[ voids us to somewhere in the bottom of the bikini. my brain is so squeezedried right now help meee. anyway, here comes hawke and his innate sense of mischief latching onto a new target ]
Ser? [He smiles, cocking his head.] I like the sound of that. Did I get knighted overnight or what?
[It would be a terrible decision on the monarchy's behalf.]
Oh, sure I am. Though I'm still off by about thirty or forty years it seems. The fucking menu at the burger joint gave me a run for my money — in my day you pushed a button that was popping out of a slab, not just a picture on a screen.
[ though he cocks his head and immediately starts making stank faces about the sheer scope of time and dimensions. the math lady fumes are beginning to smoke ]
Did they just grab the lot of us blindly from a bag? It seems like there's no reason to whoever got dumped here.
[Hi buddy we're at the Soundstage. Richie has a record on, some downbeat Pink Floyd for the mood. Maybe too on the nose, but he's not playing for an audience today.
Until Hawke shows up. Richie's sat on the floor in front of the booth with a bottle of something stiff, and only gives a weary wave in greeting.]
No chance you woke up in the middle of the night and saw her wander off, did you?
[ please turn hawke into a dad rock enthusiast this is all I need in my life. he looks vaguely intrigued by it before looking pained by the lyrics. lol!! lmao!! ]
As likely as you were to find me clapping. [ LOOKS MORE PAINED BY THE COMPARISON ]
Richie's only got his smokes this time, and he's been puffing away like he's trying to power an SUV. He tips his cigarette in greeting, vice for vice.]
Better than most, I'm guessing. I barely talked to the guy.
Yeah. It was senseless, no matter how you looked at it. Putting the speaker over her, like it was an insult to her love of music? The shallow burial. Psychotic stuff.
[He pauses, mulling it over.]
...And still. To do it here. When we're specifically trying to get redeemed. I just can't get my head around it.
[ACTUALLY SORRY I JUST REALIZED HOW MEAN CHOCO IS CONSIDERING WHAT HAPPENED WITH HAWKE AND CAMILLE rescinds my boldness, I will not abuse his heart for silly shenanigans
They are out and about in the midnight fireworks. Richie passes Hawke a champagne, cheersing with his own]
[the buffs laid out in his no homo chart entries have served him well this fine day.]
God, I wouldn't do that to you after everything. Not on purpose. [He looks to him with a half-smile.] They can't curse all the food and drink. That'd be cruel and unusual punishment.
[THEIR MANDTORY COMAS. He's equally parts testy and depressed in light of the news. Also he can't stop running his fingers over his smooth-polished nails.]
Anyway Richie will drag his weak carcass to the bell tower for his undeserving ass. Looking at him so disappointed and frankly, a little hurt. Anders is so upsetti...]
I don't know, it feels like the big emotional gut punch would be to drag it out this long and let Anders live through whatever hell hallucination they run you through tomorrow. But Firefly would be a damn shame too.
[he holds a moment. Mouth quirking.]
Can you run me through what happened? No bullshit. I don't care if it's an ugly story, I want to know.
A very good friend. Writer of my "Inspired By" biography. He'd find you hilarious.
[ that said, he's just gonna ignore the idea of having to have a knockout fight with anders. it's fine ]
It's more simple than ugly. I woke up. Had the worst itch for a fight. I found Adolphe. We fought. He ran off. I gave chase. We fought again Ultimately, I won. [ ye olde jazz hands ]
[Well he can't really blame him. He doesn't want to think about it and chances are it's not even going to be his problem. Imagine if instead of your intense magical mental health issues boyfriend you just had to fight a one-armed DJ.]
An "itch." [He frowns.] Like what, you just couldn't sit still?
[ takes a minute to laugh at his own joke. in case you were wondering if hawke is still hawke, there you go ]
You know? Cause he's a dwarf? [ wheeze. wipes away tear ]
Oh, maker. Uh- Anders mentioned "pride". Which, I suppose is accurate. Doesn't feel like any pride demon I've ever faced but what do I know, apparently?
...You might have gotten some chucks out of me if I'd known he was a dwarf from the get go.
[Or not. He's pretty sure they have their limits on getting ribbed over their heights.]
So... [He trails off. Yes, truly, like no "pride demon" he's known either, pal. Except he hasn't had to deal with possessions outside of a movie theatre, so he's doubly fucked to find out what's going on.] What, you just woke up and decided I'm the King Shit around here, and I'll fuck up anyone to prove it?
And that's not been your modus operandi before now, I'm to take it.
Fuck. You can say that again. I've lived more lifetimes in death than I took a crack at on god's good green earth.
[also aaaah. Your EYE. Faint concern vibes, like he knows he's better now but it is still wildly upsetting.
Also oh. Did no one figure it out?]
...No, not as it was. You know how these trips tend to stem from our lives? [He shrugs.] It was Mizu's world we went to. That baby was a version of him. One that never was, not in that particular time and place.
Yeah, sure. For thirty seconds before we all drowned together. [He shakes his head.] My understanding is that events were entirely out of order. Mizu was the one who stormed that castle. He wasn't born there at all.
But don't go poking at him too much over it, all right? He's got a lot of shit on his plate already.
Oh, he's not all that murderous. Especially now that we can hear and feel what everyone else does. Hang around him a moment, you'll find he's softer than he acts.
[Which might be the real thing that Mizu would kill them over. Say nothing of the nougaty center.]
But how are you faring, Hawke? Edging back to this side of reality okay?
[Does not mention anders but the air is very much that he is one of the elephants in the room]
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nonmagicuser) wrote2025-02-10 02:56 pm
w0, mon
Seen any of the new sights yet?
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Oh, a fair few. Real cute stuff, the kids will have a field day.
You're ah...Garrett, right?
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[ # landlocked ye olde problems ]
Call me Hawke, if you'd like.
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Hawke? Sure thing, pal. I'm Rich. Rich Tozier.
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I suppose you're the rare reversal of the rest of us and more familiar with whatever nonsense we've gotten ourselves into, hm?
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[It would be a terrible decision on the monarchy's behalf.]
Oh, sure I am. Though I'm still off by about thirty or forty years it seems. The fucking menu at the burger joint gave me a run for my money — in my day you pushed a button that was popping out of a slab, not just a picture on a screen.
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[ though he cocks his head and immediately starts making stank faces about the sheer scope of time and dimensions. the math lady fumes are beginning to smoke ]
Did they just grab the lot of us blindly from a bag? It seems like there's no reason to whoever got dumped here.
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Haven't enough people died by now that they can get it all worked out? Shit.
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Maker. I hope it's nothing of that sort. Maybe it's all a nice coincidence and the afterlife just happens to be more universal than we all realize.
W0 SECOND FRIDAY
Until Hawke shows up. Richie's sat on the floor in front of the booth with a bottle of something stiff, and only gives a weary wave in greeting.]
No chance you woke up in the middle of the night and saw her wander off, did you?
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As likely as you were to find me clapping. [ LOOKS MORE PAINED BY THE COMPARISON ]
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He huffs a little. A ghost of a laugh.]
Els pulled me into it by the balls I guess, but... [Not really. If he were truly one hundred percent not game he could have sat out easy.]
She was just trying to lighten the mood. Trying a little too hard at times. Heart was in the right place.
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Maker knows we all needed it. Suffice to say it'll be a bit gloomier around here.
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[That it will be. God, and he'd been giving her a hard time about the stupid song shit too. Makes him feel queasy, now.]
What do you expect they're going to tell us tomorrow?
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Nothing good that's for sure. If we're lucky perhaps there was a drainhole from the toilets to the ocean and it was all just a terrible accident.
w0, post trial sat
he'll raise a bottle when he stumbles upon richie however ]
Doing alright?
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Richie's only got his smokes this time, and he's been puffing away like he's trying to power an SUV. He tips his cigarette in greeting, vice for vice.]
Better than most, I'm guessing. I barely talked to the guy.
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I don't think having talked to him helps, quite honestly.
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[He pauses, mulling it over.]
...And still. To do it here. When we're specifically trying to get redeemed. I just can't get my head around it.
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W1 MONDAY
They are out and about in the midnight fireworks. Richie passes Hawke a champagne, cheersing with his own]
It's thematic, you might as well have a drink.
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If there's anything in this as well, I'm throwing myself back into the fade.
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God, I wouldn't do that to you after everything. Not on purpose. [He looks to him with a half-smile.] They can't curse all the food and drink. That'd be cruel and unusual punishment.
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I don't know what I've done to have such a chaotic morning but whoever I offended, I take it back.
w1, die day
instead, ]
Sleep well?
terrible day
Not by choice.
[THEIR MANDTORY COMAS. He's equally parts testy and depressed in light of the news. Also he can't stop running his fingers over his smooth-polished nails.]
Which one of you did this to me?
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hawke shows off his unloved man hands tho ]
Not me. You'll have to ask one of the girls.
W1 SATURDAY
Anyway Richie will drag his weak carcass to the bell tower for his undeserving ass. Looking at him so disappointed and frankly, a little hurt. Anders is so upsetti...]
You're a bit of a heartbreaker, aren't you?
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richie gets a bit of a huff of a laugh though ]
It would have been fitting if he had succeeded.
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[is there a seat here? He will take it. His blood...it has yet to replenish...]
I can't decide if it would be more merciful. The show tomorrow's gonna be an ugly one. You have to know that, right?
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Varric is going to have far too much fun with this latest update. [ doesn't explain this ]
I guess whatever happens, happens. Wouldn't put it past someone to make serah Firefly do the task and just be rid of us both.
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[come on man.]
I don't know, it feels like the big emotional gut punch would be to drag it out this long and let Anders live through whatever hell hallucination they run you through tomorrow. But Firefly would be a damn shame too.
[he holds a moment. Mouth quirking.]
Can you run me through what happened? No bullshit. I don't care if it's an ugly story, I want to know.
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[ that said, he's just gonna ignore the idea of having to have a knockout fight with anders. it's fine ]
It's more simple than ugly. I woke up. Had the worst itch for a fight. I found Adolphe. We fought. He ran off. I gave chase. We fought again Ultimately, I won. [ ye olde jazz hands ]
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[Well he can't really blame him. He doesn't want to think about it and chances are it's not even going to be his problem. Imagine if instead of your intense magical mental health issues boyfriend you just had to fight a one-armed DJ.]
An "itch." [He frowns.] Like what, you just couldn't sit still?
...Was it like anger, or...?
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[ takes a minute to laugh at his own joke. in case you were wondering if hawke is still hawke, there you go ]
You know? Cause he's a dwarf? [ wheeze. wipes away tear ]
Oh, maker. Uh- Anders mentioned "pride". Which, I suppose is accurate. Doesn't feel like any pride demon I've ever faced but what do I know, apparently?
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[Or not. He's pretty sure they have their limits on getting ribbed over their heights.]
So... [He trails off. Yes, truly, like no "pride demon" he's known either, pal. Except he hasn't had to deal with possessions outside of a movie theatre, so he's doubly fucked to find out what's going on.] What, you just woke up and decided I'm the King Shit around here, and I'll fuck up anyone to prove it?
And that's not been your modus operandi before now, I'm to take it.
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a king shit, you could say ]
For all my unflattering habits and chaotic ways, I'm not that much of an asshole on the regular.
W7 MONDAY
My god, has it only been four days?
[Richie's been healed btw. Still armless! But no more broken foot/wounded ass/slashed face.]
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Feels more like a lifetime and a bit, honestly.
[ by now his gnarly eye has been seen to but it's still missing. whomp. the rest of him looks back to fighting shape though! ]
Did either of you find the babe?
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[also aaaah. Your EYE. Faint concern vibes, like he knows he's better now but it is still wildly upsetting.
Also oh. Did no one figure it out?]
...No, not as it was. You know how these trips tend to stem from our lives? [He shrugs.] It was Mizu's world we went to. That baby was a version of him. One that never was, not in that particular time and place.
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[ incredulous. he's trying to impose the babies face on mizu and the slow dawning delight of chaos is probably concerning ]
We almost became Mizu's guardians? [ HIS DAD SQUAD ]
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Yeah, sure. For thirty seconds before we all drowned together. [He shakes his head.] My understanding is that events were entirely out of order. Mizu was the one who stormed that castle. He wasn't born there at all.
But don't go poking at him too much over it, all right? He's got a lot of shit on his plate already.
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You'll not hear me ask. He's more likely to stab me than answer honestly.
[ we're trying to avoid getting murdered again before the week is over, thank u ]
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[Which might be the real thing that Mizu would kill them over. Say nothing of the nougaty center.]
But how are you faring, Hawke? Edging back to this side of reality okay?
[Does not mention anders but the air is very much that he is one of the elephants in the room]
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[ he eyebrows richie tho because that was not subtle the slightest my guy ]
Could be worse, I suppose. Surprisingly, I've not gotten any calls for my head just yet.
W7 SATURDAY.
Pours himself a whiskey and one for Hawke too.]
Fucking Christ. I feel like someone plugged a vacuum to both ends of me and hoovered out my insides.
Re: W7 SATURDAY.
Good thing we haven't been kicked out just yet, eh? One last drink for the road.
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I imagine there'll be a bit of day drinking, too. Why stop when the clock strikes midnight?
[Wipes at his face.]
...It's a relief and yet it isn't. But was it going to be any other way?
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[ this does not include being reasonably hungover ]
I was worried for a moment but I think it was more reassurance to us than him that this was the right choice.