marian hawke ⚔ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴍᴘɪᴏɴ (
ofkirkwall) wrote in
driftfleet2017-10-31 09:15 am
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we're still wide awake
Who: hawke & you.
Broadcast: n/a.
Action: literal hell planet.
When: today my dudes.
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.

no subject
He barely pulls away enough to just get a look at her and make sure there were no obvious wounds even as he sends a bit of mana her way just to soothe and calm.]
I could ask you the same question, especially since one of us was stuck up a tree and the other wasn't. [His tone made it clear he expected an answer, even as he continued assessing.]
no subject
Physically she is mostly unhurt, save scrapes here and there, and the noticeable burn above her eye where a nasty head wound had once been. It's more than obvious that she had sealed it with her magic, her lack of healing spells supplemented by burning it closed. ]
Well you see... [ Marian laughs a little. ] I had asked them nicely not to kidnap and eat me, but they were rather insistent so I had to respond with a fireball. They didn't take that well.