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[wittyskepticism]

WHO: Hawke
WHERE: Dragon Age House + all over
WHEN: July 1st, a while after the earthquake
OPEN TO: ALL + closed starter for Fenris
WARNINGS: None for now, will update if needed

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FENRIS

Natasha had wanted to stay for a while to look over some of those papers. What Hawke could gleam from them didn't make much sense, but Natasha seemed to think it was worth looking through just so they wouldn't lose anything. That made sense, given that the first papers they tried to take out of the pod disintegrated. So she did her best to look over a few of them, too, though her memory wasn't the best for things like this. Besides, Natasha was also right in that this scary metal thing would probably survive better than they would if the cave system fell apart around them.

What that would do to everything inside they couldn't say, but both of the women seemed more willing to take their chances here than outside.

Everything changes when Hawke finally steps outside to see the damage. Maybe those tremors they were feeling were worse than they'd thought. She pauses for a time just to take it in and for a moment, for one long moment, it's like standing on the edge of Kirkwall after that last talk with the Arishok. After Isabela had run off with the relic, after Hawke and Aveline had failed to talk down the Arishok and the order to attack Kirkwall came. It's like the final confrontation with Meredith. Just in that long, terrifying moment, Hawke feels the fear all over again, briefly paralyzed with the worry that the city, the town, might be gone for good or that all of the people might not survive. That her friends, her sister, might pay in blood for something she'd done.

It doesn't last and she snaps out of her thoughts, her gaze drawn immediately in the direction of her claimed house. "Fenris." Not that he can't take care of himself, but he's the one remaining piece of her life in Thedas. The most important part of her life here. "I'm going to help people," she tells Natasha, "but first I have to find Fenris."

And then she's off, tearing across the ground as quickly as she can. "Fenris!" she yells as she nears the house, praying to a Maker that might not be capable of listening that he's all right. "Fenris!"

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Once she's sure that Fenris is okay and the house will survive, Hawke will take to the streets as she always does. A crisis is always a reason to be out and about. Hawke has never shied away from helping people in need and now is no different. If someone needs help getting somewhere or finding someone or getting dug out of rubble, she's there and she will help. It makes her miss her family mabari, though. Cailan would be vital in helping her sniff out people trapped or injured. But all she has is herself right now; that's always been good enough in Kirkwall, so she's determined to make it enough here.

"Are you all right?" she always asks whenever she runs into someone else out here. "Do you need anything? Are you looking for someone?"

In its own way, those simple questions are a cry, a plea, for the one thing Hawke has always wanted in her life: Let me help you.

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[fantastic_kneads]

He feels kind of stupid, but in all the mess after the earthquake, Jacob had gone into a sort of narrow headspace, where the only thing he was worried about was right in front of him. He wished that he could be the heroic type to go around and rescue people or to do something like heal them, but he can't. He's a baker and he can keep the ovens going, but the trouble is that the earthquake had made a bit of a mess in the kitchen and the oven is currently without decent wood to get it stoked up. "I need firewood," he says, which ought to be easy enough to get, but he's in half a panic right now and he's not thinking straight.

If he were, he'd know he could go borrow from the inn, but right now, all he's thinking is 'I ought to cut some down', like that's the best answer to all this.

[not_a_slave]

At first, he's reminded of the explosion at the Chantry: a deathly hush while everyone paused for just a moment to process what Anders had said, then a roar like nothing he'd ever heard before as a plume of fire and smoke soared into the sky, the Chantry shattering around it, debris and damage raining onto the city from a cloud of destruction. Fenris hears the roar start, and he runs for the door, only making it partway before the floor starts to shake under his fet, jolting him off balance and flinging him the remaining few feet. He grabs for the door-handle and pulls it, just managing to crawl outside before another sudden shuddering of the ground knocks him back to the ground. This time he can't get up, all he can do is listen to the sound, try to roll away from the house, because he doesn't know what's happening but he's sure it can't be good to be inside.

It feels an eternity, though he knows that's just the way that the mind slows down in the midst of danger. Eventually, the ground stops shaking, and he gets to his feet, unsure exactly what just happened, and he turns to look for damage. He, fortunately, seems to be unharmed, beyond perhaps some bruising from the fall, but there's the sound of crashing in the distance which suggested that not everything in the village has.

Hawke. She's been gone for some time, and he doesn't know where she is.

"Hawke!" It's foolish to call her name when she's surely nowhere nearby, but he calls it anyway, and he runs in search of her.

He's not sure how long he's gone, but he's headed back for the house after a futile search, whispering under his breath about a Maker he's not sure he truly believes exists for a former slave, when he hears her voice.

"Hawke!" He turns in the direction of her shout and breaks into a long, loping run.

"Hawke, what has happened? Where have you been?"