[ losing my edge ϟ open ]

[kirkwalled]

Who: hawkeward moment and whoever else wants to encounter her!
When: various times! but generally post-event because hawke continues not to respect cerealia at all
Where: the church, novus, and trader ceres
What: hawke the bird wonder aggressively ignoring the wrongness of cerealia once again
Rating/Warning: this is a blatant dehiatus general open log, there's not much to say about it

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one. or this would be sacrilegious if it wasn't hawke

[ today, anyone who enters the church will be graced with the blessed sounds of -- of snoring. it's not a heavy snore, not one of those gross mucus filled ones that turn a person's stomach, but a snore nonetheless and the culprit isn't immediately visible. this is because the culprit, who is hawke, is sleeping away on one of the pews off towards the back, in the shadows. she's actually quite hidden away, a passing glance would dismiss her and she has a sweater tucked under her head for a pillow. sure, she's sleeping in a church but it isn't as if she wants to disturb anyone. really, that'd be rude!

look, she doesn't really have an apartment right now and the ghosts were kind of aggressive and just -- let the woman nap.

or don't, actually. there's a dog hanging around there too that would be plenty happy with getting up and going to do something else. he might even help you wake her up! ]

two. or this isn't an episode of jessica jones i swear

[ to any poor soul walking past novus this evening (or even at novus), they will see a scruffy looking woman being unceremoniously thrown out of the bar. she stumbles, obviously not very steady on her feet but she manages to catch herself anyway. a sour look as the door slams behind her and she lifts a hand to wipe at the blood on her cut lip before calling out. (which, uh, hawke did you get in another bar fight?) ]

One would think you'd be more charitable! With what, us being the ones who suffer this city the most!

[ hawke eternally has a bone to pick with ceres and cerealia as a whole and while she refuses -- outright refuses -- to get more involved than necessary (this won't be kirkwall 2.0, alright), she doesn't mind freeloading to get what she's due. of course, in a hypercapitalistic city like this, that's not regarded so highly and novus isn't above showing her such. it's a seedy bar anyway! and their drink is poor! that's what hawke's opinion is and after a moment of just scowling at the place, she may notice you. ]

Ah, out for a night on the town, are you?

three. or at least it isn't whole foods (of ceres)

[ trader ceres is overpriced and understocked yet here hawke finds herself anyway. she needs food and still finds the more modern street food served at the food stop too rich for her tastes so, she generally sticks to making her own until she can adapt. when you're from ye olde times, chili cheese dogs are just a bit too much for your stomach.

today, hawke is in the pastry aisle, carrying a basket filled with a variety of things. rice crackers, bread, a huge cut of meat, poptarts. those are the things that can be found in her basket. she's also truly rocking the lazy morning food shopping look, in her sweatpants and grandpa sweater, untied sneakers on her feet and disheveled hair. hawke is just slowly becoming less and less respectable as days go on and no one could really predict that this woman has saved thedas twice over and can kill things ten times her size. come on, she's impressive!

but she isn't very impressive today as she reaches out and grabs a pack of blueberry muffins. she sniffs it, trying to see if it's good enough for her old timer stomach, but the plastic is too much and she lets out a frustrated noise after a moment. ]

It's as if they want you to pay for it before you know if it's edible at all.

[ which is so rude, obviously. hawke's just going to glare at the package a moment longer before looking up and whoever is close by -- ]

Hey, you! Do you know if these are any good?

[ she shakes the muffins a little in gesture and is, well, genuinely asking. help a bro out? ]

misc. or i'm really rusty with open logs

[ and if any of those prompts don't work, but you still want a hawke -- feel free to tag anyway! or hit me up and we can plot something out. thanks for readin'! ]

Comments

two

[playboyknight]

[After all the nonsense with the ghosts, Angelo needed a drink. He also worked there part time at the bar Hawke happened to be at, so he gets discounted drinks. Though when she addresses him, he prompt replies.]

Usually I come here for work, but I need a drink after all the nonsense that's been going on.

[kirkwalled]

[ usually hawke is a bar bouncer in the city -- but she's not working tonight! or... skipping work or something of the sort. either way, she's not on shift and doesn't really pay mind to acting professional. ]

The ghosts? Or do you mean the library? Perhaps the one before that, the ah... volcano. That was something else, I'll admit.

three

[discard]

[He's not here to help a bro out, he here to puzzle over modern shopping and why it's so confusing. What's the difference between the carrots over here and the carrots over there? Why are there multiple types of carrots? He doesn't even like carrots, but the fact that there are multiple varieties has held him in spellbound horror for a moment.

So the fact that Hawke is now taking up his time does not really make him very happy. He looks her over with distaste that he doesn't bother to hide, before huffing.]

Do I look like I care? Leave me alone.

[Friendly!!]

[kirkwalled]

[ wow... what vehemence. hawke just blinks in a slow sort of surprise before giving a shake of her head and well -- she can't allow anyone to talk to her like that. not because she's insulted, of course, but because she's an asshole.

hawke is a really big asshole. ]

Well, no real loss. You don't particularly look as if you have anything going on up there anyway. I suppose I'll find someone else.

two

[deontology]

[Ah, it's.......]

Hawke.

[Look, Sousei just wanted to go home. He's tired. Ghosts are a pain in the ass, even when you have an exorcist sword. Why you gotta be like that.]

What are you doing?

[kirkwalled]

[ guess who brightens when she sees her favorite ex-ponytail ]

Sousei!

[ and then she's stumbling again but no -- no, she's got this. ]

I was having myself a drink but now I seem to be shouting at neon covered buildings. [ . . . ] What of you?

three and I'll have you know this is like the 50th time hes been at the sample area

[sayonaradumbass]

[not for the first or certainly last time, dear ol' Kaneda is right there at the section of sampling, annoying the NPCs. He'll also give occasional longing looks towards the things he can't afford...

and when a package of muffins is waved at him? He'll perk up]

Them? That's easy! You gotta poke a hole through it to really tell if its real stuff.

what a respectable and upstanding young man

[kirkwalled]

[ look, if you can't afford them -- do what hawke does! steal it.

but hawke just looks between kaneda and then the muffins before frowning slightly. ]

That seems a little... over the top, don't you think?

two

[retorter]

[ Souji, the poor soul, stops in the middle of the sidewalk to observe the scene before him (forcing people to grumble and move around him because why do people just stand in the middle of the sidewalk!!! that shit's annoying souji). It's as if he's right back home, except instead of Hawke stumbling out of the bar, it's Shinpachi or Harada or Heisuke or all three. At her question, he looks at her, mostly unfazed. ]

Something like that. [ he's just wandering around the city without anything to do because he's an unemployed loser tbh. ] It hasn't been nearly as exciting as yours though.

[ his quota of bar fights and being thrown out of bars is sadly unfulfilled atm. ]

[kirkwalled]

[ those grumbling people just have to deal with it, in hawke's opinion. either way, hawke would be flattered if she knew souji was comparing her to someone like shinpachi. she knew shinpachi, he had excellent biceps. really... really excellent biceps.

ahem.

either way, hawke knows the cry of an equally unemployed loser so she's immediately interested -- not that she's super unemployed here, even if she acts like it. being unemployed is a way of life, alright. at his comment of excitement, she looks back to the bar before waving a hand dismissively and touching at her lip again. ]

I am particularly skilled at courting excitement, I'll admit, even if that last attempt left a lot to be desired. Ah well, I didn't appreciate their service anyway and [ a pause and she looks souji up and down, making a decision. ] -- aaand you are welcome to join me as I find something else more exciting? If you're out on the town, that is.

[ smooth as silk, hawke. but really, souji looks entertaining (and pretty) and hawke is not above convincing people to stick around because they're pretty (and entertaining). ]

three

[bropane]

[ well look who we have here! it's hawke - someone tadashi hasn't spoken to in a while. he waves at her before anything else, along with greeting her with a soft "hey there". ]

I'd just buy pastries at a bakery, if I were you. That way, they're fresh and still hot.

[ spoken like somebody who knows his food. after working at the lucky cat cafe for so long, you pick up a lot of tips and things! ]

[kirkwalled]

[ tadashi!! another of hawke's favorite cerealia people. she can't imagine why she hasn't talked to him a while but it's more likely that she just forgot. she makes a note to stop forgetting that kind of thing as she takes a few steps over, blueberry muffins still in hand. ]

Hm, I suppose you're right. I've never even had -- what are these? [ she squints and reads the label. it takes her a beat of course because cerealian is a stupid language and she misses her runes. ] Blueberry muffins, right. I imagine blueberries are a type of berry that are... blue?

[ blueberries. right. she puts the tin back on the shelf and approaches him, looking curiously at his own gathering of food. hope you don't mind as hawke joins in with your food shopping, tadashi. ]

one

[awfulsentimetal]

[The Spine can appreciate churches; they're places of quiet reflection, a luxury that he isn't often afforded at home. They also bear the distinction of being one of the few places Rabbit won't come looking to pester him. It isn't often that he feels the need to remove himself from her completely, but after recent events...

Let's just say that a little quiet reflection is necessary.

When he sets foot inside the church he expects to hear the susurrus of prayer, or perhaps chanting, or even an on-going sermon. What he gets is gentle snoring, and what he sees is a very large dog of a breed he doesn't recognize.]

Well, hello there. Here to worship? [It might seem a bit silly to be talking--okay, stage whispering--to a dog, but The Spine comes from a world where small fluffy creatures called Vleed engage in politics. This dog could be Mayor of Cerealia, for all he knows. What he does know for certain is that he is definitely not the source of the snoring.] ...or are you keepin' an eye out while someone catches a few winks?

[kirkwalled]

[ don't worry, garrett's a smart dog. garrett has a spot at hawke's friend's weekly poker game. hawke is not invited to that poker game. it's a thing.

so he actually seems to understand the spine's question, looking up towards the church and then to hawke before giving a bark and letting his tongue loll out his mouth. he's not really concerned with anything as silly as sanctity of a church.

that still doesn't really answer the spine's question though and hawke still keeps sleeping. what great conversationalists you have here. ]

one

[flaredo]

[ Yang's been checking on the church, if just because the ghosts aren't as eager to drift on in here, or at least stay if they do happen to sneak in, but when she hears snoring...

Of course she's going to investigate. And then get completely sidetracked by dog. And one of her favorite dogs, at that! ]

Garrett!

[ COME HERE, GIANT SLOBBERY THING. ]

[kirkwalled]

[ garrett loves yang xiao long so much he deserves a t-shirt. seriously, he perks up immediately as he sees yang and bounds off in her direction with a happy bark -- totally dismissive of the quiet of the church as he goes.

meanwhile, hawke still snores.

LOVE HIM, YANG. he's going to launch himself with his full weight at her. ]

two!

[antagonize]

[Wow, Hawke. Wow. And here he thought he had seen her at her lowest and trashiest, but. Apparently not. Amazing.]

Something like that. [He has no social life??? Let a guy live.] But your night looks like it's already over. You have fun getting kicked out of that bar?

[Being the peanut gallery is great, okay. Isn't Hawke glad to have such a nice acquaintance like Jason Nancy?]

[kirkwalled]

[ FIND FRIENDS, JASON.

anyway, if you ever think you've hit the lowest hawke can go, she will always prove you wrong. ]

I'll give it a four out of ten, I've had better.

[ hawke's catching up on her pop culture jokes, aw yeah. either way, she straightens up and frowns a little at some blood that dripped onto her shirt before shrugging it off. then, she smiles at jason. ]

Get a drink with me, Nancy.

[ but hawke!! didn't you just get kicked out of a bar!! ]

one because doge

[prosecutory]

[Normally Edgeworth isn't one for churches, but seeing a dog hanging around this one is enough to pique his curiosity. He hasn't seen his own pet dog in a long time too, so he feels nostalgic and can't help but approach and therefore step into the church.]

Do you have an owner...?

[He does have enough respect to keep his voice down as he addresses the dog. No collar, and it looked quite real, not a CYbuddy. Real pets were hard to come by, so most likely someone owned this pooch. As he holds a hand out gently for the animal to sniff, he glances this way and that to find the owner...and sure enough, his eyes hover over Hawke sleeping in a pew.

Not exactly the best behavior one would expect from a churchgoer, but Edgeworth isn't judging.]

wise choice

[kirkwalled]

[ garrett is a wonderful dog that should be loved and cherished properly and is also incredibly friendly for a wardog, which means after sniffing edgeworth's hand, he just barks up at him all dog smiles. at the question, garrett tilts his head and looks over at hawke, barking once more before looking back to edgeworth.

hawke sleeps on but garrett's here for entertainment, at least. he's going to circle edgeworth now, sniffing at his feet and pants. you smell like frills, good sir. ]

three;

[zerotohiro]

[Disheveled old-timer, meet unimpressed teenager. Hiro's busy balancing what looks like a bunch of energy drinks and instant noodles and he blinks in surprise at the sudden intrusion of his thoughts, tilting his head at Hawke and her pack of muffins. It's a legitimate question, sure, and he juggles some of the cans before shrugging almost languidly.]

Wouldn't that depend on what you consider to be good in the first place? [He narrows his eyes a little to get a better look at the package.] Those're better than the banana nut ones, but they're just okay. If you don't care too much about flavor, they'll do. [Hiro Hamada is a little snobby about his pastries and muffins, thank you very much.]

[kirkwalled]

[ hey now, she's not... super old... leave her alone!! but have a wary look first at hiro's stack of foods that hawke is pretty sure would kill her, and she looks back at the muffins. ]

I'll admit, I'm more in a "try anything new" mood so I'm not being particularly specific.

[ but, right. hm. ]

That said... if I do care about flavor? What's the better alternative?

three, belatedly barrel rolls in here

[cryptologic]

[ Dipper, stacking every pineapple he can reach into his shopping cart (it's for his job, honest), glances over with a distinct look of "are you talking to me?" on his face. 9 out of 10 times, they aren't talking to him. His skepticism is valid. But no! There doesn't seem to be anyone else nearby in the muffin-pineapple aisle. She really does seem to be talking to him. ]

Uhhhh - I actually haven't tried the blueberry ones. Lemon, though? The lemon ones are where it's at.

[ Would you trust this kid's opinion, though. Look at how many pineapples he has. ]

aw yeah

[kirkwalled]

[ don't worry, dipper. hawke is that special kind of protag that strikes up conversations in the middle of nowhere and also talks to herself a lot. she is in fact, talking to you.

for a moment, hawke is going to be distracted by that seriously impressive mountain of pineapples. her mouth opens once, twice, but then she closes it and just frowns. let's not ask about the pineapples yet. ]

Lemon muffins. Wouldn't they be sour?

[ hawke does not have much experience with citric pastries, no. ]

three; walks in a week late with starbucks

[majinken]

[well, stahn can definitely agree that the food at trader ceres is overpriced. he's a country boy, used to farm fresh foods—even the bigger cities in his own world generally didn't seem to have food costs quite as high as what they're selling here.

but maybe this is what happens when you go grocery shopping with leon "picky and fussy rich kid" magnus. it's not like the food looks bad, after all. it's just... way more expensive than necessary.]

Huuuh... [stahn's musing over a few pastries, some of which he hasn't seen. tarts? napoleons? he wonders what leon would like best—he can probably just wait until leon catches up, but it would be a fun surprise, right? well, it doesn't matter much, since hawke is interrupting that train of thought.]

Those? [he gives her a puzzled look, then looks to the package of muffins.] I've never bought them from here, but... it's probably pretty hard to make muffins bad. Especially blueberry ones!

[because muffins are awesome. at least she gets a very sincere response out of him, even if its helpfulness is debatable.]

but is it a pumpkin spice latte

[kirkwalled]

[ what a bubbly guy...! hawke just has to pause at the waves of friendly going off this guy and hopes he never steps foot in kirkwall. but then she recovers and raises an eyebrow, looking back down at the muffins and then stahn with a thoughtful hum. ]

I still haven't a clue what blueberries are other than being a berry but I suppose you... have a point? Muffins are incredibly tasty, generally. You can't do them wrong. Unless, of course, you're an imbecile and burn the entire batch, which would be unfortunate.

[ she's still on the fence but you know, at least she agrees about muffins?? yeah. sure. ]

two

[sunshrouded]

Sorta. Probably nothing interesting compared to what you're up to.

[More like he wanted to wander over to his own bar -- how many months has Tenka been working on getting that thing opened -- but he's honestly not going to bother hiding his amused grin at watching Hawke get thrown out of the bar. That used to be his job!!]

Bahahaha!! You doin' okay, Hawke-chan? [still weird.] Looks like you've had a pretty busy night!

[no judgment at least. tenka might be down to start a bar fight with her??]

[kirkwalled]

[ and technically... it's also hawke's job! she just has the night off and doesn't give a hoot about professionalism. what a noble bird, this girl is. so noble. she gives a bit of a stumble before straightening up, pulling down the hem of her shirt as she looks over at tenka.

or what's left of him?? good lord. sousei gets hot and tenka gets crippled, okay. ]

And you, a pretty busy life! I'm fine here, wobbly but still upright and with not nearly enough drinks in me. You, on the other hand, look dreadful. You went back home with Sousei, didn't you?

[ she'd start a bar fight with tenka, hell yeah she would. sousei'd probably kick both their asses for doing it though. ]