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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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[well, he was just going to say that it's not that easy, and that they have to work hard to stop those things. because you know. Protagonist Speeches and all that nonsense. but he gets just a little surprised by the way she crushes the can of tea so suddenly.
his eyes widen, and he lets out... well, it's a laugh, but the kind of laugh that comes with an awkward situation.]
Eeeeh—it's okay. I can just go get another one. [he ruffles his hair a little, and.
so quickly, his tune changes because honestly? he's impressed.] You're pretty strong, huh?
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this veered a little off course but she's good at patting herself on the back! ]
Some say that. Or perhaps that can was just weak? I couldn't say.
[ ah wait. ]
... You're not looking for a fight, are you?
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[not like, a truly aggressive one, at least. he's not looking to make enemies here, if it's something like that.]
But there's always something to learn from someone who's strong, right? [he learned a lot from leon, after all... and stahn admires his strength and skill a lot. but there are so many people with so many talents and strengths, being able to see and experience more of that is a big deal to him.
he still has a world to save and all when they get out of here.]
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I do like to consider myself strong. A bit of an odd way to set up a fight but if you're looking for one, I'd be happy to oblige. I haven't done any training yet today and I do enjoy making bigger men weep.
[ that... is not how you end an offer like that, hawke. stahn, you approach with noble goals but hawke, she really really doesn't. ]
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Mm, I want to see for myself! [he's dealt with a lot of cheap boss fights recently anyway. it's hard to get much worse than someone with a high defense shield and the ability to summon endless laser-shooting robots. awful.] I don't really know how odd it is, but I like to see how other strong people fight.
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but... god this guy is eager. she almost feels kind of bad. almost. she's still going to fight dirty because it's still hawke and she's the worst. ]
Then, you have your wish, ser. We can just go to the gym if you're so terribly eager about it. I really have little else to do today.
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[he can deal with the dirty fighting, probably. sure, dymlos will bitch and moan about it and probably get way angrier but... well, she won't be able to hear it so it's not like it's all that much of an issue.]
Uh, haha... aside from finishing this shopping, I guess. [leon will probably hunt him down and kill him if he just stops now, since he's probably in the worst mood ever. th...anks... hawke....]
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but hawke looks up with a thoughtful "huh" as if she just realized she was... food shopping... right, okay. they probably shouldn't just drop everything and get into a fist fight right now, some people actually have stuff to do!
so she nods and prompts an alternative. ]
You can send me a message on the CereVice when you're ready. Name's Hawke, like the bird but with an e. We can just meet there later when you're ready, if that's fine with you.
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[he's so ready, and so pumped. which is why he almost leaves without introducing himself properly. but he catches himself, so before he goes, he'll make that important addition.]
I'm Stahn, by the way. Stahn Aileron!