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T E S T D R I V E |
"living is an act of courage."
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"Four months now, give or take a year." Fareeha still wasn't sure how to categorize the odd time-sink year that had been lost with the bug people, which made answering this question honestly a bit complicated. Still, she wanted to give this woman the best possible answer to properly prepare her for the kind of odd adventures they found themselves in here. "It has been pretty eventful."
It's made her a little on edge, truth be told, and Sombra might see that in the way she tensed when the hacker seeming appeared out of nowhere. She did her best to hide it, though; pride ran deep with this one. "You're in for a bit of a ride."
It's made her a little on edge, truth be told, and Sombra might see that in the way she tensed when the hacker seeming appeared out of nowhere. She did her best to hide it, though; pride ran deep with this one. "You're in for a bit of a ride."
[ it's ronan's adam. holy shit, it's seriously ronan's adam. ronan's adam, who he was certain would leave him behind thinking he'd been abandoned, who ronan thought he'd never see again, who ronan's so stupid in love with, holy shit.
ronan's going to crap himself.
time for another weird moment with uncle andyr - his hands come up, touching either side of adam's head, as a huge grin spreads across his face. ] Yes.
[ it's unclear if that's supposed to be an answer to adam's question, or just an exclamation of victory, but andyr whips around too quickly to clarify. ]
Follow. [ just that, and he starts off towards the jeeps, stopping after a few steps to look back, waving adam along impatiently. come on, world ruler, you have a boyfriend to save. ]
ronan's going to crap himself.
time for another weird moment with uncle andyr - his hands come up, touching either side of adam's head, as a huge grin spreads across his face. ] Yes.
[ it's unclear if that's supposed to be an answer to adam's question, or just an exclamation of victory, but andyr whips around too quickly to clarify. ]
Follow. [ just that, and he starts off towards the jeeps, stopping after a few steps to look back, waving adam along impatiently. come on, world ruler, you have a boyfriend to save. ]
I'm not a dragon age but I just made a sound of joy
sketchycharacter
2016-12-03 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Nate's on his way through the camp to find his wife when he's distracted by a fairly impressive round of cursing. Both the duration and emphasis are notable, and he's heard some excellent cursing in his time.]
Uh, yeah. What you said? Same here.
Uh, yeah. What you said? Same here.
[Fareeha watches him struggle with the door - trying not to be overt, but drawn at the way someone of his stature is having such an issue with a door of that poor make. Eventually unable to let him bruise his dignity further (and possibly adding to it tenfold herself), she walks over, sets a hand on the edge of the door, and easily swings it open.]
[For all his struggle she's almost surprised it was that easy, but she;s here to help him, so after an awkward moment of confusion, she adds,]
Looks like you loosed it up, at least?
[For all his struggle she's almost surprised it was that easy, but she;s here to help him, so after an awkward moment of confusion, she adds,]
Looks like you loosed it up, at least?
[Adam tenses at the other suddenly touching him but the grin makes him relax. The guy doesn't seem like a threat. Maybe everything is fine -- except the fact that his watch is fused into his skin. That's not really fine.]
Okay. [Adam will follow anywhere if he thinks Ronan is going to be where ever it is they're going so he doesn't hesitate to do so even though he's feeling almost numb from the amount of shocks that have just occurred.
Maybe it was Ronan's dream still after all... but if that was so why couldn't he feel Cabeswater?]
Okay. [Adam will follow anywhere if he thinks Ronan is going to be where ever it is they're going so he doesn't hesitate to do so even though he's feeling almost numb from the amount of shocks that have just occurred.
Maybe it was Ronan's dream still after all... but if that was so why couldn't he feel Cabeswater?]
Mettaton is far from pleased that Chara had gotten away--what was wrong with them?! Sure, they were incredibly unsettling before. Aloof, unkind...all of it and more still. But Mettaton couldn't shake the discomfort and the very real prickle of apprehension he feels at their continued behavior. Their words, their smile...what normal person behaves that way?
That said, he doesn't balk away. As far as he's concerned, they're on even ground, because Chara is still only a human. And right now, he has about the same strength of a human and although he won't admit it, no access to his magic. That can be both a boon and a detriment.
He chooses to see how it plays out.
"Yes, I will," he says with a self-assured tone he hasn't used in months. "I will drag you kicking and screaming back to the rest of the crew, if I must."
That said, he doesn't balk away. As far as he's concerned, they're on even ground, because Chara is still only a human. And right now, he has about the same strength of a human and although he won't admit it, no access to his magic. That can be both a boon and a detriment.
He chooses to see how it plays out.
"Yes, I will," he says with a self-assured tone he hasn't used in months. "I will drag you kicking and screaming back to the rest of the crew, if I must."
[ A head pokes around some of the wreckage when Rhodey calls out, and speak of the devil, he might just get to field his complaint directly. ]
Rhodey?
[ He sounds disbelieving, but immediately abandons the scavenging he'd been elbow-deep in (which is a feat, Rhodey should be honored.) The armor is unmistakable - he did make it, after all. ]
You asshole, you're a good six months late. [ Disbelief morphs into something distinctly like relief, though it naturally doesn't translate in the words themselves. There's a beat, and then: ] ... What the hell did you do to your armor?
[ That seems like the most pressing question here, of the many, many options. ]
Rhodey?
[ He sounds disbelieving, but immediately abandons the scavenging he'd been elbow-deep in (which is a feat, Rhodey should be honored.) The armor is unmistakable - he did make it, after all. ]
You asshole, you're a good six months late. [ Disbelief morphs into something distinctly like relief, though it naturally doesn't translate in the words themselves. There's a beat, and then: ] ... What the hell did you do to your armor?
[ That seems like the most pressing question here, of the many, many options. ]
[ good, not throwing a fit about it, because andyr's bad at calming people down or deescalating basically anything. it's sort of adorable, the way he follows with only having heard his name. whatever ronan thought about this boy leaving him behind was clearly a load of crap.
hopefully, at least. ronan deserves someone willing to follow him to the ends of the earth. he deserves a chance at a life. hopefully, that's this boy. curious and eager for proof on how all this works, he turns, walking backwards as he leads, to face Adam. ]
How long has he been gone for you back home? Did you notice him gone at all?
hopefully, at least. ronan deserves someone willing to follow him to the ends of the earth. he deserves a chance at a life. hopefully, that's this boy. curious and eager for proof on how all this works, he turns, walking backwards as he leads, to face Adam. ]
How long has he been gone for you back home? Did you notice him gone at all?
But they're not a normal person, are they? They're a demon. Anomaly. Not the greatest person. Clearly not human, so they should keep pretending to be one. That's the common consensus. Something lower than anything human or monster, and they accept that title easily, gladly.
They have always been honest about what they are.
For the first time, their lips part in a bright flash of teeth, a crescent of white stretching cleanly over their features.
"I see," says the child.
He has made himself perfectly clear. He knows best for them. He knows that they cannot be trusted to make their own decisions, to know that they are far too toxic and hateful to be allowed near something as delicate and perfect as Asriel. He made his ideal ending utterly plain to them, over their decomposing body, their grave. They are not the greatest person. They were always better off dead.
They'd known that long before he said it, of course. It should not have stung. And it didn't. It couldn't. Wouldn't. They would not allow it to.
"In that case," they add, one side of their smile curling upwards in something approximating a sneer, "I wish you luck on your ill-fated endeavor."
They have always been honest about what they are.
For the first time, their lips part in a bright flash of teeth, a crescent of white stretching cleanly over their features.
"I see," says the child.
He has made himself perfectly clear. He knows best for them. He knows that they cannot be trusted to make their own decisions, to know that they are far too toxic and hateful to be allowed near something as delicate and perfect as Asriel. He made his ideal ending utterly plain to them, over their decomposing body, their grave. They are not the greatest person. They were always better off dead.
They'd known that long before he said it, of course. It should not have stung. And it didn't. It couldn't. Wouldn't. They would not allow it to.
"In that case," they add, one side of their smile curling upwards in something approximating a sneer, "I wish you luck on your ill-fated endeavor."
Yes, yes. Unfortunately.
[How are all these people appearing around here? Can't you show up in the wreckage of the Ingress room like normal people. A woman with a long staff that glows at the end is coming towards him. When she sees him, all in his War Machine get up, she raises an eyebrow and cocks her head to the side.]
So are you Stark's brother or his boyfriend in this-[She gives the armor a good tap with the bottom of her staff.] weird metal man cult.
[How are all these people appearing around here? Can't you show up in the wreckage of the Ingress room like normal people. A woman with a long staff that glows at the end is coming towards him. When she sees him, all in his War Machine get up, she raises an eyebrow and cocks her head to the side.]
So are you Stark's brother or his boyfriend in this-[She gives the armor a good tap with the bottom of her staff.] weird metal man cult.
[While he isn't exactly a social butterfly right now, Mettaton can sympathize with someone who's confused by what's going on. He can feel for this guy being pulled in through the Ingress and getting one hell of a case of whiplash.
Mettaton was just, you know. Used to it. Sympathy of course, makes it so that he doesn't get aggravated when he's stopped from walking aimlessly along. In fact, once he gets a better look at the colonel, his one visible eyebrow raises.
Yeah.
Rhodey pulled aside a seven-foot pink-accented robot for questioning, and yet he's getting the nonplussed looks.]
You are in space, darling. Welcome. If you have any more specific questions, I would be happy to help answer them.
Though perhaps you can answer one of mine as well. [The human gets a quick up and down glance.] Are you familiar with Tony Stark?
Mettaton was just, you know. Used to it. Sympathy of course, makes it so that he doesn't get aggravated when he's stopped from walking aimlessly along. In fact, once he gets a better look at the colonel, his one visible eyebrow raises.
Yeah.
Rhodey pulled aside a seven-foot pink-accented robot for questioning, and yet he's getting the nonplussed looks.]
You are in space, darling. Welcome. If you have any more specific questions, I would be happy to help answer them.
Though perhaps you can answer one of mine as well. [The human gets a quick up and down glance.] Are you familiar with Tony Stark?
This isn't really here, shh (Assumed carrying on from BR, yo.)
escutcheon
2016-12-03 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oof. Hawke, honey, you really look like you could use that drink... Cousland here nearly gave you the universal "who the shit are you?" eyebrow raise. Not to imply you didn't age well as a dashing roguish type or anything, but you really must do something magic-magey-wiggly-fingers about that grey hair.
It's partially the voice that helps along the recognition factor. The other half is recognizing that questionable boobyladystaff he's so damn fond of. ]
What, no 'please' first? Really, Hawke, I thought you'd know me better by now. I'll even accept a little grateful groveling instead.
[ And offering one hand palm-up for his hound to sniff at, if it wants. Gotta make a good impression! ]
It's partially the voice that helps along the recognition factor. The other half is recognizing that questionable boobyladystaff he's so damn fond of. ]
What, no 'please' first? Really, Hawke, I thought you'd know me better by now. I'll even accept a little grateful groveling instead.
[ And offering one hand palm-up for his hound to sniff at, if it wants. Gotta make a good impression! ]
[The questions are, to say the least, a little unsettling and Adam's not very trusting by nature but he wants to get to Ronan.
Ronan is here.
That's all that matters to him and so reluctantly he answers the questions.]
He wasn't gone... I was scrying into one of his dreams and then... [A shrug.]
Ronan is here.
That's all that matters to him and so reluctantly he answers the questions.]
He wasn't gone... I was scrying into one of his dreams and then... [A shrug.]
[And then just as he is perhaps starting to fall, he stops, as if upheld by some unseen force. A few feet above him, at the edge of cave opening, is a young woman. She is dressed in simple jeans and a shirt but she holds a staff in one of her hands made of wood with a rune on the top. It is undeniably something magical. Though perhaps not the same time of magic he was just using to get out of the cave.
Hawke peers down at him, clearly exerting effort preventing him from falling but doing her best to appear as though she isn't, and raises an eyebrow.]
You probably should finish climbing out. This isn't going to hold for long. Unless you're really into saving yourself at the last minute for dramatic effect.
Hawke peers down at him, clearly exerting effort preventing him from falling but doing her best to appear as though she isn't, and raises an eyebrow.]
You probably should finish climbing out. This isn't going to hold for long. Unless you're really into saving yourself at the last minute for dramatic effect.
slip and trip;
This is most profoundly not where he should be.
Waking up feeling out of sorts is not unusual for Commander Cullen - "out of sorts" is basically how he always feels. But this is not the clear, chilled air of Skyhold. This is far, far from it, and it puts him in a foul mood.
So just imagine how bad it is when he finds he can't even lift a sword.
"Maker's bloody balls," he mutters, a rare curse from a man who is usually far too professional for such things.
introductions aren't awkward;
That's a lie; Cullen tends to be awkward during introductions. Or any social situation that isn't one where he's giving orders. But this is especially so, because he's just wearing a shirt and pants!
"Where in the blazes has my armor gone?" he asks, rhetorically he assumes. But if someone is nearby to overhear the handsome medieval dude talking to himself, well... that's not awkward, either. Is it?
This is most profoundly not where he should be.
Waking up feeling out of sorts is not unusual for Commander Cullen - "out of sorts" is basically how he always feels. But this is not the clear, chilled air of Skyhold. This is far, far from it, and it puts him in a foul mood.
So just imagine how bad it is when he finds he can't even lift a sword.
"Maker's bloody balls," he mutters, a rare curse from a man who is usually far too professional for such things.
introductions aren't awkward;
That's a lie; Cullen tends to be awkward during introductions. Or any social situation that isn't one where he's giving orders. But this is especially so, because he's just wearing a shirt and pants!
"Where in the blazes has my armor gone?" he asks, rhetorically he assumes. But if someone is nearby to overhear the handsome medieval dude talking to himself, well... that's not awkward, either. Is it?
Well, I'm just saying, you're feeling a little weaker there, little brother.
[Emphasized by a few more investigatory squeezes to that bicep. He pushes him to hold him at arm's length so he can get a better look at him.]
Looking a little leaner too. [And younger. But surely that can't be the case.] You sure you're all right? They didn't do anything funny to you here did they?
[Emphasized by a few more investigatory squeezes to that bicep. He pushes him to hold him at arm's length so he can get a better look at him.]
Looking a little leaner too. [And younger. But surely that can't be the case.] You sure you're all right? They didn't do anything funny to you here did they?
If he'd known what they were thinking, Mettaton might have backpedaled. He didn't want them dead. That was absolutely the last thing he wanted.
What he did want was to give Asriel his family back. Chara was part of that family, and to some degree, Mettaton felt as if he'd assimilated into that fold as well. Often, he questioned himself whether it was something he imagined simply because he didn't have any other monsters to rely on.
Whatever the reason, he was going to make good on what he said. He'd bring them to the camp. Somehow.
"If you are on my side enough to wish me luck, then this doesn't have to become a fight," he says flatly; yes, he's twisting their words, but he has a feeling they're twisting his too.
For now though, he keeps his distance. He'd seen through the gaping windows of the Moira, and he knew Chara could be cunning. More cunning than any monster--even their family--could have thought.
They really were a frightening human.
What he did want was to give Asriel his family back. Chara was part of that family, and to some degree, Mettaton felt as if he'd assimilated into that fold as well. Often, he questioned himself whether it was something he imagined simply because he didn't have any other monsters to rely on.
Whatever the reason, he was going to make good on what he said. He'd bring them to the camp. Somehow.
"If you are on my side enough to wish me luck, then this doesn't have to become a fight," he says flatly; yes, he's twisting their words, but he has a feeling they're twisting his too.
For now though, he keeps his distance. He'd seen through the gaping windows of the Moira, and he knew Chara could be cunning. More cunning than any monster--even their family--could have thought.
They really were a frightening human.
Hey, enough with the patdown. You're not airport security.
[The hell? This is a little weird. But then, so is space, and getting his brother back from the quote-unquote-dead.]
Plenty of funny stuff's happened since I got here, but forget about that.
[What does he even say now? He's imagined seeing his brother again a thousand times, but reality is completely different.]
My god, Sam—Sully said I'd see you again, but I could hardly believe him, I didn't see how it could be true—you're alive.
[The hell? This is a little weird. But then, so is space, and getting his brother back from the quote-unquote-dead.]
Plenty of funny stuff's happened since I got here, but forget about that.
[What does he even say now? He's imagined seeing his brother again a thousand times, but reality is completely different.]
My god, Sam—Sully said I'd see you again, but I could hardly believe him, I didn't see how it could be true—you're alive.
Edited 2016-12-03 05:32 (UTC)
☄ slip and trip
[It's that horrible feeling of falling out of bed that jolts him into awareness, eyes opening to a sickening brightness as if he'd been keeping his eyes shut too tight for too long. Rafe reaches out for something to catch himself on even though he's not moving, just standing right in place and when there's nothing close by he just closes his eyes as if it'll help stop the sudden nausea that hits him like a tidal wave.
Then he's moving, slightly out of the way of others or anyone who might be nearby, bent over at the waist holding his stomach. As much as he feels as if he might throw up, he won't, but he does focus on breathing in and out, trying to calm himself down. Nothing makes any fucking sense right now.
The last thing Rafe Adler remembers is standing in the middle of a burning pirate ship with a cutlass in one hand and looking up as a ton of treasure plummeted at his face. No, no he remembers feeling it hit for a split second, a hot white pain and then.
Then now.]
... what the--
[Muttered to himself as he opens his eyes, staring down at the ground, feeling less like he's off kilter and ready to fall over. It's then he looks around him, confused for certain, because he's never been much of a religious sort, but even if he was he's pretty sure this isn't heaven. Or hell. Still having no clue what was going on he'll wander off towards the nearest person or persons that seem to have any idea what's going on. People who seem to not be having a moment of crisis.]
I would appreciate if someone could explain what the hell is going on.
[Along with not understanding why he's not currently buried under water in a pirate ship wreckage, Rafe has yet to realize something else is off. Fifteen years have magically melted off him and he's now just as he was when he was twenty years old. So young. So fresh.
Still an asshole.]
[It's that horrible feeling of falling out of bed that jolts him into awareness, eyes opening to a sickening brightness as if he'd been keeping his eyes shut too tight for too long. Rafe reaches out for something to catch himself on even though he's not moving, just standing right in place and when there's nothing close by he just closes his eyes as if it'll help stop the sudden nausea that hits him like a tidal wave.
Then he's moving, slightly out of the way of others or anyone who might be nearby, bent over at the waist holding his stomach. As much as he feels as if he might throw up, he won't, but he does focus on breathing in and out, trying to calm himself down. Nothing makes any fucking sense right now.
The last thing Rafe Adler remembers is standing in the middle of a burning pirate ship with a cutlass in one hand and looking up as a ton of treasure plummeted at his face. No, no he remembers feeling it hit for a split second, a hot white pain and then.
Then now.]
... what the--
[Muttered to himself as he opens his eyes, staring down at the ground, feeling less like he's off kilter and ready to fall over. It's then he looks around him, confused for certain, because he's never been much of a religious sort, but even if he was he's pretty sure this isn't heaven. Or hell. Still having no clue what was going on he'll wander off towards the nearest person or persons that seem to have any idea what's going on. People who seem to not be having a moment of crisis.]
I would appreciate if someone could explain what the hell is going on.
[Along with not understanding why he's not currently buried under water in a pirate ship wreckage, Rafe has yet to realize something else is off. Fifteen years have magically melted off him and he's now just as he was when he was twenty years old. So young. So fresh.
Still an asshole.]
Edited 2016-12-03 05:37 (UTC)
[ So the others were right in that time doesn't move when you're taken by the Ingress. Or, rather, you don't really move from time. Maybe they're the ones frozen? whatever, he's too dumb for this shit.
the point is, he was right, and ronan wasn't, so boo hoo. ]
That thing you came through, that's an Ingress. It's like a multiversal teleporter, but gone batshit. One of them pulled us here - Ronan's been around about a couple months. [ a quick rundown of the situation, the rest Ronan can explain. welcome committee isn't is thing. ]
He said you'd think he abandoned you, 'cause he's a dumbass.
the point is, he was right, and ronan wasn't, so boo hoo. ]
That thing you came through, that's an Ingress. It's like a multiversal teleporter, but gone batshit. One of them pulled us here - Ronan's been around about a couple months. [ a quick rundown of the situation, the rest Ronan can explain. welcome committee isn't is thing. ]
He said you'd think he abandoned you, 'cause he's a dumbass.
Edited 2016-12-03 06:06 (UTC)
[Sam has perched himself in the middle of camp, woefully grieving the lack of cigarettes he has. He can hear the cursing coming, and as it approaches, Sam offers a helpful:]
Yeah, tell me about it.
Yeah, tell me about it.
[ His eyes travel to the Ingress atop the hill, heart sinking as he takes in the height she must have tumbled from. ]
Uh, yeah, I guess that's what happens when you fall off a cliff. [ Hell, she's lucky it isn't worse. ] Though, things are actually as insane as they seem, so if that's why you're worried—
[ Not helping, Stark. Shut up. He switches gears hastily, grip on her shoulders tightening. ]
But hey, look, I've got you. You're fine, we're gonna take care of this. Can you stand?
[ He won't rest easy until someone from medical confirms she isn't bleeding into her brain or something. ]
Uh, yeah, I guess that's what happens when you fall off a cliff. [ Hell, she's lucky it isn't worse. ] Though, things are actually as insane as they seem, so if that's why you're worried—
[ Not helping, Stark. Shut up. He switches gears hastily, grip on her shoulders tightening. ]
But hey, look, I've got you. You're fine, we're gonna take care of this. Can you stand?
[ He won't rest easy until someone from medical confirms she isn't bleeding into her brain or something. ]
[Nate's making his way through the camps when some sense of familiarity tags at him out of the corner of his eye, and he turns to see someone he hasn't seen in a very long time.
He can think of other old friends he'd rather it be.]
Rafe? Rafe Adler?
[He looks...not a day over twenty. Wow, he must moisturize well.]
He can think of other old friends he'd rather it be.]
Rafe? Rafe Adler?
[He looks...not a day over twenty. Wow, he must moisturize well.]
☄ slip and trip
[ Seems like it's just one thing after another. He should've expected nothing less, with the life he's lived over the years, everything he's seen and the battles he's fought in. Add his name to the heroes of Thedas and sure, why the hell not have him skip worlds and end up with his weapon infused to his right arm while he's at it. It's bad enough that he can't quite walk because of his ankle brace or that he's blind in his left eye or that he's missing some fingers on one hand.
Would he say it was all worth it? Maybe. Probably.
Definitely.
Seriously— who doesn't want a greataxe (minus that glow) hanging out of their arm? It has a cool winged eagle design to it, extra cutting edge, and his fist is closed around the grip looking like it's one with the metal. Kind of makes his arm look as long as his entire torso.
It's taking him a full minute to process this but all Bull knows is that it doesn't hurt, face stoic as he stands there with his hooked horns as wide as his shoulders and eight feet tall, holding the arm up to closely examine it
Eh—he's been through worse, he can deal with this, as messed up as this is. ]
Huh. Imagine that.
☄ introductions aren’t awkward
Something tells me they're lacking on the dragon's piss around this place.
[ The qunari is gruffly amused and yet not, casting a critical eye—his only one—around the bustle of the hub. He stands out like a sore thumb, towering over most that he sees. The looks thrown his way go ignored and he taps the greataxe infused in his right arm against the side of his leg.
As far as he knows...some ship has gone down, crash landed, people are hurt and confused, but this is the place they'd needed to be. Or so he's picked up on conversations in passing. ]
(ooc: post-inquisition; not romanced; chargers are alive; pm for any questions? c:)
[ Seems like it's just one thing after another. He should've expected nothing less, with the life he's lived over the years, everything he's seen and the battles he's fought in. Add his name to the heroes of Thedas and sure, why the hell not have him skip worlds and end up with his weapon infused to his right arm while he's at it. It's bad enough that he can't quite walk because of his ankle brace or that he's blind in his left eye or that he's missing some fingers on one hand.
Would he say it was all worth it? Maybe. Probably.
Definitely.
Seriously— who doesn't want a greataxe (minus that glow) hanging out of their arm? It has a cool winged eagle design to it, extra cutting edge, and his fist is closed around the grip looking like it's one with the metal. Kind of makes his arm look as long as his entire torso.
It's taking him a full minute to process this but all Bull knows is that it doesn't hurt, face stoic as he stands there with his hooked horns as wide as his shoulders and eight feet tall, holding the arm up to closely examine it
Eh—he's been through worse, he can deal with this, as messed up as this is. ]
Huh. Imagine that.
☄ introductions aren’t awkward
Something tells me they're lacking on the dragon's piss around this place.
[ The qunari is gruffly amused and yet not, casting a critical eye—his only one—around the bustle of the hub. He stands out like a sore thumb, towering over most that he sees. The looks thrown his way go ignored and he taps the greataxe infused in his right arm against the side of his leg.
As far as he knows...some ship has gone down, crash landed, people are hurt and confused, but this is the place they'd needed to be. Or so he's picked up on conversations in passing. ]
(ooc: post-inquisition; not romanced; chargers are alive; pm for any questions? c:)
This is fucking hilarious.
The knight-captain can't pick up his sword. Just the sentence on its own is hilarious and then the image of it just really tops it off. Hawke stands back and watches him in amusement (and even hears him curse! amazing for a few moments). If Hawke were a better woman, which is to say, less of an arsehole, she'd have some sympathy. This place has severely reduced her ability to do magic and she suffers it everyday.
However, Hawke is not at all a better woman and is probably one of the worse women out there. So instead, she saunters up behind the knight-captain, and observes him sadly.
"Do you need some help, Captain?"
Says the voice of someone who has no intention of helping at all.
The knight-captain can't pick up his sword. Just the sentence on its own is hilarious and then the image of it just really tops it off. Hawke stands back and watches him in amusement (and even hears him curse! amazing for a few moments). If Hawke were a better woman, which is to say, less of an arsehole, she'd have some sympathy. This place has severely reduced her ability to do magic and she suffers it everyday.
However, Hawke is not at all a better woman and is probably one of the worse women out there. So instead, she saunters up behind the knight-captain, and observes him sadly.
"Do you need some help, Captain?"
Says the voice of someone who has no intention of helping at all.
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