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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.

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.

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He raises his brow when she identifies him as Jake's, which means that Jake has been talking to people. It's not a surprise. That's how their whole friendship and relationship works. Jake talks, Cougar doesn't, and he's more than willing to find out exactly what he was saying.

He smirks at this apparently very nice description, letting his gaze fall over her. He shrugs when it comes to the public, because it's not like they're very public right now. "Jake is good people," he insists. "Talkative, but good."

"What did he say?"

"I'm very talkative myself so we suit one another well as talking companions. We're also the same color." Hawke shows off her bright yellow wrist band. Color friends! She thought it was sweet that he isn't as verbal, but still seems interested in what his partner had to say about him. Downright adorable. What a nice couple.

"He went on and on about your hair, your cheekbones, how sexy your competence was." Hawke is a very direct person and she saw no reason to walk around what was openly said. "He's absolutely right. Your cheekbones are exquisite." It is easy to compliment him! What a looker. "He's so enraptured. It must be nice." And she had nothing, but not something to focus now. "And you? Are you as enamored?"

He gives a raise of his brow, wondering internally if the colour of the bracelet is given for how much people can talk, though he doesn't think anyone is ever as resistant as he is, not when it comes to words. Though, when he hears what Jake had to say about him, the smirk on his face is incredibly pleased.

Her compliments don't hurt, either. When she starts asking about his feelings, he shrugs, even if there's a playful look on his face. "You have seen Jake, no? Shirtless?" The last part helps, but it isn't crucial.

Hawke is no stranger to dealing with people who are much quieter than she is. Fenris took a long time before he said more than a handful of words to her ... and still was fairly quiet. She's met a few people here who are the strong silent type and simply chatters along regardless.

"I've seen him, but not shirtless. If it wasn't for you maybe I might have tried." She winks and splashes a little bit of water at him playfully. Hard to say if she meant it or not, but Hawke does like pretty people and she likes sex. Especially now that she's dead and taking things as they come. "You know when I told him he was a looker though, after all he said about you, I'm not sure he believed it. Is he humble or just oblivious to his attractiveness?"

He tips his head to the side, because she can still try. He sees absolutely nothing wrong with people making attempts to flirt with Jake, but that just means he's going to dig his heels into the ground harder and make sure they understand the force they're going up against.

"Oblivious," is Cougar's opinion, seeing as he doesn't think anyone could see Jake naked (which he has, often, even before all this) and not think so. "Personality is the problem." It's definitely the sort of personality that makes you forget what his chest looks like, naked.

"I have a friend who never seems to believe in her own attractiveness. Sweet, sweet girl that she is, and surrounded by us arrogant bastards." Hawke laughs. Merrill really was an odd sort out that way. They may all say that getting in a relationship with them was a disastrous idea, but physically the whole lot of them flaunted their attractiveness. Anders might not flaunt it, but he knew he was handsome. The less she thought about him though the better.

"Personality? But he's such a sweet thing. Very talkative, I suppose, but so am I." Of course she wouldn't consider that a down side. She could chatter all day without pausing for breath. They were kin spirits that way. "He said you two were military together? Fraternization was a concern? It's not the same for us. People slept with each other fairly freely to get rid of pent energy."

Cougar smirks at her very apt decision that they're arrogant. He'd add vain, but he also doesn't want to get too self-critical, because he's not thinking he's vain so much as knows what he looks like. It sounds like the friend of Hawke's would very much get along with Jake, if he's honest.

"Too much talk, sometimes," is what Cougar says, because he has a habit of putting his foot in his mouth when it comes to women, which usually makes the women not even consider him because of how much babbling and idiocy comes out of him.

Shame that Cougar's gotten to the point that he likes it.

"It was an issue," he adds. "Why I never made a move." That didn't stop him from making sure that no one else made moves on him, though.

"I like the talk, but I have been informed I talk too much by many a person. Especially in the middle of fights. And making colorful commentary during public debates and stirring the pot." Hawke is many things, but subtle is not one of them. She knows how to be. She's an exceptional stealth expert, and she can turn off the cheerful side of her like a switch when she had to get down to business. But much of her chattering was as much of a weapon and act as anything else. Jake at least was always very sincere about it.

"I sincerely have no idea what would have happened if people weren't allowed to have sex in the ranks. I suppose they would have anyway." She certainly would have anyway. Or maybe not. "I did generally try to keep sex and work separate, when possible. Or friends and sex separate. It failed miserably. I have too many attractive friends." Hawke runs her fingers through the water in front of her thoughtfully. "Well you made the move now and you've hooked yourself a handsome fellow. So good on you. He's smitten. It must be going well."

This is why Cougar is already starting to like her. It's not just because he likes finding someone else who doesn't seem to mind at all being naked or anything like this, but it's nice to not have to talk to fill the space between them. When someone else is willing to do it, that makes him even happier and he's good to just listen and let hr go.

His pleased expression, he hopes, says this, and he relaxes a little more than he was. "There was sex," he says with a smirk. Usually between him and civilians, and there had been many beautiful women over the years and the occasional man. "You don't fuck inside your team." That had been a hard and fast rule to follow, though there's no team here.

"Smitten?" he echoes, arching his brows, because now he definitely wants to hear more.

Hawke learned the art of filling up space quite a time ago, which helped when she dealt with quieter individuals or shy ones. Fenris, for example, she was aggressively friendly to until he accepted it. She didn't see quiet people as anyone she had to force to be social. If they wanted to talk, they could. If they didn't, she'd talk enough for them both. She smiles though when he relaxes and doesn't seem to mind her, dark eyes watching him. He really is a handsome fellow.

"Most of us stuck to that rule within our team. If the others were having sex, they were fantastic at hiding it from me." She couldn't imagine any of them hooking up though. Who would it even be? Fenris and Merrill? She almost laughs at the very thought of it. "I get it though. You can't exactly have love squabbles if the team is supposed too be harmonious, and people might put their partner over the others or the team itself." It is a rational rule. Just not one she was likely to follow.

"You didn't read it? He was practically writing an ode to you. The thirst was so very real." Hawke laughs. "Here, you can see it for yourself." Hawke is fairly good with her wrist band these days. Tech might be strange to her, but she leans quickly. She searches for a moment and then brings it up, turning her wrist about and moving closer so she can show him what Jake posted.

Not just that, but he thinks if Clay had found any of them fucking, he wouldn't have hesitated to shoot their dicks off just so he didn't have to hear it. He knows Roque had threatened him to keep his women out of the team houses for that same reason, so there's little doubt in his mind.

He tips his head to the side and starts reading through it. He'd glanced at it, but after sending Jake a quick snapshot of his face, he hadn't gone through it in depth. Seeing it now like this, his face lights up with amusement, even if it's also a little smug.

"Silky hair," he reads. "Not sure I'm a statue. Not tall enough." Tall, but not tall enough, to him.

Hawke thinks it's all terribly sweet, and she smiles softly. While love really destroyed her, it has only made her skeptical about love for herself, not about love for other people. She's not resentful or sad seeing other people have it. Some things you just aren't meant for. "True, I'll say that's the only qualm I'd have, seeing you now. You don't seem taller than me."

She takes her hand back and keeps a respectful physical distance from him, close enough to talk but not so close it would seem inappropriate to a boyfriend. While Hawke herself was never the jealous sort, she knows others can be. "But perhaps you seem tall in his mind because of the entire package. When someone carries themselves with confidence, it can come off as taller." She grins at him. "That's why a few of my legends claim I'm six foot and carry a gigantic sword."

He's tall enough, that should be all that matters. Then again, being on a tall team means he just felt short all the time, even if Pooch had been around the same height. He snorts as he thinks about what Jake said. "Mostly, I lie down," he says, gesturing with his hand.

He'd say about eighty percent of when Jake sees him, he's on his stomach, laid flat with his rifle. "Maybe, I seem longer," he deadpans, smirking as he thinks about the picture he makes, always splayed out, legs slightly apart, giving himself the best balance.

"Gigantic sword?" he echoes, smirking. "Real? Or figurative," he jokes, eyes flicking lower.

Hawke stares at him for a few seconds, trying not to take that as dirty as it sounds. Because it seems like he's making a reference to something else, but it's outside of her experience. "Lie down doing what?" she finally asks, because she can only guess what he means. He probably doesn't mean sex. Her mind just goes there apparently.

She laughs. "Figurative. There are some people who hear the name and think I'm a man though." The story goes far and wide. Much of it is word of mouth, some things change. "It's better to be the stuff of legends, because people can only guess what you look like." In Kirkwall, everyone knew her on sight of course, but having the shroud of legend kept her from being recognized on the run afterward.

His brow furrows as she asks the question, because he would think that someone who has experience fighting would know a sniper when she hears one. He forgets, sometimes, that not everyone here is from the same time as him and Jake.

"Long range eliminations," he says, with little joy. It's his job, he doesn't take pleasure in it. In fact, he's wary of the ones who do, because it usually means something is wrong. "You lie to take the shot," he says, miming pulling the trigger.

"You look very good," he praises. "Jake could write a thesis for you too, I think."

"If I tried to lie down when I shoot my bow from a distance, it would be pointless. You must be talking about one of those gun things everyone's mentioned, yeah? I'm dying to test one out, just because I keep hearing about them." But there didn't appear to be any there, and her disaster twin seemed very against them as a concept, for some reason. Hawke is only curious, she's not going to go out of her way to find one.

"I'm from a place that has dragons and elves and magic, which I know is not the same across all of our worlds. Which is a right shame, as dragons truly are spectacular and should exist everywhere." Hawke really loves dragons. She's killed dragons, but she loves them.

Hawke smiles warmly, winks, and blows a kiss at him. "Well if you two ever decide you want a guest in your bed, I'd be happy to volunteer. If you aren't offended by the suggestion, of course. My darling Isabela and I used to invite people in occasionally, it was a good time.

He nods when she talks about the gun. He can't draw it, can't show her what he means, but he can mentally see every piece of it from the daily cleans that he went through and the assembling and dissembling that was his favourite hobby.

"Maybe some world need more magic." That's his opinion, because he knows he'd be thrilled if they had a little more of it, not that he talks a lot about his desire to live in a fantastical world. He has the feeling Pooch would never let him live it down and definitely Jake wouldn't.

He snorts and gives her an amused look. "Maybe," he admits, because he's not sure what Jake will want to do. "I can ask."

"Magic can be a whole lot of trouble, so maybe not."

Hawke smiles at him, tilting her head to the side with arched eyebrows. "If you do, let me know."

[ooc: maybe nice wrap on this as they're about to have One Man Show :D]

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