Retesting Voice;

[hawkethis]

Oh no, I'll have to insist you stop that right now. Didn't your mother ever tell you no sad faces were allowed at the dinner table? Harp on it constantly, if we're being honest with each other? Which, by the by, we're not. I would never say such things about my mother.

You could rival Fenris and Anders combined with that pout, but I'm afraid it's not in the least bit convincing. No, serrah, pouts and frowns and sad pitiful things absolutely do not work on me at all.

Don't you give me that look.

You know all you have to do is say the word. That's how a partnership works, isn't it? Though offering coin with the beck-and-call helps ease the sting a bit...that's not going to work, is it? Someday, perhaps. The point is, all this moping about like my shadow's this awful thing to stand in is ridiculous.

Maker, you're turning into my brother. If I asked nicely, would you stop?

Proactivity. Iniative. Yadda, yadda, do I sound authoritative enough to get you to listen yet?

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[hawkethat]

I thought we were going to do karaoke together. Doesn't she want to do that anymore?

[hawkethis]

Hawke, you know these things are spur-of-the-moment, drunken ideas.

By which I mean that it doesn't matter much what she wants--especially if she's just going to mope at me like Carver does--we're definitely doing it anyway.

[hawkethat]

Okay, good.

Maybe she just needs more to drink.

[Hawke. Hawke, that is not helpful.]

[hawkethis]

[Pfft, of course it's helpful, how could that not be helpful?]

To be fair, everyone needs a bit more to drink.

[hawkethat]

That's some sound logic if I've ever heard any.

More drinks for everyone!

[hawkethis]

Have we tried the one that's supposed to bash your head into a wall, or however that went?

[hawkethat]

The something wallbanger? I don't think we have, no.

[hawkethis]

Mmm, something like that. I don't pay half as much attention to the names as I probably should. One day they'll hand me arsenic, and I'll be perfectly content with it.

...Do you think you could survive that?

[hawkethat]

Which one, arsenic or the wallbanger?

[hawkethis]

The arsenic. I'd never doubt actual alcohol. [EEEEEEEven though she probably still should, regardless. We don't want any "drunk in strange bathrooms" stories in here, do we?]

[hawkethat]

Well, I did survive a high dragon. That's kind of like arsenic, isn't it?

[No, Hawke. No, it isn't.]

[who said anything about "drunk in strange bathroom" stories]

[hawkethis]

In the feeling like everything's burning sense, maybe.

[STOP ENCOURAGING IT, HAWKE.]

[no one. yet.]

[hawkethat]

You realize if you dare me to drink it you're going to have to drink it, too.

[Hawke. Hawke, stop. Stop this conversation right now.]

[/cough

Oh, good]

[hawkethis]

As if I would let you make me look bad.

[They are both going to die. GAME OVER, MAN, GAME OVER. If you die outside your game, you die in real life!]

[hawkethat]

Well, good. I'm glad that's settled, then.

[Uh, Hawke, you didn't actually settle anything...]

[spellmight]

You could try deepening your voice.

If it worked for Alistair, it very well may work for you, as well.

[hawkethis]

Deepening my voice.

...You mean like Flemeth's sort of way-way-over-the-hill crone laugh, because if that's where we're going here, I might just have to pass. Unless it somehow makes me endearing even when I'm sober? Then perhaps. But it's an iffy perhaps.

[spellmight]

No, I'm thinking more of Flemeth's daughter. And her voice is not that vastly deeper than yours.

Perhaps Anders may be able to give you some beneficial instruction? When he was drunk, he'd try emulating a woman's voice while telling stories and he sounded remarkably like her. It was practically eerie.

[ some things just have not changed. ]

[hawkethis]

Getting him drunk hasn't been...an option on the table, as of late. He's been quite the mum, and that's eerie enough.

Though it's an idea. [Interest piqued.] What stories were these, I wonder?

[spellmight]

Are you sure we are discussing the same Anders? I am almost doubtful.

His sixth escape attempt from the Circle, which, he says was simply for the sake of being in the company of a particular woman templar on the long journey back to the Tower.

Believe that or not, his impression of the woman was quite good!