✓ Memoir 4 // A Request & Horrible Life Choices

[hawkethat]

[Warp Band Video]

[Exhibit A is a somewhat disheveled and distressed-looking man (this blond one, right here). He's just got a short request.]

If anyone runs into someone calling themselves Bethany Hawke, will you let me know? She's my sister.

Or, Bethany, if you can see this, it's Garrett.

And Anders, if you see this, get in touch with me, okay? Thanks.

[Transmission ends]

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early morning ACTION

[hawkethat]

[Hawke is snoring and buried under a pile of puppy pokemon in their cozy homey camp, as per usual.

Though he's looking more blond and less beardy than usual, so that's kind of weird. Huh.]

[trulyfree]

[Fenris is a small distance away and stirs in his sleep. He can feel Paladin tucked under his chin—huh, he must have switched into human form during the night—and Brigadier's cool form at his back. Grunting quietly, he curls in closer to Paladin, but the sound comes out wrong, and he freezes.]

...mm?

[His voice is wrong. He blinks open his eyes and glances around before carefully sitting up, doing his best not to disturb his sleeping companions, but immediately something looms into view that is Not Normal. He looks down and stares at the lumps on his chest that were not there before as well as the new clothing that apparently dons him.]



Erm.

[He shifts uncomfortably, his now feminine voice sending chills down his spine as he turns to make sure he's where he had been.

Yes, this is the camp. This is the spot he usually beds in. But this is not his body or his voice. And...

He reaches down between his legs.

...

He had to be sure. And now he regrets it, even though he doesn't know how he would have felt if his male privates were somehow still attached.

He turns carefully and nudges Brigadier, hoping the more lucid of his good Pokémon friends might shed some light on the situation. He whispers quietly, first in normal tongue and then in the tongue of beasts, as if to make sure he still remembers how to speak it.]

Brigadier... «Brigadier...»

[hawkethat]

[Brigadier stirs a bit sluggishly, reluctant as usual to wake up, but responds nonetheless to hearing his name by blinking his eyes open and twisting his head around to look at...Fenris...?]

...Is that a new illusion?

[It's the only thing the Glaceon can think of that makes sense.]

[trulyfree]

«No, my friend. Something...very strange has occurred, and I know not what or why. ...if it is not apparent by my voice. But I am glad you've recognized me.»

[He sighs quietly in relief and leans down slowly to bump his head gently to Brigadier's.]

«I need a favor, friend, because I cannot see my appearance proper. Can you help me?»

[hawkethat]

[Brigadier follows up the headbump by sitting up and poking his nose at Fenris'.]

Of course. What can I do?

[sunfall]

[Well, that explains...some things. She thinks. He doesn't look like her brother, but she certainly doesn't look like herself, either. She activates the Warp Band, inspecting the image of this other man closely.]



Garrett?

[hawkethat]

[Well that's...about what he was expecting, given what he woke up to this morning. But still really, really weird.]



Bethany? It's me. Garrett. Where are you? Are you in the city?

[sunfall]

[She's still not certain if she can believe it, not when she's looking into the eyes of a complete stranger, but she wants to trust that it's him. The past few days have been confusing enough. Bethany wants to hope that things are turning around, even if in an unbelievably ridiculous way.

Her eyes are wide and distressed.]

Yes, I am. I... I woke up like this and-- What is going on?

[hawkethat]

That's something I'd like to know too.

[He rubs a hand over his face, thinking, and appears somewhat nonplussed by the scrape of his palm over the scruff on his cheeks. Where is his beard. 8(]

What landmarks are ---

[Suddenly a girlish shriek comes from off screen and angry shouting, in a familiar voice, follows.]



What do you think you’re doing, fool! Cease your communications at once!

[Suddenly the handsome face is crashing forward, and then there’s only dirt before the message cuts off entirely after some distinct noises of struggle and motion. Apparently he’s been attacked from behind by some mysterious, unknown, and faceless attacker, though likely Bethany can assume the face of said attacker which may or may not be depicted above.]

[victimlessdetails]

Oh good, I'm not the only person I know who swapped styles of good-looking.

[hawkethat]

Oh, good, confusion and hilarious misunderstandings for everyone, then.

So if you're not Merrill, then you are...?

[victimlessdetails]

Captain Isabela, with a raging hangover and minus about 80% of puberty, at your service.

[hawkethat]

Ah, to be prepubescent and hungover...those were the days.

...Not really. Any way I might be able to help?

Video

[bleeding_heart]

Oh... it happened to you too, then?

[hawkethat]

Apparently so.

[Well, he's already talked to Izzy, so...]

Merrill?

[bleeding_heart]

Yes! That was a good guess, Hawke. You're very good at this.

[hawkethat]

I have my moments.

Are you handling everything alright?

[kaidont]

--Hawke?

[You might not recognise this charming lady



but she seems to recognise you. Or your name, anyway]

[hawkethat]

[Oh hey it's the girl with the scary face he met in a bar one time!

He's not immediately remembering her name, though. Satsu...something, wasn't it?]



For the moment. Are you the same charming young woman I met at Teeter's that one time, or a different charming young woman?

[kaidont]

Think again. It's Kaido.

[Look, the oh so sociable face is back]

[hawkethat]

[...Pff, oh no, now that she - he - says that, Hawke can't help but notice a striking similarity in their expressions...]



So not a charming young woman at all.

Are you managing alright?

[onetrackminds]

You found your sister?

[Anders is staring blearily into the warp band, and it hasn't registered at all what he's looking at yet. Or what he looks like. Seems he just woke up from an accidental and lengthy nap across a desk in the library.]

[hawkethat]

I may have found her.

[squints at]

Did you fall asleep in the library again?

[onetrackminds]

I was catching up on a few journals.

[that's a yes.]

Do you need help looking? Can you smell her?

[hawkethat]

Figures.

[sigh, Anders]

I was hoping maybe you could.