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estoria2015-12-22 09:03 pm
kirkwalled) wrote in estoria2015-12-22 09:03 pm
[ 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'! ]
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
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
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)
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
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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.]
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.)]
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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. ]
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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.]