driftfleet_ooc | SEPTEMBER TEST DRIVE

a. Wandering

[This planet reminds Adalwolfe of the good parts of Orlais. Which, of course, is blasphemy coming from any ~~dog~~ red-blooded Ferelden to say that Orlais even has any good parts, but the colorful buildings and the sweeping architecture and the sheer amount of stuff sitting everywhere is a comfort he's been seeking since waking up with a terribly confused jolt back on the Marsiva a few days ago.

He'd been... in a desert? A swamp? Something. Somewhere, he knows somewhere back on Thedas, but the details are all muddled and jump out of his mental grasp like fish, flashing once above the surface and then gone. He'd stopped trying to hang onto them after the first hour, easier to just get on with it and move forward, see who was still around. At least there could be some familiarity in that amidst his annoyance at being tugged around the multiverse.

Maker, he must already be acclimating of he's thinking in terms like 'multiverse.'

Hands in pockets, Wolfe wanders himself through the main thoroughfare of the colorful city, stopping to pick up the occasional bauble in shops at random, then sighing and putting it back down. More often he looks over his shoulders, trying to catch glimpses of familiar faces from home, from the Fleet... both, maybe. He'd been too rattled trying to sort out his mind when he'd arrived to try and contact anyone despite his wanting to move forward. In fact, his communicator remains off in his pocket. Funny, he's never been hesitant to face people before, even people who hate him, but somehow this seemed too daunting, or maybe too impersonal over text or voice or even video.

So he keeps looking and tells himself he isn't worried that too much has changed.]

b. Augury

[Something that always has gotten Wolfe's mind off of anything else is good hard work. Chasing bandits, tracking down wayward children, eradicating spiders, dragonlings, and even full grown dragons out of mines. It's all things he's done before. Even more mundane work like digging holes for farm posts or carting goods from point a to point b are things he has under his belt. It's nice to do those things, actually. Too often the second he's found out as the Champion of Kirkwall it's either he's a monster and chased out of town or a hero who shouldn't have to raise a finger. He gets fussy either way.

Thankfully on alien planets - and in the Fleet at large - no one knows or cares and his magic here is appreciated. Or, well, sort of. It's not as if he's really ever been any good at divination. Truthfully, being schooled in magic outside of any Circle, he didn't even know divination was an actual discipline until coming across it in books here. Back home he just thought it was something relegated to Rivaini Seers, but it's still magic in the loosest sense.

He can do a pretty good impression of a fortune teller just by being able to read people, even if he doesn't have actual prophetic ability. The cut of their clothes, their posture, the expressions on their face. He's pretty certain that's what the people here mean by someone's 'aura' anyway. Even so, using the weird machines to tell people their fortunes has been his favorite job on these weird planets yet. Probably because he gets to dress up and make a goof of himself without feeling self-conscious. Magic here is used in such a rudimentary way by everyone, either through its use or the purchase of fortune telling as a magical service, and no one seems to care one way or the other about it on the fundamental level. It's always a refreshing thing no matter how many planets they come across that don't persecute their mages.]

Step right up and have your cards read by the Wolfe of Wisdom! Want to know the exact shade of your aura? If you had the right breakfast today? If there's love and joy in your future or only heartbreak? No question is too large or small for the all-seeing eyes of the Hawke!

[He might be mixing metaphors here, especially with his newly-purchased "mystical" garb covered in non-sense symbols and spangly blue starts, but at the very least he's having a good time in not having any shame at all.]

c. Here lizard lizard lizard...

Oh you beauty...

[Adalwolfe is kneeling at the bottom of a very large well appointed cage with a large mottled lizard curled around a water dish in the bottom, staring up at the dottering human mage with an expression bordering between annoyed and sleepy. The orange sunburst around its eyes is the only color that isn't drab, but to Adalwolfe this is the most beautiful creature he's laid eyes on outside of Thedas.]

Oh yes, you could come home with me couldn't you, little dragon. I would feed you anything you wanted and you'd grow up nice and strong, yes you would.

[Don't be alarmed if Wolfe turns to you, stranger or friend alike, with wide eyes and a light grin.]

Don't you think he'd be happier with an entire ship to run about? I bet he even would eat mice. A working dragon. What do you think?

d. Wildcard

[Anything and everything else goes here. Adalwolfe likes to explore and get into trouble, so I am down for whatever! If you want to plan ahead, my plurk is

reikofanel]

[While she's not doing much of anything, Riona's a little proud of herself that she's on her feet and wandering around the planet and not holed up in her room. The past few months have been... difficult, to put it lightly. Friends disappearing, Fenris and Marian breaking up, all the arguing that's ensued since... Somehow dealing with the Blight had been easier than dealing with all this interpersonal shit. At least back then she had things to kill, and a purpose to fulfill. Here she's left floundering, helpless and a bit lost.

She almost misses that flash of white hair. It's only because she glanced over that she really notices it, stopping in her tracks. But it's not until he turns his head, and she sees that goatee and light colored eyes that she realizes who it is.]

Adalwolfe?

[He doesn't flinch, to his credit, but he's not sure at first if he's relieved, joyful, or just... sort of empty. It would be easier to find no one here at all that he remembered, just start over and not get attached then ripped away again like Atroma inevitably will do.

He wants to be happy to see her though, and so he goes with that since she's seen him now and knows it would be worse if he feigned not to know her. Maker, he's an asshole for even thinking of that as an option.

He turns and smiles that big smile of his, throwing his arms wide.]

Why if it isn't Her Majesty, Queen of the Doglords and Conqueror of the Taint!

[There's an underlying bittersweetness to the whole thing. His reappearance reminders her that he can just as easily be gone tomorrow. Or that she'll be gone tomorrow. It's dangerous, after her heart's already taken a beating, but she can't help but be glad to see him.]

Not so much on the latter, but... [She makes long strides up to him and takes him up on that hug. Maker he's a sight for sore eyes. She feels tears prick at the corner of her eyes, but she manages to fight them back for now.] You're back.

Close enough.

Yeah, I am. [He sounds a bit choked. Not overmuch, enough that it could be missed if she's too preoccupied with her own feelings. He hopes so.]

How long was I gone?

[It's Riona. Of course she catches it. But she doesn't call him out on it. She's just glad to see him and glad that he's glad to see her. And that he remembers anything at all.]

About... four or five months.

Months.

[The word drops like a weight with the same heft that it had when Riona said it. He'd expected a week, maybe two, but months?]

Andraste's ashes, what did I miss?

Quite a bit. There's only three of us left from Thedas now. Well, now four. [She's not gonna mention the recent drama...] Um. Were you here when Atroma fired a huge damned cannon out of the Marsiva?

[He's about to correct her to five considering Anders (praise be the Maker) came in with him, but then she mentions the cannon and his eyes go wider.]

A cannon? What were they shooting at?

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[Has Adalwolfe missed that jugemental expression Fenris serves for all Hawkes? He better have, because it's being aimed in his direction right now.]

I doubt your crew would appreciate a lizard running around the ship- eating mice or not.

But Drools isn't here anymore to keep the Twin Rose rat-free! Nor is Pounce. There's got to be a new hunter to keep all our socks safe and I think this boy would do so nicely.

[He wiggles his fingers through the mesh at the lizard, who just lets his head roll back and pointedly goes to sleep.]

I think I should name him something majestic like Lord Snuffkins. Or maybe something exotic like Gonzalez or Armando. You know, Antivan.

You could just put traps down.

[Fenris exhales heavily, folding his arms, wondering what he did to get himself at this point. ]

I don't think "Lord Snuffkins" is all that majestic. Though I suppose an Antivan name would suit a reptile.

But traps are boring. And inhumane.

[Apparently the food chain isn't though.]

Alright, Gonzalez then. Gonzalez the Fierce! I'll just go pay for h- Oh.

[It's almost comical the way Adalwolfe pulls his pouch open to no jingling whatsoever. It seems he'd forgotten for a moment that he'd even been gone, let alone lacked any chips from his previous stay.]

Well. Lord Gonzalez Snuffkins will have to wait, I suppose.

[There's something a little more dejected about that than simply not being able to afford a lizard. He's back to square one. Again. Like so many times before in his life, you'd think he'd be used to it.

He puts the pouch back in his belt with a little huff.]

But setting a lizard on it is humane?

[Fenris watches Wolfe's downtrodden little face and sighs. Luckily, he has a lot of extra cash,
thanks to the drama bomb that has been his general existence lately. He reaches into a pocket and hands over some credits, have some of this drama-money, Wolfe. He won't tell you it comes from breaking your sister's heart. It's taint it. ]

Fine. Get the blighted lizard.

That's just nature taking its course.

[He waves off the comment, then pauses when Fenris offers him a large handful of money.]

I can't take that.

[He says it firmly. It's his job to spoil his friends, not take from them. Especially the poorer ones. He's not above a few coin for an ale or something but a pet is another thing entirely.]

It's fine, I can get an odd-job. Maybe some of that fortune-telling nonsense. I can look mystical enough I think.

Suit yourself.

[He shrugs, putting the money back. ]

You will have to wait to buy the beast then. But certainly. I am sure with some idle parlour tricks, you could convince them you can tell the future.

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[ It comes suddenly this blur of black and red, leathers and fur whipping through the air as (1) Marian Hawke comes leaping from the shadows towards him. ]

Wolfe!

[ She collides with him heavily, arms wrapping around his form tightly as her forward moment carries them both a little. She doesn't know if they fall or not but she doesn't care, she doesn't care a slightest bit. Thunderous her heart beats in her chest, fingers curled tightly into his clothes as she buries her face against him. Andraste's tits she has missed him and his stupid face.

It doesn't even occur to her that he might not remember, that he will look at her as a stranger, not with the joy and relief she feels at seeing him. At the thought that she's finally not as alone as she has felt for the past few weeks. She has him back, Adalwolfe, this other version of herself that she came to love like as brother. She has him back and that is all that matters. ]

[If he'd seen her, he would have called her name right back. Unfortunately he'd been looking over his shoulder when she ~~attacked~~ flew from a nearby alley and thrust herself into his personal space like a bludgeon, so instead of a happy cry of recognition, she gets an 'oof!' and a grunt of pain as the back of his head hits the cobbles, then - after a moment - the sort of wheezing laughter that comes after a silly injury.]

Marian, I swear on Andraste's pyre, no one makes a person feel as welcome as you do, bodily injury and all!

[With that he throws his arms around her in turn and holds on for dear life. This he's missed and will allow himself to accept, at least for now. At least in this moment. He can't well actually push her away, not with her draped over him and clinging for dear life. Riona said he'd missed months. He can only imagine the trouble she'd gotten herself into and out of again.

In a fit of emotion he doesn't quite want to show but can't hide regardless, Adalwolfe plants a kiss at the crown of Marian's head, something a little fierce and entirely fraternal.]

[ Hermione's not entirely sure what to do with herself when she sees Wolfe standing, talking to a lizard and looking as though no time had passed at all. Her heart feels like it's rushing too fast in her chest and she has to force herself to calm down, biting her lip hard as she stares at him. It's been months, months, and so much had changed, so many people had come and gone, and she doesn't dare believe that he might recognise her.

Robb hadn't, after all. Neither had Steve. She had stopped trying in the end.

Slowly, though, she approaches with careful steps, hovering at his side before he turns to speak to her as if he'd known she was there the whole time. ]

As long as you're sure he wouldn't get bored.

Hermione!

[He smiles as he turns, not letting the slight jolt of unprepared panic flash across his face. He thought he was talking to someone completely random, not someone he'd... well not been avoiding in the strictest sense, but wasn't certain yet that he'd prepared himself for seeing again. He's taken a beating this time, having been gone for what he thought was maybe a week and finding out it had been bloody months. He doesn't feel right about it either. He has no recollection of the time but it definitely felt gone. Not here. Its disconcerting.

What's more disconcerting is that Atroma could turn around and do it all over again if it suited them. Tear him away from the family he's found for some indeterminate amount of time or even for good. It hurts and he's been through it enough times to know it will continue to hurt just in its inevitability.

But that's not Hermione's fault, and he is glad to see her. So he smiles a genuine smile and stands facing her.]

Aren't you a sight for sore eyes.

Hi, Wolfe.

[ It's been a little too long, she thinks, and her heart is beating just a little bit too fast in her chest. She's glad, in a way, that he's coming back now rather than before; he doesn't have to deal with calibrations, with seeing her past play out in front of him like a movie in a cinema, seeing all the things she hates about herself in full colour and momentum. Instead he sees her as he remembers, and that's something soothing that rests against her rattled nerves.

At least he remembers her. It makes her feel a thousand times better. ]

It's good to see you again.

[ A part of her wants to cry, she thinks, or throw herself into his arms, because she had missed him, but it's ben just long enough that she's not sure what's appropriate anymore, that a line might have been drawn between them. Instead she moves closer, tilting her head and giving him a gentle, fond smile. ]

Are you going to get him?

[Wolfe looks back at the tiny dragon (or large lizard. He knows it's not a dragon, but he can dream) and sighs a little bit.]

Maybe when I've earned some coin. Apparently any funds I had haven't carried over.

[Which still feels weird considering his last memories before waking up on the Marsiva again are going to bed on the Twin Roses. It should only have been days, at best.]

How have you been? Apparently I missed a great deal.

[ It's not as though Hermione can blamed him. She's befriended and ridden enough dragons in her life to understand some of the appeal, if not all of it. ]

He's not too expensive, is he? I wouldn't mind...

[ After calibrations she has more money than she knows what to do with, and using it on a friend would be more than welcome. All the same... She shifts awkwardly. ]

I've been the same, mostly. Nothing too exciting happens to me, you know.

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SEPTEMBER TEST DRIVE

Adalwolfe Hawke | Dragon Age series (malleable protag) | potential reapp, memories intact

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