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[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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[That's not good.]

Vie! What's wrong!? Are you alright!?

[That got his attention like nothing else did.]

What the hell is what? Where are you?

[And out he goes from his room, book in one hand and searching for sound or sight of the woman.]

[Alex swears under his breath, having moved inside just a short while ago, thumping the heel of his hand against his forehead.]

Sandstorm! God, I've only watched National Geographic my entire life. Has it gotten worse, then? Can you tell where it's coming from?

[Yeah, Vie, he'll voice what you're both thinking and then he frowns as she changes language and her feed cuts off abruptly.]

Hello? Hey, you there? Is everything okay?

[Give her a moment to assess her arm.]

Hawke? I... there is writing on my skin.

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Your ah... tattoo. The one they marked you with when you came here. It's still the same, isn't it?

I ah.

[She sounds a little distracted.]

I'm fine, I think. There are words writing their way up my arm, but that's nothing to worry about... right?

[Yep. Nothing at all.]

And I think more dust storm than sandstorm, but dangerous all the same. I cannot find the source, though I think staying indoors might be the safest bet.

Well the same as something that moves without moving ever can be, I guess.

[Astute the pirate is.]

Has yours done something else?

[Apparently she's not in the hallway. Maybe he should try the kitchens.]

This again?

[Hawke's not sure whether to be relieved or worried.]

Is it doing anything?

Either I've gained another, larger, faster spreading one or this is something else entirely.

[She's in her room on the third floor.]

I'm in my room.

It's spreading. Writing it's way up my arm.

[Considering it started while she was asleep, the jumbled text has already reached her shoulder.]

It seems to of slowed now but it's- My arm. The whole thing.

Just try to relax, as far as I know it won't hurt you.

Garrett. What do you know of this?

I've seen on someone else before. It didn't hurt her and last I saw of her it was completely gone.

What did she do to stop it?

[Much as she wants to know, Vie isn't about to ask who 'she' is.]

It spreads? Hold a moment, dove. I'm headed in your direction.

[Cue the pirate making his way to your room then Vie! Damsels in distress and still he doesn't learn. Cue a knock at the door or a curious head peeking in if the door is open...]

Vie?

That bit I don't know.

Ah.

[Well shit. So much for not asking.]

Might I ask who it was..?

[Gosh Vie, so nosy.]

A girl named Rapunzel. Haven't seen her since the festival though.

[She opens the door at the knock. Welcome, Jack, to her treasure trove.

The room holds a few piles of books, scraps of paper with an alien writing on them, a translation in common underneath, drawings and blueprints of things she's seen and maps of places not within the Keep. You could say she's been a little busy.

Right now, however, the woman is standing in little more than pants and the wrap she wears around her chest. Her attention flickers to Jack, and then back to the text that covers the entire of her left arm and some parts of her back, neck and front.]

I've no idea what to make of this.

[...]

Oh. I... see.

[Nope. Not jealous. Not jealous at all. Vie could slap herself for feeling as she is.]

I guess I should talk to her then.

[Oh that's good because otherwise Hawke might be digging himself into a hole.]

Shouldn't be hard to find her. She has some of the longest hair I've ever seen, and she's got a nice singing too.

[What with it being able to heal wounds and all.]

Do you want me to come with you?

[Vie sounds a wee bit tense, although all things considered he doesn't blame her.]

[Have yourself a long silence, Hawke.]

Ah. No. No it's fine.

[It's not fine.]

I might try to work this out for myself, or something.

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.]

[Don't mind him taking in the sights there, love. It's just curiosity after all. ]

Quite the ah, hmm collection, huh-?

[He comes over to her, and peers at the strange text covering her arm, even moving her arm a little to see it all and where it goes. ]

Now that. That is something I haven't seen before.

[He sits back and studies it.... and her.]

Not that it is saying too much mind you. At least as of late, there is a lot of that. Have you tried scrubbin' it?

[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.

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