re: Hawke's thoughts on being shipwrecked.

[battlemaged]

--how the bloody hell is it my fault that that Rivaini can't sail her own damned ship?

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[sex_angel]

Your impeccable good looks distracted her?

[battlemaged]

No, no. She's managed to crash another before she even met me.

[sex_angel]

Oh well I tried. Why did you even get on the ship with her?

[battlemaged]

Well, it was either that or get lynched on the spot.

[sex_angel]

[She looks disheartened by that.]

I know that feeling.

[battlemaged]

Tends to put a damper on public relations, doesn't it.

[sex_angel]

Our public relations were only good when we were kids. Twelve kids all born with pale skin and purple eyes on the same day. We were a bit of a freakshow but at least people LIKED us.

[backstabbing]

Now what's all this about.

[battlemaged]

Oh, not much. Save for me being shipwrecked on some creepy little coastline with this creepy little town being the only semblance of civilization anywhere.

[Forgive him, Isabela. Someone's not had his coffee this morning.]

[backstabbing]

Well I don't see how that's my doing.

[lmao it's fine she has no idea what he's talking about.

she's a great sailor >(

well. except that one time but. the qunari.......]

[battlemaged]

Well, last I remember, we were all fleeing Kirkwall on your ship. Next thing I know, I'm spitting out sand and Maker knows what else on that blasted beach.

Did I happen to fall overboard and no one noticed? [If so, thanks for that. Great friends you guys are.]

[backstabbing]

Maybe you decided to go for a swim in the middle of the ocean. I knew I should have gone over the safety rules before letting you lot on my ship.

[battlemaged]

[Just...this look forever.]

[notyourlittlewolf]

[Just going to stand here and look Amused.]

[battlemaged]

Not a word, you hear me? Not one.

[notyourlittlewolf]

[He holds up his hands, palm outwards.]

How?

[battlemaged]

Damned if I know. One minute we're fleeing Kirkwall, the next, I'm waking up face down on some beach, spitting out sand and bits of seaweed.

[notyourlittlewolf]

Harsh. Was there anyone else around you? [He's looking you over. You seem to be okay.]

[battlemaged]

Not a soul. [Which was sad, considering what they'd gone through to escape together.] I'd at first assumed all of you'd gone down with the ship, but apparently not, as here you stand. Hale and hearty, from the looks of it.

[notyourlittlewolf]

[Worrying, considering the trouble Hawke got into on a regular basis.]

Unlike Varric, I can swim. [It's a rough stab at a joke that feels fairly flat.]

I am... well enough. And you, hawke?

[battlemaged]

[Aww, no need to worry, Fenris. Hawke's a trooper, you know that. At the attempt at humor, though, the mage grinned.]

Yeah, I'd think he could probably float, but that blasted crossbow'd drag him down.

Eh, I'm surviving. Which is...something, I suppose.

[notyourlittlewolf]

[He tries, he really does.]

Oh, badtalking Bianca? Not wise.

[He nods.] That is good. [And he's very glad to hear it.]

[battlemaged]

Well, it's the truth. And Varric's not here, so. [Nyah.]

And it'd be bloody better if my spells worked more often than not, and there was a drop of clean drinking water around the place, Maker save me.

[notyourlittlewolf]

You're funeral. [But hear that? That's a chuckle.]

I... Pardon? You... No magic?

[battlemaged]

Tell me about it. [SNORT] I had to rub two sticks together to make a blasted fire.

[notyourlittlewolf]

[Silence and he stares. He bites the inside of his cheek in an attempt to control his amusement.]

You... That is unfortunate.

[battlemaged]

Don't rub it in.

[Peckish Champion is...oh so peckish, thanks.]

[notyourlittlewolf]

[He has wine? And some food.]

I won't. Aside from that, are you all right?

[battlemaged]

[BRILLIANT.]

Thank you. [A heaved sigh.] For the most part. The place reminds me of Lothering after the Blight, but I'll make due, I suppose. Not really a lot of options otherwise.

[He could do with some good company, too, just sayin'.]

[notyourlittlewolf]

[Have at. He's got a supply. Oh look, wine. Glug.]

Hm. It is a game? Which one?

[battlemaged]

It's this crappy little village out in the middle of nowhere, Fenris.

[notyourlittlewolf]

[He frowns. It sounds as bad as the deep roads, perhaps worse.]

And you are alone?

[battlemaged]

Of preferred company? Yes. But Flemeth's bloody daughter is here somewhere, as well as a few others who are...well, suffice it to say they're strange.

[notyourlittlewolf]

Vishante Kaffas!

[And now you've gone and gotten him worried.] Strange how?

[battlemaged]

For one, I don't think they're from Thedas at all. At least, they don't seem to even know the name.

[notyourlittlewolf]

That does not surprise me. I have met those from... Other places myself.