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meadowlarklogs2020-03-07 10:14 pm
championofsnark) wrote in meadowlarklogs2020-03-07 10:14 pm
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Do I look like the leader of this merry band of misfits?
WHO: Marian Hawke + you
WHERE: Fighting rings, dreams
WHEN: March 15ish-31stish
WHAT: Hawke living her life, beating people up, dreaming horrible things, the usual
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Body horror, loss of parent, terrorism, mass death, violence, woohoo
1. Fighting Rings, pre-and-post-dreams
[Mid-month, Hawke is having a grand time throwing herself time and time again into the fighting rings. She wins more than she loses, and while it'll take some time before she becomes a real name, it's growing by the fight. It's not just that she wins, it's that even when she loses she makes it an interesting experience to watch. She's fast and witty, often making snide remarks even when punched in the face, and it gets people's attention.
Often after a match, she'll end up at the bar; if she's won, there will be people around her chatting and she chats amiably right back, and if she's lost, she'll make fun of herself to anyone who will listen as she wipes the blood and sweat off herself. Anyone who wants to come meet her or talk about fighting, she's welcoming.
Later toward the end of the month, after a few of these dreams have started to haunt her, she will start being more reckless and grimmer during fights. She will be ruthless, brutal, and come nearer to killing people than she probably should be, but stop in time. She's far less friendly and there's a darkness to her than before, often storming off without a word.]
2. The one good memory! The Hanged Man!
[The Hanged Man is a medieval-appearing tavern in the heart of Kirkwall that gets busy during the night with all kinds of warriors, mercenaries, and sometimes questionable thieves and assassins. But in that bar, everyone tries to calm their arses down. There's only an occasional bar fight, otherwise there's singing, dice and card playing, and general revelry.
The Champion's table is a particularly rowdy one. The group of misfits are often loud, mocking each other, and laughing. A lot of beer is put around and usually it's Varric telling a grand old story that the others are tearing apart. They're playing a game of Wicked Grace and Hawke gets up to go to the bar.
She's pulled up a pint of ale, in her typical clothes with her blades and armor strapped on, but otherwise casual. She watches them with a smile, comforted for now in watching instead of joining in.
3. Rest in Peace, Leandra Dreamscape - TW for parental death and body horror
[Hawke was frantic when she found out her mother was abducted by the hite-lily murderer, confronting the bastard in a place of his choosing. It wasn't a smart or safe plan, flying in there not knowing what came ahead of her, but it didn't matter. Gascard, who brought them there, betrayed the group and ended up with a crossbow in the throat to show for it. Varric and Anders flank Hawke in this memory, ready to help her at any cost, but none of them are prepared for what happens.
When Quentin reveals what happened to her mother, Hawke in this memory screams. Demons appear and she kills them, destroys everything in her path, covers the ground with the blood of anyone that gets in her way. After there's nothing left to kill, Leandra falls into her daughter's arms. A frankenstein creation of a woman now, she cannot survive, her body no longer animated with Quentin's death.
Instead of what truly happened, Hawke's mother does not speak of being proud, or of seeing her son Carver and her husband again. No, as Hawke cradles her, she tells her the worst things Hawke tells herself.] This was all your fault. First Carver and now me. You let them take Bethany, you destroyed our family. You destroyed Kirkwall. It should have been you. [She tenderly touches Hawke's face as tears fall down her face.] Everything would be better if you were never born.
4. Hawke Has Bad Taste In Men Dream - TW for murder and betrayal
[It starts out as something terrible but unfortunately very typical. Meredith and Orsino screaming at each other about Templars and Mages and Hawke just mostly being exhausted by it. All her companions are there too and she sighs, wondering when this is going to end, if ever. They're in a brightly lit coutyard and it seems like a deceptively nice day outside of the bickering.
Until Anders appears. Hawke turns to him when he arrives, and because this is a dream and not what truly happened, she speaks before he can.] Don't do it. Anders, Please. This time be different. This time. I love you, we can fix this. [She runs toward him but then the memory keeps playing and the Chantry explodes behind her, killing countless people. Hawke still doesn't know the number. Not from the explosion, not from the mayhem that came after. Perhaps she thinks if she heard the number she'd go mad.
The rest happens. Anders starts a war. Meredith threatens to murder all of the mages, Hawke has to stop her. These things move all around her as soldiers fight and die, and all she's left with is Anders. The others seem to disappear. He sits before her, back to her, and she puts a sword to his neck.]
I let you live, but I shouldn't have. [Tears coat her face as well as blood.] You broke me, you broke Kirkwall. This time I'll end you. [She makes as if to strike him, helpless and unarmed but more powerful than she'll ever be.]
***[OOC: Note that only difference in Anders scene is that Hawke does not say she would understand, she says 'that's a convenient excuse' but I could find no video that said that.]
WHERE: Fighting rings, dreams
WHEN: March 15ish-31stish
WHAT: Hawke living her life, beating people up, dreaming horrible things, the usual
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Body horror, loss of parent, terrorism, mass death, violence, woohoo
1. Fighting Rings, pre-and-post-dreams
[Mid-month, Hawke is having a grand time throwing herself time and time again into the fighting rings. She wins more than she loses, and while it'll take some time before she becomes a real name, it's growing by the fight. It's not just that she wins, it's that even when she loses she makes it an interesting experience to watch. She's fast and witty, often making snide remarks even when punched in the face, and it gets people's attention.
Often after a match, she'll end up at the bar; if she's won, there will be people around her chatting and she chats amiably right back, and if she's lost, she'll make fun of herself to anyone who will listen as she wipes the blood and sweat off herself. Anyone who wants to come meet her or talk about fighting, she's welcoming.
Later toward the end of the month, after a few of these dreams have started to haunt her, she will start being more reckless and grimmer during fights. She will be ruthless, brutal, and come nearer to killing people than she probably should be, but stop in time. She's far less friendly and there's a darkness to her than before, often storming off without a word.]
2. The one good memory! The Hanged Man!
[The Hanged Man is a medieval-appearing tavern in the heart of Kirkwall that gets busy during the night with all kinds of warriors, mercenaries, and sometimes questionable thieves and assassins. But in that bar, everyone tries to calm their arses down. There's only an occasional bar fight, otherwise there's singing, dice and card playing, and general revelry.
The Champion's table is a particularly rowdy one. The group of misfits are often loud, mocking each other, and laughing. A lot of beer is put around and usually it's Varric telling a grand old story that the others are tearing apart. They're playing a game of Wicked Grace and Hawke gets up to go to the bar.
She's pulled up a pint of ale, in her typical clothes with her blades and armor strapped on, but otherwise casual. She watches them with a smile, comforted for now in watching instead of joining in.
3. Rest in Peace, Leandra Dreamscape - TW for parental death and body horror
[Hawke was frantic when she found out her mother was abducted by the hite-lily murderer, confronting the bastard in a place of his choosing. It wasn't a smart or safe plan, flying in there not knowing what came ahead of her, but it didn't matter. Gascard, who brought them there, betrayed the group and ended up with a crossbow in the throat to show for it. Varric and Anders flank Hawke in this memory, ready to help her at any cost, but none of them are prepared for what happens.
When Quentin reveals what happened to her mother, Hawke in this memory screams. Demons appear and she kills them, destroys everything in her path, covers the ground with the blood of anyone that gets in her way. After there's nothing left to kill, Leandra falls into her daughter's arms. A frankenstein creation of a woman now, she cannot survive, her body no longer animated with Quentin's death.
Instead of what truly happened, Hawke's mother does not speak of being proud, or of seeing her son Carver and her husband again. No, as Hawke cradles her, she tells her the worst things Hawke tells herself.] This was all your fault. First Carver and now me. You let them take Bethany, you destroyed our family. You destroyed Kirkwall. It should have been you. [She tenderly touches Hawke's face as tears fall down her face.] Everything would be better if you were never born.
4. Hawke Has Bad Taste In Men Dream - TW for murder and betrayal
[It starts out as something terrible but unfortunately very typical. Meredith and Orsino screaming at each other about Templars and Mages and Hawke just mostly being exhausted by it. All her companions are there too and she sighs, wondering when this is going to end, if ever. They're in a brightly lit coutyard and it seems like a deceptively nice day outside of the bickering.
Until Anders appears. Hawke turns to him when he arrives, and because this is a dream and not what truly happened, she speaks before he can.] Don't do it. Anders, Please. This time be different. This time. I love you, we can fix this. [She runs toward him but then the memory keeps playing and the Chantry explodes behind her, killing countless people. Hawke still doesn't know the number. Not from the explosion, not from the mayhem that came after. Perhaps she thinks if she heard the number she'd go mad.
The rest happens. Anders starts a war. Meredith threatens to murder all of the mages, Hawke has to stop her. These things move all around her as soldiers fight and die, and all she's left with is Anders. The others seem to disappear. He sits before her, back to her, and she puts a sword to his neck.]
I let you live, but I shouldn't have. [Tears coat her face as well as blood.] You broke me, you broke Kirkwall. This time I'll end you. [She makes as if to strike him, helpless and unarmed but more powerful than she'll ever be.]
***[OOC: Note that only difference in Anders scene is that Hawke does not say she would understand, she says 'that's a convenient excuse' but I could find no video that said that.]
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I haven't figured mine out yet. My sister and father were magic users, so I suppose I'm too used to being without them that I don't know how to tap into any.
[She supposes that Bethany would immediately be able to figure out hers, having lived with powers her entire life. It must be nice. But Hawke also hasn't gone out of her way to try and figure them out. She has a feeling they'll pop up when she's about to die, like any good unexpected save at the knick of time that she's rather famous for.]
I don't plan on leaning on them though, they can be a crutch. I know many a mage who only knows magic and not how to fight, so once you get around the magic, they're sitting ducks.
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I make copies. [ which seems too on the nose for her, but she certainly isn't daring to think about that. ] Not real. Illusions. These powers do not exist on regular earth, so I am also not wanting to rely on them.
And illusions cannot punch. [ the worst part! ]
Hopefully you are finding yours when you are not in the fighting ring.
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[Hey, distraction tactics aren't a bad thing! It can be effective to throw something shiny at someone so they're distracted enough to be stabbed. Hawke is full of tricks and has zero qualms with doing what Aveline would call 'dishonorable' tactics like throwing sand in someone's eyes or doing whatever it took to win. Aveline had to deal with all of them being that way, poor thing.]
They said it's supposed to have something to do with your inner self or something like that.
[She's using the general we because enough people have said it at her. She has yet to find out what that means or how to utilize it.]
Maybe I can make my hands into blades. I would love that. Being a walking weapon would be brilliant.
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[ she wrinkles her nose. a copy of herself... that would be a great distraction. yes she is aware that technically she wouldn't need a power if any of her sisters were here. maybe that's where the inner self comes from on her end. did someone know and think it would be funny?? ]
[ helena holds up her hand, extending her fingers like knives, her face lighting up at the idea. ] You would never be without weapon. Would be dangerous surprise when throwing punch.
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[She's just going to call it magic, alright, it's special abilities inborn into them in this world that is supernatural, magic! Hawke's face lights up too and she nods, wiggling her fingers.]
Now that would be worth it. I wouldn't have to carry around a blade, I could just make them.
[She's a dreamer. She wishes it could be true. Hawke frowns though and shrugs.]
I should have asked Bethany more about how she does magic, I have thought of elemental magic like hers, imagined snow or ice or lightning, but no luck so far.
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[ it's easier with smaller objects, but she's working on the size!! ]
If hands could not be weapons, would be nice to create weapons instead of just pretend weapons. [ she wrinkles her nose. too many repetitions of the same word makes it sound funny. ] Bethany is your sister? Does she have illusion magic or this other one?
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[Hawke has zero trouble running from a situation. She doesn't consider it cowardly and also wouldn't care if it was, because she's a survivor. If living means running, she'll do it without a question. Or it'll give her more time and space to come up with a good plan. Ask the qunari how dangerous she can be if she runs long enough to strategize.
Her gaze softens, thinking about Bethany, and she nods.]
She's my little sister. Although she's much wiser than I am. [And more mature. And smart. Hawke adores her.] She leans toward elemental magic, so fire and earth, water. She likes fire the most. But she knows some illusions.
[Hawke shrugs.] The circle, where the put mages, has a lot of different types of magic being taught, so she's learned a lot.
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[ helena doesn't necessarily like running away, but she too does understand the value of escaping if it's the right call to make. live to fight another day. the living part is important! ]
[ ah! sisters! helena's relationship with her own sister is still a work in progress, and as much as she wants to fight her twin, the fondness she has for her is enormous. she looks similarly pleased to be talking about siblings. ] I have twin sister. But we do not have magic on regular Earth.
Is she being here? Some people have powers with these elements. She could be expert.
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[All these years later and it still hurts, like a stab right to her heart. Carver, brave and bold and ridiculous and only eighteen. Bethany's managed but Hawke knows she still misses her other half.]
Our brother died years ago. So it's just us now.
[Very much so, with their parents dead too. Except she's not with Bethany, she's here. Hawke also likes talking about siblings though. Bethany's the closest to her heart, and she misses her dearly.]
She isn't. And as much as I'd love to see her, she'd probably hate it, being without her powers.
[They're as fundamental to Bethany as Bethany is to her sister, essentially. Only Hawke has already learned how to live without her, to let them have separate lives.]
What's your sister like?
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[ which is really the simplest, most unassuming story, especially when one considers their first real meeting involved sarah impaling her. good times, just sisters being siblings. ]
I also think she would hate this place. She has daughter, would not want to be apart from her.
I am sorry for your brother. Is always sad to lose family. [ now that helena has one, maybe, could have one with sarah, she thinks she would do anything for the chance to keep it. ]
maybe wrap on this, we can do a more recent one soon? :D
[That is putting it a little mildly as she and Bethany have had some serious ups and downs, but neither of them have ever doubted each other's love or loyalty. The world just isn't very kind to mages, and even Hawke couldn't save her from that reality.]
It was sad, he was only eighteen. My world isn't a gentle one. It's violent and unfair much of the time.
[This isn't said in an unhappy way, more like the type of thing you accept and move on from. It's how the world is. She is realistic about that. Hawke hears her name and turns her head in that direction.]
Ooo looks like I have some winnings to pick up. [She grins.] Find me again later, I'll buy you another drink.
sounds good to me! :'D
[ lots of violence between these twins, between impalement, shootings, handcuffs... it's fine. they're learning to be siblings for real! helena and family is a new concept with or without a twin. ]
Yes, go get winnings. Very important part of match. I will watch for your next fight, Hawke like the bird!
[ no last name, so she just tacks on the bird. that's her name to helena now evidently. hawke like the bird. ]