[ 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

[kirkwalled]

[ that's what a mabari will do to ya, but garrett is very happy for the pile of yang he has now! he's just going to sit on her stomach, yeah. what a good dog he is.

at her question, he barks and wags his stubby little tail so that's probably a "yes". he has been a very good boy! look at him, keeping watch over his owner and being as excellent of a dog as he is.

somewhere, hawke still snores through all of this. ]

[flaredo]

And where's your mommy? Hawke didn't just leave you here, did she?

[ Nah, that can't be right. Hawke loves her dog more than she loves most people, as well she should.

Yes, she is holding this conversation from underneath a Mabari. ]

[kirkwalled]

[ it doesn't help that most people aren't as great as her dog is what hawke would say. if she were awake.

but she's not and instead there's garrett. garrett who is rather impressed that yang isn't trying to crawl away or dying or dead or any other miscellaneous reaction he usually gets when he lunges at people. in thanks, he gives her a lick right up the side of her face and then turns his head towards hawke. then, he gives a really loud bark.

like, really loud.

it's enough to jolt hawke awake with a shout and she's so startled that with a flail, she falls off the pew and right onto her face with a groan. ]

Oh... ow, my nose wasn't very fond of that.

[ and then garrett barks again, more quietly and smiles down at yang. well, smiles as much as a dog can smile. ]

[flaredo]

[ Only from dogs will Yang allow this much drool to be coated on her face, but hey. She is neither dead nor dying nor terrified of her current predicament, and is instead reaching up to reward his dutiful doggy behavior with a good scratch behind the ears. ]

Morning, Hawke!!

[ Also that. ]

[kirkwalled]

[ garrett loves you, yang. seriously, he's just going boneless for her scratches and giving a big friendly woof to hawke as he gets scratched. she just looks bleary eyed at them, hair sticking up in tuffs, before she pushes up from the ground and runs her fingers through it. ]

I can't say I wouldn't mind seeing you first thing in the morning, Yang, but this is definitely not the context I expected.

[ hawke's not awake enough to filter her lewdness right. sorry, yang. she covers her mouth with a yawn after pulling the hand out of her hair and after, gives a roll of her shoulders in a stretch. ]

Are you enjoying my dog? I take it he hasn't drooled on you too much yet.

[flaredo]

I haven't drowned yet, so we're doing great.

[ She sure is brushing off lewd commentary super easily, yes. ]

And how are you? Sleeping on a bench can't be all that comfy...

[kirkwalled]

[ you're a bro, yang. hawke will notice that later and appreciate it. for now, she moves on just as easily and looks back to the bench at yang's question. it probably isn't very comfortable, no. ]

I've had much worse, I assure you. But it did the job so I'm satisfied enough.

[ back to yang, she looks curious. garrett moves to lay down on yang, head plopped onto her stomach with a content whuff. ]

I'm fine though, just getting along. And you? How are you and your sister?

[flaredo]

Ruby was pretty sick for awhile, but she's finally starting to kick it. [ As expected of her sister. And yes, she is still going to lie down right here and pet the dog on top of her, this is fine. ]

And you know me, I'm always great!

[kirkwalled]

Oh. Does she need like... soup?

[ hawke could... make soup?? could she make soup? hawke honestly can't tell if she can make soup. she looks a little awkward then, but she moves a little to sit down at the edge of the pew, closer to yang and garrett. ]

You're an unerringly positive individual, Yang. If I was anyone else, I'd probably be suspicious of it.

[ which, she probably is but hawke likes being facetious more than anything else, so. ]

[flaredo]

I think she's over soup, but she's also over the worst of it, so she'd probably love you more if you bought her ice cream.

[ Yeah, she knows how the little sister works. But Yang grins crookedly and flaps a hand. ]

You can be suspicious if you want! I mean, being mysteriously positive could be fun too.

[kirkwalled]

Ice cream, got it. Any particular kind or should I just shoot straight for the chocolate?

[ and... yang does have a point. hawke seems to consider this. ]

Can someone be mysteriously positive? I suppose if you had the right tragic backstory, it would work just fine! Having to me positive in spite of, I don't know, being an orphan or something. It could work!

[flaredo]

Right? Except my backstory isn't all that tragic...

... But yeah. Chocolate, all the way.

[kirkwalled]

I suppose neither is mine, huh. We can just be positively positive then.

[ yes it is, hawke?? don't be a liar.

but she gives yang a salute and grins. ]

One extra chocolatey chocolate ice cream coming right up. [ and garrett barks then, as if in agreement. ] Not for you, dog. The last time you ate chocolate, you vomited all over my armor.

[flaredo]

You know, I wonder if they've got doggy ice cream out there somewhere.

[ So, you know. They don't barf all over the gear. ]

[kirkwalled]

[ well. that's a curious question for hawke too. she pauses, opening her mouth for a moment before closing it.

hm. ]

I... haven't encountered any before. Do you think it's so different from human ice cream?

[flaredo]

It probably won't have chocolate in it? Might taste a little funky to us... or have like dog biscuit sprinkles.

[kirkwalled]

Wouldn't that just be... shortbread? Or, huh, I suppose not.

[ they're both standing here and thinking about dog ice cream. of course they are. after a moment, hawke groans and scrubs a hand through her hair. ]

I don't think I'm awake enough yet to consider this. Will you join me while I find some tea, Yang? Or are you quite busy today?

[flaredo]

Not busy enough to pass up a tea date!

[ Hawke is great company; never will Yang mind hanging out with her. ]

[kirkwalled]

Excellent. It shouldn't be too hard to find some boiled leaf water somewhere in this city, right?

[ she's still not quite used to coffee yet but tea, tea is good. she smooths out the front of her sweater a little before giving a whistle so garrett finally... gets off yang and stands to follow them. ]

Come on then.

[flaredo]

Coming! [ Brightly, as she scrambles to her feet. Tea's not as good as hot chocolate, but hey. She'll take it. ]

[kirkwalled]

[ that's too much hot cocoa for one open log, yang. but maybe...!

either way, off they go out the church and walking to... whatever is closest to them and providing tasty drinks. they're in the residential district though, so that's a bit harder to find. ]

Do you go to the academy, Yang? You're about that age, right?

[flaredo]

I'm seventeen. But my school back home was a little different, so I don't bother going to the one here.

[ Vacation!! ]

[kirkwalled]

[ huh. ]

Actually, I think Ruby mentioned that to me at one point. Something about... weapons?

[flaredo]

Yep, that's it. We go to Beacon, which is a Combat Academy, where they basically train you how to fight monsters.

[kirkwalled]

You know, people say that a lot and I always think -- but how many monsters can there be? There has to be a limit on monsters? And what kind of monsters? Monster is quite the blanket term. For instance, I could call my mother a monster but does that make her one? I believe so.

[ somewhere leandra hawke knows her child is sinning ]