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[ losing my edge ϟ open ]

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

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'! ]

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[He might be smirking a bit at Hawke in response to her question.]

That depends on what you want from me. I'm quite flexible in various areas and I won't say no to a rather interesting woman.

[Because he's not one to back down from much and enjoys having fun in so many ways.]

[ hawke just gives a dismissive handwave and a rather put upon sigh at the response. ]

Unfortunately, I've only found myself a rather dull man instead. I wasn't talking of your flexibility, serah.

[ she was just trying to fight you, man!! why does this keep happening to her ]

[Angelo wants to get into your pants not fight you, Hawke. But he feels a bit insulted, did she just call him dull? Also why did she call him "serah"? Isn't that a girl's name? Well instead of letting that bother him, he gives his response.]

Dull? Oh madame, I am far from dull. I can show you what I'm capable of if you're willing to see it which encompasses more than mere flexibility.

[In other words, he'll show all of himself for her if he's able to.]

[ if she has to explain serah one more time...! but if he does feel insulted, hawke is satisfied. that's really all hawke wants, after all.

his words only get an amused chuckle out of hawke and she folds her arms over her chest, tilting her head slightly to size him up. this still wasn't what she was going for but hawke's not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, after all! ]

Prove it then. I mean if you are as skilled as you claim to be, I'm sure you can show some part of your prowess right here and now.

[ meanwhile, hawke is also thinking about food. she'd really like some french fries right now. ]

[The things he'll do to impress a woman, thankfully he has his sword and bow on his person. Although for what he's thinking about, he sets them both down for a brief moment. If Hawke inspects his weapon, she'll see a glowing sword in a decorative sheath along with a large bow that has a matching holster which attaches at the hip. While he wasn't about to jump her for sexual pleasure in some random area, he does decide to show off his abilities.]

All right then, allow me to demonstrate. I also need the exercise anyway, I haven't been training for some time now.

[After speaking, he positions a few near by trash cans all in a straight line and backs a few feet away from them. After getting a small running start, he punches one of the trash cans high up into the air with a really hard punch, then jumps up after it before one leg kicking the can so hard it goes flying across the street still high in the air. Once back on the ground, he performs something else using a wind spell which causes miniature tornadoes to send the other cans up into the air at the same height the other one was at. From there, he grabs his bow with lightning fast reflexes then shoots multiple holes into the trash cans before grabbing his sword and jumping up to slice each can in half as they fall to the ground. When he's back on the ground again, he turns back to Hawke with a smirk. He's hardly broken a sweat either from the looks of it.]

[ as angelo prepares himself to impress hawke, hawke just loses more and more interest. she rocks on her feet, lifts an arm above her head in a stretch before yawning into her hand. an eyebrow raises as she finishes and she tucks her hands into her pockets again to watch. his act is, admittedly, very impressive and she's glad to know she's talking to a fighter but --

but, it is rather showy, isn't it? she wonders how he'd fare against a dragon. perhaps it would just eat his cape. when he looks to her for response, she just smiles pleasantly back at him. is she about to say something nice...! no. ]

I've seen better.

[Considering he's fought against the Lord of Dragons, he'd know what to do against a dragon. Nevertheless, he's only a little bit disappointed she didn't enjoy his show.]

Oh have you now? From whom or what exactly?

[ don't worry, angelo. hawke just likes to be contrary for contrary's sake. ]

No one here, obviously. And myself, mostly. I'm one of the most impressive people I know.

[ no shame, no shame. ]

[A woman with an ego, he doesn't know whether to be turned on or disgusted. On the one hand, he likes it. On the other hand, he's the exact same way.]

I must say I admire your self-confidence, madame. There are only a few women where I'm from who share the same attitude as yours.

[ see, that disgust would only make hawke more arrogant in response. hawke really is a giant shithead. ]

Or perhaps you just don't listen to them enough? You might want to double check once you get home.

[Slowly but surely he's being reminded of a certain woman he knows by the name of Jessica. Especially with the remarks Hawke is making.]

I do in fact listen, it's part of my occupation where I'm from. Though most would only want to talk about how wonderful I am to them and not so much talking about themselves. I suppose that comes with being a bit of a prominent figure or a man who is one if not the most attractive in all the world. Not many men can duplicate my appearance if at all, so in that sense I'm rather exotic in the eyes of women where I'm from.

[He's not wrong either, there are no other men or women where he's from that have silver hair. Grey maybe, but not silver. He's kind of a rare breed of person in a world full of mostly people with normal hair colors.]

[ hawke just looks more and more bored as angelo talks and this time it isn't even on purpose. so, he's famous where he comes from. bit of an ego though if the fact that he's sharing so much about himself when she's said little in return is anything to go by.

maker, she doesn't even know his name. she lifts a hand to her forehead, amusement dropping rapidly. ]

There are not enough words in the King's tongue to describe how much I do not care for how special you are. Are you telling me this because I'm meant to also find you exotic? Is that it? You could just say so.

[Ouch. He was trying to seduce her with charms and instead causing her to become bored of him. This one wasn't easily impressed at all. He needed to turn up the seduction.]

How about we forget about me and go inside for those drinks? I'm honestly more interested in learning about you than hearing myself go on. And by the way, the name's Angelo.

[Hopefully if she takes the bait as he makes his way inside, he'll score some more money and possibly some booty.]

[ not so much! it doesn't help that hawke's preferences are more... aggressive than anything else. she flirts like she fights, all hard edges and blood. angelo's just really not her type.

she just... lifts an eyebrow at the bounceback. this guy is tenacious, huh? ]

Hawke. I'm not sure I'm quite interested in telling you about myself, serah. Have you never been rejected before?

[He's a show off and proud of it, so when women don't respond he kind of gets annoyed especially when they tell him to knock it off or they aren't interested. Although speaking honestly, he's never been rejected before except by two women and those were his companions.]

Of course not. What woman could reject the Goddess' gift to womankind? Absolutely none.

[There's a huge emphasis on those last words. Way to sound like an egotist, Angelo.]

[ hawke just covers her face with a hand and mumbles a sweet maker under her breath. oh my god, this is incredibly embarrassing.

then she drops the hand and with a sigh, well. ]

I suppose there's always a first time for everything. I'm not going to have sex with you, ser. I think it be best if we just part ways now and you can go find a robot to indulge yourself in. You do have your coupons from your arrival, yes?

[Welp. That ends it. It's clear this woman was much smarter than she looked and clearly he was getting absolutely nowhere. Oh well, he wanted his drink anyway.]

Suit yourself then, it's your loss. Also, I don't indulge myself in machines nor would I waste those "coupons" on such things. So I'll be getting my drink then enjoying the rest of my evening as should you. Good evening to you.

[He doesn't even seem pissed off at all, though internally he might be a bit miffed. He's just going now to get his drink inside now, later Hawke.]

[ that's usually what happens with people who underestimate hawke, really. you don't accidentally cause a civil war and release an old god from a magical prison while also saving the world a few times over if you're dumb. she just gives a snort at the your loss and watches him go before something occurs to her. aw, shoot.

cupping her hands over her mouth, she shouts back at him before he's out of range -- ]

If you're not going to use the coupons, send them to me!

[ a pause. ]

Hawke! Like the bird! With an E!

[ another pause. ]

On the CereVice!

[ there we go. hawke feels satisfied with that and without anything left to do, she turns and heads off to find something else to do. hah, goddess' gift to womankind. funny. ]

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