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action feb 1-5

[ hawke spends most of her time in the first few days of the invasion trying to assess the threat and helping out anyone she can. none of it looks good to her. these things don't look like demons that she knows of from thedas, but they sure do act like it. tearing out hearts is more than bad. attacking people at all would be enough for hawke. everything else is just the icing they didn't need.

so she takes to the streets, getting people out of the way if she can and saving whatever lives are possible to save, all while killing as many of the demons as she can. ]

feb 5th, mostly for reactions if anyone wants to

[ she and her dog cailan are at it again, but this time hawke finds a group that are harder to deal with than others. they seem intent on tag-teaming her, distracting her dog and then trying to swoop in for her. cailan's jaws snap at anything within reach, the wardog having been bred for exactly this. unfortunately for hawke, she gets separated from him about halfway through the day. one of the demons swoops at her from above, while another turns her around. it's enough that the fireball she was conjuring goes off-course, hitting too close to her for her to dodge properly. she throws up her hands to avoid the knockback and the searing heat from the resulting fire, which gives a third demon enough of an opportunity to dive in.

it thrusts its clawed hand or whatever it is deep into her chest. hawke gasps, both in shock and pain, and before she can think to heal herself, the thing rips its hand back out, taking her heart with it. as cailan's barks turn to whines and howls of utter distress, hawke's lifeless body falls to the ground. satisfied with their sacrifice, the beats leave, one flying off straight for jill. cailan hesitates for one second before he follows that one, clearly wanting to find out where it's taking that all-important piece of his mistress. ]

network feb 7th

[ hawke doesn't revive until the 7th when she contacts jill first. after that, she addresses the network as a whole. ] Well, that was unexpected. I guess these things are heartbreakers. [ ha ha ha, hawke. ]

What have I missed? And is everyone else safe? Who needs rescuing?

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( Admittedly, she's surprised that there's such a quick turnaround time, because...well. Death is usually the end of it, but it isn't exactly shocking to see someone bounce back from it. She's seen Derek Hale do it. Kate Argent. She helped Peter Hale do it, although not willingly.

But she's willing to bet that she isn't wrong about the message from the Voices; they're never wrong. )

Was it, though? Was it unexpected?

( Yes, that's sarcasm she'll probably sense coming from Lydia. )

[ hey, the waking up in her bed part was unexpected! though hawke's face pulls downward a bit as she recognizes who's sending this. ]

Waking up in bed was.

[ the rest, though... it takes a second text, but she does manage it. ]

This sort of magic isn't common in Thedas. I'll remember you did warn me if it happens again.

[ and she'll take it more seriously because it's apparently pretty accurate. ]

I hate to say that I told you so, but... I know how crazy I sound when I do that, believe me. I really do. So I get it, but just...you can see where my frustration comes from, I mean, right?

Go ahead. I deserve it.

[ and besides, it might remind her a bit of varric. ]

I do. And I won't forget it. What say I buy you a drink and you can tell me I told you so all day?

No, that's okay. Anything beyond suggesting it strongly is tacky. You get the idea.

But how about we shelf that offer until whatever all of this is...is over? I'm so not going out there.

Most of the people I know back home would take every opportunity to be as tacky as possible about this sort of thing.

[ not that she isn't grateful that lydia isn't, but she'd expected something of the sort. ]

Ah good point. Well, when all of this is over keep that in mind.

And thank you. For the warning I was too heroically stupid to heed properly.

Well, I'm a classy girl.

( At least, she tries to be when she can. )

Will do, for sure.

You're welcome. Be careful. Hopefully there isn't a next time, but in case there is: next time, hopefully you'll listen to me.

I'll say. I don't see you sitting in the Hanged Man.

[ that... would probably have more weight to it if lydia knew about the hanged man and its reputation in kirkwall. oh well. ]

I will.

( ...whatever that means? Lydia's assuming it's meant to be a compliment. )

Right, then I'll talk to you later.

[Lorna is trying to fight the demon-things, too. For her, that means using her mutant ability: She's twisted some metal scraps into a sizable spear with said powers and is trying to use it to toss it at the things.]

I don't suppose you have any more metal lying around?

[Said to the other woman nearby.]

Not on hand. I'm not exactly a magnet. Might be able to send my dog to find some if he weren't so keen on helping us fight. The trouble with warhounds.

[ "trouble" yep. someone's being a dry humored little shit. ]

[That dry humor gets a laugh. But look what you did Hawke, because Lorna can return it.]

Ah well, being a magnet's a pretty attractive gig sometimes. But at least your warhound has mettle in spades.

[aka: find all the metal puns/plays on words.]

Oh, good one! Someone should give you a medal for it.

[ ohh yeah, they're doing this. ]

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