you know the rules and so do I

[championofsnark]

WHO: Marian Hawke
WHERE: Multiple places!
WHEN: Anywhere between December 10-19thish
OPEN TO: Filters to Iron Bull, Frank Castle, Finnick Odair, Elektra Natchios, and then OTA!
WARNINGS: Swearing. Updated: Sex in the Connor thread.

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FOR BULL

Hawke likes a lot of things about being there. For one, she always feels useful. For two, she doesn't have to be in charge. For three, she gets to meet all kinds of people. For four, some of them are people she already wanted to get to know better. It's very easy to volunteer to partner up with Bull during patrols, as he is simply marvelous company and it is occasionally nice to spend time with someone from her own world. Less people to question phrases or terms she says. Varric was right about Bull being someone their group would have liked.

"So I got Wicked Grace decks out of no where the other day, I was thinking of teaching people how to play." She has her bow slung over her shoulder. "Also my official bow, but it was broken up into a set. It shouldn't be that hard to put it together with some help."

FOR FINNICK

Hawke gets it in her head to go check in on Annie, the first person she met in this odd place, after seeing some of the native birds and thinking of those adorable little geese. Also to let her know a bit about the extra meat just brought in, in case she wanted any. It wasn't too hard to ask around and describe the woman enough to get directions, and that's how she ended up at the Windemere house.

Her dark hair is braided and her bow is left behind for now, peering around. "Oi, Annie, you around here, love?" She didn't know that she'd be meeting a different member of the family altogether.

FOR FRANK

Hawke found a reasonable set of gloves that worked with her bow, although they would never be as good as gloves that were specifically designed for an archer. But they were tolerable. Which is good, because Hawke goes out in the field enough to need it for when everything is colder. She picked up some other warm things to get by, but she found that they're simply not cutting it on her latest patrols and scouting. She heard around that Frank was the man to see about getting some warmer things without having to share them with everyone else, so she got directions to his place.

It was day time and cold, but sunny at least. She was sans bow and arrows since that was only necessary when she planned on using them. Hawke knocks on the door.

FOR ELEKTRA

Hawke is delighted to find several gifts waiting for her one morning, including beloved daggers and decks of Wicked Grace. The daggers however she simply has to immediately show off, even if it'll take a bit before she can come up with a good harness or set of sheaths for her back. She has a particularly chipper skip to her step today, wandering into the village to see who she could catch. She spots a familiar dark head from not too far away.

"Elektra!" Hawke gets warm fuzzies whenever she sees people she has good memories with. She has this gut feeling that Elektra would approve of these finely crafted matching daggers. "Look at what was randomly delivered to me over night!"

OPEN TO ALL

Hawke is someone easy to spot and meet around the village. She has lunch at the inn every day and will chatter at anyone there. She as usual can be found at the fountain here and there in case someone shows up, but she is now working on her sewing instead of creating arrows. She sometimes has some mischief and bathes nude in the hot springs. It gets cold out there! She's shameless. Finally she just generally scouts around the perimeter of the village, especially at night, with her knives and bow. She is very friendly. Just say hi. Or run while you can.

Comments

OTA | Lunch Time

[plate_builder]

This place truly was intriguing, right down to the pseudo-communal lunch. It really was, for most intents and purposes, a well functioning town. The question, he found himself wondering, was why he was here. But truly there would be no answering that, more likely than not. So instead he turned his attention to the matter at hand, which in this case was the bowl of soup in front of him and the invisible plans he was carefully drawing on the table in front of him with a finger, all while mumbling to himself.

"Insulation would be an issue of course," he muttered to himself as he planned. Didn't even notice Hawke being social from a nearby table. A house had burnt down, clearly that would need rebuilt. Not now, of course, but no reason plans can't be laid in early.

[championofsnark]

Hawke loved communal meals. She spent an unreasonable amount of time with a lot of her friends, and that meant several meals a day were together, or at least one was. That was the kind of down time she remembered and was thankful for. She also just generally liked eating, and having someone else do the food preparation was so much better. She provided the meat and this was a good follow up.

She scarfed down her lunch quite quickly, talking through it with whoever was nearby, but her attention was drawn over to the man talking to himself. She talked to herself all the time, so she felt immediate kinship with people who did the same. Hawke brought her plate up to the kitchen and then came over to sit down at his table but on the other side. Careful not to put her hands on the paper, of course, that would be rude. She tried to make sense of it from this angle. "What're you designing?"

[plate_builder]

"There's a burned down house. No doubt someone will seek to have it rebuilt at some point. It would be useful to have plans before that is wanted," Reeve mused aloud, processing the question before he actually processed the question.

After a moment he realized what he'd said and paused, blinking. Only then did he look up, finally looking at the woman. When had someone come to be at his table. Oh, his soup. Right, he should eat something.

"Hello."

[ataashihunter]

"Yeah?" Bull's ears perk up at that and there is a smile on his face even as he continues to scan the woods around them for any signs of trouble. "I got some too, and cocoa. We should definitely do that. Dorian should know how to play, and I'd like to teach Tony and Altair. I think they could be good at it, but not so good we have to worry."

[championofsnark]

She grins. "Seems like we both had an exciting delivery. Yeah we don't want them to get better than us. That'd be embarrassing after all these years." Hawke glances up at him. Very up, because he's giant. "Can't wait to take you on, I'd love to see how good of a bluffer you are." She has a suspicion he'd be a very good one. Varric's tells she knew by heart, although he swore up and down he had zero. Hers were near non-existent.

[ataashihunter]

He laughs. "You can take me on any way you want, you know that Hawke." He places a hand on her shoulder. "Who would you want in on the game? I got some cocoa too so we can have that as well. And with enough people it would be a really great night."

December 12

[fishermansweater]

The mice are really too small for Finnick's usual method of defense. There's a good chance the tines of a trident would miss the pests, no matter how good his aim is. So today, he's perched on the porch, his territorial gaze cast across the birds' enclosure in case one of the little rodents appears. He doesn't actually have any throwing knives, but he's testing the balance of a dagger in one hand when he sees the woman approaching up the road. He keeps weighing the dagger, but his attention is now focused on her rather than the birds he's guarding.

"She's not here," he says.

The woman is dark-haired, petite, and she moves with an ease that in his experience is usually born of confidence and competence rather than actual casualness. He taps the dagger on his hand for a moment, then smiles.

"You must be Hawke."

[championofsnark]

Hawke glances over at the bloke and smiles at him. "I see my reputation precedes me!" It often did. Strong personalities had a habit of that. She steps closer to him and chuckles at the way he was balancing the dagger. It's a thing she did frequently, when she was bored and waiting for something to do. She takes a look at the birds' enclosure. They were such sweet little things, and they followed Annie around, she saw it for herself. She never knew that birds could do that. That seemed more of a canine quality.

"Let me guess, waiting for those rodents? I only got hit by them once before I started to aim first and ask questions later." Her own daggers are actually more like short blades, but she still has the one she snatched from the communal weapons. It did the trick. "They're pains in the arse. If I hadn't already figured out how to use the fire, I'd likely be dead again."

[fishermansweater]

Finnick and Annie share information. They'd learned it as part of how to be a good ally in the Career Academy, and it had developed between them along with first his mentorship, then their friendship and their relationship, and they'd kept it up in this place, because by then it was simply part of who they were together. And intelligence and information have always been important aspects of surviving in any dangerous situation.

Annie's description of the dark-haired woman had been enough for him to know who she was, but that was a mystery he was content to allow to remain so.

Finnick tips his head towards the enclosure where the birds are huddled together, except Star the peacock who's off scratching the ground by the house.

"Turns out geese don't like having their tails frozen to the ground," he quips. "Better to stop the mice getting too close than deal with cranky birds."

springs

[tothefly]

For Natasha, it isn't about the mischief. The springs are just warm and delightful and so much better than a regular bath, especially after a very long workout, or a nightly patrol that wanders into a lost and very angry badger with super strength. Apparently the water's healing properties also do wonders for one's hair, too, and she's not necessarily a vain woman, but it's nice to not feel as much of a mess after a nice long soak.

Today, however, it seems she isn't the only one who's had that idea. Her footsteps deliberately become more audible as she spots another head already in the water, and she calls out as she pauses a little ways from the spring's edge.

"Mind some company?"

[championofsnark]

Hawke is no stranger to communal baths. While she got used to having her own, there were plenty of times when people had to learn to share. There often were water shortages or it just made sense. And she was far from a prude. Everyone was naked. It didn't have to be a thing. She also felt that it was the best choice to warm up and relax, and she felt her bruises and strains being soothed by the water.

She heard the footsteps and didn't tense, which was a reflection on this place and her comfort in it. Plus her daggers were close enough, with her clothes, that she could fight bare ass if she needed to be. But that hadn't been a problem yet with other people. "Not in the least. I sometimes consider living here permanently."

Hawke gave the woman a quick but studied once over. Beautiful, of course, and the red hair reminded her of Aveline.

[tothefly]

"You aren't the only one. This water is magical. I mean, maybe literally, but also figuratively." Natasha doesn't mind the look, and she's not at all ashamed to strip, following the brief glance. It might be different with one of the men--not that there's many she'd consider a genuine threat, but they did tend to be more sensitive about that kind of thing--but another woman is less likely to fuss. Not that she spends much time doing her own fussing with her small pile of black clothing and weapons before she's slipping into the water, submerging briefly before letting her head breach the surface again with a sigh.

"That's so much better. Think we could just spend the next three months like this?"

[oorah]

"It's unlocked," he calls from the kitchen, not wanting to pause in his coffee-making routine. A man like him should probably be more paranoid, but anything that means him or his makeshift family harm here wouldn't be coming through the front door. And then there's always that voice in the back of his mind, What if someone needed something? Therefore, his door is always open to a neighbor in need, not that anyone ever actually seems to take him up on it. The second Hawke opens the door, Aretha (the bloodhound) is braying her fool head off while Aloe (the pitbull) runs excitedly around in circles. Bruno (the croc-dog) slips by Frank's feet to see what all the commotion is about but hangs in the hallway where a pea-kitten is watching with equally round eyes. Patti, their lynx, is lounging on the sofa and she gives a big yawn before closing her eyes again, apparently uninterested in whatever is going on. "Want coffee?" he calls without bothering to check who it is first.

[championofsnark]

Hawke opens the door and steps in, immediately intrigued by the many animals in the house. She had yet to adopt any, but it was a matter of time. The way she instantly ooos at the dogs says as much. She recognizes the one she met when she was new here, so she definitely had the right place. She could easily get distracted by snuggling the dogs and forgetting about the human. They're just so precious!

"Coffee?" She perks up. "Certainly, if you're offering. It's not that common where I'm from." It exists of course, typically from Antiva and traded to the other areas, but Kirkwall struggled often to get the better end of trade. And she spent more money on weapons and armor (and food) to indulge too much. She walks by the animals and pets the dogs who want them, cooing adoringly on the way. "I'm Hawke, we met a bit ago, in case you don't remember." She wouldn't mind if he did.

[oorah]

Hawke, right. He didn't recognize her voice, but the name easily places her in his memory.

"Sure I remember. You like milk or sugar, Hawke?"

[blacksky]

Hawke is always a pleasant surprise since their first meeting. Now really isn't any exception. How can she not smile with a greeting like that? "Random deliveries? Don't tell me you have a secret admirer already." She teases as she goes to meet the other woman. She has a gut feeling she's gonna love whatever it is.

[championofsnark]

"I wish! I have a feeling this is a gift by those on high." Whoever they happen to be. She adores Elektra, there is something so charming about the woman. She reminds her of a slightly more subdued Isabela, although there are very few people as boisterous as her friend. Hawke shows her the daggers in question.

"These were given to me by my mercenary guild back in the day. They've always been my favorite pair." She did eventually buy stronger ones, and sharper ones, but these are still far better than what she's been using here. Excellent craftsmanship. "The hilts are made of red steel. Very coveted back home. They also gave me my bow, but it's been broken down into pieces so I'll have to put it back together."


[ooc note: the daggers are slightly smaller than picture there to fit in box]

Nudist Colony

[thecatinahat]

If he were to say this is the first time that Cougar's come across a naked woman in a hot spring, well, he'd be lying. As it stands, though, it's the first time he's come across a naked woman in a hot spring when his attentions are elsewhere and he doesn't just strip down and join her.

It's a funny thing, how priorities and your world can change like that. As it stands, he drops in from his latest tour of the island, a couple of snared rabbits in hand and dangling from the paw, raising a brow when he sees that it's not empty. Here he'd thought he'd get a good relaxation steam in after his day.

Okay, so maybe he'll join her, but not like that.

Gesturing, he gives her an expectant look. "Mind company?"

[championofsnark]

Hawke glances up when she hears someone nearby, and she's in a rather vulnerable position but she doesn't appear to be concerned in the slightest. And she isn't. This wouldn't be the first time she managed to survive in a situation when she was naked, but that was a story for another day. "Not at all! There's plenty of room." This isn't the first time she's bathed with other people. Several times for fun reasons, but also in non-sexual ways too.

She is curious about the rabbits, smiling at him. "Ah, another hunter! This is my usual stop after too, although getting the blood off me is easier than my clothes." Hawke knows how, a killer always does, but it's still a pain. "I have a set of clothes for the stripping and butchering though." It is necessary. Hunter garb. Butchering garb. Normal clothes. "I'm Hawke."

scouting around.

[scathefires]

Jason's never been an easy sleeper, and that worked out fine with his night job as a vigilante. But here in the village, there's no crime to fight, no heads to bust, and that leaves Jason with a distinct feeling of unease during the nights he can't sleep and can't find something suitable to hold his attention while he's awake.

So tonight, he heads out for a walk in the dark - maybe not the smartest thing to do, but that has more or less become Jason's calling card over the years. He isn't expecting trouble, but that's never stopped trouble from finding him, has it.

[championofsnark]

Hawke too prefers the night. It isn't obvious, since she's often up early in the morning too, but no rest for the wicked. She used to patrol Kirkwall's streets just like this at night. It fell to her and her friends to keep an eye on the city, and there wasn't a single night that trouble wasn't brewing somewhere. It's why despite this place being generally safe she still has her weapons and is keeping a close eye on her surrounding.

When she hears someone nearby she doesn't draw her bow, but she does have a hand near her daggers just in case. Hawke's an observant woman, so it doesn't take her long for her sharp eyes to recognize the face, even in the dark. "Hello there." A quick smile. "Having trouble sleeping or did you sign up for the patrol?"

Inn

[blindninja]

Matt also lunches at the inn everyday, so she'll catch him at some point hunched over a table crossing his heart and quietly tucking into a meal. He's sporting a red scarf courtesy of Frank so he's fairly easy to spot, but he remains fairly inconspicuous occupying a little corner of a far table. Even while eating he's pretty good at looking like he's brooding. It takes him a long time to get between the inn and the residence he'd taken up with Elektra, but by now there's sort of a pattern to his days and he'd like to think that it's getting a few seconds faster and a little bit easier everyday.

He doesn't realise anyone else is there until he hears the chair on the opposite side of the table move. Matt lifts his head and licks the inside of his cheek, setting his spoon down.

"...hello?"

[championofsnark]

Hawke is a very high energy person, and she almost buzzes with it when she's in the inn. Like any good extrovert, she feeds off the people around her, and eating at the inn ups the chances of that happening. After picking up her lunch, she spots Matt and chuckles long before she makes her way over. Oh if he only knew what he was in for when he accidentally got slapped by her that one day. She never forgot someone she had an interesting conversation with.

She pulls out the chair for herself and plops down with her food and water. "Hello there, Matt. Don't worry, I have no intention of slapping you this time." Just in case he didn't recognize the voice, although she has a very precise way of talking and accent.

Inn; Night Of Their Text

[winswars]

Honestly, their conversation hadn't gone how Connor had expected at all.

Then again, he wasn't entirely certain what he had been expecting. Only that it most certainly wasn't that. leave it to him to find a woman who would not only like his sass but would also take it as flirting.

Still, he had told her that he would be at the Inn for dinner tonight and so he was. There's nothing overly obvious about the reason why he's there. Except he's sat at the same table he was when they first met.

Totally not obvious at all.

[championofsnark]

Hawke absolutely assumed what they were doing was flirting. From the first time they met and he seemed to be dropping hints, which of course she picked up and was intrigued by. It amused her now to see she might have read it wrong, but it didn't change her interest. Trust her to sniff out the handsomest virgin she could ever find. It was still a bit of a surprise, given his looks and sass, so if nothing else she wanted to learn more about him.

The funny part of it was that she didn't typically jump right into bed with people; it took Isabela several months before she drew Hawke into her bed. But she'd been a little freer with it since dying and coming there. All the same, she respected his request, and she showed up as they more or less promised one another that night. Another woman might have tried to dress up a little, for a potential seduction, but Hawke was who she was. Her hair was down and brushed at least. So that was enough.

She spotted the man in question and smiled, sliding into the other side of the table like that time before, dark eyes dancing with mirth. "Why, fancy meeting you here." Such a looker, and in a way not quite like the others. He was stronger, more compact.