☶ sixteenth choice ☶ // ♁ Eight Reapers Down ⇁ video
[The camera is focussed on a twisted heap of metal that looks like it potentially could have been two separate swoop bikes at one point, before it swivels around to reveal a slightly dishevelled looking Hawke squinting up at the camera.]
You know, correct me if I’m wrong. [The camera zooms out to show that Hawke is talking to an equally dishevelled Shepard] But isn’t the aim of this game to not crash into anything?
[Shepard groans, rubbing her hand over her face, smearing dirt across her nose.] We didn’t crash. We just... Had very confused swoop bikes that didn’t know where they were going. [8Db]
[Hawke looks over at the wreckage again (it’s pink and lightning blue), before returning to Shepard] I think your swoop bike was jealous that my swoop bike was winning and tried to cheat, actually. I’d ask you to reprimand your swoop bike, but I don’t think it’s in any condition to listen. [Squinting] Do you see that? [point. ‘That’ appears to be a small flame]
Come again with that? [There’s a slow rise of an eyebrow as Shepard glances at Hawke.] I think that liquor is clouding your memories, because I was the one winning, and your swoop bike was being a big baby about it. [Except, no. We all know it was Shepard who crashed into Hawke.
She turns to look at the mess and the flame.] If only we had marshmallows...
I said that I was winning, and-- [A pause.] Hey, Shepard? Isn’t fire suppose to go out when it gets wet? [Whumf. The little flame is now a fairly moderate sized flame, licking at the sides of the wreck]
[Shepard gets to her feet, wobbling slightly, probably a combination of the crash and the alcohol.] I’d hate to rain on our merrily drunken parade, but I’m pretty sure our poor, jealous swoop bikes are about to explode. We should probably run.
[The camera starts to shake slightly, indicating that Hawke is - albeit it slowly, kind of like a ninja sneaking through the night - moving away from the wreck] Explode? That’s sort of an overreaction, don’t you think? I wasn’t winning by that much. [a pause, as she picks up the pace a little] Hey Shepard, what are marshm--
[BOOM]
[The camera feed hits static before going completely black. However, the audio still works decently enough.] Hawke... If I didn’t think it’d somehow get me killed, I’d kiss you right now.
[For a couple of seconds all you can hear is the sound of Hawke laughing, broken by a faint groan of pain before she laughs again] Oh, no, by all means. After that, you can have all the kisses you want.
You know, correct me if I’m wrong. [The camera zooms out to show that Hawke is talking to an equally dishevelled Shepard] But isn’t the aim of this game to not crash into anything?
[Shepard groans, rubbing her hand over her face, smearing dirt across her nose.] We didn’t crash. We just... Had very confused swoop bikes that didn’t know where they were going. [8Db]
[Hawke looks over at the wreckage again (it’s pink and lightning blue), before returning to Shepard] I think your swoop bike was jealous that my swoop bike was winning and tried to cheat, actually. I’d ask you to reprimand your swoop bike, but I don’t think it’s in any condition to listen. [Squinting] Do you see that? [point. ‘That’ appears to be a small flame]
Come again with that? [There’s a slow rise of an eyebrow as Shepard glances at Hawke.] I think that liquor is clouding your memories, because I was the one winning, and your swoop bike was being a big baby about it. [Except, no. We all know it was Shepard who crashed into Hawke.
She turns to look at the mess and the flame.] If only we had marshmallows...
I said that I was winning, and-- [A pause.] Hey, Shepard? Isn’t fire suppose to go out when it gets wet? [Whumf. The little flame is now a fairly moderate sized flame, licking at the sides of the wreck]
[Shepard gets to her feet, wobbling slightly, probably a combination of the crash and the alcohol.] I’d hate to rain on our merrily drunken parade, but I’m pretty sure our poor, jealous swoop bikes are about to explode. We should probably run.
[The camera starts to shake slightly, indicating that Hawke is - albeit it slowly, kind of like a ninja sneaking through the night - moving away from the wreck] Explode? That’s sort of an overreaction, don’t you think? I wasn’t winning by that much. [a pause, as she picks up the pace a little] Hey Shepard, what are marshm--
[BOOM]
[The camera feed hits static before going completely black. However, the audio still works decently enough.] Hawke... If I didn’t think it’d somehow get me killed, I’d kiss you right now.
[For a couple of seconds all you can hear is the sound of Hawke laughing, broken by a faint groan of pain before she laughs again] Oh, no, by all means. After that, you can have all the kisses you want.