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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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[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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