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

[kirkwalled]

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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I murdered everyone except their leader who I left to die alone in the recesses of space.

I was kind of upset.

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[kirkwalled]

But hey, the way I see it -- if she survived and comes after me, then I'd definitely owe her a duel to the death, you know? Like, eventually that will bite me in the ass but I'd be very proud of it at the same time. Keeps things interesting!

[refactor]

[ and jack definitely dokis... come on hawke... don't tell him about murder that's his kink ]

oh NICE. you must have been ultra pissed. which fair I would be too but leaving them for dead isn't really my style but that parts at least different strokes for different murdering folks

a duel is kind of cool I guess though

I don't think I've ever been challenged to a duel come to think of it

or if I was I just shot them

[kirkwalled]

[ Look, sometimes you just gotta murder the shit out of everyone to feel better. Thankfully, in Thedas, that just makes you a protagonist. ]

Well, it's not like I left without a little -- well, it isn't torture. Is it torture? I broke her bones and such. I'm not very torture-y, I swear. I was having a bad day, I can't stress it enough.

No, instead -- duels are great! You should try and have more duels in the future, Jack. There's nothing like the feel of having someone's face crushed beneath your knuckles you know what

you know what

I don't want to talk about this anymore. It makes me seem all weird and violent but I swear I've always been justified and just nevermind, let's drop this.

[ She's all flustered and embarrassed by her bloodlust.......... whoops. She's not a bad guy!! She just gets in weird situations!! ]

[kirkwalled]

[ There's something nice about listening to Fenris laugh, oddly familiar to her and -- and comforting, really. Like a warm blanket or a hug from a loved one. She feels her face grow warm a little as she listens, hands reaching up to cover it as she tries to tamp down the wide smile on her face. This is -- there's no real explanation for this, the warmth she feels all over and how she wants to just keep listening to him, be it laughter or talking or anything else.

Ugh, does she have a crush, maybe?

When her hands drop, she's still got the smile on her face but softer and smaller now. Her eyes linger on his face as he talks and she wants to say something comforting, something that'll give him a bit of hope. She combs her brain for anything that isn't clunky and weird but --

But, there's on a job. She blinks, looking away from him and towards the house and lets out a soft oh. ]

I suppose that's our cue. What wonderful timing. Shall we move? One of us might have to climb up to the window but ah, the tales we will tell.

[ She's already taking the flask back, capping it and putting away and checking her gear again. At the very least, she works with the efficiency of someone who has done this plenty of times before, leave no trace and no garbage behind. She wasn't here, she was quick, and she got her warrant. That's all that matters. ]

cause she's gotta

[kirkwalled]

[ Hawke's priorities have shifted again -- eggs and bacon first, Jack second. She feels satisfied already in having gotten over on him, flustered him like she has because for her -- it's just fun. A game. She can't imagine anything beyond it. Of course, that will eventually bite her in the ass.

At his outburst, she cracks up, letting out a loud laugh of delight even as she tries to focus on the eggs. Aesthetic, he says. What the fuck. ]

You -- you're branding yourself? What are you going for here, trying to be the Company's new mascot? You think -- you think the Company would want a guy wearing a literal mask, as their face. It screams "I'm hiding something" even more than the Company usually does. Charming, Jack, but no.

[ Honestly? Hilarious. She's still wheezing as she starts frying up the bacon, shaking with her own amusement. Ridiculous, honestly. ]

[refactor]

it's kind of torture but I'm not exactly judging here. like. promise

[ that's a normal work day for him tbh ]

but FINE if you don't want to talk about how great punching bad people is whatever

[kirkwalled]

Well, it's WEIRD isn't it? Sure, I do violent things but then talking about it like that is just... absolute psychopath kind of territory! I'm no psycho, I just have a very weird life. >:(

[ She's got morals, even if Thedas laughs at her about them. ]

[refactor]

[ Jack's expression twists up in displeasure, but oddly, he doesn't really say anything. For half a moment, he considers telling Hawke about his dream, because maybe, just maybe, he can trust her with it. But before he can even open his mouth, he remembers why he's wearing this mask at all. The feeling of his scar on his face is all the more prominent for a moment as he thinks about it, so he shakes his head with a dismissive wave of his hand. ]

Oh, whatever, you're not ever gonna get it. Hell, it's not even really "for" you anyways.

[ Which is honest enough, because Jack knows it wouldn't appeal to people like Hawke anyways. He huffs out a noise of irritation, but at least relaxes as he crosses his arms. ]

...And it's only kinda a mask. Like, it's my face. Does it count if it's of my face?

[kirkwalled]

[ There's a glance over to Jack then, a confused look as if she's missed something but she doesn't comment. Instead, she focuses on breakfast and while everything is cooking up -- she swaps to the coffee. Two mugs pulled down from her cabinet and she begins to serve them to their preferences. Black for her while however Jack likes it for him -- she definitely knows the way he takes his coffee and that says something.

She'll drop his mug in front of him before moving with hers back towards the bedding area -- and her closet! Looks like she's finally going to put on pants. ]

I'm just speaking as an unbiased consumer. If you were the mascot I saw every day, I would rethink where I placed my trust.

[ Unbiased, sure. But still, she's got a pair of jeans and is doing the ol' hop and jump around thing over here. ]

I'll be honest, I'm still not quite sure how that's supposed to work. I assumed cybernetics? I'm waiting for the day you take it off and it's all a bunch of metal. But if it's your face, it's your face. Now, no peeking. I have to change my shirt.

[ Which is promptly what she's going to do next. Out with the old! ]

[refactor]

is it?? I mean sure if you're beating the crap out of innocent people sure you're a freakin psycho but it's different if they're not right

[refactor]

[ As usual, his coffee is ridiculously sweet. It's probably not something that Hawke finds ill-fitting at this point, since that's the kind of contrast that makes perfect sense when you get to know Jack. For all his posturing and the fear and respect he tries (and sometimes succeds) to command, he's not actually that aggressively full of machismo. He's a bit softer than that, so even rather than the black coffee that would fit his posturing, what he actually takes is loaded with sugar and cream. The familiarity of how Hawke makes it is something he takes for granted by now, so he takes the mug with a quiet thanks, then takes a drink. ]

It's- God, it's not being a friggin' mascot.

[ But he still doesn't elaborate further. He pulls the cup away from his lips largely to laugh and not get coffee everywhere. ]

Oh, yeah, didn't you know, Hawke? I'm the first fully sentient AI. That's why I'm so great? They just ran outta budget on the final stretch so underneath, definitely just open mechanical parts. It's crazy.

[ He runs with that part, since he always enjoys the sort of mystery it gives. It's why he did it, in part. Having people talk about what could be under Handsome Jack's mask was part of the narrative he constructed for people to buy into, and it worked. Most people knew Handsome Jack's face, and that was absolutely the intent. ]

Nah, it's just synthetic mate— [ He trails off, because at 'no peeking,' he has every desire to peek. His head partially turns, just enough to catch a glance of side boob, but he uses the motion to take a drink of his coffee instead. Smooth. ]

[kirkwalled]

Uh, no? A person's a person, even if they are a huge dick. Doesn't mean you have to drag yourself down to their level, you know? As they say -- check yo'self before you wreck yo'self.

[kirkwalled]

[ She probably teased the hell out of him the first time she found out about it -- "what badass drinks coffee for children?" But then, of course, she learned that Jack wasn't actually quite as badass as he presented himself to be. No, he's mostly just a big dope, in Hawke's book! Haha!

He does get a look in response to the AI joke though because well, she actually gets it. There's a reason no one knows her first name, there's a reason she keeps her story in check -- the idea of being more myth than anything else is better than the reality. For Jack, it's to build his reputation and for Hawke, it's to hide it. If five different people came away with five different stories about Hawke, then she never has to worry about the reality. She can disappear just as easily as she appeared -- she expects one day she'll have to do that again, once she leaves the Quad.

But less seriously, if he does peek -- Hawke would find it hilarious. She's no shame for her body at all, especially after the number of grievous injuries she's sustained and the people she's courted. Sure, he might catch side boob, but he also would catch the smattering of scars all over. Hawke's a warrior and it, well, it shows. ]

Synthetics? That's so boring. I hoped it was repurposed flesh. Anyway, you may look again.

[ And she's dressed! Jeans and a t-shirt for now, easy clothes to go finish up breakfast and begin loading the food onto two separate plates. She's in a chipper enough mood so she hums while she does, finishing up to set two plates on the table and sit with Jack to eat. She doesn't hesitate before starting on her bacon. ]

Any plans for the day, other than returning my dog?

[refactor]

[ Jack just doesn't touch that first part half because he doesn't want to get into this argument with Hawke and ruin his chances and half because more importantly: ]

wait that's YOUR motto not mine

you should have that crap like embroidered and framed home sweet home style

[refactor]

[ Sideboob and scars. It's a good day in Jack's book tbh... He does steal a glance, but not more than that, since it's not an argument he really wants to have, so having his curiosity (slash voyeurism) satisfied, he just takes a drink of his coffee. He laughs into the cup, and when she says he can look again, he does. ]

Repurposed flesh? Like- Like, what, slapping a face pizza on me? Ugh, gross. No way. That's- That's something the friggin' prisoners would be into.

[ But he's laughing, especially at the words "face pizza," because that combination of words is objectively hilarious. He nods appreciatively as she brings the food, and he takes a bit before shrugging. ]

Ehhhh kinda. Today's what I like to call "field work day" aka the Company totes agrees with me that not all my work is best done in that shithole that is Intake. So. Gotta work on getting more people in there. [ He takes another bite, then points his fork towards her ] Gonna be putting out a few warrants if you want easy money.

[kirkwalled]

It should be a shared motto, between both of us. Like my dog.

And if you get me one, I'll put it right on my wall. First thing you see when you enter my apartment. Promise.