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[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.

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[blacksky]

Elektra looks at her, stunned to be thought of at all. She doesn't know what she did to deserve this woman, but she has to keep doing it. She could get used to being liked even as a voice in the back of her head reminds her that it never lasts. "That is the kindest thing anyone has ever said to me." Getting her daggers this beautiful would really make her whole life so how can Elektra not accept them when offered? Even a test run is wonderful.

She takes them with great care. The weight is the first thing she notices. Elektra expertly flips one in her hand and giggles in excitement. It's almost unnatural how light they are. What she's give to have a real target to hit with them. "If only every organization was so generous." Elektra laments. She always had to buy her own weapons. Sure, she had the money. It's the principle of it. She wants that kind of reminder that she is priceless even knowing most of her allies seem to hate her for whatever reason.

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Hawke glances back at Elektra with warmth but also slight questioning. "Wow you must know some really shit people." She smiles and winks. "Me and my mates, we give each other weapons as gifts all the time. Or we did." She feels like she has a very, very good gut for people. Outside of some notable exceptions. And if Elektra hasn't had a lot of kindness in her life, Hawke will just make up for it. She also has a weak spot for people overlooked or treated poorly by others. "So now you'll get the benefit, if I get any more."

Hawke watches her flip the dagger with all the grace and skill of herself and the others, which is impressive of course and she's terribly pleased to make another warrior friend. Elektra clearly is trained in the same or similar arts that she is. "Yeah, I know some groups who really skimp, but that's why everyone's waiting to trade their loyalties to a higher bidder. If you're going to be the best mercenary group in town, you'd better have all the cards and then some." She did move away from them, when she moved on, but she has respect still for them, if only a few regrets. "Did you work with a guild or someone else?"

[blacksky]

"So many." Elektra confirms with a laugh, playing it off as a joke. It hurts obviously. It always will. These little moments do a lot to heal all the rejections and misunderstandings that have plagued her. The friends she describes are enviable. She wishes she was one of them. She looks up with both surprise and hope at Hawke reassures her maybe someday she might be. It's a nice thought. It takes all Elektra has not to latch on too hard and scare her off.

She offers the weapons back and very carefully divulges the truth to the other woman. "Someone else. The only best he offered was his training, but he was all I had so I served his cause. I suppose I still do even now." She'd strike down any member of the Hand that appeared. She does care for Danny, an ally of the Chaste. She did leave Stick. It's something she can't ever see herself taking back.

i lost this tag wtf i am sorry

[championofsnark]

Hawke knows all about playing painful things off with a laugh, and her heart goes out to the other woman. She knows time is the only way to open people up, not everyone pours things on the line like her. "Well fuck them, then. I hereby invite you into the Champion of Kirkwall's inner gang of friends." She points at herself when she says Champion, because yes, she's technically that, even after her horrible failure. "I hope you don't mind sarcastic violent rogues who think they're funnier than they are. That's all we let in."

She takes her daggers back, knowing she is going to need to get sheaths for them soon. Maybe a question to pose to Tony later, depending on his projects. "Ahhhh, that's a potentially dangerous route to take with someone. If they're all you have, they can exploit a great deal from you. If it's the wrong someone. Apologies if it's not the case there, I'm just naturally suspicious of everyone." Hawke owes people; she owes money and love and lives, but her allegiance was to herself and doing What (Mostly) Felt Right.

it's okay!! i'm just happy to pick it back up

[blacksky]

She laughs because it sounds so silly. It's true though. It's too often she puts on a show, does what people expect. Elektra appreciates deeply that for once she gets to mean it outside Matthew and Francis. "I accept. I happen to love sarcasm and violence. I'd fit right in, Champion." She emphasizes both to tease and show some pride. It's not easy to be champion of anything, after all.

She sobers significantly at the rest. Elektra pauses carefully here because it does hit a nerve. The apology smooths it over quickly. It's a fair concern, she thinks. It's one even she's had. "Stick does expect a great deal from me. He's a difficult man; some might say cruel. All I know is when he had the choice to kill or save me, he chose right." It's enough for her that someone bothered to.

[championofsnark]

"You're in then." Hawke laughs, and she feels confident in this. If any of her people show up, they'd like Elektra without question, she knows that much. And if they didn't, they'd learn to, because that's what Hawke does. Pick people she likes and claim them for her crew. "Fun fact, I got that title after killing a qunari leader. Have you met Bull yet? They're gigantic and terrifying. His broadsword was longer than my body. I'm still not sure how I survived that one. Luck and speed, mostly." She did do a lot of running and hiding. She's not ashamed of either option.

Hawke sees her grow a little more serious and reflects it. "I'm assuming he saved you, since you're standing here ... although I'm dead and I'm standing here. It could go either way." It was inevitable, to die when you were someone picking fights wth qunari with giant broadswords.

[blacksky]

"We haven't met, but I respect a man who carries a sword bigger than he is." Elektra would adapt the same strategy honestly. She's a ninja, after all. She didn't win battles as a child by playing fair. You have to play to win.

It does pain her that Hawke lost at one point. There is a weighty pause before she blows past that. After all, it's her fate to die too. "I was twelve. I think you'd notice if a little girl befriended you instead. I wasn't nearly as pretty then as I am now." So humble.

[championofsnark]

"Oh no, it wasn't bigger than him. They really are giant. I think Bull is well over seven feet." Hawke barely came up to his shoulder. "I couldn't beat the Arishok with strength, but speed I have." She heard it was quite a fight to watch and not nearly as simple as anyone expected. "It did help people stay off my back. Once you kill someone of that caliber, they cower in their boots for awhile, before someone inevitably forgets." She shrugs. Ah, the glamorous life of a champion.

Hawke's eyebrows go way up at that. "He was supposed to kill you at twelve? That's rather harsh." She really, really doesn't approve of kid killing. She isn't sure if Elektra is up to explaining why though, so she does give her a bit of an out. "That sounds like a story to hear over some liquor."

[blacksky]

She nods knowingly at that. Elektra is never seen. It's a necessity for someone calling themself a ninja. It did ensure the Chaste were forever terrified of her. The memory of that and the one time someone had the balls to do something about it make her smile bitterly. "We'd need plenty of liquor to touch that one. It's not a pretty story." A child having to fight off older men trying to kill her never is.

[championofsnark]

"We'll make it a drinking date then. Pour our worst stories into a bottle of booze." It wouldn't be her first or last time. Hawke and her friends are drinkers and true believers of alcohol as a perfectly reasonable coping mechanism. She smiles and then hands one of the blades to Elektra again. "Let's go have a spar. We'll see how good we both are with them." IT's the least she can do.


[wrap maybe for this one?]

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[blacksky]

"Now that I would love to do." And then they went off to have appropriately violent and fun sparring session. The end.