MARIAN ❝ walking narrative disaster ❞ HAWKE (
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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'! ]
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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[ there's got to be some bad traditions, or ones that she doesn't particularly agree with.
when hawke sets her basket aside, so does tadashi. he just wanted to buy some bread and milk, anyway. he can do that another time. he leads hawke out into the streets, on the way to the bakery. ]
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well, she's a bit due, she supposes. ]
Okay, alright. So, this is... April, right? That's what you call it? The fourth month. At home, we call it Cloudreach or Eluviesta, if you want to use the original Tevinter name for it. Like, for instance, today is April 26th and the... year, you call it 2014? I think I heard that somewhere, though it doesn't really matter, I'll use it as an example.
[ as she speaks, she is definitely gesturing with her hands. trying to break this all down and translate it is actually kind of complicated and it shows on hawke's face as she hopes she's getting it right. dang, the culture shock here. ]
Then we have April 26th, 2014. That's how you put it here. For us, it would be... 9:14 Dragon, though that's weird because back home it's currently 9:31 Dragon. It would be the 26th day of Cloudreach in the year 9:31 Dragon. This is the ninth age, the Dragon Age, and the 31st year of the Dragon Age. Ages last 100 years, for the record.
[ and then a sigh and she presses a hand to her forehead. ]
Oh, Maker. I don't know why I'm explaining the calendar to you, but I need to so I can tell you about the holidays.
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It's fine, don't worry about it. It is a bit complicated, but nothing that I can't handle.
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Thanks. I just wanted to say it because next month, which is May? For us, that is Bloomingtide or, the old name again, Molioris. The first day of Bloomingtide starts Summerday. Summerday is a holiday focused on things like... joy and unity and crap like that. Most people tend to get married then and events like coming of age parties happen all over Thedas. Andrastian kids are usually forced to dress up all in white and go together to the Chantry to learn how to be adults by the Revered Mother too. It's actually quite religious depending on where you go.
[ . . . ]
Which, ah, means I'm not one to celebrate it, ahaha.
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That's funny. They say, back in San Fransokyo, anyway, that getting married in May is unlucky for the couple.
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Really? But it's Spring, how could that be a bad thing?
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No idea. It's probably a girl thing.
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Right, a girl thing. You've no intention of getting married, Tadashi? You should know these things, one would think.
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I don't think anybody would want to marry somebody like me.
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Someone like you? Smart, young, attractive? Yeah, that sounds miserable.
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he pulls his collar down, revealing scars and burn marks around his neck. ]
See these? They're- well. [ how should he put it. ] They're a remembrance of what happened to me before arriving here.
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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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