#madmax au

[rtrooble]

Doing some character studies for the MadMax BakuDeku AU I’ve been playing around with! Consistently is hard.

[theportertwins]

New AU Idea !

It’s a mad max/apocalyptic event where the Porters and all other Rukrian’s are identified as “Batteries”, sought out highly for their incredible strength and abilities thanks to their cores. Once captured, a Rukrian can provide an unlimited energy source to whomever possesses one.

[kirkwallschamp]

Chapter 13 of Blood and Oil has been released!!

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Hawke nearly groaned in protest as she watched the group walk away ahead of her, as the person who'd pulled her aside stepped closer into view. Varric stood a few feet from her, arms folded and looking her up and down appraisingly.

"When the Charger described your group, I knew I had to see for myself. This is too good to be true," he said, his voice hinting his own disbelief.

Hawke shuffled from foot to foot uncomfortably; they hadn't had the chance to even attempt at explaining their position to the Chargers before they were loaded into the rig, so just what had been revealed to Varric? She could only assume they had to rely on the information passed on from the other Wardens. She just hoped enough of the story got through.

"Varric, I'm sorry-- I really don't have time to talk about this right now," she sighed, "I need to check on Carver. He was wounded, and--" She made an attempt to push past him, though he saw right through her.

"Hawke, I know you too well," he said, sadness flashing in his voice, "I know you're worried sick about Carver, but I know that going to see him in surgery won't do you any good either. He's in rough shape, but when have you known Carver to go down easy? We should get a drink while the others figure out what they need to. Besides, I don't know about you, but I think I'd rather avoid any confrontation between Dorian and the Inquisitor."

Hawke was at a loss; how was Varric so calm about things? Then, she saw it. There was a tremble in his shoulders, a gap in his usually chipper persona that betrayed his feelings. He was panicking, and she could see him starting to break down at the edges. Instinctively, as she'd done what felt like a thousand times before, Hawke moved to his side, dropping to her knees and enveloping him in as gentle a hug as she could manage at the moment.

"I watched you die. I know deep down I've lost you," he said, as tears bubbled up and streamed down his cheeks. She pressed him close, shushing him quietly, "I know. And I know this makes no sense, but you've got to trust me..."

"I do," he gulped, after a moment, "I don't care how this happened. What matters now is that you're here."

Hawke shook her head, her own tears threatening to overtake everything else.

Over her shoulder, however, she could hear a wistful, if slightly annoyed, sigh. She whirled around as Varric looked up to see Anders, standing with arms folded crossly in front of him.

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[2013ann]

Trying to survive. 

madmax was great! loved Vuvalini

[kirkwallschamp]

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A terrified squeak passed Janna's lips as her hood fell to her shoulders. Her hands flew to her mouth, but it was too late-- the Wardens had spun around at the noise, and things began to move in slow motion.

"No,"

Disbelief was suspended in Alistair's voice as realization dawned on him.

"I-- I watched you die. You bled to death in my arms, this can't be--"

He collapsed to his knees, visibly shaking.

He'd always known when they took on the mission that chances of them both surviving were incredibly slim. With them both acting as drivers, it had been their job to protect the tinkers and archers during the turf war. In a last act of defiance she'd begged Morrigan to jump ship to Alistair's warmachine, where Leliana and Morrigan kept the Arch Demon Urthemiel at bay with long range warfare. Janna had crashed her car into the Arch Demon, successfully stopping it for good, but as it went down in flames, she was hurled from the vehicle. Alistair had forced his car to a screeching halt, jumping ship in time to gather her close in her final moments.

He still had nightmares about that day.

"Alistair--" Janna's voice splintered as she watched him break down.

Suddenly weapons were drawn and turned on their party, corralling them back into one another. Janna looked behind to see even Zevran looking between them in horror, blades bared against her.

Alistair looked up at her from the dust, grief quickly dissolving to anger. he managed to force the words, "Grab them," through his gritted teeth as he forced himself to his feet.

Anders and Evinn tossed their staffs to the ground, beckoning to Hawke to do the same. Janna felt a boot push suddenly into the back of her knees, forcing her to the ground. Her hammer was wrestled from her, and her hands were quickly wrestled back, where a strip of linen served to bind her arms tightly behind her. 

"No-- Please, Alistair, listen to me--" she began to speak urgently, when his eyes snapped back to her, getting quickly to his feet. He rounded on her, face just inches from her own, seething rage etched into his features.

"How dare you impersonate her! Get them out of my sight."

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[kirkwallschamp]

Blood and Oil has been updated again!

i’m on a roll writing these guys! 

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“Anders?”

The familiar voice caused a lump to form in Hawke's throat as Anders shoved her behind himself.

“Aveline. One of the merchant bands reported scouts attacking from one of Corypheus' warbands. They managed to disable two war machines but a scout escaped in the third.”

“He was wounded, however, so we don't know the status on that ship,” Janna interjected.

Aveline looked at Janna, “And just who is this?”

“The merchant had bodyguards. One Merc and two Tinkers,” Anders intercepted the question, still shielding Hawke as he spoke. She cowered back, begging not to be noticed by her old friend.

Aveline wore dirty pieces of armor over top of a dusty linen shirt and trousers. Just as Bodahn's had been, her legs were wrapped tightly, keeping the pant legs from dangling around her feet. It made sense, if she were driving on patrol-- she didn't need the distraction of billowing cloth to slow her down. She moved to march past Anders, clearly aggravated with the information she just received.

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[kirkwallschamp]

Blood and Oil chapter 2, Red Warriors is out now!

Voices called from beyond the headlights.

"We have you surrounded! Surrender or face the consequences!"

Hawke peeled her staff off her shoulder, quietly, nudging at Evinn to do the same. Janna's fingers flexed around the pommel of her war-hammer, watching the other two as they primed themselves.

The voice from behind the headlights taunted once more, "Are we to expect surrender?"

Janna looked past the lights, begging her eyes to focus. She could see a red glow, but nothing else.

Without warning, Hawke stood and vaulted the side of the cart, yelling at the top of her lungs. Janna sprang to her feet, lunging after the mage, thoroughly confused about any sort of plan she may have cooked up on her own. Evinn stayed back, beginning to cast a ward over the cart itself-- he, Bodahn and Sandal were bathed in a calming green light as barriers formed around them.

Evinn could see beyond the headlamps now as his eyes adjusted-- their attackers sported red, glowing growths that protruded from underneith their clothing. Of course-- they had to be red lyrium, he supposed.

"Hawke--" he called from inside the barrier, "Red Lyrium!"

She nodded, recognizing this as well. As she advanced upon the group, she sent a spray of fireballs careening towards them. They looked slightly taken aback, moving toward their loud machinery once again.

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[kirkwallschamp]

the prologue to Blood and Oil has been posted!

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