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[ 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'! ]

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[Hiro "actually a tiny jackass" Hamada, ladies and gentlemen.]

So you're like a dragon-slaying Robin Hood. [Not that he expects Hawke to get that reference, but whatever.] That probably helps fight the boredom…I didn't know people actually did that. It's kinda cool.

[Admirable, even.] Most people I've met only do one or two things around here. Guess that means you'll be able to do your own repairs on your dragon when it's finished.

[ don't worry, hiro. hawke will cool big sister at you until you unbrat. she's really good at it. ]

I do hope that's a compliment, otherwise I'll be terribly sad.

[ hawke, you're such a shithead. but she just lifts a shoulder in reply because well, she does it. ]

I'd rather let everyone else fight the bigger evil and take care of the smaller ones. No one deserves to fall through the cracks.

[ but that's actually way more sincere than hawke would like so she just clears her throat awkwardly and goes back to the dragon bit. ]

Oh no, no. Probably not. I'm barely used to indoor plumbing, don't make me have to deal with a mechanical dragon too.

[It'll be just like having another Go Go around but more medieval-y and less biker chick.]

He was considered a hero among the little guy so it's some kind of compliment. I didn't think you'd be the type to even care about compliments anyway. [Hawke sort of struck him as the type to just be like "#yolo" about everything.] It's exactly the same thing. Nobody's really looking out for the smaller things and those are the ones that're gonna make or break things.

[Speaking from experience thank you very much.] ...do you at least know how to work a microwave?

[ exactly! though go go fighting a dragon is something hawke would pay to see. like, 100% she would fund it with her own money, even! ]

I do enjoy a good one now and then. They make me feel all warm and whole inside.

[ but she says it in such a way that it's really hard to take seriously?? are you... really that flattered, hawke?

but she nods at his agreement. she's glad that he can see where she's coming from and not... press her to keep being more sincere. hawke is the type to brag about the triumphs, about starting a fight against ten other men and winning, but quietly dismissing her other acts, like helping a lost child find their mother. those aren't things that should be reveled in hawke's opinion. those are things that should just be done.

so, she's happy to talk about something else. ]

A microwave? A... micro -- oh! Yes, the little warmy box. Yes, I've learned how to use them since arriving here. Odd inventions, those. They don't actually cook anything yet help you eat things already cooked. Seems like a bit of a paradox.

[Let's be real, Go Go fighting a dragon is something they'd all pay to see. Maybe someday. But that would require Go Go being in Cerealia and he has little hope for that. He smirks in response to Hawke's remark, not at all surprised at the way she's playing it off. He doesn't exactly have her pegged, possibly misreading it as arrogance instead of possible embarrassment over the niceties. If he knew, it'd just boost his opinion of her but as it stands he finds her to be interesting anyway.

But sure. Off they go onto the next subject and he almost chokes on his laughter.] They're not that weird. And they cook some things. Haven't you nuked something that's frozen yet? What would you call that?

[ one day, go go will come to cerealia and pop bubblegum all in your face, hiro. one day!

they're off to a good foot, at least. after all, hawke's always been more interested in letting people read her a different way than giving them the real her. it's why she lets varric tell stories of her heroics at the hanged man, it doesn't matter if they're true or not -- as long as they build a legend. ]

They're a little bit weird, you have to admit.

[ but uh. ]

I haven't "nuked" anything. If something's frozen, I usually just let it melt. You mean the microwave melts it faster?

[That would be weirdly welcoming. But until that day, he's just going to continue poking and prodding at Hawke.]

I'm from a world where it's more uncommon not to have a microwave than to have one. It's not weird. Plus they have good parts to them. [He tilts his head.] But yes, the microwave melts it faster. I mean I can explain it to you if you really wanna know.

[ eh, hawke's not complaining about it.

still, at the insistence that it isn't weird, hawke just raises an eyebrow. ]

You're getting a little defensive over a machine, Hiro. But alright, I understand.

[ and then she pauses. does she want to know? actually, yes. ]

I'd love to hear. It's better to know why these things work the way they do instead of just accept it, I think.

That's because machines are better than most people. [Grumbling under his breath. Maybe that's not entirely true now, but he does believe it still on some level.]

...man, if you're really sure...[And he launches into a long-winded explanation about how microwaves work. Hopefully Hawke's paying attention, and even after that he's talking about how he can dismantle one and use the parts for other projects.] That make sense?

Well, most people are terrible but you're certainly fine stuff so I'd take you over a machine any day, Hiro.

[ just casually said as hawke is wont to do. she even shrugs afterwards, rocking on her feet with a lazy casualness as she listens to his explanations on microwaves.

a lot of it involves things she's not familiar with but hawke's clever, she translates it to her own world view as best as she can and nods along. the more she learns about how these things work, the better she understands cerealia. this is just another piece of the puzzle for hawke. ]

Nothing like this is ever going to make complete sense to me, but I've got a simple understanding now. Maybe when I get my hands on a microwave again, I'll take it apart and see. Might as well, right? Thank you for the explanation, serah.

[Hawke you can't just say stuff like that! It's enough for Hiro to suddenly look dumbstruck as he struggles for something to say.] Um. Thank...you? I guess?

[Ahem. Anyway!!! The explanation was enough to deflect that and he's pretty pleased with the fact that Hawke seems to pick up on it as best as she can. All hope is not lost.] If you're gonna take it apart, just be careful it doesn't explode. Not that I know from experience or anything. [Heh.] Not a bad idea thought and if you can't put it back together, we can. But what's a serah?

[ SHE SURE CAN it's kind of her. Thing. marian hawke, the friendship protag. she just likes making friends, okay. ]

I promise not to explode myself, Hiro. I think that would be... the opposite of what I want, actually.

[ but oh. see, he asks so nicely that she doesn't even try and dismiss him. she'll actually explain! ]

Serah, messere, ser. They're titles of address where I come from, mostly used in the Free Marches. You call someone of higher standing than you messere -- for instance, Mosley. If I respected Mosley enough, I would call him Messere Mosley, but I do not respect the man at all so I don't. You are my equal in standing so I call you serah. Ser is also a title, sort of like... Ser Hiro or Ser Hamada. If I was writing a letter to you, I might use it in place of serah.

Probably. Can't say I know many people who actively want to explode.

[...let's not talk about people exploding :') Though the rest of that explanation makes enough sense. It sounds fancier and cooler than it probably is...but it's nice to know that he's an equal in this sense.] I think serah sounds a lot cooler now that you explain it like that. The titles we give people aren't really that impressive. [He can't help the small smirk regarding her statement about Mosley though.] Most people don't really respect him, do they?

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