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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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[ 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). ]

[ shinpachi does have glorious biceps... souji would totally have bicep envy if he was the type. or maybe he is that type ]

Despite the fact that I'm a total stranger? That's kind of you.

[ 'kind' is probably not the word a normal person would use here. which only means that Souji's amused at Hawke inviting random strangers to have fun with her and also the fact that she doesn't seem to particularly care about the stranger part?? souji's thought process: 'hawke looks entertaining and i'm having a shitty night, so if this ends up in the sort of situation where our lives are threatened then it'd be worth it.'

But claiming that you're skilled only raises my expectations, you know. [ challenge accepted tho. show him how marian hawke champion of kirkwall courts excitement!!! ]

[ maybe you are that type, souji. there's nothing wrong with being that type. ]

Isn't a stranger just someone who hasn't stabbed you yet? Or... you haven't met yet. I may be mixing my idioms.

[ hawke, you are way too many drinks in the wind but she's having herself a good time, at least! either way, she brightens at what she sees as his acceptance and with an easy way about her, she hooks her arm around souji's to start leading them down the street. sorry about being all up in your space suddenly, bro!! ]

Let's go find a drink and then I can meet all the expectations you'd like. And f there's a particular type of excitement you're requesting, I'll even help you find it!

[ yeah, she's really out to amuse herself tonight. ]

[ hawke pls... you must be at least level 10 to link arms with Souji and that's on an otome scale too. Still, after some initial surprise on Souji's part, he lets Hawke drag him down the street for a moment longer than he'd let anyone else. ugh he won't immediately start a-stabbing this time only because he thinks Hawke is half-drunk!!! ]

I don't know, you seem pretty drunk already. [ souji says teasingly, but there's an underlying warning in his tone as he extricates himself from Hawke's grip. nothing personal, souji's just not the buddy sort (yet) ] But if you really want another drink, then I won't stop you. Just don't expect me to carry you if you pass out.

[ sorry, your chizuru is another castle.

but!! that was really smooth of you, souji! and interesting enough to hawke make note of. she doesn't give the slip much mind other than a raised brow and instead tucks her hands into her jeans. she lets her step go a bit slower and loose because while her tolerance is pretty high, now she's thinking there's something about souji that makes her want him to think she's pretty drunk. after all, it's always better to be underestimated. ]

Rather ungentlemanly of you to not offer to carry a lady back to her home, but I suppose I'll take what I can get. I promise to not pass out on you anytime within this night, Ser... ah. What is your name?

[ He looks amused, because that's like his permanent facial expression, but also because 'lady'... Souji can at least tell that she's not actually trying to pass herself off as one, unlike some evil demon cross-dressers he's been unfortunate enough to encounter. ]

Shouldn't you introduce yourself first before asking? [ a gentleman would have said his name first, but it's a good thing they've both moved past that. ] Or is that something ladies don't do where you're from?

[ personally, hawke would prefer to pass herself off as a dragon. that's not happening though, so she'll take lady for now. still, his response gets her to laugh and she grins cheerily at him. ]

Technically, you're supposed to be taking the lead here but I've learned that men very rarely do. Nevertheless, my name is Hawke and the answer to your other question is, it depends on which lady you ask. Is that suitable enough for you?

[ Who knows, Hawke?! Souji might have believed that dragon lie! Aka humor her by asking her a bunch of dragon questions and then ask if he can fight her, because fighting dragons should be fun... ]

Good enough. [ She may look drunk, but she's got her wits about her. Enough to make this conversation fairly entertaining for Souji. ]

Hawke — I'll just call you Hawke then. That's fine with you, right? [ she doesn't look Japanese, and Souji's not as much as a stickler for formality that he's going to use it in this case. ] I'm Okita Souji.

[ oh, don't worry, souji! hawke would fight you even if she wasn't a dragon. she will fight everyone, it's cool.

and don't underestimate her just because she's drunk, souji! to survive in kirkwall, you usually have to be a little drunk all the time. ]

I wouldn't give you my name if it wasn't fine, ser. [ i mean, it's not like anyone in cerealia knows her first name. she's literally just listed on the cerevice as "hawke" ] Okita Souji. Which one's your first name?

[ she's cottoned on to the whole japanese naming order thing at this point. ]

[ Look, he's seen more than his fair share of drunks while policing the streets of Kyoto! He just kind of groups them all under a 'probably-incompetent-and-easy-to-take-care-of' bubble that Hawke will undoubtedly burst in the near future. ]

Souji. [ He should probably add a disclaimer like 'Souji the Third' after that, but the alternate Okitas are pretty far from his mind at the moment. ] Either's fine.

[ to call him by, as long as Hawke doesn't add chan to that... or something equally demeaning... Normally, he'd be like 'Okita', but he can't really bring himself to care. Maybe it's because he's antsy. Maybe it's because he doesn't think his name would mean much to Hawke, who might forget it once the night's up?! Maybe it's because he's already fallen in step besides her and interested in whatever the night offers, rather than trying to fight her over something dumb like names... Either way, he crosses his arms and looks around, observing the general shadiness of whatever neighborhood they've been walking around in. ]

This place always looks the same. [ Even after killer ghosts were rampaging around trying to off people... wow ]

[ she is quite fond of bursting bubbles, true. ]

Souji. I'll take due to remember that, ser.

[ and she might! she might not. what really matters is in this moment, she genuinely means it and even shoots him a charming smile in response. what a good protag.

but hawke looks towards where they're walking through too and gives a slight hum. he has a point, she hadn't really noticed. ]

It does, doesn't it? I suppose that's part of the trick. Nothing changes so CERES can always pretend everything's fine. Of course, we know better than that but then it's just that much harder to prove.

[ As long as Hawke doesn't lose her memory and call Souji Soup like Hijikata then it's all good... ]

Huh. For all their talk about destroyed worlds, they sure are easygoing.

[ His tone is a little too bitter to be detached, as much as he'd like to pretend that he is. ]

Did anything change when the last people in charge were killed? Or was that just as irrelevant?

[ what's so wrong with the name soup though ]

Ah... I came right before the change of hands, so I can't be sure. I had a mind to question Vincere with his involvement in this whole place and then suddenly he was dead. Or, not dead as it were but the point still stands. Recreare waved it off as a casual day, though I'm not quite the most reliable source on what one should count as a casual day so take that with a grain of salt.

[ she just shrugs, waving a hand dismissively before turning a corner. oh, there's a bar here! looks more like a dive than one of the clubs they've passed but hey, a good drink is a good drink. ]

[ because hijikata ruined the name for him tbh ]

Sounds casual enough to me. [ He says, the verbal equivalent of a shrug right there. Death and murder? Just another Tuesday!! But he hadn’t known the names of either CEO, so that tidbit was helpful. He looks at the bar as it gets nearer then looks at Hawke with a raised brow. ]

Is that where we’re going? [ Even though it looks like a dive, it also looks way quieter than the clubs, so Souji’s not particularly against it. He just has to ask you know just in case. ]

[ you gotta reclaim it, souji. reclaim the word soup for your own. ]

Of course. You think I want to deal with more blaring, vibrate-y music tonight? Maker, no.

[ but she'll slip inside the bar then and gesture for souji to follow her to a booth. ]

We can sit and have a drink and you can tell me more about who Okita Souji is. Have you been in Cerealia terribly long?

[ will throwing soup into hijikata's face work ]

[ Souji follows because even if this might be a great death trap and Hawke ends up stabbing him in a shady corner it'll still be more exciting than Souji angsting somewhere all by his lonesome. ]

Long enough to be sick of this place. [ He casually looks around. Most of the other occupants seem bent on ignoring them, but they all look shady as fuck. Maybe Hawke and Souji will get to murderbrawl later... But for now, he drops in the seat across from her. ]

But just talking about myself is boring. [ Never mind that Hawke only asked like one question so far. ] What do you do here? Besides going to bars and drinking.

[ He's only just met her, but Hawke seems like a fighter -- and more fighters are always good to know. ]

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