[Hawke is slumped against a wall somewhere, squinting at the datapad. There is a party hat affixed lopsidedly to her head, and an Anders nearby with a pink umbrella tucked behind his ear and a purple feather boa around his neck]I don't suppose someone could come and find us? Only, I'm not entirely certain where we are, or where we need to be going ( Read more... )

[Marian's voice can be heard, but it doesn't appear as if she's talking to the general public. More like the datapad has interrupted a private conversation]

Call me crazy - yes Bethany, I know you do - but there doesn't actually seem to be anything wr--

[Whatever it was that Hawke was saying is drowned out by a series of deeafening blasts as the ( Read more... )

[The video is focussed on what appears to be an empty stretch of grassland - right up until a motherfucking dragon swoops in. A young voice, male, is heard--] Holy--! [and cut off by the sound of the beast roaring. It's already deeply wounded, a fact that one Marian Hawke takes blatant advantage of as she runs up the thing's back, leaps onto its ( Read more... )

[This is directed at her broskis, but anyone can comment]

All right, my merry band of misfits, pack your things. We've dragons to hunt.

Well, now that I've finally convinced my pilot to actually take flying lessons, I should be getting off the ground at some point in the near future. How fast I end up back on it ought to be interesting to see. [she grins; fiery death is fun, guys!] That said, I was wondering if anyone had suggestions for a destination? I've discovered that one ( Read more... )

[Hawke has tried (unsuccessfully) to hide the fact that her upper arm has been bandaged. She sitting still, though, so you can't see the limp]

Look what I got~

[There's a snap-hiss, and her face is lit up by the red glow of a lightsaber. She makes a few casual passes with it, then wrinkles her nose] I don't suppose anyone knows how to weight ( Read more... )

[There's some scuffling, and then a loud BANG as if the datapad was just thrown to the ground. Laboured breathing can be heard, before an unrecognisable voice is broadcast, hoarse and slightly muffled]

I will destroy you, Marian!

[There's a choked sound, vaguely feminine, before the more recognisable sound of Hawke's voice can be heard, just as ( Read more... )

[Hawke has learnt how to use the video function properly! Finally. She's giving the camera and easy smile, but those that know her might notice a slight tightness around the edges of her expression]

You know, I'm starting to get the feeling we're not entirely welcome in this place. It's depressing how life trends continue even when you get dragged ( Read more... )

[Because Hawke hasn't figured out how to a) make filters or b) turn the video function off, everyone gets to see her fabulous toga'd self looking very confusedly at the camera]I'm not a mage! I know, I'm staggeringly amazing, but there are perfectly mundane, non-magical reasons for that. I'll even take the time to explain them to you, if you ask ( Read more... )

[Datapad flicks on]

Andraste’s knicker - what? [a flash of blue eyes and a surprised face before it hits the ground. Fumblefumble. Datapad flicks off]

[A few minutes. Datapad flicks on!] ...I’m going to assume this isn’t some sort of small and oddly shaped projectile we-

[Datapad flicks off ( Read more... )