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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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she opens her mouth to say something before stopping, considering it and instead asking softly -- ]
What happened to you before you arrived here?
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I died.
[ SORRY, HAWKE. ]
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she thinks of carver and bethany and the way bethany still sometimes kept looking up to see her twin standing right there and the disappointment when he wasn't. she thinks then of hiro and wonders just how much he knows. probably more than they both let on, huh? ]
I'm sorry, Tadashi.
[ and then she hesitates for a moment before reaching out to pull him into a hug. ]
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this was definitely unexpected, especially from hawke. he never really imagined hawke was the touchy or emotional type. which she probably still isn't, but this must have really been a shocker.
he returns the hug, albeit very slowly, and even pats hawke on the back to signal that everything's okay. ]
It's fine. I'm- I'm getting by here, so it's fine.
[ cerealia is all he has. ]
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when she pulls away, she gives him a lopsided grin and crosses her arms over her chest, eyes flicking over his face to take tadashi in a new light. damnit, tadashi. you're not supposed to be dead. ]
Getting by? You don't even know -- [ how long he'll stay here, she wants to say but she doesn't want to get emo about it. so she just sighs and tries to make a joke. ]
You're only, what, twenty? I should teach you how to live, Tadashi. Make up for your limited time here. We can get you terribly drunk and maybe lay with a robot!
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Ha- Hawke!
[ oh my god??? he practically sputters and stops in his tracks. good lord. ]
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What? What's bothering you? Is it the robot thing?
[ her eyes go a little wide then. RUINING THIS MOMENT SO HARD. ]
You can't tell me you've never bedded a robot? You make the damn things, Tadashi!
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I'd rather do it with a human.
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Well, obviously. We'd all rather "do it" [ finger quotes and everything ] with a human. But I've found the machines in the pleasure district to be sufficient.
[ a beat and then she lowers her voice, almost sheepish if this wasn't hawke just being terrible -- ]
I know it's hard to believe but even I have trouble picking up someone with flesh. But I promise you, they're suitable for your needs.
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[ dear god. he's never even considered having sex here in cerealia because that would mean showing somebody all his scars. . . nOT THAT HE'S EVER EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT SEX AT ALL. ]
Think about it.
[ a short pause. ]
Thanks for the advice. Helpful.
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I thought so. So, muffins?
[ let's get pastries, dead boy. ]
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Right. The muffins. No detours to the Pleasure District, alright?
[ YOU KNOW. just in case hawke can be sneaky. ]
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I would never. ... Unless of course you wanted to.
[ casually winks at tadashi?? okay yeah. off they go to some sort of bakery! ]
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but at least they reach a small bakery a few minutes later. that's what matters. ]
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and since the bakery was actually the goal of this entire thing, hawke does look delighted as they get there. when they step inside, she takes a whiff of the air and lets out a pleased sigh. ]
I have... actually very little clue what to get or what's good, so I'll need your recommendations. But. It does smell nice in here, no?
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Don't blame me if you don't end up liking some of these.
[ he puts a couple of chicken floss bread, and some croissants on the tray. and lastly? some blueberry muffins. and he hands the ray to hawke. ]
Try these out. My personal favourites.
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she'll take the tray after and look suitably impressed. she'll head to the counter to pay for it (and not even get him to do it! she's being so nice!) but as she goes, she does ask -- ]
What's this twisty flaky thing here? [ the croissant. ] Bread?
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Yeah. It's shaped like that because "croissant" means "crescent" in French. [ trivia!! ] There's cheese inside the bread, too.
[ welcome to the future!! though it's probably made from alien mik... still good, probably?! ]
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French. Another language, right.
[ she learns all sorts of things from tadashi, gosh. but oh. hawke definitely brightens at that. ]
Cheese! In the bread!
[ IT'S THE LITTLE THINGS. she's going to sit at a table now with the tray, picking up one of those croissants and breaking it in half. oh my god, there's really cheese in there. ]
... Will this place ever cease to amaze me? When it comes to food, that is. The food is really amazing.
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What's your favourite food, anyway?
[ maybe he can teach her a thing or two about it and its improvements, if there's any. ]
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she takes a bite of the cheesy deliciousness and raises an eyebrow at tadashi's question, chewing thoughtfully as she considers. ]
Back home, in Ferelden -- not where I live now, much further away -- but back home, we had a farm. My father and I, we did most of the work together, and while neither of my parents were much cooks -- my mother grew up with servants, my father was... somewhere else. Sometimes the winters would be a bit rougher, we wouldn't be able to get much together for food, live on potatoes for weeks on end. Anyway, my father had the greatest way of making something from nothing. Used a lot of spices he would trade for instead of money, that kind of thing, and he had a knack for making the very best stew I've ever had. Chicken, beef, pork, whatever was available for meats. Never shared his recipe though, and I haven't been able to recreate it since -- though I've come close. Still, never again. That would definitely be my favorite food.
[ she just wags her croissant at tadashi, feeling satisfied with that and takes a bite. through her muffled mouth then there's a: ]
And you?
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I like spicy chicken wings.
[ a pause, and he rests his cheek on his palm, which is on the table. ]
I asked because if you've never tried, you can actually put soup inside bread and eat it from there. You might like something like that.
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No story behind it? Pfft.
[ ... though, now she's craving spicy chicken wings herself. damnit, tadashi. she rips off another piece of bread and considers his suggestion, eyebrows raising as she tries to picture it. when she swallows, all she can ask is -- ]
Soup? Are you serious? ... What kind?
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Hm, nope. Hiro and I grew up with our aunt who always made those chicken wings, so we grew up loving the hell out of it.
[ then he smiles, feeling rather nostalgic. he misses his aunt cass a lot, and he feels really bad for leaving her behind. she and hiro were his only family, after all.
as for her next question- ]
Any kind of soup. Even the stew that you like can be put in there.