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Hawke was born the (victimofaname) wrote in somerealityrpg,
@ 2019-07-05 13:49:00

WHO: Hawke and Anders
WHERE: The shared apartment
WHEN: Friday, July 5th
WARNINGS: TBD (some mentions of canon typical violence and language)
SPOILERS? TBD (mentions of Dragon Age: Inquisition and Dragon Age 2)
STATUS? Ongoing

Hawke did not like putting her faith into anything. She barely believed in the Maker (Andraste could be debated, but ever since She'd gone up in flames She hadn't exactly been doing much in Hawke's opinion) and would never put her life and destiny in the hands of something that had proven itself to be petty at best and terribly cruel at it's worst. So putting her life in this benevolent entity's hands was not something she was enjoying. Besides, if it was truly that benevolent, would she need coin? Couldn't it just put them in this place. What did it need the coin for, anyway? There weren't any answers to these questions, and Hawke had no other options then to play along. She made plans, no doubt about that, because she wasn't going to be caught off guard (Kirkwall had taught her something at least) but in the mean time she needed to eat, and to keep this roof over her head (and it wasn't awful, at least it wasn't Gamlen again).

Which meant going through the paper she'd found. It was a little disheartening. Nothing sounded familiar. It wasn't a Chanter's board where she could pick up something and earn coin from it. These things asked for skills she didn't have, and some she didn't even know. All her life she'd made her coin with her daggers. Kill this thing, find this person, stop the blood mages. That was easy. But those skills didn't transfer here. She had a few options, dog walker of all things and maybe something that taught others how to defend themselves, but she was also going to reach out to the wider community and see if someone would know more. Maybe her cousin would know something.

She tensed when the door started to open. She knew some of who she was sharing with (and wasn't it hilarious she could call the bloody King of Fereldan someone she shared quarters with) but she didn't know the last person and a lifetime of being wary wasn't an easy thing to put down (even when she'd gotten her mother's mansion back she'd always been tense. It had been foreshadowing of the worst kind, because the worst thing had slipped in under her nose). She'd shed her armor, but still wore it's leather (another thing she'd need; clothes. She hoped her cousin might oblige her. Again) and never kept her daggers far away. She set one hand on one of the hilts, casually (or as casually as anyone could hold a dagger), and waited. The familiar face made her raise her eyebrows, and remove her hand.

"Hey." She relaxed and smiled at Anders. He was avoiding her, and she'd let him have it for a moment. He'd never be able to really get rid of her, and she'd almost wondered if she'd have to hunt him down. And they did need to talk. He'd acted like they had just parted ways in Kirkwall, still expecting her anger and acting like if someone had tried kidnapping him or putting him in any sort of Circle she'd just let it happen (and...well even at her angriest she'd never have let that happen. She'd ensured his safety). As if years hadn't passed where she'd only gotten word from Varric (who was still angry and who did still tell her that 'the less you know the better') and all she had was worry that he'd finally let Justice win and gotten himself killed in some fool plan. "Can't keep avoiding me you know," she added with a smile. "Might as well have a seat." She motioned to the seats. "This is an odd question, but what year is it? Back home anyway. Just, indulge me here. I swear there's a purpose to it. We can get in on everything after."

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victimofaname
2019-07-18 04:44 am UTC (link)

She grinned when he returned the casual flirt. It showed, really, how much he was listening to Justice. There were times he'd shove people away. Whenever he showed more of himself was when she knew he was at least allowing himself friendship. She could say more, could give another comment but instead she just grinned at him. She was good with locks, and these seemed to be easy enough to figure out. She'd try her own door first, to get a handle on things. "But in that spirit, my door is open at any time. I might be keen on murder if it's the dead of the night, but if you need me I'll push it aside valiantly." Whatever sense of propriety she might have once had, the army had shed it pretty quick. She'd been a volunteer for a half hearted attempt at aid, privacy hadn't been something that had been easy to find. And she'd shared a tiny room with Beth and her mother, that first year in Kirkwall. "Granted I know you'll probably not want to be a bother or think you don't need it but if I don't make the offer I'll feel bad." She'd need to make the offer to the other two as well. She didn't know the last person they were sharing quarters with, but she figured it would change in time. And her door would be open to all, and she wouldn't play favorites.

She straightened then and nodded. She tended to joke around a lot, make herself look more foolish, or let her temper get the best of her. And with many she'd always pretended she hadn't understood them, like she was no better then the insults they gave her. It was all carefully crafted so people wouldn't look at her mage companions, as the more they looked at her the less they'd see them. She was smarter then she gave away, and her sense of politics had been crafted by the nightmare that had been Krikwall and Varric's tutoring. If she'd ever picked up the crown of Viscount, she'd have been formidable with it but she'd known that if she had, Meredith would have killed her and dragged her mages off to that prison. "If we can convince my cousin to return to court with him, it'll make things better. She's already a prime example of what a mage can be. She has titles, and with that we could get restrictions lessened." She held up her hands, "it'll be slow, and I think the first step could be letting mages who do have families be able to go home. The biggest obstacle to it is the Templars, but according to the Inquisition the Nevarran Accord was broken. If we can convince our gracious majesty to use that we can send them packing." She clasped her hands, "I don't think you'll like this but I think we'll always need Circles. Not the prisons, obviously, but even Beth needed to be taught not to create lightning every time she sneezed. I'd not want any mage to be afraid of what they can do, but to understand it. And to be taught how to be careful around demons. If we do it right, they'll be schools. I mean, Rivain seems to manage quite well."

She frowned at his comment. "Well, shit." And then that question and she looked away. "Corypheus was my fault. I should have considered that anything that needed that many layers of locks around it couldn't have just died. I let that monster out, and he broke the world. The Warden, they have knowledge, and were one of the only ones who hadn't gone batshit. That sort of leadership is hard to find." She was carefully not looking at Anders. He'd see too much otherwise. "I don't think the right call was made, no. I'm just me, and I'm not saying that to discount what I've done. I know I changed things but comparatively? It doesn't add up." Then she smiled and looked back at him, pushing everything away. "I'm glad I'm back too. Would have made a good story though."

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