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thisavrou_log2016-08-01 11:29 am
otiosity) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-08-01 11:29 am
Closed prompts but also open!
Who: Hawke, Adrien, that jerk Tony Stark, that jerk Nathan Drake, maybe some other jerks, maybe you!
When: The early part of the month
Where: The med bay, the site on the ship formerly known as the bar, the observation deck, and around.
What: Reuniting with people after cryo, that horrible slaving experience, and dealing with lyrium overdosing and mana exhaustion. FUN STUFF.
Warnings: Mentions of slavery, nudity, medical stuff, general hawkewardness.
For the first time since she's arrived on the Moira. Hawke dreams in the Fade. Perhaps it's a side effect of all of those lyrium potions she took. Or just pure luck that it happens while she's recovering in the hospital. But either way, it's a return to the comforting familiar. Or as familiar as a twisted green raw metaphysical realm can be.
It's darker than she remembers. And she moves slowly and clumsily as though moving through flowing water up to her chest. It's the same strange distance that she feels when she tries to cast spells as she wakes. Everything seems to be off in the eternal distance with the Black City. She sees Kirkwall, standing tall on the horizon, it's port unchained waiting for her. She hears whispers, voices. Some familiar, the ones she always hears: her father, Bethany, Carver, mother... and sometimes Varric and Isabela and Aveline.
"Come home sister." Bethany's voice says off in the distance, coming from behind instead of from Kirkwall before her. As she turns, she can see her childhood home out of the corner of her eye only briefly than it vanishes.
"Have you abandoned your city, Champion?" Knight-Commander Meredith's voice asks coldly in the distance echoing from the towers of the vision of Kirkwall before her. The tone in her voice is clear. 'Of course you did, a mage would never stand and protect the people of this city'. Another failure on the list.
"What about us?" Before her Kirkwall warps, the former slave city turning into the port she barely just escaped from. From one city of chains into another. The voices of the slaves, the people she saw in the prison, the dark haired girl like Bethany, ask her why she left. Why did she leave without helping them.
Hawke pauses. Unsure whether or not to move forward. What if by going there she only makes things worse. The landscape is suddenly barren. There's no Kirkwall. No slave city. No childhood hope. Everything is empty except for the Black City where it looms always.
"Marian," Her father's voice whispers in her ear. "Where are you going? You're going to get lost if you wander too far from home." No one has called her by her first name in so long. It gives her pause.
And then she wakes up.
((ooc; I just wanted to write some weird Fade bullshit to start off before prompts because WHY NOT. If you want a prompt or anything please PM me or send me a plurk ping or PP at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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When: The early part of the month
Where: The med bay, the site on the ship formerly known as the bar, the observation deck, and around.
What: Reuniting with people after cryo, that horrible slaving experience, and dealing with lyrium overdosing and mana exhaustion. FUN STUFF.
Warnings: Mentions of slavery, nudity, medical stuff, general hawkewardness.
For the first time since she's arrived on the Moira. Hawke dreams in the Fade. Perhaps it's a side effect of all of those lyrium potions she took. Or just pure luck that it happens while she's recovering in the hospital. But either way, it's a return to the comforting familiar. Or as familiar as a twisted green raw metaphysical realm can be.
It's darker than she remembers. And she moves slowly and clumsily as though moving through flowing water up to her chest. It's the same strange distance that she feels when she tries to cast spells as she wakes. Everything seems to be off in the eternal distance with the Black City. She sees Kirkwall, standing tall on the horizon, it's port unchained waiting for her. She hears whispers, voices. Some familiar, the ones she always hears: her father, Bethany, Carver, mother... and sometimes Varric and Isabela and Aveline.
"Come home sister." Bethany's voice says off in the distance, coming from behind instead of from Kirkwall before her. As she turns, she can see her childhood home out of the corner of her eye only briefly than it vanishes.
"Have you abandoned your city, Champion?" Knight-Commander Meredith's voice asks coldly in the distance echoing from the towers of the vision of Kirkwall before her. The tone in her voice is clear. 'Of course you did, a mage would never stand and protect the people of this city'. Another failure on the list.
"What about us?" Before her Kirkwall warps, the former slave city turning into the port she barely just escaped from. From one city of chains into another. The voices of the slaves, the people she saw in the prison, the dark haired girl like Bethany, ask her why she left. Why did she leave without helping them.
Hawke pauses. Unsure whether or not to move forward. What if by going there she only makes things worse. The landscape is suddenly barren. There's no Kirkwall. No slave city. No childhood hope. Everything is empty except for the Black City where it looms always.
"Marian," Her father's voice whispers in her ear. "Where are you going? You're going to get lost if you wander too far from home." No one has called her by her first name in so long. It gives her pause.
And then she wakes up.
((ooc; I just wanted to write some weird Fade bullshit to start off before prompts because WHY NOT. If you want a prompt or anything please PM me or send me a plurk ping or PP at
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He might have been both.
Watching the yawn, Adrien felt his eyebrows inch towards his hairline and he stopped his multi-tasking to really look at her. Her words did nothing to reassure him either. ]
And I don't want my patient playing 'half-conscious' ship navigation. That's the fastest route to land back in here.
[ He paused, frowning and then shook his head. ]
I'm going to hold you here another twelve hours. Get some more sleep and then we'll see where you are after twelve hours of hopefully decent sleep.
[ Because, who the hell sleeps well when connected to wires and an IV??? ]
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And good call. I was thinking that I was going to give it a shot but ending up here is sort of the opposite of what I want to do. Plus I don't have to sleep on the top bunk if I'm in here.
[She leans back against the bed. Without the IV and wires, it's not really so bad here. Even beyond her exhaustion there's something about this place that just makes her feel sleepy. So they both win. And then suddenly she sits up straight.]
Can you let my dog in before he charges through the window?
[She gestures to the door to the med bay where a doggy face is staring inside through the window and whining softly.]
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Huh?
[ She gestured then and he turned, automatically to look towards the door. Ah. Right.
Walking over to the door, he tapped the panel to manually open the door for the creature.
...
Hmmm, perhaps he should have checked that the animal wasn't going to try to jump up on the bed and Hawke. Whoops? ]
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She reaches out her still aching right hand to stroke him on the head a few times. It's definitely soothing and familiar. However, when the dog spots Adrien he growls low in his throat.]
Be nice Kitty. This is a good doctor. I helped him, he helped me. Plus he took a needle out so he's definitely on the good list.
[And the growling stops, replaced by a soft whine and a little tail wag.]
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He could hear the growl and was more than willing to respect it and wait to see what Hawke would do. However, he was the only patient one and quickly his eyes shifted from Hawke and 'Kitty' towards movement off to the side.
There were no words from the doctor, merely a quick motion of his hand and a holding of the eyes as he caught Courser's angry eyes but held the bahari back with that motion. Doctor and tracker stared each other down for a long moment, the bahari's lean body tense, barbed tail flicking low, back and forth before he finally turned aside.
Another flick of fingers, sent the tracker back towards a desk and stool that Adrien had been sitting at, doing some work.
Looking back to Hawke and Kitty, Adrien gave a small nod of his head. ]
I'll leave you two to get some rest.
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Hawke too watches the exchange with a mild curiosity. She's not exactly an animal lover outside of kitty. Most fur makes her sneeze but her mind has quickly put together that asking about the animal will mean an excuse not to sleep and avoid some nightmares for a little longer.
She and Kitty exchange a look like the way only old friends can.]
So are you going to explain what that was? Like an expository bed time story?
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Perhaps later.
[ He'd like to claim something suave, like he saw the attempted stalling for what it was and moved to deflect it with medical cunning. But the truth was, perhaps he was just a bit more tired than he wanted to let on and the thought of trying to explain the bahari felt like more than he was up to tackling.
And perhaps he wasn't overly excited about getting close to Kitty after that threat display. For the record, the dog weighed more than he did. ]
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[Is the cheerful reply. Or at least it's something like cheerful. Lilting maybe. She slumps against the pillows on her bed to stare up at the ceiling and idly scratches at one of her bullet wounds. The dim light flickers like a candle. It's all at once familiar and unsettling. It reminds her of being back home. It reminds her of being in that slaving den.
Do you ever get the feeling it's going to be a long night?
[She muses aloud to everyone in the room but mostly to herself. It's a funny sort of coping mechanism.]
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It goes by faster if you sleep.