sirenspull | ~001 Comedy Mask~ [Video]

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~001 Comedy Mask~ [Video]

Ah- yes. Hello. This... is Garret Hawke here. The Champion of Kirkwall. I appear to be in a place that's... not where I went to sleep. So either I've been drinking in the Hanged man again, or I've been kidnapped by some form of wily demon.

[He sighed and gave that beard a scratch.]

The thing is, I'm a big fan of knowing where I am, and there's a lot of things here that really make me question what I had to drink last night. These buildings don't look like anything in Kirkwall. Or Fereldan. Maybe these are tevinter buildings? No. Fenris probably would have commented on how they were built by slaves or something.

[He shook his head and sighed.]

Well. If anyone could give me information I'd pay them in... [He checked for his purse.] A charming smile and perhaps even a flirty wink.

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Truly? But that seems-- ah. A joke?

[When isn't Hawke joking... Ah, well. They're almost there!]

In any case, I've already been here for months. While leaving seems possible, it is also something we cannot control.

No, for once it's not a joke. That is what society dictates we must do. Must be Orlesian influence.

[Hawke didn't mind stairs. Kirkwall had a lot of stairs, so did his house really.]

Right. Trapped, got it.

[He didn't like that at all. But he needed to know the facts.]

Have you fared well? [A carefully coded question, if Fenris hadn't? Then he had to fix it. Like he would for all of his friends.]

[Guilt rises like bile in his throat. He can't tell Hawke about- about setting someone on fire. He just can't.]

...as well as anyone can in this blighted city.

[On the last few steps, he seems to make an excessive amount of noise, feet stamping a little harder than normal and keys jingling as he opens the door. It's precaution's sake.]

[... Fenris is being odd. But he knows not to push him. Fenris will tell Hawke what's the matter when he's ready, as frustrating as that fact is. Then... stomping and key jangling?]

Is this a Tevinter dance craze I've not heard of?

No, but it would behoove you to do the same should you decide to stay here.

[He'll leave the...assassin part for Zevran to explain.

They step inside-- and it's a pretty barren place. None of the occupants are really used to owning much.]

O...kay?

[Hawke shook his head and made a face before stepping inside.]

Not quite high town... not low town either.

[Gifts. Gifts are what these people needed. Nothing extravagant... just something to make it more homey.]

So who lives here, You, Isabela's Friend Zevran. Anyone else?

...you shall see soon enough.

[He stands around awkwardly for a moment.]

Are you-- thirsty?

Yes, Thirsty for information. Who else lives here Fenris?

[Tell me please. You're starting to make me worry.]

Mmm.

[Fenris fidgets.]

The mage.

Anders is here? Why would you hide that from me Fenris?

[He wasn't angry, he was just completely confused.]

Are you jealous?

[He asks trying to joke it off.]

[Uh, no, he just thought you'd ask a lot of weird questions as to why he and Fenris are still alive. He looks confused.]

I'm not certain I understand what jealousy has to do with any of this.

Nevermind Fenris. Why did you hesitate to mention Anders? Did something happen?

[He asked, dread beginning to creep up on him.]

...You do not find it strange that we are living together? Seemingly harmoniously?

[And also? He hasn't been around in a few days. That might worry Hawke...]

You two... Well now that you mention it.

[He shakes his head.]

Can we please just establish what's going on? Is he here?

...He is not. I have not seen him in some time.

[He can't ever... not do something for Hawke. He just can't.]

We had something of an argument.

[Typical. His lips purse slightly, but he doesn't make a comment or become angry.]

So we need to find him.

[He didn't want details, yes he loved Anders, but Anders could be extreme, and with Fenris being Fenris they did clash quite a lot.]

But he is here in this place?

[He nods.]

This city, however, is large. I know not where he went, and any posts made with the NVs could go ignored.

So we're looking for a needle in a haybarn.

[He takes a deep breath and rubs his forehead.]

What was the argument about? If you don't want to give me details I understand for now. Just tell me, Are we talking about slammed doors or all out blight?

[Hawke wasn't sure who would be the darkspawn in that analogy.]

[He looks away.]

It is nothing so simple. But if I must answer, I believe an all out blight would be more applicable.

[You don't appear in a world of five minutes and then there's all out chaos. Hawke steeled himself. It wasn't fair to blame either of them at this point, but Hawke would let it lay for the moment.]

Help me in my efforts to find him and I won't speak of it.

[Though... he couldn't resist.]

Is there anything else I ought to know Fenris?

[It grieved him to be this stern, but he wasn't going to stand for more surprises like this.]

[...he just can't lie to Hawke.]

We-- yes.

Due to our...grievances, some strange magic caused us to...switch bodies.

[Gonna let that one sink in a bit.]

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So...

[They were arguing and they swapped bodies.

On one hand, Maker would I have LOVED to see Fenris doing Anders's facial expressions. On the other hand, I wasn't here to be diplomat. Oh good lord it was a blight wasn't it? Makers breath and Andraste's left buttock. This was going to be a long day.]

You were fighting and you swapped bodies? It sounds like a bad play idea from a Denerim acting company.

[He clears his throat, feeling a bit foolish.]

Perhaps, but it is true nonetheless. I hardly know how, just that it happened. And lasted for about a week. I-

[A deep breath.]

I could not control his magic. An innocent man suffered for it.

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