[ 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. ]

Comments

[eleutheron]

[ 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. ]

[kirkwalled]

[ 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. ]

[eleutheron]

[ 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. ]

[kirkwalled]

[ 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.

[eleutheron]

[ 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.

[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. ]