possibly see. Ha, looks about as terrible as she does if not worse, almost as though he is a walking corpse─ didn't Anders once mention that Justice possessed a corpse? It was why he eventually needed another host... Huh.

Without giving it much thought Hawke reaches for the bottle, quick to unscrew and take a long drink. She hadn't realized how much she needed it until she started drinking, the liquid more than a little refreshing. The bottle is practically empty by the time she answers him, a little breathless but certainly content. ]

It could have been better, sleeping on dirt has never really been comfortable. [ There is dirt in her hair now mixing in with leaves and blood, not a bad look really. ] But nothing tried to eat me as I slept so it was pretty good.

[ It's the little victories. ]

b

[samahl]

[Cyril has taken to combing the woods and laying small traps and other things that can help catch the raiders (non-lethal for now, not wanting to accidentally harm any of the Fleet), but that does mean that he has a few of them when he stumbles upon Hawke's note.

After a moment, he adds to it.

Dearest Champion,
See below a pack of assorted traps and items you can use to protect yourself while attempting to nap.
Also, there is a Dalish elf in the trees nearby.
Provided he also hasn't attempted to catch some beauty sleep.
After all, how else will he stun the cannibals into submissions by his charm alone?
Yours,
Cyril Lavellan

Then he draws an arrow pointing to the bag he's left her and sticks around just as the note implies to keep watch so that she isn't alone.

Thedosians have to stick together after all, don't they?]

[ofkirkwall]

[ She sleeps some time and when she wakes she barely feels rested, her entire body still aching in more ways than she can count. But at least she slept, at least she has given herself time to recharge a little. Though it surprises her to wake unmolested, safe from lunatics or other beasts that roam the planet and accompanied by a bag?

It's the first thing she notices as she rubs the sleep from her eyes, looking around for whoever could have left it before spotting the note. Groggily she reads it but the message makes it through regardless and Hawke laughs, glancing at the pack again before looking up into the trees. ]

You up there, Inky? [ Whispered as loud as she can she puts aside the note, reaching for the pack of traps and other assorted items. If he doesn't answer then perhaps he is napping up there, or maybe he left. Truly she hopes that isn't the case, she has to thank him for the assorted items. ]

[samahl]

I am.

[He comes down carefully and lands near her.]

Did you rest well, Champy?