[ 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.
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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.