Oh no, it's much too early to call it a night. Nothing good happens when you go to bed early. Just becoming older and more boring and maybe a neck cramp.
[She puts her hands into her pockets and glances around the city that still hasn't become any sort of familiar, really.]
[He catches the glance around and figures it means he's more familiar, so he takes the lead. Cants his head down an alley in a "follow me" and heads out at a long-legged amble while she ruminates. Not rushed, but not particularly slow. Easy enough in pace, now that they've shaken loose of the hecklers—and not hurried enough to draw the attention of more, if they're lucky.
He's quiet for her answer. But then, thoughtfully—]
...Yeah, think I know what you mean.
[It's not Goldwalk, none of the familiar feel of the drinking joints by the canals that he'd seen wiped out and gone. But if you look hard enough— Some things are just constant over worlds, apparently.]
Why don't you tell me about your old haunts. I'll see what I can do.
[For him, it was the cozy joints by the canals, all dimmed lights and jazzy music with the Hammers game on the monitors or the pool cues lined up on the sides. Red had a favored place uptown they'd swing by sometimes to see what was new, high-class and gold trim and avant garde art on the walls and the speakers to be discovered or discussed. He doesn't know Hawke well enough to know her tastes, but if she hums a few bars, (hah), maybe he can consult his map of Olympia's dives for a good guess.]
The Hanged Man is a complete shit hole. The ale tastes like piss and the whiskey tastes worse but it's at least the strongest in town. There's always a few shady characters in a corner and it's not a good night unless there's a fight or two.
[Which... all sounds terrible but she's saying it genuinely like a compliment]
For now. Let's hope it's not the calm before the storm. I haven't had much good luck getting two warring sides to put aside their differences. It's just easier to be cross with each other.
[Hawke sighs and leans back against a log and glances around as if half expecting some one from both sides to jump out at her and insist she's being needlessly paranoid and then threaten to imprison her for the criticism.]
[Hawke gives him a deeply concerned look. Like he just said something really stupid and she feels sorry for him and isn't sure how to politely correct him.]
It's not about brightness it's about area of affect. Which you're lacking. Something might just jump out at you from your blindspot.
[All dogs are good dogs but Hawke's dog is the best dog and she'll kill you if you disagree. KILL YOU.
Hawke cocks an eyebrow and observes Cullen. She's received this reaction from others before. Something something her but a man, something something he has a beard and it's probably still not as nice as her hair or a beard if she could grow one. But instead she fixates on the comment about someone she thinks about often despite herself.]
Varric? Viscount? Are you quite alright? You might be hitting the Lyrium a little bit too hard.
[She makes a rude gesture indicating however Templars consume their lyrium. Bioware only knows.]
[ Her expression seems to shift at the mention of Varric, which. Hey. Makes sense. Varric has quite the reputation. And despite several attempts to stay out of the limelight, he always manages to end up in it. Or at least close to it by proxy of who he hangs around. ]
Yes, Viscount. He'd poured enough money into rebuilding Kirkwall after the Chantry blew up, so the city just decided to give him the title.
[ There was only slightly more politicking than that, but not much. ]
And I can assure, it is no madness. I quit lyrium nearly three years ago when I left the Templar order.
Oh really? Did he build a statue of me? I always told him "Varric, if you ever become Viscount of Kirkwall make sure you put a statue of me in the middle of Hightown. And make sure you make it look like I had really big tits".
[She gestures to her chest which is mostly flat and unimpressive. It's a much better thing to talk about than horrible explosions and disasters befalling Kirkwall. She's done her best to avoid talking about that and will continue to do so without shame.]
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Date: 2018-03-17 02:34 pm (UTC)[She puts her hands into her pockets and glances around the city that still hasn't become any sort of familiar, really.]
Besides, there's something nostalgic about pubs.
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Date: 2018-03-19 06:16 am (UTC)He's quiet for her answer. But then, thoughtfully—]
...Yeah, think I know what you mean.
[It's not Goldwalk, none of the familiar feel of the drinking joints by the canals that he'd seen wiped out and gone. But if you look hard enough— Some things are just constant over worlds, apparently.]
Why don't you tell me about your old haunts. I'll see what I can do.
[For him, it was the cozy joints by the canals, all dimmed lights and jazzy music with the Hammers game on the monitors or the pool cues lined up on the sides. Red had a favored place uptown they'd swing by sometimes to see what was new, high-class and gold trim and avant garde art on the walls and the speakers to be discovered or discussed. He doesn't know Hawke well enough to know her tastes, but if she hums a few bars, (hah), maybe he can consult his map of Olympia's dives for a good guess.]
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Date: 2018-03-24 05:06 am (UTC)[Which... all sounds terrible but she's saying it genuinely like a compliment]
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Date: 2018-03-29 06:30 am (UTC)Think I've had my fill of fights, tonight.
[If you don't mind a middle ground. But, he seems to take this all under consideration, while he gets his bearings.—]
Lets see... There's a place called the Silversmith a couple blocks east. Got to be winding down, this time of night.
[You can pass judgment, see how it measures up.]
Wanda - April Intro Log
Date: 2018-04-27 11:10 pm (UTC)[Hawke sighs and leans back against a log and glances around as if half expecting some one from both sides to jump out at her and insist she's being needlessly paranoid and then threaten to imprison her for the criticism.]
Tony Stark - April Intro Log
Date: 2018-04-27 11:12 pm (UTC)It's not about brightness it's about area of affect. Which you're lacking. Something might just jump out at you from your blindspot.
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Date: 2018-04-30 12:44 am (UTC)So you can set my blindspot on fire when I'm not looking, you mean.
[ He's known this woman for all of two minutes and already decided she's a hazard to herself and others. ]
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Date: 2018-04-30 01:10 am (UTC)[WHAT A BRAT!!]
Cullen April Intro Log
Date: 2018-04-28 01:28 am (UTC)Hawke cocks an eyebrow and observes Cullen. She's received this reaction from others before. Something something her but a man, something something he has a beard and it's probably still not as nice as her hair or a beard if she could grow one. But instead she fixates on the comment about someone she thinks about often despite herself.]
Varric? Viscount? Are you quite alright? You might be hitting the Lyrium a little bit too hard.
[She makes a rude gesture indicating however Templars consume their lyrium. Bioware only knows.]
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Date: 2018-04-28 01:46 am (UTC)[ Her expression seems to shift at the mention of Varric, which. Hey. Makes sense. Varric has quite the reputation. And despite several attempts to stay out of the limelight, he always manages to end up in it. Or at least close to it by proxy of who he hangs around. ]
Yes, Viscount. He'd poured enough money into rebuilding Kirkwall after the Chantry blew up, so the city just decided to give him the title.
[ There was only slightly more politicking than that, but not much. ]
And I can assure, it is no madness. I quit lyrium nearly three years ago when I left the Templar order.
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Date: 2018-04-28 02:20 am (UTC)[She gestures to her chest which is mostly flat and unimpressive. It's a much better thing to talk about than horrible explosions and disasters befalling Kirkwall. She's done her best to avoid talking about that and will continue to do so without shame.]