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Alright shipmates. I have a very important and deeply philosophical question to ask all of you. It may change your life and rock you to your very core.

[Serious Hawke isn't all that good at being serious. So don't be bad if you assume, just a little bit, that this is a shitpost. Hawke clears her throat dramatically before continuing.]

Let's say you you receive an item. Something like a book or... a computer... read-y thing. And within it's pages it details the future of your life exactly as someone you know experienced it.

Would you read it? Only read the parts that are your past? Or just toss the whole bloody pile of them out garbage chute? Is there any right answer? Is it more dangerous to know your future or to experience it blindly? Questions! Thinky-thoughts! Deep ones.

Which leads me to-

[Hawke shows to the camera a large leather bound book entitled Tale of the Champion and decorated with the Kirkwall City Crest on it. Behind her there are a stack of at least 10 similar books.]

If you would like a copy of the apparently popular book by the somehow incredibly popular author, Varric Tehras, you can hit me up. Look, it's even autographed. Bet that's worth a coin or two. Maybe I'll even sign it so it's double famous. Or perhaps infamous. Which is maybe why the Ingress decided I needed 20 of them.

[She's not gonna sign it. Honestly, she finds this whole thing jacked! But also funny and curious and that's a lot of feelings all at once for Marian Hawke.

Then she reaches down onto the pile of books and pulls out an extremely cute and lace covered bra.]

I'm also giving away this thing for anyone who desperately wants to have the most beautiful bosom on the ship. Sadly, I just don't have the heart to suffer for beauty. I'm a born and true ruffian at heart. Size 32AA.

((ooc; "Tale of the Champion" details the events of Dragon Age II which you can read the short version or the long version of the summary if you want to get a copy/assume you were given a copy by Hawke and ask her questions about it. I'm also open at

bowtie or PM if you wanna ask specific questions))

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Don't try to steal the spotlight.

[She scoots closer to him so they're shoulder to shoulder.]

What is it?

Oh, this definitely wouldn't get the audience your friend's book does. But I think it's pretty cool.

[Nate leans over into his messenger bag because yes he's carrying his new mail around with him and hands this album over to Hawke with a grin.]

[Hawke takes it and curiously pages through it. She's still learning what photos are, like a portrait but instant and somehow an actual image of what happened. That's crazier than any sort of magic in her opinion.

It's funny. She always felt that she and Nate were the same but the life in these photos, marriage and children, are things that she can't even begin to imagine for herself.]

You all look so happy.

[The wedding photos are familiar but still nice to look at. The family photos...those just blow him away.]

It's not anything I ever thought I could have when I was a kid. Hell, it's nothing I thought I could have when I was thirty, before I met Elena.

And finally in your old age you settle down with a nice girl to have a nice kid. What's it like to be 40? Glad your balls ended up still working in the end.

[THE JOKE IS STILL FUNNY. To Hawke at least. She pats him on the arm and then goes back to looking at the album. The images are so real. It's amazing.]

I'm thirty-four!

[He whaps Hawke on the shoulder. With his hand, not the album. Don't be a dick.]

And she's a cute kid, huh? Think she looks like me at all?

If you say so!

[She deserved that whap. She really did. Which is why she won't complain about it and will instead inspect his face (for wrinkles).]

She's got your nose. It crinkles the same.

[Do not disparage the cuteness of his future child, Hawke.]

It's a good nose. A fine nose to be passed down in the family.

Good noses are important. Otherwise everything gets thrown off.

[Then she elbows him.]

I'd bet she inherits your big mouth.

God help her, I hope not.

[He elbows Hawke right back. He's not actually concerned about passing on his big mouth, but ribbing her is a given.]

I'll pray to the Maker for her. Well, mostly for you.

[She glances from the book in her hands to the book in his and her eyes stick on the author's name. She doesn't really want to talk about Varric like that but at the same time she feels compelled to tell someone.]

He was here, you know. Varric. Before I ever came here. I only... just found out about it. Funny how a big thing like that can go unheard for so long.

[Nate's not sure how he feels on religion, but him as a father, her stuck with him as a dad? He'll take all the prayers he can get.]

Was he? Damn.

[He can only imagine how that feels, but he's certain that if he heard Sully had been here and now is gone, it'd be shitty.]

Sucks, that someone important can come and go and you just miss each other.

[Hawke's outwardly doing her best not to show any signs of distress. She doesn't want to be distressed about this but it's eating at her even as she tries to ignore it. Her shoulders slump slightly and her posture becomes more reserved.]

It does. And I only just learned about it. If I'd known sooner...

[Nothing would be different but at least she wouldn't be in the dark for so long.]

Nothing would have changed.

[He reaches out, but instead of taking her hand or giving her a comforting shoulder pat, Nate punches her lightly on the arm.]

He wouldn't be here and you would be. It's shitty but it's how things are.

Somehow there's a comfort in knowing that someone out there knows the same people you know. Even if it's still shitty.

[She reaches up to rub her arm and then rub at her face. She's tired and thinking about this makes her more tired. Nate's completely right. But somehow it doesn't seem to fill the hole that was probably always there but now pulled big enough to gnaw at her. When she drops her hand, her eyes are back on the book.]

Tony thinks I shouldn't read it.

[Yeah. He can see how that would be true, even if what he said was true, too..]

Because you might find out something you don't like? Or even just have the pressure of making the good things happen. There's something to that.

Both, probably. Or the fact that none of them might happen and so it's getting all thinky about things that might never happen.

[She grips his shoulder.]

So the burden is on you.

I can handle it.

[With so many copies of the book, someone's gonna read it. Hawke might as well have her friends do it first, and warn her if necessary.]

So do you have some criteria for if I should or shouldn't tell you what's in the book?

Does Varric talk about my good hair? Does he take some authorial liberties with my tits? Does it leave out the part where we were chased by a high dragon? Or the time we all ingested wyvern venom and really regretted it?

Hair, tits, dragons and regrettable drinking decisions. Check, check, check and check.

Those sound like the most important things to cover, right? Unless you want to know about my sex life or something.

[Since we all hear about yours.]

[From who?!]

I'll pass. Don't want to get the pages all sticky.

Aww and here I was hoping we could have some weird voyeurism thing going on. Really step this friendship up to the next level.

...What did he say about my sex life...?

[She's absentmindedly reaching for the book before she stops again.]

Not reading this is going to be a strange form of torture. I might rob you in your sleep.

Please. I'll just rob you right back. We're equals and peers, remember.

When do you want the book report, anyway?

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