concoctive | SCAWWY 😱 hawke

Weapon of choice. Two of them, long as my forearms.

[ there's a slight nose scrunch but like any fantasy character, she takes a breath and downs both of them like shots ]

Maker. We really are dwindling to nothing.

Can't get you two, at least not today, but I can get you one. Not gonna be that big, though.

[ he takes the vials back once she's done downing them, corking and sticking them in his satchel. he pulls out some paper from the pyre bulletin board, along with a pen, and begins to draw.

his movements are as steady as he can make them, and he's focused on what he's doing - but he does respond while he does this. ]

... we are, yeah. Bleedin' out and then some.

Even one would be a maker blessed miracle at this point.

[ she drums her fingers on her knee, already annoyed with herself and the entire situation. this is going to be a long night ]

Can't help if I've got the hardest head in all of scawwy. Seems to be working in my favor at least. [ until it doesn't. she doesn't let that part pop up in her thoughts though ] Though, that does remind me, there is something I was supposed to mention. Daan had gave me a right lecture about it [ and then he went off and did That and she's so very angry at him-] but I suppose best let you know before the week is properly over.

Just 'cause apothecaries get called miracle workers doesn't mean we are. But I can deliver unto you a miracle.

[ somewhere, temenos sneezes at this line theft.

he pauses in his work, frowning, then looking up. he doesn't address the first part right now, considering, maybe, this is more important than doubling up on a lecture about her being more careful with herself. ]

... s'gonna be good somethin', or bad somethin', here?

[ she's absolutely not looking at him. the finger drumming picks up in beat ]

I ah, can heal. Once per week.

[ the hehe? energy is so strong right now ]

[

he reaches out and chops her square between the eyes with the side of his hand. ]

[ wHARGH-

:( ]

Maker-! I'd almost take the lecture instead.

You use it yet, this week?

[ dryly, but he goes back to drawing. ]

Don't go gettin' into trouble just 'cause you can heal! What if you need it for somethin' like the trips that happen every Thursday, huh?

On Daan, that bastard.

[ mutters grumpily about it. she smacked him across the head and what does he do??? she takes back all that concern ]

I've been sitting on it in case we needed it for something the swamp couldn't take care of, honestly. I figured to keep it quiet since I'd rather not have anyone under suspicion for mystery healings, yeah? [ and I may have forgotten for a bit too ] Then I ended up.... busy on Sunday's so it's not like I could particularly go around and see what I could do.

Go figure.

[ sighing softly, but he finishes his drawing and... lifts the dagger up off the page, making it physical and handing it to her. ]

Can draw somethin' once a week, long as it's not alive, and make it real. I don't normally use it unless I think it's important, just in case I need it Sundays, but in your case? Think you need somethin' to keep you safe.

It's good that you haven't spread it everywhere. Safe for you, especially after the slip last week.

[ o: !!!!!!!!!!!! she looks delighted by this ]

Well! Isn't that something? [ she'll figure out a sheath later but for now she's doing a well trained lookover on her new shiny ] And- as much as I'd like to deny it, perhaps having something on hand might be for the best. Maker forbid anyone home finding out just how poorly I've been doing here with just my bare hands.

[ but she does quirk a brow at him at his last comment too ]

That's what I was trying to tell Daan, but I think he'd rather have thrown me into the lake and been done with it. Honestly, I'm surprised he didn't. [ TOO SOON ]

Not as detailed as it could be, but I'm practicin' my drawin' skills. Still does the job, though, and there's some river stones that can be handy for whetstones if you root through the stream.

[ a small snort leaves him, though. ]

We get used to the things that we can do, back home. My concoctions aren't nearly as strong as they should be, and I can't make as many as I usually can. Ingredients, Dohter's blessin'... all of it's gone. [ nevermind his strength. criminy. ]

I'm half tempted to do it myself. You've been givin' me a heart attack every Saturday for three weeks runnin' so far.

[ she already screeched her anger out into the sea, where only the gods could hear her cries. if that ends up summoning an eldritch horror sometime later, she absolutely did not do it. but also... hehe?

for now, she just cradles him, rocking back and forth and hums a short lullaby. her voice isn't anything to write home about but the soothing tune of a big sister caring for the little ones echoes well enough. being the last hawke alive was a curse she never wanted but right now at least it seems to be doing some sort of good. ]

[ we're at somnovium, and alfyn has his arms crossed as he stares at the giant doors. he's since missed out on the robot speaking, but the doors... all of this makes him a little wary, which he radiates quietly before glancing hawke's way. ]

Not too sure what to make of all this. Feels bad, like those weird rooms where the gas station was.

[ GOOD HECKING THING THEY MISSED THAT? just looking at whats left gives her the ye olde heebie jeebies and the vibes are definitely unsettled right now ]

I've seen statues come to life before but there's something about these that are..... [ yikes! ] I suppose at least they aren't glowing or anything fun like that.

[ alfyn is an only child, despite having grown up with zeph and nina, and has always been the big brother of the kids from clearbrook. so having someone that's like an older sister... is a new experience, even after his journey with the other travelers.

but, for all that he so often is the one looking after hawke, he melts into the rocking and his sobbing slowly, but surely, abates against her shoulder. his arms squeeze around her more firmly, little freshly charred bits of his hair against her cheek as he hiccups a miserable noise. ]

[ THE TEMPTATION TO FUCK WITH THE SWITCH/BUTTON THO? oocly not icly, alfyn has history with doors that need to stay closed. he reaches to carefully poke at the robot with his axe, to see if it does anything, and then he's looking at the doors. ]

I've seen similar. Not real sure what to make of the... gunk, but I feel like we should best leave this all alone. [ frowning. ] So, of course, that means that we're gonna find out that these doors're gonna open on Wednesday durin' whatever antics we get up to, or Thursday, when folks come back from their trip.

[ the struggle between YES (hawke) and absolutely the fuck not (me). ]

Maker. Let's not wish that into existence quite yet. I'm sure it'll happen at some point but it certainly doesn't bring anything pleasant to mind.

[ it's the one thing she keeps coming back to, that deep seated need to protect the younger half of their misadventurers, to make sure they too don't suffer as badly as she has. not that... she's been able to do much for any of them.... but little things like this, like reassuring them all is not lost... she might be the toughest bird in town anymore but at least she has this.

she keeps the humming up for a few more bars, running a soothing hand through his hair before pressing her cheek to it. the vibes are so rancid, fam ]

What a mess.

[ haha! so here we are again!!!! somehow she survived being utterly suspicious and her cabinmate did some things instead! wowee!!!

anyway, hi. ]

Well, somehow that worked out.

[ he's fresh from the swamp and changed out of his ucky clothes, but now he's pale, sweating, and has a faint tremor, so he just. looks at her tiredly. ]

Somehow... I almost said somethin' with how they were pressin'.

[ unhappy blips at the post swamp experience. she's gonna start clucking again just you wait ]

Glad you didn't. Maker knows we don't need more nonsense happening.

[ he won't complain about the clucking. he's just going to come lean on her and bonk his head into her shoulder. ]

... glad it was just forgetfulness. Even if we have to thin our numbers down, to less than six, I don't think I'm ready to face that yet.

[ runs a hand over his head, partially just to reaasure herself he's fine. she's very glad the saturday nonsense didn't take him out ]

It gets more nerve wracking by the day. I'd certainly rather have you all safe and away from this but I'm also greedy and wish to have everyone closeby as well.

[ his hair isn't in a ponytail, so it's even fluffier. but his shoulders do hunch briefly at the thought of all this loss. ]

We have a solution, but it's not one any of us likes. And we have to act like we don't have it, or that we don't have the knowledge of our dead friends bein' out there, and - I'm tired of it.

SCAWWY 😱 hawke

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