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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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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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