...who let him even use the network, honestly

[deconsecrate]

[ Travelers, remember when you were recently informed about a terrifyingly organized group of dragons? And how this information was imparted in a manner grave, suitably solemn and noble and stuff?

...this probably won't be anything like that, just as a precaution. ]

Not to interrupt anyone's plans for the evening, but--

[ Hawke does not have any of them fancy image-sharing skills, so you're all just going to have to take his word on this. ]

I probably should let someone know there's herd of dragons on the move here, making a terrible mess of the tournament-grounds between Rivergard & Westgard. Bit bigger than the last ones, although not as many! Thank the Maker for small favors.

Does anyone know what you call a venery of dragons, by the way? I've always wondered*.

*[ no he hasn't ]

Comments

[deconsecrate]

Oh, some.

[ Is 'nail-buffing' a thing that can be conveyed audibly? ]

[hakodate]

You're ahead of most of us, then. Anything you need over there aside from back-up?

[Not that Hijikata's in a position to supply it, but hey. Messages are easy enough to spread around this group.]

[deconsecrate]

A cannon would be nice.

[It is total coincidence that he is mentioning this, it's just ...true.] Maybe a trebuchet! If you've got one of those lying around.

[40% saracasm, 60% genuine enthusiasm. Who wouldn't want a trebuchet or a cannon? No one with a sense of fun, that's for sure.]

[hakodate]

[Well, hey, ignoring the sarcasm for a moment -]

Ogura might actually be able to help you out with that.

[She'd probably also be happy to have someone sharing her enthusiasm for big guns instead of someone going NO DON'T USE THAT HERE.]

[deconsecrate]

Really.

[ ...that amount of interest should probably be a caution. Then again, they are talking about like, fucking dragons here, so what are they doing to do, kill them too much? ]

[hakodate]

Not sure if she's got time to pull much together, but she's in the area and trying to get shit done, so - you two ought to find each other.

[And try not to blow up the kingdom in the process, for the love of all that's sacred.]

[deconsecrate]

[ ...so for the love of like, five or six things, in Hawke's case. ]

Brilliant. Beats collecting dust behind this barrel.

[ He's not really hiding behind a barrel. ]













[or is he ]

[hakodate]

What's in the barrel?

[Because wow, he hopes Hawke isn't hiding behind anything too flammable.

Like a big cask of booze or something.

That could be problematic.]

[deconsecrate]

Probably something salted. Or pickled. I haven't exactly made checking a priority, you know.

[ Hawke, no. ]

[hakodate]

Hopefully not flammable.

[Because that would be even more no than Hawke's jokes.]

[deconsecrate]

Hopefully. But if one of them notices me I'll have bigger problems.

[ Yes, bigger problems than being on fire. ]

[hakodate]

Good luck.

[Without sarcasm or irony, because he really does sound like he could use it.]

[deconsecrate]

Never hurts.

[ That miiight contain a few traces of sarcasm a/o irony, because Hawke is incapable of speech without those. He appreciates the thought all the same.

Now: dragons. ]