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I knew I’d get this thing on eventually. All it it needed was a few swift kicks to help it along.

[Hawke looks rather smug with himself right now. Despite the crash course given to him, of which he may have zoned out of once or twice, he understands this console about as much as he does magic. The fact he got it working on his own means a lot to him.]

Alright, from what I hear this place is in need of heroes and the like. So much so in fact that they’ve started kidnapping people right off the street. Now I don’t mean to criticize your emperor, but that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Generally it’s considered good manners to ask someone for help instead of just grabbing them by their short and curlies and just dragging them off somewhere.

[He wags his finger in a very ‘you should be ashamed of yourself’ manner.]

Maker, at least people in Kirkwall gave me the illusion of choice before asking me to do something stupid and dangerous. They usually pay me too.

[When he sighs it’s utterly exaggerated.]

Oh well, no use in complaining I suppose.

[Of course that doesn’t mean he’s actually going to stop anytime soon.]

Since I’m here I may as well play along. Chances are this is all some kind of Fade...dream...thing, so what’s the worst that can happen? Besides the possibility of demonic possession.

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You have no idea.

[Hawke hangs his head back and sighs.]

Is it really too much to hope for a vacation?

[That's a question he expects no one to answer.]

[There's a story there, in those weighted words, and Kyle does his best to avoid sympathy. It's an emotion too close to pity, and Hawke doesn't seem like the kind of guy who'd appreciate that, it's in the hard lines on his face, under the flippancy of the words: the illusion of choice. He tries for a wry smile, to commiserate.]

Who knows, maybe the guy'll take one look at us and run.

[He lifts a shoulder in a half-shrug.]

Can't be any crazier than being dragged here in the first place, right?

[Hawke lets out a small bark of laughter. When he focuses back at the screen there's a knowing smirk. This is a man that knows things can always, always get worse.]

You know you're just tempting fate by saying that.

[He leans forward in his chair.]

So no one has taken a shot at this, whatever it is, yet?

[It's a big club. Kyle'd probably volunteer to be treasurer if he wasn't busy trying to make a joke out of it.]

It's in my job description.

[He's fearless, or he's supposed to be, and the wry smile becomes a smirk.]

Couple of people have met it, and it occasionally sends creepy messages on the network, but mostly.... a lot of waiting. Other crap happens.

[Hawke can make the sign, full of colorful pictures and language.]

Your job sounds something like mine.

[Though it's not a job really, more of a title, but it came with more work than Hawke ever counted on.]

So one of the evil, brooding, hiding in the shadows types then. This thing has read one too many story books I think.

[One soldier knows another, he supposes, and he tilts his head in acknowledgement.]

Definitely that type. [He rests his elbow on the table, puts some of his body weight on it, and waggles a finger at nothing in particular.] I mean, come on, jet-black? Complete with the spooky voice, all the shadowy effects? Now that screams Dark Lord, [holds up both hands, palms facing Hawke] I respect the classics and all, but that's just boring.

[Hi, someone's genre-savvy. He's looking forward to day someone employs butterflies as evil minions, but where months ago he'd have said it out loud, he keeps that to himself. No sense giving the enemy ideas.]

[That earns an exaggerated role of the eyes from Hawke.]

At least it's something that I'm familiar with, and you know what they say about familiarity.

[This whole thing is starting to sound like something out of one of Varric's stories. If Varric had completely run out of material that is.]

Maker, you'd think these people would have better hobbies thank harassing people all the time. They need to pick up something relaxing, like knitting or gardening.

[Breeds contempt. A small nod, in acknowledgement. Familiarity is better than what's unknown, at any rate, and they actually know very little about Malicant.]

Knitting is actually harder than destroying the world, who knew?

[A beat.]

Kyle Rayner. Green Lantern Corps. Atcha service.

Maybe that's why villains are so angry all the time. Too many pricks to their fingers.

[Hawke returns the nod with one of his own, along with a smirk.]

Garrett Hawke. Champion of Kirkwall. Let's do each other a favor and pretend we understand each other's titles.

[A small salute.]

Welcome to Keeliai, watch out for the zombies.

[He laughs, delighted.]

Pal, I haven't even started on my titles. That's just the team I'm with.

[That makes him grin.]

Now that just makes me feel right at home.

[Kyle he likes you.]

If that's the case let me alter my previous introduction.

[Hawke clears his throat and tries to look as regal as possible.]

Garrett Hawke. Leader of Kirkwall's Merry Band of Misfits and Outcasts. None of which seem to be here right now.

[Kyle straightens up, adjusts his bearing to be more strictly military, but there's laughter in his eyes.]

Kyle Rayner, Torchbearer. Also known as "Angel of the Corps", "get off this planet", and [DRAMATIC PAUSE] this one's my favourite: "what the hell are you doing, you stupid punk kid!"

[Hawke claps his hands when Kyle finishes.]

Now that's impressive. You must be extremely popular.

Extremely. Pretty much every assassin and bounty hunter out there's tried. I should really start getting their autographs.

[Flippant, but hey. How else does one deal with it.]

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Believe me I understand that all too well. I can only assume that they're trying to commit some form of suicide when they come hunting me down.

[Such a thing should not be said so casually but it's nearly an everyday occurrence for him. By now he can almost tell time by them.]

[Kyle throws up his hands before he levels a finger at Hawke.]

You need a good strong drink. Luckily for you I have just the place.

[A ping on the console, for the Brazen Turtle.]

Eight o'clock?

[This guy just keeps getting better and better.]

You might just be my favorite person on this turtle.

[Hawke studies the machine for a moment. This thing will definitely take some time to get used to.]

I'll see you there.

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