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

[waytobreakithero]

[ 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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[cleanedslate]

[ well. hey, now. ]

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

[waytobreakithero]

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.

[cleanedslate]

[ 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.

[waytobreakithero]

[ 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. ]

[cleanedslate]

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 ]

[waytobreakithero]

[ 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. ]

[cleanedslate]

[ 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.

[waytobreakithero]

[ 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.

[cleanedslate]

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

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

[waytobreakithero]

[ 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.

[cleanedslate]

[ 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.