[ when hawke finally washes up on shore, she's just going to spend a few minutes on all fours vomiting up a bunch of disgusting fish gut water. hack, hack, hack. when it all finally comes out, she'll pull her sword off her back and throw it to the side. then, she sits up on her knees and starts desperately unclasping at her armor to shove it off her too. the chainmail goes afterward and it leaves hawke in a wet t-shirt and her metal lower half.
she flops over onto her back after that, pulling in desperate gulps of air and pressing her palms into her eyes as she tries to get her shit together. she knows the other two are near her, and definitely in hearing range, so when she pulls in enough air, well.
hawke's gonna yell. ]
THE MOMENT I AM FINISHED NEARLY DYING, I AM GOING TO GET UP AND PUNCH THE YELLOW WOMAN IN THE FACE. DO YOU HEAR THAT, YELLOW WOMAN? MY FIST. YOUR FACE. THEY'RE GOING TO BE WELL ACQUAINTED.
[ hack hack, cough cough. hawke curls on her side and groans pathetically.
but seriously though, athena? you are so fucked. ]
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she flops over onto her back after that, pulling in desperate gulps of air and pressing her palms into her eyes as she tries to get her shit together. she knows the other two are near her, and definitely in hearing range, so when she pulls in enough air, well.
hawke's gonna yell. ]
THE MOMENT I AM FINISHED NEARLY DYING, I AM GOING TO GET UP AND PUNCH THE YELLOW WOMAN IN THE FACE. DO YOU HEAR THAT, YELLOW WOMAN? MY FIST. YOUR FACE. THEY'RE GOING TO BE WELL ACQUAINTED.
[ hack hack, cough cough. hawke curls on her side and groans pathetically.
but seriously though, athena? you are so fucked. ]