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the champion's rogue heart
WHO: Astrid Hawke
WHERE: Fountain, Inn
WHEN: April 26th and 27th
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: OPEN
April 26th - Fountain, Midday
April 27th - Inn
WHERE: Fountain, Inn
WHEN: April 26th and 27th
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: OPEN
April 26th - Fountain, Midday
Hawke is fairly certain that the Nightmare Demon she was fighting didn't have the ability to make her drown. Then again, she was in the Fade last she checked and the Fade is malleable enough to manage that. Still, the demon knows she hates spiders most of all. Why it would try to drown her is beyond her comprehension at the moment.
Not that she minds not staring at giant arachnids at the moment, but it is confusing.
Those thoughts flit across her mind as she struggles to push herself to the surface of the water. She can see it glinting above her like Isabela's ship, like a priceless personal goal that's just out of reach. Just a little further. She reaches, her hand breaks through, and then she's sucking in deep lungfuls of air as she pushes herself up and out, nearly falling over the edge and onto the ground below. For a few seconds, she just lies there, catching her breath and looking around for any sign of the Nightmare Demon.
Nothing. Groaning to herself about the way her life has gone, she finally rolls over and pushes herself to her feet. "That's two apologies the Chantry owes me," she complains with her usual dry humor. "This doesn't look like the Maker's bosom, either."
April 27th - Inn
Hawke takes up a room at the Inn at the first opportunity and her first day is spent just trying to cope. Of course, Hawke's version of coping is hardly the same as everyone else's, so mostly she stays away and tries to figure out what she can. She gets the main idea of the place and that's enough. No one has heard of Thedas. It's enough to make a girl crazy.
So the next day, she hangs out in the Inn proper and not in her room. It almost reminds her of the Hanged Man and that realization brings with it a squeeze of pain. She misses her companions, even if it was her choice to leave Kirkwall. She wonders vaguely how Bethany is doing, if Isabela has managed to find herself a new ship, if Fenris ever cleaned his estate, what Merrill is doing now, and if Aveline and Donnic have decided to try for children. They would make good parents, she thinks. Her mind wanders to Varric and she finds herself smiling into her cup of tea as she sits by the fire. She misses him most of all and she knows he probably misses her, too. He and Aveline were her best friends and she really misses their counsel. And Varric's very broad sense of humor and storytelling.
She keeps her mind pointedly away from Anders. That is a subject she would rather avoid.
Once she has drained her cup, with or without company, she sets about asking for work, trying to see if anyone needs any kind of help. Anyone nearby may find her walking up to start a conversation with a quick, "Mind if I ask you something?" If they say no, she'll start asking and hopefully not badgering, but if they say no, she'll politely leave them alone. Or as politely as possible.
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"I'm always happy to help," she says honestly. Although his question about Thedas has one of her eyebrows rising. That's a difficult question to answer. "Anything in particular you want to know or shall I start with prejudice, darkspawn, demons, and how everyone wants to kill each other?"
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"I feel like you would enjoy my sister, Arya," Jon said. "She could talk to you quite a bit about people killing one another."
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"Oh? Are there a lot of thugs in Westeros?" Hawke asks, her interest piqued in spite of herself. "Is it possible to offend someone just by offering to help?"
That had been fun. Not that she could really blame the Dalish, she did understand in a way thanks to Merrill, but at the same time the whole lot of that clan was really bitter.
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"No, she just...would prefer to be a warrior than work on her needlework, if that means anything to you. She has a lot of anger to work out."
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Then again, in Thedas, people get offended if someone offers to help so it's really a toss-up no matter what happens.
"Anger management issues? She should talk to Fenris. They would get along smashingly."
Except maybe she should not set up the young girl with a former slave with issues. It could go badly. Or it could be the greatest friendship ever. Who really knows?
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"But she's very intelligent, one of the most intelligent people I've ever met. Do you have any siblings?"
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"Yes. My sister, Bethany. She isn't here and I don't know that I would want her to be." Especially if it means this is the afterlife, whatever it is. Hawke misses Bethany so much, but given Hawke's current status as most likely dead, she can't imagine Bethany would take it lightly. On the other hand Carver might have been a little shit, but she misses him, too.
"Bethany was always too sweet for Thedas. Smart, though I'm sure she would get along better with your other sibling."
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And now? Now he was apparently the King in the North.
"Why wouldn't you want her to come here, though? Wouldn't it be good to have her here, know that she was safe?"
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"Is it safe? Can you guarantee my sister's safety? What if our mabari doesn't come with her? What if her hair turns an unfortunate color to match the colored clothes we wake up in? What if all of this is a dream and it doesn't matter anyway?"
Hawke is nothing if not protective of the one remaining family member she has left.
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No harm had come to his family aside from Sansa's injury and she'd recovered quickly enough.
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"See, whenever too many Hawkes gather, someone ends up dead," she points out, voice dripping with humor to cover how very true it seems to be. "If she's in Thedas, at least I'll know she's alive."
It might seem a little backwards to normal people, but considering that Hawke died to get here, she's pretty sure, having someone else she knows turn up here would make her question their fate, too. She doesn't want that for Bethany. Her sister deserves the best life possible.
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"That's what they called men of the Watch back home. Crows, on account that we all wear black."
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"The Watch. Is that like the city guard?"
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And now he was King in the North, which was quite a shift in status for a bastard. "I commanded the army there."
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"You must be a good warrior. Sword and shield or do you like holding things with both hands?"
Hawke, no.
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"I usually wield a bastard sword," Jon said. "Rarely a shield, usually just the two handed sword and hope for the best. I'm a keen eye with a bow, as well, which has proven more useful here than the sword."
No weapons save for those bows, after all, and Jon didn't know how they would deal with an enemy that got past their perimeter without some sort of hand to hand weapons. It was something to consider - they needed a palisade, of some sort, or a moat. Perhaps both.
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"I never go anywhere without a warrior to help. I think you and I will make a good hunting party." Or will once they get some decent swords out here.
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"It usually helps to have someone who can take a bit of punishment," Jon said, laughing lightly. He had always thrown himself into battle to protect others and he imagined it would never change. Even here, he would lay his life down for his sisters or for Margaery; he couldn't imagine being any different.
"I try to do my best to keep those with me safe from harm. I would rather take injury myself than see someone I care about get hurt. I've always been that way. That might seem reckless but it's a noble sort of reckless, isn't it?"
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Hawke makes a mental note to point that out to her next time Aveline comments on how much Hawke refuses to take the easy way out. And then she remembers that unless Aveline gets dragged here, she won’t get that chance.
“Maybe. But I’ve known someone else like that.” Fenris might have been good at taking things down, but he never quite was willing to take the punishment for everyone else. Not like Aveline. “One of my best friends used to say... ‘Protect what matters with everything you have or you’ll have nothing and deserve it.’ I think you’d like her.”
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Jon's loyalty to House Stark was unshakeable, even when he was supposed to forsake the name of his house and pledge allegiance to the Watch alone. That loyalty had driven him to protect Sansa, to retake Winterfell. He could agree with the sentiment of Hawke's friend.
"If you don't have something to fight for, it's hard to keep fighting."
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"Well, Serah Warrior, I think I should find someone else to bother for a few hours," she jokes. "I'll take you up on your offer of a hunting party when I'm slightly more... settled."
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Jon nodded. "I shouldn't keep you any longer, no. I live at the house on the far end of the road, nearly the very last one - but I usually am in the woods by dawn if you'd like to join me some morning."
He assessed her for a moment and nodded again. "We need good marksmen like you. Or markswomen, as the case may be."
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"None at all," Jon assured her. He gave her a smile, albeit a small one, and tipped his head a bit in deference. "It was good to have met you, Hawke, and I hope that we'll be able to go hunting sometime soon."
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