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[gotyourwallet]

[The first sound to grace the airwaves was a yawn, moments later followed by a voice.]

I wake to find a storm on the borders, on the approach, it would seem. It might be in our best interests to not wander outside too much. A sandstorm is worse, but a dust storm, assuming that's what this even is, can be near choking.

[She might have lived through a few of those in her lifetime.]

What I want to know is wher--

[The question lingers as to just where the dust is coming from, but as she was about to ask, Vie noticed something... wasn't quite right. She switched to her native tongue, words more alert than those before.]

What in hell is that!?

[End transmission.]

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[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

Alright.

[He's still worried though.]

You sure you don't want me to come down there and try to help?

[At the least he can keep her company.]

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[And she's caught, not sure which option would be best given her current emotional confusion and whatever else, but agreeing all the same.

When she speaks, her voice is calm.]

If you're passing by this way, stop in, please. I'm in my room.

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

Looks like I'll be passing that way then.

[And off he goes! Completely and totally oblivious to any sort of situation he just caused!]

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Well, that's one small victory.]

Just.. be careful if you're passing by outside. The dust coming over is probably more worrying than this... writing.

[When he arrives she's pacing her room and looking at her arm every few seconds to check the progress. There's got to be a simple answer to this and Vie is determined to find it.

The room itself is a mass of books, scribbles, notes and maps of places and things not in the Keep. Normally this work would be kept away from people, but Hawke is Hawke and there are bigger things happening.]

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[Knock knock knock.]

I believe you ordered for one dashing champion?

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[She opens the door and holds up her hands, one covered in letters, the other not.]

Care to save me from this mess?

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[Hawke scratches his beard, deep in thought on how to solve this.]

I could scribble all over you so it looks like you did this on purpose.

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Vie can't not laugh at that. She shakes her head.]

Yes, sure, because that will stop it from covering me from head to toe.

[She scratches her neck where the writing is.]

I think it's slowed, at least.

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

Maybe not but at least it will look like you meant to do it.

[Hawke takes a closer look at her neck. Yep, that's definitely writing alright.]

Is there something you did to aggravate it? Or didn't do?

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Vie shakes her head.]

I've done nothing different to what I've been doing this past few weeks. Last night I climbed a few towers, took a few notes. It's nothing different to any other night.

[She doesn't like this at all.]

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[He thinks for a moment. What do Rapunzel and Vie have in common? Pretty much nothing.]

Alright, what haven't you been doing?

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

Hm...

[She takes a moment to think on that.]

I don't think-- Wait.

[Moving to her bed, Vie picks up her journal and flicks back through it.]

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[And Hawke follows not really having anything better to do.]

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Sup Hawke. Note that she has not written anything of note in some time.]

I've been quiet. We were told to keep records. I've not done that.

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

So you start being quiet and your tattoo goes insane. Good to know.

[He wonders just what might happen if people go months without saying anything.]

Might want to start talking more then. If not then I'll jsut have to get you to make some noise myself.

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

At least, that would be my guess. When I spoke to warn everyone to stay out of the storm, it slowed. Or seemed to.

[She hopes she's right about this.]

Hm... Would you believe my silence has been deliberate?

[Vie glances to Hawke.]

And just how would you do that?

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

Knowing you, I would.

[Hawke just grins.]

I have my ways.

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[She playfully swats him with the back of her hand.]

Such confidence. In any case, I think I'll see if I can get to Sycora. She's the doctor, after all.

[Only that storm is rolling in and the staff are missing, but hey! Worth a shot?]

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[Hawke tries to look offended.]

That was uncalled for.

[He nods in agreement.]

We'll need to get you through that storm somehow.

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

We?

[She peers up at him.]

Not much sense in both of use choking to death out there.

[And yet she can't help but feel good that he cares.]

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

So it's alright if you go choke to death on your own then? I don't think so.

[Sorry but after that whole spider thing he won't be letting her go out there alone.]

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

I'm faster than you.

[She's teasing. Vie pulls on a shirt and looks for something to cover her face with.]

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[Hawke folds his arms and smirks.]

A certain spider covered butter knife said otherwise.

[Now it's off to find something of his own to protect his face. If he can survive fighting crazed fanatics in poison gas than he can handle this dust.]

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[She throws a scarf at him, keeping a second for herself. Vie smirks.]

I got you back for that.

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[Hawke catches and begins to put it on.]

Sure you want to remind me of that before we go out there?