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victory_road2017-03-16 10:40 pm
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[Entry 001?] -- Sevii Islands
[The beast approached -- eyes the size of hands glittering menacingly at Hawke and her companions. Varric was through, but Stroud and the Inquisitor remained. The former, perhaps the last sane mind in the Wardens, would need to bring stability to the organization. The latter was the last hope that Thedas had.]
[And Hawke?]
[Hawke was a remnant of a bygone era. She'd failed a city, failed the people she cared for by letting it fall to ruin. The Templars had cast her from her home for aiding the mages, and the mages thought her solely responsible for what happened in Kirkwall. She had, after all, had a hand in its destruction. The city had taken everything from her: her mother, her people, her cause and eventually pushed her to drive a blade into the back of her lover.]
[It had been four years since she'd heard Anders say her name. Four years since she]
[Her best friend would miss her, of that she was sure. Relayed as much to the Inquisitor as he nodded his assent and began to charge toward the fade rift.]
[Drawing her staff, Hawke turned to the beast. Lightning crackled across her fingertips, flames built at the tip of the staff that had once been her father's.]
Sorry, Anders. [She wanted to believe that somewhere out there, he was listening. Heard her grief and would perhaps accept her with open arms when she slipped into whatever afterlife awaited her.]
[She charged forward, toward the clicking mandibles and murderous eyes of death itself. The rift nearby flashed twice, Stroud and Lavellan plunging through its shimmering surface. A jointed leg smashed down, knocking Hawke to the ground hard enough to hit her head. Her vision swam, barely processing another leg racing toward her chest with blazing speeds.]
[And then... Marian Hawke woke up.]
i. Closed topurramedic
[She rolled off of the cot with explosive force, crashing to the ground with a grunt before her hand flung out, searching frantically for her staff. Her surroundings made no sense, a bright floor and lights far too consistent to be firelight or veilfire.]
[Failing in finding her staff, Hawke leapt to her feet, fists out. Instead of finding a spider or demon awaiting her, she found the golden eyed stare of Anders. Beside him was a collection of creatures that -- ]
[The memories rushed back to her, of her adventures with Anders and their new pets -- Pokemon she recalled. She'd been here for five months, living in peace.]
[Living and married to Anders.]
[She sat back down, crushed by the weight of the memories. She'd admitted that she would have killed him, then promised that she wouldn't if she ever found herself back in Thedas. And yet...]
Anders...
ii. One Island, Beach. (Action)
[Hawke watched the surf intently, waves churning fitfully against the shoreline. One elbow was propped against her knee, holding her head up by the forehead. No longer did her eyes hold a mirthful sort of glimmer, her hair was no longer a perfect sheet of black. Instead, her gaze was dull and haunted, and her hair contained a silver streak.]
[The past four years had been agonizing.]
[Her fingers fidgeted with the ring on her left hand, and when she didn't stare at the water, she was focused on that.]
[She wasn't alone though. An Arcanine curled around her, licking her knee with and looking something akin to a kicked puppy. Beside her, a Granbull troubled with both her paws and her dress, looking between the woman, the ring and the surf, but making no sound.]
iii. Video
[After awhile, she clicked her Pokegear on, revealing the raven-haired woman (plus her blighted gray streak) rather unceremoniously. Those familiar with her would note how exceptional that was -- considering she was the woman who had once introduced herself while harassing her Doublades in an attempt at pretending to be an infamous admiral.]
[She lifted a hand, now bare of the ring, in a silent greeting.]
I did some pouring through the feed. It seems that my abrupt departure from this land had some of you worried. Fear not, your hero has arrived. [Though the words were perhaps familiar, the way they were spoken was halfhearted almost.]
I do... have a question. Since it is no secret that I have gone home and come back I was... wondering how one dealt with reintegration. [She closed her eyes.] I have spent the past four years living without Anders. It is hard to grasp the fact that he is now alive.
[And Hawke?]
[Hawke was a remnant of a bygone era. She'd failed a city, failed the people she cared for by letting it fall to ruin. The Templars had cast her from her home for aiding the mages, and the mages thought her solely responsible for what happened in Kirkwall. She had, after all, had a hand in its destruction. The city had taken everything from her: her mother, her people, her cause and eventually pushed her to drive a blade into the back of her lover.]
[It had been four years since she'd heard Anders say her name. Four years since she]
[Her best friend would miss her, of that she was sure. Relayed as much to the Inquisitor as he nodded his assent and began to charge toward the fade rift.]
[Drawing her staff, Hawke turned to the beast. Lightning crackled across her fingertips, flames built at the tip of the staff that had once been her father's.]
Sorry, Anders. [She wanted to believe that somewhere out there, he was listening. Heard her grief and would perhaps accept her with open arms when she slipped into whatever afterlife awaited her.]
[She charged forward, toward the clicking mandibles and murderous eyes of death itself. The rift nearby flashed twice, Stroud and Lavellan plunging through its shimmering surface. A jointed leg smashed down, knocking Hawke to the ground hard enough to hit her head. Her vision swam, barely processing another leg racing toward her chest with blazing speeds.]
[And then... Marian Hawke woke up.]
i. Closed to
purramedic [She rolled off of the cot with explosive force, crashing to the ground with a grunt before her hand flung out, searching frantically for her staff. Her surroundings made no sense, a bright floor and lights far too consistent to be firelight or veilfire.]
[Failing in finding her staff, Hawke leapt to her feet, fists out. Instead of finding a spider or demon awaiting her, she found the golden eyed stare of Anders. Beside him was a collection of creatures that -- ]
[The memories rushed back to her, of her adventures with Anders and their new pets -- Pokemon she recalled. She'd been here for five months, living in peace.]
[Living and married to Anders.]
[She sat back down, crushed by the weight of the memories. She'd admitted that she would have killed him, then promised that she wouldn't if she ever found herself back in Thedas. And yet...]
Anders...
ii. One Island, Beach. (Action)
[Hawke watched the surf intently, waves churning fitfully against the shoreline. One elbow was propped against her knee, holding her head up by the forehead. No longer did her eyes hold a mirthful sort of glimmer, her hair was no longer a perfect sheet of black. Instead, her gaze was dull and haunted, and her hair contained a silver streak.]
[The past four years had been agonizing.]
[Her fingers fidgeted with the ring on her left hand, and when she didn't stare at the water, she was focused on that.]
[She wasn't alone though. An Arcanine curled around her, licking her knee with and looking something akin to a kicked puppy. Beside her, a Granbull troubled with both her paws and her dress, looking between the woman, the ring and the surf, but making no sound.]
iii. Video
[After awhile, she clicked her Pokegear on, revealing the raven-haired woman (plus her blighted gray streak) rather unceremoniously. Those familiar with her would note how exceptional that was -- considering she was the woman who had once introduced herself while harassing her Doublades in an attempt at pretending to be an infamous admiral.]
[She lifted a hand, now bare of the ring, in a silent greeting.]
I did some pouring through the feed. It seems that my abrupt departure from this land had some of you worried. Fear not, your hero has arrived. [Though the words were perhaps familiar, the way they were spoken was halfhearted almost.]
I do... have a question. Since it is no secret that I have gone home and come back I was... wondering how one dealt with reintegration. [She closed her eyes.] I have spent the past four years living without Anders. It is hard to grasp the fact that he is now alive.
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Still, he doesn't react immediately, too shocked or perhaps not at all. A few moments pass before he so much as bows his head to see Flop place a paw on his hand and even Pinsy stare up at him with vague concern. His thoughts have either stopped completely or sped up to the point that he can't focus on one. Either way, he's silent for a bit longer before his voice returns to him, flat as it is.]
I'm still here.
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I am here too. It doesn't mean I'm not dead back home. [Well. That was particularly graceless way of bringing that up.]
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What? [It isn't like he didn't consider the possibility, hasn't dreaded it since he first offered his help to her. But after all he's seen her endure, he's surrendered to the ridiculous illusion that Hawke is invincible. Even now, he can't quite picture something actually spelling her demise.
It's a joke, surely, as she's prone to. A cruel one.
But it's too much so, even for her. He stares at her with wide eyes, fingers clutching at the fabric over his thighs. Was it in Kirkwall, because of him?] How? When?
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Circles fell, either by rebellion or through annulment. It devolved into war, into chaos. And just like with Kirkwall, things tend to take advantage of chaos.
Wrong place, wrong time.
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As Anders leans to prop his elbows on his knees and hide his face in his hands, Flop contorts himself between his trainer's leg and the arm of the chair. The steady rumble he starts up just barely grounds Anders in reality, where Hawke is dead because of him but still sitting across the room.]
I'm sorry. [He means it, even though it doesn't change anything.]
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You should see one of the nurses. They'll make sure you're well.
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[Four years ago, when she first arrived in this place, she'd managed to work through it. It had been easy enough, without the weight of the world and her actions on her shoulder. But if it had been hard to look at the man that she had resolved to kill, it was impossible to see him after she had succeeded.]
I'm fine enough as is. [Nevertheless, she stood. She made a small sound with her mouth, one that got D.T. to his feet. Maggie followed as well, though not without a fretful glance back toward Anders.]