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[tvntrsdreadwolf]

[It's not the act of throwing the book across the room that activates the journal, but rather the inarticulate howl that follows it and triggers the audio recording. Whoever is on the other end is Very Angry.]

No! Not like this! DANARIUS!

[Ah, there's a name that might mean something to those who know it. There's a crash, followed by the sound of

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[iwannabeadragon]

[He'd answer you Fenris but right now Hawke is out taking his puppy for a walk, a puppy who he's pretty sure is immortal at this point. Of course it's not like he's too hard to find. Who could hide a beard that amazing after all?

At the moment Hawke is out in front of the barracks with his pup faithfully following beside him.]

[tvntrsdreadwolf]

[It's all good. Because, having found the barracks completely lacking in anything or anyone of worth (Anders was there after all), here comes Fenris, all but kicking the door down as he exits.]

[And spots Hawke. Well. Thank the Maker for SOME small miracle anyway. He hurries over.]

Hawke! Where is he? Where's Danarious?!

[Because you were right there. Right behind him. Like he'd asked. For exactly this reason.]

[iwannabeadragon]

[Seeing Fenris here again, Hawke is utterly confused. Happy, but still very confused.]

Fenris! You're back! Got bored without me huh?

[And the confusion continues.]

Well, if I had to guess I'd say he's in Tevinter rolling around in goat blood or something.

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[...He might agree with that. If he hadn't laid his own eyes on the vile man not five minutes earlier why don't you remember Hawke??]

He's not! I saw him! He was HERE!

[Fenris gestures sharply to some undefined space in front of him. Except.. the look in his eyes clearly proved that he's not entirely convinced that "here" is where he thinks it is anymore.]

You were with me.

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Wait, do you not remember being here before?

[By the Maker this place makes his head hurt. Things should be more simple. He misses the days just stabbing all his problems to death.]

Was I? I seem to be there for a lot of things I don't remember doing.

[Seriously if he's been here this entire time who is the other Hawke back in Kirkwall?]

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[There's a gnawing, panicky sort of feeling that's starting to make itself at home in his gut. What's going on here? Why isn't Hawke remembering? Why should HE have to answer that question? He's the one asking these sorts of things!]

[Still scowling, Fenris shifts uneasily on his feet. He doesn't like doubt.]

Why shouldn't I? This- this is Kirkwall. [Right? Right?? Ignore the snow.] My sister... she was at the Hanged Man. I asked you to come with me. Danarious was there.

[It's said with that peculiar sort of force that comes out when someone's trying to make themselves believe in the validity of an uncertain argument.]

[iwannabeadragon]

[This is the closest to panic that Hawke has ever seen Fenris. He wasn't even sure Fenris was capable of that until now.]

Oh I'm sure he was. He's probably still there too. Unfortunately this isn't Kirkwall. This is Holloways Keep, which I have no idea where that is, and I've been stuck here for about seven months now.

[He's got to wonder which of them sounds more insane right now.]

[tvntrsdreadwolf]

[Fenris is not in a good spot right now. He'd been five seconds from FINALLY putting his fist through Danarious' ribcage (and quite possibly his sister's too damn her), confronting everything that had been haunting him for over six years and then suddenly he's waking up in some strange cell and Hawke is telling him that he's not in Kirkwall anymore and now he's wondering if he's lost even more of his memory and--]

[Yeah, it's not sitting very well with him right now. Give him a moment and he'll find enough rage to dump all of this into.]

He can't- you- seven months?!

[iwannabeadragon]

[As bad as this all is, at least Fenris doesn't seem to know anything about Anders blowing up the chantry. Hawke isn't particularly looking forward to the shitstorm that is bound to come from that.]

Trust me when I say I'm just as confused as you are.

[Seriously, he's been here seven months and he hasn't gotten any closer to figuring this place out. He thought he'd be out of here by now.]

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[Hawke might want to reserve front row seats for that one.]

[Snarling, Fenris rakes a hand through his hair and starts pacing, as if he could burn off the overwhelming frustration just by moving.]

I don't understand. Why are we here? What is this place? What happened?

[Hawke, onlybest friend, he can't read the note in the journal. Throw him a clue here.]

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[Fenris looks like he's starting to get antsy. It's a shame Hawke doesn't have any wine bottles that he can offer the elf to throw at walls.]

The short answer is that apparently nothing exists anymore. The long answer is that I have no clue.

[While Fenris paces the starts to follow him back and forth excitedly. It looks like someone thinks they're about to play a game.]

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[For the most part the dog is ignored. He'd do something about it, but the very idea of kicking Hawke's puppy somehow seems fundamentally wrong. Like there might actually be a law of the universe against it.]

No, that's impossible. You and I are here, aren't we? This blasted Keep is here. You can't tell me that this is all that's left!

[He does nearly step on the puppy as he rounds back on Hawke again, hands up in some futile effort to find something worthwhile to wrap his fingers around and strangle into submission. It seems to snap at least a little bit of sense back into him though, and he takes a few steps back afterwards, expression faintly mollified.]

[He doesn't actually apologize, but he looks like maybe he feels like he should.]

[iwannabeadragon]

[Fenris should just be glad that it's not his mabari. Thunderbutt would have barreled the elf over by now if he wanted to play.]

Well I never said I believed. That's just the excuse they gave in the note that came with our journals. If you ask me they could have done much better than that. Maybe they should start asking Varric to think of their excuses for them.

Still, wherever this keep is, it's definitely not on Thedas.

[The puppy flails before retreating behind Hawke's leg. This isn't a fun game anymore and he doesn't want to play. For Hawke's part he looks more amused than offended.]

Watch your step. Carver likes sticking his nose in places it doesn't belong.

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[Fenris snorts.]

He is aptly named, then.

[Whether it's a conscious effort or his anger has finally managed to burn itself out, he finally appears to calm down a little. If nothing else, the fact that he can feel his toes starting to go numb is a bit sobering.]

Journals? [His brows knit together in confusion.] What note?

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I thought so.

[Hawke was wondering when Fenris would finally remember the snow that's everywhere.]

The one in your room that's with your journal.

[He smirks and shakes his head.]

Here's a tip, try looking around first before you go charging outside intent on maiming the first thing you get your hands on.

[tvntrsdreadwolf]

[Fenris bristles a little, defensive more than angry. Yes there's a difference. He WAS looking. For Danarious.]

Had that been the case, you would be scraping Anders out from between the grouting. Why give us journals?