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[whathawksdo]

[ How long has it been? About eight days? Nine? Since Hawke had been minding her own business on an errand in Heropa. Eight whole days of total radio silence from her, save for the unfortunate few who ran afoul of her in Pan's jungle. Of which at least one or two was likely not expecting to hear from her again and yet... ]

Word of advice to those who don't realize this, but if you do kill another imPort, try not to bury them.

[ She sounds absolutely haggard, voice scratchy and dry and short on breath altogether. Since, hey, you try being dead and buried for a few days and come out sounding just fine, okay? ]

Because, surprise, we do come back! And clawing your way out of your own grave? You don't even want to know... how inconvenient that is. I could go on forever and ever, but...

[ How about she just doesn't, instead? It's only a weak attempt to make light of it, not a real offer to expand upon. ]

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[desequilibre]

Who is responsible?

[ He hadn't known. But now he does, Athos is ready to stab someone for her. ]

[whathawksdo]

[ Staying extremely audio-only here. The last thing she needs is anyone actually seeing how roughed up she still looks from the entire ordeal (so much dirt...). It does take a moment for her to process a response to "who", though. After a short silence, she'll manage a weak: ]

It doesn't matter. It was unavoidable.

[ Bull's going to feel bad enough without a bunch of Musketeers getting on his case. ]

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[brushoff]

[ this is so morbid, this is totally Dorian's jam. ]

One of the perks of being turned to a charred corpse when I died: there was too much to do to prep the body for anyone to bury me. Still, welcome back! Shall I find you a button for the 'surprise, I died' club?

[whathawksdo]

[ Still voice on her end, but really, it's for the best. She's still such a mess. ]

You really are an irreverent bastard, aren't you? [ That said, she doesn't actually sound offended. Some things are best mocked, things like this. ] You know I'm going to be eternally disappointed if I don't find a button for that in my mailbox sometime soon.

voice; aggressively private

[stealwithit]

[ For a long time, there's just silence on her end of the channel. Or rather, the sound of Kasumi not knowing what the hell to say or how to handle this. She'd worried about people close to her being caught up in the mess in Heropa that she'd only been so lucky to almost miss entirely, thanks to her decision to get the hell out of town around New Year's. She'd worried and worried, but most people seemed accounted for afterwards, except for Hawke. She figured the mage might have just needed some alone time (a feeling Kasumi can identify with strongly) to process the horrific events that played out -- or maybe that was Kasumi's form of denial, of deluding herself into thinking her friend couldn't have possibly been killed during it all. (And she certainly would have an even harder time believing that it another friend was responsible for the very thing.)

It's quite some time before she finally manages to mutter a word. Or in this case, two: ]

...Welcome back.

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[whathawksdo]

[ Sorry, Kasumi. She couldn't charm her way safely out of this one. ]

Kasumi... [ Had she seen the thief anytime during the jungle? No, she hadn't. That's a minor relief. ] Thanks. I would say it's good to be back, but I'm pretty sure my everything still hurts.

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

[Jacob is horrified, and it shows in his voice. She clawed out of her grave? He knew things had gotten bad in Heropa, but he hadn't known Hawke had been a casualty.]

Damn, Hawke. Where are you now? I'll come check in on you.

[whathawksdo]

[ On one hand, reaching out to the network was to inevitably ask for help. On the other, she isn't sure she wants Jacob, of all people, to see her like this. Which is, in all fairness, incredibly vain of her. ]

I'm just... somewhere safe? Resting? [ Neither of which are actually lies. ] It's fine. Really.

[mightthinkthat]

Very unlucky of you. Are you all right?

[whathawksdo]

I'm alive, aren't I? [ Not a very specific answer, is it? ] I'd worry more about the playground they managed to leave me under.

[ Or, more like, the children who'd been playing on said playground ]

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[rassera]

[Speaking of those unfortunate few...]

Could be worse. Could've been concrete, right?

[whathawksdo]

[ Oh. It's Kaneda. That's... ]

Could have been. Sure. [ Followed by quite a pause. What do you even say? Besides: ] This feels awkward. Is that just me or... no, it's definitely awkward.

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[mousquetaire]

Someone buried you?!

Dear God, Hawke. What happened?

[ He hadn't known she died. He'd known she was out of contact, but he hadn't thought this was the reason. ]

Were you in Heropa?

[whathawksdo]

[ Hawke isn't quite up for answering the first two, not publicly, leaving her to blatantly skip over d'Artagnan's first two questions. The third, however, is a different story. ]

I was. Lucky me, right? I can't even run an errand without something evil trying to ruin my life.

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[rideme]

Shit--

[This eventuality had literally not occurred to him. No one told him people just stood back up again -- they always made it sound like they just appeared in the porters afterward.]

[Those I fucked up feelings are back in full force when he goes on...]

Hawke. Shit, I... Didn't think that would happen.

[whathawksdo]

[ In all fairness, she would have assumed that, too. Looks like they were both wrong. ]

Bull. [ Well shit. What is she supposed to say to him? ] I'm pretty sure no one expected any of what happened to happen. Don't... it's fine. Just don't worry.

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[rathercommon]

Oh, my God.

[ Her voice is hushed and anguished. ]

I'm sorry, this is going to sound...But you weren't buried too deep, were you?

[whathawksdo]

[ Oh. Oh, no, it's Kitty. Of course it's Kitty.

Of course she would reply. ]

You know, it never crossed my mind to stop and measure, but if I could get out, I think they really may have slacked on depth. A bit insulting, really.

[illuminescent]

Buried-

Buried!

[whathawksdo]

[ Oh, hey, there's Lucy. She was just speaking with d'Artagnan about her, too. ]

Are you in a cave, your Majesty? I think I hear an echo.

[ Trauma aside, some things never change. If she can spot a joke to be made, you had better believe she'll make the attempt. ]

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[tadeadshi]

[OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH HOLY CRAP HAWKE.]

But you're okay now right???

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[whathawksdo]

Well, I'm not dead anymore, so, in theory, yes?

Sort of?

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[kanadian]

[ He looks.... really worried. ]

You -- I'd ask if you're okay, but...

Do you need anything?

[whathawksdo]

[ Still audio-only for her, but... ]

Ha, yeah. Kind of moot to ask, isn't it? [ Hawke lets out a quiet sigh. ] I... don't know? I have someone on the way. I'm going to ask Kasumi to check in on the dog. I don't think there's anything else.

[voice]

[wasnever]

Shite, are you alright?

Do I have to put an arrow through anyone's head?

[whathawksdo]

In the "I am no longer a corpse in a hole" sense, yes, if that counts.

[ Ah, but who to have Sera go shoot... ]

Maybe. Not the person you'd expect, I bet, but still.

[permavoice]

[timecapture]

You got buried?!

[Oh, shit.]

Hawke, are you going to be okay? [Stupid question, but Max has been worried out of her mind over everyone. Don't judge her.]

[whathawksdo]

Only by a foot or two.

[ That's still a foot or two of dirt, Hawke. It's still horrific. ]

But I'm not a corpse in a hole anymore, so something tells me everything will be just fine.

[ Physically... ]

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[governorkang]

[Nanite resurrection is a thing that Kang is not keen on testing anytime soon. Or ever.

Dryly:]

Well, that's one thing I'll never have to worry about.

You sound like you could use a beer or five.

[whathawksdo]

[ Once upon a time, Hawke's sure she's joked about testing it out. Joked. Never expected to live through it, though, yet here she is. Anyway, hello, cool-looking dragon guy. She's going to try and not focus on how cool and dragon-looking he is. ]

Or two whole bottles of wine, at the least.

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[dumbfound]

Yeah, that sounds... really bad.

[ Slight understatement, but less of one than inconvenient probably. ]

... Did someone try to bury you?

[ That should be obvious, but he wants to make sure. He doesn't always assume correctly, and likes to not look like a complete doofus when he can manage it. So instead he'll look like a doofus but not assuming the obvious. ]

[whathawksdo]

Tried and succeeded, actually. I'm sure I stayed buried for at least a day or two...

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[akito]

...Seriously? That's fucking hardcore.

[ ACTUALLY SOUNDS V IMPRESSED. GOOD JOB, HAWKE. --and PRIVATE now because some shit is just meant to be private o.k. ]

Hanging out in a tree or on a rooftop helps if you start getting all... [ a frustrated huff since he's not good with words like akito is ] Feeling confined.

[whathawksdo]

No, no, it was more... shifty dirt.

[ Some slang, forever meant to go right over Hawke's head. ]

And, huh, I suppose I should keep that in mind. I've gotten a chair out onto a roof before. [ Although she sounds a little dubious of that, since winter will have set in back in De Chima. ] Or... I don't know. Visit a farm. Something like that.