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riverview2018-06-12 06:58 pm
indigobird) wrote in riverview2018-06-12 06:58 pm
01 🐦 (video; un: hawke)
[Hawke's been thrown her fair share of curveballs by life, but this? This is... different. Okay, that's putting it delicately: this shit's weird, as Varric would probably say. And as someone who's seen a LOT of weird shit, that's saying something. It's a lot to take in, but Relm, despite being rattled, doesn't let it show. Her usual snark hides the nervousness she's feeling at being in a new place and far away from the familiar.
At least there's a way to get back... though Maker knows how long it'll take. And honestly? She's not in much of a rush. If it weren't for Carver and her friends, scattered as they are, she probably wouldn't be inclined to go back at all. Not that she'll admit it.
With a little introduction and instructions, some money and a pat on the back to send her on her way, Relm finds herself wandering the city. Sure, she could go to her new place (ugh, communal living) but instead she winds up sitting in some grass in a quiet location, just trying to get her thoughts together. And it's then she remembers the little... phone, they called it? She could talk to a bunch of people at once with it. They even showed her how to use it.
A big mistake, as they'll all discover.
Well, if she's going to be here for Maker knows how long, might as well introduce herself and get a feel for the others here.]
Oh I do love it when life keeps reminding me that it's capable of surprising me. You'd think by now I'd have learned my lesson, but oh no. Foolish, foolish me.
[It's all said in a joking, almost laughing tone.]
Riverview. Quaint name. Not so quaint city. The ridiculously high buildings are going to take some getting used to. It's all so... clean. A laughable complaint, maybe, but well, I'm going to complain anyway.
The oh so lovely people at the gate gave me the basics, but there are a few horrendously pressing questions I do have for you lot:
One, where are the best places to drink? Two, what's the general view about mages and magic here? And three, where does one acquire... let's say art supplies? Paper or parchment, ink or charcoal, and the like? Maybe even paint if I feel so inclined.
[She almost goes to end it there, but, well, her mother didn't raise a complete barbarian.]
Oh, yes, introductions. My name is Hawke. Hopefully my reputation didn't precede me here.
At least there's a way to get back... though Maker knows how long it'll take. And honestly? She's not in much of a rush. If it weren't for Carver and her friends, scattered as they are, she probably wouldn't be inclined to go back at all. Not that she'll admit it.
With a little introduction and instructions, some money and a pat on the back to send her on her way, Relm finds herself wandering the city. Sure, she could go to her new place (ugh, communal living) but instead she winds up sitting in some grass in a quiet location, just trying to get her thoughts together. And it's then she remembers the little... phone, they called it? She could talk to a bunch of people at once with it. They even showed her how to use it.
A big mistake, as they'll all discover.
Well, if she's going to be here for Maker knows how long, might as well introduce herself and get a feel for the others here.]
Oh I do love it when life keeps reminding me that it's capable of surprising me. You'd think by now I'd have learned my lesson, but oh no. Foolish, foolish me.
[It's all said in a joking, almost laughing tone.]
Riverview. Quaint name. Not so quaint city. The ridiculously high buildings are going to take some getting used to. It's all so... clean. A laughable complaint, maybe, but well, I'm going to complain anyway.
The oh so lovely people at the gate gave me the basics, but there are a few horrendously pressing questions I do have for you lot:
One, where are the best places to drink? Two, what's the general view about mages and magic here? And three, where does one acquire... let's say art supplies? Paper or parchment, ink or charcoal, and the like? Maybe even paint if I feel so inclined.
[She almost goes to end it there, but, well, her mother didn't raise a complete barbarian.]
Oh, yes, introductions. My name is Hawke. Hopefully my reputation didn't precede me here.
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[What are standards, he lived at a circus??
At her mention of his name Molly smiles, all sharp teeth but kind features.]
...and my apologies! I'm Mollymauk Tealeaf.
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[She lived on a farm and then in a mansion. And yet... "what are standards" is exactly it. Who needs them, anyway?
THOSE ARE SOME TEETH. Maybe a little off putting but who's she to judge?]
...your surname is amazing, by the way.
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[ High five for weird class journeys!
...and yeah, ignore the fact that he's a chain-bikini away from being a desire demon. ]
Isn't it? Hawke is lovely, too. Short and flattering.
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[Hey, embrace the desire demon aesthetic in full. It's a great look.]
Why thank you. Consider me just as flattered.
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So tell me, future good friend of mine. What else is there in this place? I've heard a variety of rather odd, albeit intriguing things. Anything you're particularly fond of or would recommend?
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[ Fuck, don't mess with his age, don't mess with his age! Fuck, he can't do that, he's Mollymauk Tealeaf, he is a member of the Mighty Nein, he's a person, he's a real person, he's not empty, he doesn't want that again!
'Scuse the nervous breakdown. ]
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It happens if you consume something that causes it, or so I was told. My source said they label those sort of things, so you shouldn't have it sprung on you without your knowing.
[She hopes that helps?? Please don't freak out new friend????]
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[ He can deal with that. ]
My apologies.
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