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[ open ] as i walk through the streets of my new city

Who: Hawkward Moment and Associates
Where: All over! Mostly Westerley
When: There's something terribly funny about typing "the last five years" here.
Summary: Previously on The Young and the Kirkwalled aka a pre-game catchall for Hawke!
Restrictions/Warnings: Some assortment of accident prone wrong (or right) doing and swearing here.

ONE | RAC

[ So, Hawke is a Level 3 RAC Agent. She very much has the ability to be higher than that and even the qualifications. She also, very clearly, does not want it. Level 3 allows her a cushy middle ground where she's not really expected of much and can be mostly left alone.

Let's not leave Hawke alone! ]

TWO | WESTERLEY

[ Hawke has a tiny studio apartment that doesn't even have a bed. She sleeps on the couch. She has the money to live better, sure, but she doesn't speak about it and doesn't like talking about it. She has a dog bed though, so at least her priorities are in order. Where is her dog right now? Kind of a mystery. The guy likes to roam.

Maybe you're her neighbor. Maybe you end up at the same bar as her a lot of the time. Maybe she did a job for you and helped find your lost cat. Hawke doesn't have a reason to be anywhere, she just always ends up there. ]

THREE | NETWORK

[ Please text Hawke. Send her memes. ]

FOUR | WILDCARD

[ Anything and everything is possible when you're a lone vagabond who doesn't know how to say no. Just, you know, don't ever ask her about Kirkwall. Here is her CR Meme link and if you want to hash out anything, hit me up via claptrap or any of the other options. ]

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that wasn't an answer

The answer is a lot. A lot. I'm not even FROM the Quad, remember??

well YEAH but you could have also just come straight from that place? and you're bullshitting me on the rest. that's something you would do

so yeah not believing you until I get names

Have you heard of Ferelden?

Thedas?

Orlais?

I was once stationed in a place called Skyhold for a month, it was terrible and everyone wore pajamas.

[ Jack shoos Garrett ahead of him as he walks in, and indeed, this is familiar enough that he plops himself down at her tiny, crappy kitchen table with all the familiarity of an old friend. In truth, Hawke is one of the few people that he's rather genuinely relaxed around, though never completely. Still. It's kind of nice to hang out with her, since he's at least not at all worried about Hawke stabbing him in the back one day. Like, if she did, it wouldn't be on purpose, and it would definitely be stupid, he figures. So, you know. Not too bad, overall.

Yet even so, talking with Hawke is still always difficult for exactly the reason. The problem is, she's very good at getting under this skin. Or in this case, his mask. ]

What- What, no, the mask isn't— It's not bad!

[ It's probably bad, considering how defensive he gets, but he crosses his arms tightly across his chest and his groans. Jack leans back in the chair to look up at the ceiling, which is probably so he doesn't get caught staring at her (barely clothed) ass. ]

Screw you, my mask makes me, uh, mysterious. And intimidating. And even more handsome.

...okay

will probably regret actually asking but whatever I like to live dangerously

why pajamas

[ He's fixed on the house beyond, but a few long seconds pass and he still does not notice anyone stirring. He imagines the target cowering in bed, lights off, hardly daring to breathe. But he'll have to show a sign eventually. He'll grow hungry, he'll call someone, he'll pad down to the bathroom.

Until then ... ]

You first.

[ A glance upwards at his agreement and she looks surprised, truly, that he'd even bother. After that a slow smile slides across her face and she feels satisfied, like she's won something, and the feeling runs through her to the tip of her toes. It's a very satisfying moment, she thinks.

She considers her question then, and how to actually play without a drink when she remembers -- Ah! Into her jacket she reaches the produce a flask, holding it up to Fenris. ]

If you've done it, you take a drink. We can share and don't worry, it's only whiskey. It won't dull your edge if you don't drink too much.

[ A nod and right into the game -- ]

Never have I ever been outside the Quad.

[ Which she follows with a sip before offering the flask to Fenris. ]

[ Truth be told, he finds it hard to deny Hawke anything--though he can't explain why.

He frowns at the flask, shrugging. Realization dawns that this game will probably be difficult for him: his memories only go back so many years. ]

I don't believe I have.

[ He tries earnestly to think of a response, his eyes fixed on the mouth of the flask. ]

Never have I ever broken up multiple bar brawls in the course of one night.

[ He drinks, and hands the flask back. That's good, right? A universal experience. ]

[ She seems pleased enough by the response though, smile breaking out on her face as he participates. A hand reaches out to take back the flask and she taps her fingers against as she considers. ]

Mostly I find myself a participant but... I can't say it's never happened. Especially when they get terribly rowdy.

[ So, down the hatch it goes and her eyes flick back to the estate. Still no movement, nothing. God, she's not sure she has enough alcohol to last them. They may have to switch to water. ]

Never have I ever messed up a level one warrant.

[ He's not a killjoy but even as an enforcer, sometimes you're taken on these things. So, it should still be a good question for them both. A quick swig for her and she offers the flask back to him. ]

[ waaaait for it -- ]

I never asked.

[ yeah ]

[ What's odd, truly about all of this, is the fact that Hawke doesn't seem to pick up on that about Jack. She knows he's got issues, probably (don't they all) and that he's prone to violence (but some can say so is she) but when it's just the two of them -- he doesn't seem terrible frightening. He has a reputation, but she's keen to ignore it mostly. If he's like this with her, he must not be so bad after all? Easy going and dare she say it, sweet. No, Jack has every reason to trust her because she really doesn't see the point in betraying him. Instead, he's already wormed his way into that circle of friends of hers that Hawke feels terrible protective over. This may one day come bite her in the ass.

But still, it means she's also at ease with him, light smile across her face as she ends up pulling out eggs too to fry some up. As she sets it up, she ends up yawning as she does -- not having gotten nearly enough sleep but, alas. ]

You're certainly intimidating enough to frighten small children, Jack. It's still a little odd though, I mean --

[ And then, of course, she reaches over to catch his chin in her hand, tilting his face up. The problem of small apartments -- easy access. Her eyes scan his face, looking at the edges of the mask and her thumb swipes fondly over his cheek. ]

Latches? And it doesn't even match your skin color. I say you're more scarecrow than stud, truly.

[ And then she pulls away with an affectionate ruffle to his hair before going back to her eggs, cracking a few in the hot pan and humming to herself as she makes them breakfast. ]

[ He arches an eyebrow as he takes the flask. ]

You'll have to tell me the story, there.

[ It's true that he's gone on a number of missions with the Killjoys before, and it's also true that some of them haven't gone exactly as planned. He thinks of a time when he went with a partner to secure some minor noble's pet dog and ended up wreaking havoc on a huge field of hokk crops, and sighs. Takes a drink. ]

Never have I ever ...

[ He pauses, thinking. ]

... forgotten anything important.

[ He takes a longer pull. Truth be told, he's forgotten everything important. ]

[ Her smile is all delight as he takes a drink because there's something so amusing at the idea of Fenris mucking up a level one. He typically seems to know what he's doing and something as simple as that... oh, how funny. The amusement carries her forward, makes her spill the story easily as she recalls something. ]

Once upon a time, a younger and more wily Hawke [ She leans over then, nudging him with her elbow and stage whispering -- ] That's me. Well, this Hawke had a few warrants under her belt and decided to fly solo on the next, a retrieval of a few poisoned chocolates. Nothing lethal, but one of those petty Leithian squabbles where someone wanted to embarrass another at a party. Simple. Would make the one who ate it suddenly and violently sick.

I attended the party as a waitress, served snacks and the like while I kept a look out for the chocolates. Eventually found them, only had to sneak back out and none would be the wiser. Return to the chocolates to my contact, get confirmation and a few bucks for a job well done.

Well. Whatever caterers were hired for the party, let me tell you -- the man in charge? Very much a stickler for the rules. He cornered me as I was sneaking out, loudly called me a variety of insulting names and threatened to expose me for the "dirty rat I was". I tried to tell him I was with the RAC but no, he wouldn't have it. Grabbed me by the hair, intended to drag me out so I did the only thing I could do -- I fed him a chocolate. A few, actually.

[ She shakes her head, laughing at the memory and feeling grateful for just how much better her infiltration skills are now. A level one warrant, that boned. ]

It -- well, I won't lie. It was a mess. He was violently sick everywhere, nothing to be done about it and the party was ruined. In the process, my exit got cut off and the only vehicles out of there were the medical ones for the man. So, what did I do? I also ate a chocolate. Woke up a few days later with an IV stuck in my arm and my contact standing over my bed. Thankfully, I kept what was left of the chocolates and technically completed the warrant. Never felt so pathetic, really.

[ But it was a good taste of what she'd have to deal with as she spent her time in the Quad and it prepared her for what to do next. A simple retrieval turning into something so disgusting wasn't what she signed up for, but it means now she always expects the worst. It's why she stopped trying to plan so hard in advance -- things will always go another way, with her luck.

But then there's the next round and Hawke takes the flask easily, watching Fenris' face for a moment before sighing out slowly. Something important, huh? She takes a sip too, unsure of the memory but sure in the blankness. ]

I hope you can get it back, Fenris. If it's as important as I feel it might be.

what

how could you not ask? that would be question no1 hawke

[ Jack stays where he's standing with his arms crossed, not quite closed off, but a little defensive in the huffy way he can get. For all his bravado and grandstanding in a more public eye, when it's one on one, it's much clearer that his ego is a little more delicate than he likes. It's very likely why Hawke teases him so much, and he knows that, but at least because it's teasing, he never goes beyond this sort of sulking disapproval or maybe a sharp comment. Because it's nice, he has to admit. He doesn't trust people easily, and he doesn't even trust Hawke completely, but she's the closest thing to a friend he's got lately.

That's also part of the problem, naturally. Because the problem with Jack is that his surprising sensitivity isn't just to jabs and jokes, but across the board. The way that he interacts with Hawke is nice, a relief from the usual, even, and so he likes her. Enough that what she's doing is a definite, absolute bad idea. Jack immediately seizes up more defensively when Hawke reaches forward to grab his face, but he doesn't try and pull away. More than anything, he looks shocked, and he starts with an eloquent: ]

Uh—

[ And with that one syllable, he's reminded all at once of just how out of practice with flirting he is. This is his chance to say something smooth and suave, but it feels like his brain briefly shorts out with that pass of her thumb over his cheek, and he instead feels heat rise underneath the cover of his mask. He's supremely grateful for it, and even more so, that it isn't quite so much to reach to his ears, but still. Whatever flirtation or suaveness he could have given is lost in the face of what's easy for him. He reaches up to the latch on his chin once she pulls away as if he's protecting it from her, but that's truly just more a lack of knowing what else to do. ]

Oh, screw you! It's not scarecrow, and it's not supposed to match! It's- It's an aesthetic? Marketing? Branding? All that kinda crap.

I think I was just happy to have a bed to sleep in and not, you know, dying in the recesses of space. The pajama thing was less a priority.

true but you still could have asked. I would have. you can be glad to not die and still be like dude what are you even wearing

[ It's not an immediate reaction. Fenris listens to the story quietly, attentively, his eyes widening slowly as Hawke goes on. As the details grow increasingly specific, and increasingly ridiculous.

When she gets to the part about eating the chocolate herself, he can't help but smile. By the time she finishes, he's choking back a chuckle. It feels so strangely familiar, so curiously warm. But he doesn't get a chance to laugh very often, so he decides not to question it. He just lives in the moment, leaning back against the bush, his shoulders quaking with silent laughter. ]

That--that is quite the tale. I'm glad you survived to tell it.

[ He shakes his head, his smile lingering as he looks back to the bottle. ]

As for me ... I don't know that I'll ever regain what I've lost. I can't hope for it. That's too much wasted time. But, perhaps ...

[ And then--light, movement. Someone's finally gotten up to pad to the bathroom. ]

--ah.

It just seemed really stupid. It was their thing and it was stupid so I just kinda ignored it after a while? Then I had to leave because their leader kind of wanted to sacrifice me a little. It was weird.

wait wait you've mentioned someone trying to kind of sacrifice you before. same guy or different one? guess either way that's too many times to run into someone wanting to sacrifice you but whatever

Different time. It happens a lot and I'm actually quite tired of it.

solution's simple hawke

stop hanging out with people that will try and sacrifice you to I don't know their blood god or whatever

simple

Well, it's not like I knew they were like that when I met them or I'd have stopped already. :(

ok well did you kill them when you found out at least

I would have

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