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Sender ID: velocityraptor (Hawks)
To: Everyone
Subject: Hitchhiking
Warnings: Talk of severe bodily harm and maybe a bit of murder.

[ Anyone who happens to have one of Hawks' feathers, either because he gifted it, or they just happened to pick one up, will find that three days ago they darkened a shade or two as the connection to the man himself was cut off - they are now disconnected feathers, and would need to be replaced sometime in the future, if one still wanted one. ]

Hello! Sorry to trouble everyone, but I need a favour.

I'm on Eltrut, and I need a ride to either my crew's island or out to their ship, or something. It's not a rush, but if someone's willing to make the trip I can help out with chores on board, or even pay you if you get me back to my place.

[ Hawks has never, outside of MANTA board requests, set foot on a ship willingly for any length of time, in fact, usually he's flying where he wants to go.]

I appreciate it, thanks.

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[ Nah, he's cosplaying as a mummy, he's definitely had some medical attention. ]

I'm waiting for a ship.

[ That's Hawks' plan. For however long that will take. ]

For what, however many days it takes one to dock that's going in the direction you need?

(Fuck that.)

You're on supplemental oxygen, bird brain! You're getting on that carraige and accepting help if I have to drag you.

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[ He's tired, he probably isn't really thinking that through. ]

Just easier to be here when I need to be. I guess I can walk somewhere. The oxygen is only temporary.

[ Alright he can get up. He isn't any shorter than he was, but he looks a lot smaller like this. ]

(They sigh.)

Hawks, you might be stable right now but you won't stay that way if you push yourself like this. Come on.

(Automatically, they move to help him.)

What crew are you on?

[ He's on his feet, all is good. Them catching his arm to help is enough to get a sharper, pained breath out of him, but no complaints. His arms? Also suspiciously padded like he's also got bandages there too.

Because he's being supported instead of tapping away on his phone he chooses to try and say that verbally. His voice is raspy and this sounds rather difficult, like maybe he just should not be talking right now. ]

The...[ A shuddering breath. ] Hideaway.

...You know how to sign? (They doubt, but they figure they should ask. Talking seems like a bad idea.)

I'll contact Cid. Chances are someone on the crew has a teleportation ring and can pick you up that way. You're getting looked at first, though.

[ A bit of a headshake. He doesn't, which seems like a bit of an oversight really, but occasionally they didn't prepare for everything. It's alright, he'll keep at it with his phone. Shame this voice isn't as cheerful as the one the one at home is. ]

I've had a couple of rounds of healing. I've been doing errands all day.

[ Who let him out of bed?? ]

I'll teach you. But don't teach anyone else.

(The sign language they're most familiar with is... secret.)

You're getting a couple rounds more if I have anything to say about it.

(They'll have a carraige ready and waiting by the time they get to an actual road.)

What happened?

[ Hawks likes learning new things so he nods slightly, although he's not up to it for the most part right now, but he can force himself to focus if he needs it. He's never napped so much in his life, he already napped in Jeanist's car. Twice. Logically that's probably a sign he shouldn't have slipped out of the hospital yet, but conflict doesn't wait for the top three to recover, does it?

There's a lot to say about that, so he'll wait until he's loaded into the carriage. At least he has no problem walking, from a leg standpoint, but he's definitely got a lot of pain he's just ignoring. ]

I went home for a bit. A couple of weeks, I guess, back to the grind. We planned an assault on the villain group I was infiltrating. It had already been planned before I came here, but yeah, we executed that and it went okay, overall, but we didn't capture everyone. That's a problem.

(He went home. Fuck.)

And you got hurt in the process.

(They clench their fist.)

...The Commission forcing you to run errands like this?

Yeah, my role didn't go as planned. I underestimated him.

[ Hawks will admit that, he completely overlooked Dabi and his potential role in this thing which not only offended the man, but it was a massive miscalculation on his part. ]

No. The Commission's top members were killed by the villains. They're not in a position to control me anymore. One errand was personal, everything else is...the fallout from everything. I don't like to admit I got outplayed, but I did.

[ There's a feeling of annoyance there, but also respect. There are not many people who tangle with his intellect and come out on top, and Dabi certainly did that. ]

(And they blink at that, before sagging in what looks an awful lot like relief.)

Good. That you're free.

(And thst there are less people like ...that out in the multiverse. Now they just have to keep him alive.)

Injuries?

[ He doesn't think he's at risk of dying. It was close, it was really close, but that's likely intentional. The same reason that his injuries were applied for maximum pain before getting too deep to kill the nerves to take the pain away. Dabi wanted this to hurt. ]

He burned my wings off, there's not much left of them. The oxygen is just because of the smoke inhalation. The burns are pretty extensive. Guess I'm not going to be on the cover of a magazine anytime soon.

[ He didn't lose his sense of humour. ]

I'm sorry about your wings.

(Are they gone forever now?

He might notice they're going in a familiar direction.)

I deserved it.

[ He genuinely means that, there's something under the surface, some guilt there. ]

They'll grow back, it's just going to take awhile, hopefully. The doctors seem to think so.

You think you deserve every bad thing that happens to you.

(Very blunt.)

Not sure if your wings can be helped but I'm pretty sure there's an inhaler that'll accelerate healing in your lungs, at least.

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Not always, but I did deserve this.

[ What he did was exceptionally bad, with a level of cruelty he would've liked to avoid, but he was cornered. They both were. It's no excuse. He should've been better. Hawks slumps a little bit more as they get closer, he's very clearly exhausted. ]

No. You didn't.

(Absolute confidence there.)

Lay down, Hawks. (They can see how tired he is.)

[ A matter of opinion, he's not really in the mood to fight about it. ]

I can rest like this. I slept in Jeanist's car, twice. I should be full of energy.

Energy your body is using up fighting off infection snd regrowing lost bits.

(They sigh.)

We're nearly there anyway.

(They text Faulkner that they've nearly arrived.)

[ Hawks remains quiet for the rest of the ride, sleeping, or at least dozing on and off. When they get there, he steels himself because he needs to get on his feet again and he does so, climbing out of the carriage with barely a peep.

He's definitely in pain, more than he was a half an hour ago, he's just ignoring it. ]

[ Faulkner has already been at the conservatory for a bit. He teleported fairly shortly after Chris first texted him, and has mostly just been pacing anxiously.

He's visibly on edge, and also visibly was in enough of a hurry that his shirt is buttoned wrong and he hasn't bothered to notice, or fix it.

He's now waiting outside the Conservatory gates. Angel is waiting just inside them, all of their heads making little whining sounds because their human is very clearly upset and they don't know what to do about it. ]

Keigo!

[ He said that was fine to use in front of other people... and honestly Faulkner isn't really thinking about it one way or the other right now. He's very worried, and it's taking a moment to even process exactly what he's looking at. ]

(And Chris will move slightly in front of Hawks just in case Faulkner tries to hug him or something else stupid.)

He's hurt pretty bad. Burns on most of his body. Can you get the gate?

[ Just the top half really, he really would be dead if it was much more, and he was sure Dabi knew that. He was an expert after all, probably not by choice.

Faulkner however gets a smile, it can be seen in his eyes and a little wave, because he's so fond of him. And though he shouldn't, he'll speak again. ]

Hey...Richie... [ His voice is rough, he's breathing more than the voice is working, but still, it's an effort. ]

[ He's genuinely not sure whether to bristle at or appreciate Chris's protectiveness right now. He probably would have been smart enough not to go for a hug, because he can already see that that's a lot of bandages.

Chris is probably right about priorities though. He can ask for details later, right now Keigo clearly needs help. ]

Y-yeah, okay.

[ And he's turning to get the gate before he hears Keigo. The way he sounds... does not make Faulkner feel any better. One thing at a time, though. He opens the gate, and also puts a hand on his dog to keep them from charging over to investigate, before taking a breath and turning back. ]

Hey. I'm—well I'm glad you're here—we're going to help—and then one of you'd better tell me what the hell happened—

[ He's alright at functioning in an emergency, but he does tend to ramble when he's worried about someone. ]

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