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[action] Heatwave! This is our island in the sun...

[ After falling asleep on the scratchy, kind of smelly, uncomfortable carpet in the strange "office", one usually doesn't expect to wake up somewhere completely different.

Certainly not a hotter, more tropical version of the Wounded Coast. But the sun and fresh air and increased space did wonders for her mood and ability to accept yet one more odd situation.

And that little device had come with her. More and more interesting. ]

A settlement, hm? Someone is certainly having fun at our expense. [ Stretches and begins to brush the sand from her hair. ] Still, this is much more entertaining. [ She looks up at the sky and salutes.

Then she tucks her gauntlets into her belt and loosens the collar of her armor as she begins her hike along the shoreline. Best to find out if she had been brought here alone, and what sort of people she would need to work with to not dehydrate or starve. ]

Anyone here? Hello? If you're thinking to ambush me, I'll have you know I'm secretly a dragon. Hopefully that will not deter you.

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[waking up fact-first in the one spot of cool sand all around was not her favorite experience. nor was it when she thought this time to check the communicator, and found its new message. nor was the realization that this time the task length would be six days]

[what next? a month? four? and it seems less likely this time that she will see her captors at the end of it. not when she doesn't remember sleeping, or any sensation of movement]

[Sif is sitting upright on the sand, her arms propped against her knees, gazing out at the ocean. it could be worse, she thinks. she could still be in that dreadful building...]

[her lips quirk up as she hears Hawke's voice calling out over the sand. lifting her own, shaking off the depression]

You should have mentioned being a dragon earlier.

[ Coming upon Sif is fortunate! ] I don't usually advertise it. Particularly because it's not exactly true.

[ Approaches and stands beside the other woman. ] Yours is a familiar and welcome face. Bandits are bad, but being completely alone here would have been worse.

[she sighs, leaning back on her hands; looking up at the clear, clear blue sky] ...Yes, I suppose anything's better than this and alone.

[she takes a beat before turning to look at Hawke, allowing herself more of a smile] And you're one of the more useful ones. [she has doubts about some of the other people she met being able to contribute anything useful to this... settlement that's demanded of them]

[ Hawke's of the same mind, and hoping that some of the people didn't come with them. Though she's fond of collecting strays, baby-sitting is something she works to avoid. ]

Why, thank you. I do like it when I'm considered something other than useless. [ Smiles back, then crouches down and rests her arms on her thighs. ] Have you explored at all?

Not yet. I was -- getting my thoughts together. [a small sigh]

I wonder now if perhaps refusing to do what is asked of us wouldn't be a better course than cooperating.

[ See, thinking is what gets you into trouble. Action first, then get your trusty dwarf to explain why you did what you did.

But that second thought does give her pause. ]

Mayhap, but the problem in refusing is that we risk doing ourselves in. Their desires and our survival unfortunately are in bed together.

[she's got to get her a trusty dwarf] [she grimaces and tilts her head in acknowledgment] It does make the prospect of refusal about as clever as holding one's breath as an act of defiance, doesn't it? [she just. wants to!]

[ They're all the rage in Kirkwall, but hers is the best. ] Mhmm. Though I don't blame you at all. Especially since our captors didn't grace us with their presences last time.

[ Straightens up and offers Sif a hand. ]

[she takes it, getting firmly to her feet. enough feeling sorry for herself. feelings are for losers. and Sif is a winner]

So, then. I believe we were in the process of exploring? [that's right, we were] If possible, we'll want to locate a place on the beach that's close to fresh water.

[ Sif is a winner! Hawke could probably get some pointers. ]

That was my plan, as well. And enough removed from shore to avoid the tides. [ Hands on her hips, looking around. ] I'm looking forward to this.

[Sif slants her an amused glance] Oh? More your style than that cramped building with all its desks and chairs?

[ Laughs ] Maker, yes. And vastly more interesting than employment applications.

[ Glances over toward the jungle. ] Though I doubt I'll be much use in finding edible plants. I wonder what sort of game there is in a place like this.

Well-- I have rarely been in such jungles, but. [a quick, evaluating look around, and then she shrugs. she won't bet on her own foraging ability unless she has to] Animals and fish that are dangerous to eat often go out of their way to look it. Nothing too brightly-colored or too prickly. We should at least have meat.

[Hellboy is sitting on the beach smoking a cigar. At Marian's request, he looks over.]

A dragon, huh?

[ Oh hey, another familiar face! Your attitude here is pleasing. ]

To be perfectly honest, I never got the witch to teach me that trick. The biggest regret of my life, naturally. [ She approaches, grinning. ]

Seems you're an unfazable sort.

[Hellboy shrugs a little.]

Yeah, well I'm just cool that way. [He puffs on the cigar] You get a witch to teach you that and I'd like to learn it.

Should I ever learn, I'd be happy to teach. The world needs more shapeshifting dragons.

[ Now she's considering what else he said. ] Perhaps I'll trade for your trick of staying "cool" in heat like this. [ She has possibly misunderstood your slang. ]

Do they ever.

[He chuckles at her trade. It can be taken both ways.] Helps to be fireproof. Good cigar doesn't hurt either. [He digs one out of his pocket and offers it to her.]

[ Steps forward to take it, though just to inspect. ] Certainly smells like all the taverns in Hightown I've ever been to. [ Complimentary! ] I won't deprive you of it. Given the locale, you might have to conserve.

Have you seen anyone else around?

There've been a coupla people runnin' 'round like they're bein' chased by somethin'. [He takes a puff of his cigar.]

They ain't.

[Being chased that is.]

Well, that's always the best way to fix a situation.

[ Holds up her device. ]

Did you get this message too?

Yeah, well tell them that.

[ he nods at her question. ]

Yeah, I've been considerin' how we're going to make that happen and what happens if we don't.

[immediately pinged by:]

Dragon?

[who cares about this coconut sitting on the ground, that sounds way more interesting and Bart's dropping that coconut like it's hot (which it actually is) and zipping over until he's about three feet away from Hawke.]

Are you like a shapeshifting dragon? Because you don't look like a dragon right now.

[ She doesn't have time to pull her weapon, the boy is too fast, but she does hop backward another few feet to gain some distance. But his question lets her lower her guard-- just a little. ]

What, you've never heard of shapeshifting dragons?

[he doesn't seem at all fazed by her surprise, his smile wide on his face as he peers up at her.]

Not shapeshifting dragons. But we do have Miss Martian, and she can shapeshift into whatever she wants. [partial headtilt.] She could probably turn into a dragon if she wanted to.

Does that mean you can turn into whatever you want too?

That's a skill I'd love to have. [ She is a bit taken in by how easy going and curious he seems to be. Of course, she does have a little soft spot for urchins that don't try and take her purse. ]

Do you have many friends with special abilities like that? [ Since you said "we". ]

[the chance to get to talk about his friends - and his team are his friends and family, as far as he's concerned - is a welcome one, and Bart wastes no time in launching into a long soliloquy about all of them.]

Yeah, a ton.

[he starts ticking them off his fingers.]

There's Blue Beetle, whose got an alien thing stuck to his back that gives him all sorts of cool powers, and Robin 3.0 who's basically a living ninja - guy gives me the creeps sometimes with how he disappears and reappears outta nowhere - and Wondergirl who pretty much has super-everything. And then there's Beast Boy and Arsenal and everyone else too.

[his smile turns a little wistful at the thought.]

I wish they were here with us. I bet they could get us out of this place in no time.

[ Awwwww, you're cute, kid. She listens with half understanding -- no idea what a ninja is, for example -- but they do sound like pretty interesting group of people. She reaches out and pats his shoulder when he looks sadder. ]

No doubt they could. If we put your friends and mine together, we'd pretty much rule this place.

What's your name?

You can call me Impulse.

[He almost spit out his name on accident - this lady seems nice and there's not that many of them stuck here on this island - but after numerous times of being yelled at for accidentally revealing secret IDs, Bart finally gotten it drilled into him that privacy is in fact a good thing.]

What about you? You look pretty crash and tough. You probably have a name that matches, huh?

[ he had all these plans. he was going to stay up all night. he was going to trace the signal when it came in.

instead he just -- woke up abruptly on the beach, communicator beside him, job application nowhere to be seen, no memory of going to sleep or even closing his eyes.

it's not great. but he pushes himself upright eventually, and then he spends a minute or two staring down at the message on his communicator.

when she approaches, he doesn't even look up, just says ]

You can try to eat me, but I'm pretty sure you'd get indigestion.

I doubt you'd do much for my appetite. Men rarely do.

[ He appears unarmed, though she can see he keeps his body in good condition; perhaps that is his weapon, then. But she continues to approach. Wouldn't do for anyone to start thinking she had developed too much caution. ]

[ well. hey, now. ]

--That's fair. I feel exactly the same way. But I'll admit I didn't think dragons discriminated.

Well, now that we've got that established. [ Grins and offers him a hand up. ]

And they usually don't. Though the witch did say the darkspawn turned her stomach. But mayhap that's just the intelligent ones.

[ he'll take it, adding ] And it's always important to clear up the intricacies of our sexualities before we've even shaken hands. If we're ever on The Newlywed Game, we'll get that one right.

[ but the rest of what you just said is pretty interesting ] What kind of dark are we talking there? Is this a racism thing? Because I was feeling pretty progressive just now.

[ Sardonic eyebrow. She got exactly zero of your references. ]

You do like to talk, don't you. [ He reminds her of Varric, but not as charming as her trusty dwarf. ]

Darkspawn. Creatures of the Blight that follow the whim of the Archdemon. Not the most fun to have at parties. [ Pushes up her sleeves a little more; the armor doesn't have much give, but she manages. ]

Well, you know what they say. Do what you know. [ literally no one is as charming as Varric, that's just a given ]

So, not a skin color thing. That's good.

You wouldn't happen to be from Blackmoor, by any chance? [ he was a nerdy teenager in the 80s with no friends, of course he knows D&D ]

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[ She would happily show off her skills for him if he asked! Though maybe he's not so impressed at this point. :|a ]

Blackmoor? No. We have a Blackmarsh in Amaranthine, but I prefer cities that aren't drowning in muck and ghosts and ruins.

I'm Hawke, by the way. Marian Hawke. [ Offers her hand. ]

[ he doesn't impress easy, but she's always welcome to try ]

Amaranthine being -- what? Region? Territory? Nation?

[ he takes the hand after a heartbeat, and his shake is firm. ] Bond. James Bond.

Or Tony Stark, whichever you wanna go with.

[ She grins a little more at the shake; seems he is a warrior, of sorts. ]

James Bond of Tony Stark, maybe? [ She can be a troll too. ]

Amaranthine is in Ferelden, in Thedas. Ferelden's my homeland, but I live in Kirkwall now. [ Smirks ] They were silly enough to give me a title. Would be a shame not to stay.

No, no. Definitely the other way around. [ important names come first ]

Oh yeah? People do that sometimes. Are you a doctor now?

[ Laughs, though she's a little bit bitter. ]

No, I'm no healer. The Champion of Kirkwall kills things and people for the greater good. [ A beat. ] And profit.

It's nice to meet you, Tony Stark.

[ he just meant, you might've been given the title of doctor ]

It usually is. I'm a pleasure to meet.

But I know how that goes.

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