golden_hawke | Entries tagged with *event

-=He's quiet on the PCD, his arms free of any leather bindings so he can look at all the long, thing lines on his arms. Scars. Self inflicted scars. He's touching them, brows knit together in attempts to remember them.=-

I know why these are here, but I do not know when they came to be. They look old.

-=He glances up to the PCD, a stoic expression on his face.=-

And I have this creature in my house. I know him. I have named him. But I have not met any other creature here before like him.

-=He tilts his head slightly, trying to push the uneasy thoughts aside.=- Perhaps it is another event and I do not understand why.

.....

This was not your tea, was it, Unohana.

-=makes a face as if something odd slipped over his tongue.=-

How do I make...

These things... I have odd tastes, and I know I cannot taste these things here.

[[He took the blue draught. Welcome Gustatory Synesthesia]]

I will be very glad when this ends. I prefer my sleeping arrangements of my own violation. And the way these creatures are keeping us detained at night...

I want to be outside. Under the stars.

-=He's been up for hours now, pacing back and forth. He's restless, almost too anxious to sit still.=-

I should not be here. I need to go. I need to go back home.

-=the muttering's to himself as he stares out the window, hugging himself. He hasn't even put a come through his hair yet, and it's a frizzed mess around his face and shoulders.=-

They must be worried sick about me.

[[Hawke has lost memory of his human family, and only remembers the Faunlyn and the mountain. Expect him to be jumpy and suspicious of people here, and only slightly less so with people he does have CR with.]]

-=Guess who's back from his hunting trip? Yep! Hawke, and he's not pleased since some mistletoe decided to entangle him and his kills into the vines. There's struggles and grunts from him as he's muttering and cursing in his own language, trying to break free and wondering how the hell an Earth Kin made it here.=-

-=and then he notices the PCD on the ground, recording.=-

Ah... I need help. I am stuck in... plants? Why are they doing this? I have done nothing to anger them. Please? I do not know how to free myself, and I do not want to harm them.

-=Hawke was out helping fight those things and looks... well, he looks frightening. There's blood everywhere on him, and at first glance, it looks like it's pouring from everywhere. But nothing drips down. Then if once looks more carefully, they'll see that some of those trails of blood are almost flowing up.

He's holding onto the PCD, glaring at it as if he were hunting a convicted killer that raped and strangled his family, a soft growl vibrating through him. There's a slight lurching to his gait, since he's been slashed in a couple places.=-

They weren't even alive.

-=It's hard to tell if he's been injured badly with the way he acts. For the moment, what one can see of him, he doesn't look like he's actively bleeding. But then again, with what's writhing on him is hard to tell. And at this moment, if anyone was near him, his aura of 'Keep away from the bloody thing' is nice and strong. He is not a happy camper.=-

Is everyone else well?

Up to no good, again.

I will be home shortly, my family.

Rosalie... Is you mother due for a visit, or not? If so, I need to prepare myself.

Rose. I hope your work is finished for the day?

-=The PCD shows... Subaru. Only.. not. He's shirtless, that's for certain, but the face looks miserable.=-

Ah.. I am not certain how to begin this.

My name is Hawke. This is not my body, as many of you have seem to have discovered. We are not in our bodies.

I do not know who this body belongs to. I do not wish to injure it. Likewise, I do not wish the person who has my body to be injured or frightened by its capabilities.

Please answer this message. I will help in any way I can.

Normally, I am more muscled. Tanned. I have a mark here. -=motions over his heart.=- And marks on my wrists... a line of crystals in my hair.

...I do not know how to address this.

If any one has been in my dreams, and I am not aware of it or I am aware of it

I will answer any questions you may have.

-=The feed clicks on to show Hawke out in the middle of the street -practically- and sound asleep with not a stitch of clothing on his body, not even his usual waist cloth. And he's face down on the street/alley, sound asleep. Nearby, there's the sound of fluttering and a bunch of dust bursts in the corner of the screen. Then there's munching sounds as a Moth crawls over Hawke's rear in search for more food.=-

[[LOL.. guess who got attacked by moths? WARNING: Nudity over the PCD]]

Curtis! I have a gift for you.

If anyone is too cold, I can help. I hate to see people in need, and if there are those of you who are cold and the fire is not enough, I do not mind helping.

Where I am from, it is normal to be together for sleeping. It is comforting and safe.

Current Mood: worried

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