first act. video.

[riseto]

[ The woman on the feed looks rather disgruntled. Probably because she was just taken from her city while a group of righteous oxmen rampage it as part of some holy crusade and she feels like she has a hangover. ]

If this is the Fade, then this is either a very vivid hallucination, or I've been tapping the red lyrium.

Alright, let's get this over with. I'm Hawke, I'm from Kirkwall, and I specialize in being everyone's bloody errand girl and killing things. Particularly killing things. I also don't possess easy, so whatever mouth-breathing demons are out there, don't think I'll make an easy target. You'll find more than you bargained for.

And such a welcome. Are the natives always this friendly, or do they just have a particular dislike for me? Not like they'd be the first. It's always, "Die, dog bitch!" and "Kill the Hawke!" and "I'll harvest your blood for my nefarious diabolical purposes and serve you up to demons!"

Honestly, if they don't want us here, they shouldn't drag us off in the first place. But no one ever accused kidnappers of having an overabundance of logic.

Comments

permavoice;

[bondsprofoundly]

Are you usually hated and despised wherever you go? [leave it to cas not to mince words]

[riseto]

With friends like these, who needs enemies, et cetera.

[ She's being farcical. Her friends are great; it's their enemies who present the problem. ]

You kill one man in self-defense and his ex-wife and third cousin come after you with battle-axes. The cycle of vengeance is funny that way.

[bondsprofoundly]

Funny. [Sure actually yeah, Cas could see how that's funny.] The reciprocal nature of death versus self-preservation does have the aftertaste of irony to it.

[riseto]

Pickled herring.

[bondsprofoundly]

[If you say so.]

My name is Castiel. [Look at that, he offered his name without prompting! He's so getting the hang of this 'interacting with people' thing, thank you self help books.]