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victory_road2016-10-02 07:45 pm
laughingstawke) wrote in victory_road2016-10-02 07:45 pm
[01] Public Video (+Private Action w/ purramedic)
[An intense-looking woman stares through the pokegear, looking at... something. As intimidating as she tried to come off, her brows were knitted together not in aggression, but in confusion. Anders had done what he could to instruct her, but when it came down to it, he didn't know much more than she did.]
[More magic, she figured. Just like the long-distance mirrors she'd seen in "her" house.]
This is a... "broadcast," I suppose? [She lifted a hand to perform air-quotes.] Anders told me he had seen a significant number of these. I figured it best for the public to become familiar with my face. It is only a matter of time until I have to be a hero.
... again.
So... fear not, dear public, your champion has arrived.
[Anders and Hawke wasted little time in setting out the only discernible path. For the most part, their trip was passed in, if not silence (Hawke certainly loved the sound of her own voice), but in a distant manner. Eager as Hawke was to run her mouth, she wasn't willing to run it at her companion.
There were too many unresolved threads of emotion, too many questions with the potential to disrupt the very core of their relationship.
But eventually, even her conversations subsided, and the silence was the only thing left between them.]
[More magic, she figured. Just like the long-distance mirrors she'd seen in "her" house.]
This is a... "broadcast," I suppose? [She lifted a hand to perform air-quotes.] Anders told me he had seen a significant number of these. I figured it best for the public to become familiar with my face. It is only a matter of time until I have to be a hero.
... again.
So... fear not, dear public, your champion has arrived.
[Anders and Hawke wasted little time in setting out the only discernible path. For the most part, their trip was passed in, if not silence (Hawke certainly loved the sound of her own voice), but in a distant manner. Eager as Hawke was to run her mouth, she wasn't willing to run it at her companion.
There were too many unresolved threads of emotion, too many questions with the potential to disrupt the very core of their relationship.
But eventually, even her conversations subsided, and the silence was the only thing left between them.]
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This is a land separate from many - though the landmass seems to have no name. The country we arrive in is known as Johto, but there is another. Kanto.
...And, no. There is no willing way to return to where you came from.
[ Not that he'd want it. He cannot face Ivalice, plus he was in a cage and all. ]
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So, I am in a land at peace, never to return to the wartorn lands of which I was born to.
How boring.
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Isn't it sad?
But he gives a scoff. What he'd give for an Ivalice at peace. Instead of suffering due to him... ]
Some leave. Some stay. The gods are those who decide, not us.
...Your name, Champion.
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Hawke. Marian Hawke if you were my mother which, unless you are a bewitched sort of abomination, you are not.
[She could tell he was losing his patience. She couldn't make any promises when it came to reeling back her attitude, but at the very least, she could be a little more helpful in her sarcasm.]
Gods then? Are they the smiting type, or the benevolent sort?