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01 | video/text
[It's set to video, but the feed is dark, and there's some kind of ambient noise. After a few moments it becomes clear that Lavellan is unknowingly covering the camera with his hand. He's talking, too, but his voice is muffled.]
Hello. Hello? Is this--is it working? I can't tell--
[Then there's actual video: it's a fuzzy closeup of Lavellan's eye, and then his ear.]
Can... anyone hear me? Am I doing this correctly?
[There's more muffled noise, like someone manhandling a microphone; the feed jostles and then goes dark again. There's what sounds like muted cursing in a foreign language (elvish, for those who recognize it) before the video ends entirely. Trying to use advanced technology is rough when you're from medieval fantasy land :(
The video is accompanied by text that looks like someone poked uncertainly at the letters of an unfamiliar keyboard with one hand. Because they did.]
hello.isanyonethere///
Hello. Hello? Is this--is it working? I can't tell--
[Then there's actual video: it's a fuzzy closeup of Lavellan's eye, and then his ear.]
Can... anyone hear me? Am I doing this correctly?
[There's more muffled noise, like someone manhandling a microphone; the feed jostles and then goes dark again. There's what sounds like muted cursing in a foreign language (elvish, for those who recognize it) before the video ends entirely. Trying to use advanced technology is rough when you're from medieval fantasy land :(
The video is accompanied by text that looks like someone poked uncertainly at the letters of an unfamiliar keyboard with one hand. Because they did.]
hello.isanyonethere///
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[The feed jostles again, briefly, as Lavellan sets it down on a nearby table so he can speak more comfortably. (Random furniture everywhere! At least that seems to be consistent across dimensions.) The angle is probably off. He hasn't figured out the sticking function yet.]
Is all of the... [Well, not the Inquisition anymore.] Is everyone here already? When I'm fashionably late, I usually do it on purpose.
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[The luxuries of being before Corypheus' time.]
I'm afraid it's just us. Well-- Not quite us, but not the whole Inquisition, either. [He breathed in, attempting to get his thoughts in order.] Dorian is here, so is Bull. You never met Anders, obviously, but he's here. And then Hawke.
Hawkes. Two of them. [Time for the weird shit talk to start.]
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Questions for another time and for someone else, because if Varric doesn't tell him on his own then he either doesn't know or there's nothing Lavellan could do that would get it out of him.
In any case, there are more immediate questions.]
Er, two Hawkes? You mean her sister's here as well?
[Somehow, he doubts it's that simple. It's never that simple.]
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[Really. Blighted. Weird. Shit.]
It's an awkward, not-family reunion, honestly. Trying to get one Hawke to play nice is hard enough, but two? And getting them to play nice together. [And he thought arriving after the ship had crashed had been a bad time. The Inquisitor was about to walk into an all-out war.]
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the
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Male counterpart? You're not telling me there's a female Varric running around somewhere too, are you?
[Yeah, that's the best response he could come up with to that nonsense.]
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[Aaand time for a long laugh. Good job breaking him, hero.]
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Careful, or I might start wishing we'd gotten her instead of you.
[Then he sobers, because ultimately, this whole situation is more alarming than funny.]
I suppose it's not the strangest thing we've encountered. Two Hawkes. [Two Hawkes. He could barely deal with one. Probably a good thing he hadn't let her(/him/them?) sacrifice herself or this would be really awkward.]
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You know, I said the same damn thing. Turns being ripped from your home and spit through a giant not-Eluvian is a lot higher on the weird scale than anything else. [Not to mention every other damn thing they encountered on Thedas. Twinning was odd, but it wasn't that odd.]
[Take that, Nathan Drake.]
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Therefore, better not to worry about it.
Never mind, too late.]
How does that work, anyway? I mean--is gender the only difference?
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[There was also the issue of this not being his first inter-dimensional rodeo, but he didn't think that was his story to tell.]
You never heard about Carver, did you? Garrett's... better than him, in some ways. Still a pain in the ass, but that's the Hawke way more than anything.
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I suppose it doesn't really matter. Likely, this other Hawke knows as little about all this as we do.
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Bethany died in the blight. Carver lived on to haunt us all.
[Now Varric straightened up, expression darkening. Garrett's business wasn't his to tell, but perhaps it might put Lavellan's mind at ease to know that there was less confusion than he might have expected.]
Apparently the kid's been through this before. Same tune, different dance. Got pulled from Kirkwall or something of the sort and sent to some other place. This is his second stop on the Weird Shit journey.
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He runs his hand through his hair, with the air of someone who is way too tired to think about this shit.]
Well, good to know, I guess, before I have to deal with either of them. Anything else you want to throw my way? Like the location of a tavern?
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See if you can't figure that out. If not, I'm sending you the name of the tavern I'm at. Ask around -- if you're lucky, you just might catch me while I'm still here.
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I've got it. I think. If this can send messages this quickly, I can see why it might be useful.
I'll head over, provided I don't get lost. I could use a drink about now.
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