estoria | [ losing my edge ϟ open ]

Entry tags:

[ 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'! ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ leon, don't do this to yourself. she just gives him a pitying look, followed by a weary sigh and then --

and then doesn't move.

actually, she doesn't acknowledge him at all besides that. she just goes back to inspecting the muffin shelf. ]

[He's doing this to himself... it's happening.

Either way, he watches for for a long moment before he scoffs angrily and moves to walk past her--shoving past her, really, because he's a dick.]

Tch.

[ leon, you really shouldn't have done that! because since he's so focused on being a little brat, hawke takes the chance as he shoves her. she's just going to... subtly stick her foot out to trip him when he goes in for the shove and keep her eyes on the shelf the whole time.

whoa, anything that may happen after that is totally not her fault. eheheh. ]

[What happens next is really only to be expected. Leon was focused on being a little brat, and wasn't expecting Hawke to be a little brat in return, so he doesn't see it at all and trips right over that foot.

He's going down, I'm yelling timberrr--

Thankfully, he manages to catch himself on the nearest shelf before he faceplants.

Unfortunately, said shelf wasn't intended for the weight of an entire small punkling, it was intended for the weight of rolls. So he stops himself, and then the shelf snaps, and then he is hitting the ground, and then the rolls are all falling on top of him too.

A+]

[ hawke just. pauses and actually does turn to look at that magnificent display of dignity right there. it's like a slow motion car crash and her eyebrows raise as leon hits the ground and -- yeah, there goes the rolls.

you know what would be really good right now? a one-liner. and hawke's really good at one-liners. ]

Oh, you wanted the bread? You could have asked, I would've saved you the... trip.

[ and then hawke just gives the douchiest smile ever given in all of cerealia history. ]

[Are you fucking kidding him right now.

Leon can deal with a lot, despite his appearance and general demeanor (aka, temperamental). But he can't deal with Hawke insulting his age, his height and then all of this.

And the pun on top of that.

And the grin.

It's all too much.

He stands with as much dignity as he can manage considering the circumstances (bread tumbles to the ground around him), and he draws his sword, pointing it at Hawk (though it's pretty obvious it's more for emphasis than to actually attack anyone).]

You intolerable buffoon! I should make you pay for that!

[But he won't because........... hawke is bigger than him.................okay no it's because she holds herself like a warrior and getting into it in the grocery store would be stupid.

Also his sword that Hawke can't hear is yelling at him not to.]

[ well. it's not hawke's fault you're an easy target then, leon! stop being such a pansy.

when he gets back up (hawke has the decency to not point out the falling bread) and draws his sword, she just gives him a rather placid look. she doesn't have her sword because of course she doesn't but she can probably win in a fight against leon. she debates the pros and cons of picking one as he shouts at her, lifting a hand to stifle a yawn. ]

I suppose you could. Would you like to? I haven't been in a fight since -- ah, wait. Wait, no, I was in one last night. Still, you'll have to toss the sword if this will be fair in any way.

[Hawke you would beat his ass--and he knows it. He's a prodigy.......with his sword. Without it he's a fragile little willowy bishounen brooding teen.

Yeah, Hawke would kick his butt.

And he scowls.]

I won't.

[There's the added dimension that Chal is his...friend......... so no swords are getting tossed right now. Instead, he huffs, flicking his hair from his face and turning away.]

You aren't worth my time anyway.

[ but leon!! you can't bait hawke into a fight and then attempt to leave it. that's just unacceptable which means hawke's going to be the bigger person here about it.

and by bigger person, physically bigger. she's bigger than you and will beat you up, leon. she lets out a bark of a laugh as he turns away, shaking her head as the laugh continues. ]

Maker, the boy's a coward! All bark and no bite, what a waste of space. I do hope you find something as equally cowardly as yourself to fill your time with, serah!

[Yeah, Leon is learning firsthand what baiting Hawke does. Though in this case it's more like Hawke baiting Leon and Leon falling for it hook, line and sinker. She calls him a coward, on top of everything else, and he doesn't actually hesitate--he launches himself at her with a punch aimed at the jaw.

He's actually very, very fast (which is about all he has in his favor), especially since he's no longer hesitating at all. And he does hit pretty hard for a willowy pretty teen.

He'll just be in trouble when she hits back.]

[ hawke knows when to take a punch and knows when taking a punch will give her the advantage. the punch leon throws is one of those. she lets it hit, feels the bloom of pain through the side of her face and is actually slightly impressed by his speed.

slightly because it's obvious that's all he has. the punch brings him too close to hawke, who hasn't moved an inch since he lunged for her and she grabs him by the front of his clothes. she can't help the laugh she lets out as she bodily flings him into the shelf of food next to them. you're much too light, leon!

she lifts a hand after to touch the spot he punched, frowning at the sting of pain and just stands there. she's not going to lunge, she's not going to do anything like that, instead she'll wait till he comes to her. ]

Have you ever been in a real fight? Fist to nose, knee to groin, spit to eye. That kind of thing. You obviously have training but I'm curious about your experience.

[ aka how hard does she need to beat you down, kid ]

[He's not able to do anything to avoid the grab, naturally; she flings him into the shelf and he hits it hard with a quiet "oof", but he's used to battles enough that he lands neatly on his feet, watching Hawke warily, expression still furious. He's not going to lunge at her again, not immediately, but--

He's ready still, tense and wary and prepared to brawl.]

Don't patronize me.

[Each word is bitten out shortly; he still feels like his breath's been knocked out of him, but he'll be damned if he shows it.]

My name is Leon Magnus, knight of Seinegald, and I will not have you underestimating me.

[Yeah, he's a kid, and a punk, and fistfights are not his forte, but he is a trained soldier, and he can't stand the thought that she's looking down on him despite this, the only thing that he's really been able to earn for himself by clawing his way there, tooth and nail.]

[ when hawke responds, her voice is easy and light -- not even the slightest bit winded. she's not really putting much effort into this, is she? but she can't help but ask, with the tone of someone completely innocent. ]

Was I patronizing you? I couldn't tell.

[ and a huff of laughter after. she's still not going to go after him, she's still waiting for him to move first and it's easy to see why she's doing it. if he moves first, she knows how he moves but he doesn't know how she moves. all she'll do is react and that's not much of a fight at all.

she assumes he'll notice this too. the thought makes her smile. ]

And I'm Hawke. Sorry to say but I don't have any fancy titles to share. Are you fond of fancy titles? I always thought they were kind of trite but everyone has different tastes.

[Leon isn't attacking again for the same reason that Hawke isn't attacking. Despite his general appearance, he's actually a very experienced soldier. He knows better than to attack someone who could clock him on the counter, especially now that he's not quite as furious.

He's still pissed.

He's just a bit more sensible about it now.

Hmph.]

No. I don't care either way--but I am capable, and I'm not interested in your condescension.

[ if he's not going to keep it going, hawke's going to figure out another way to hurt him. she'll wait to see what he does first but she's already got a plan in mind.

oh, this'll be fun. ]

But I'm interested if giving you my condescension. It would be very rude to deprive a lady her right to mock you.

[...Really. Really.

Leon stares at her for a long moment, as if trying to process that ("her right to mock him"? As if.) and then he scoffs shortly under his breath and turns sharply on his heel to walk away.

This is a waste of his time!!!

(Also, he doesn't know what to say to that.)]

[ hawke can't help the soft chuckle as he laughs but she sobers up pretty quickly because her plan!!

her plan which is to break this kid's nose.

she'll let him walk a few paces before jogging after him, sounding totally concerned and not at all suspicious. ]

Wait, wait -- you can't leave like that!

[ and then look... you're actually making her be competent. which means she grabs leon's cape with a sharp jerk before jumping over his head with the cape in hand. when she lands in front of him, she does skid a little because sneakers but she's pulled the cape over his face and --

draws back her hand

curls it into a fist

sends it right into his cape covered face with her full strength

and then she lets go of the cape. ]

Don't you nose better than to leave a woman hanging?

[ ahahaha she's so funny. but right now she's going to dash before he gets that cape off his face because she's a dirty cheat and wants to leave this as the mic drop it is. ]

[Things Leon was not prepared for: this lady turning out to be a total psychopath. Your loss, Leon.

The cape covers his face and he's not able to respond quite quickly enough--he does draw his sword immediately, but he can't...see... and Chaltier's too busy panicking to be of any major help to him.

So yeah, she punches him in the face.

He doesn't even process the pun in the face (ha) of that blinding pain, staggering back instead; somehow he keeps his grasp on his weapon, but otherwise his other hand is immediately coming up to uncover his face, since now his nose is bleeding everywhere. He staggers a bit, before leaning against the wall--Hawke is gone, but this is more important anyway.

It's the work of a moment for him to lift Chaltier and cast Heal on himself, which mends his nose right up, though there's still blood all over his face, cloak and tunic. Thanks, Hawke.

Thanks.

Leon's going to be pissed the rest of the day now, but what else is new.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ losing my edge ϟ open ]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject