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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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[Oh dear. There's Cullen being serious, which is par for the course, and then there's Cullen being serious, which means something's up. And she's very much suspecting it's the latter by now.]
All right. Little new here, so care to tell me roughly how to get to them? [As she asks this, she's getting to her feet.]
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He rattles off the directions to the barracks from the station nearest the middle of the city.
And when she finally arrives, he's ready to really face this again.]
You're late. It hardly takes forty-five minutes to reach the barracks with the directions I gave you.
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[There's a snappish tone to her snark, but she leaves it at that as she strolls inside.]
Besides, it was thirty-five minutes. Don't be so dramatic. Now: what's sooo important that I needed to meet you in person to discuss?
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When they're inside, he walks over to the table in the corner that he and Dorian use for their semi-weekly chess games and pulls out a bottle of whisky and a pair of glasses.]
Sit down. There's a lot to go over. [Two fingers of amber liquid the same color of his eyes go into each glass and he hands her one of them.]
Let's start with something small. Who rules Ferelden right now?
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So, she does as he says and takes a seat, taking the glass with him with a nod. As she swirls the liquid in the glass, she frowns at his question. What kind of...?]
King Alistair and Queen Riona, the Hero of Ferelden. [There's a snarky remark that begs to be said, something about him testing her common sense or something, but she bites back. He's going somewhere with this and her being sarcastic won't help them get there any faster.]
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Then that much is the same. [He takes a healthy drink of his own glass and sits across from the woman.] When the Hawke family came across the Waking Sea to Kirkwall, it consisted of Carver Hawke, Leandra Amell-Hawke, and Garrett Hawke, a mage.
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[Theeeeen he says that bit about the Hawke family, and immediately she shuts up. Congratulations, Cullen, you've managed to render Hawke speechless.
He must be jok- no, no this is Cullen and Hawke's sure he's almost incapable of pulling a prank like this. She stares at him blankly for a long moment, her mind spinning as she tries to process what he just said. Garrett Hawke? Who in the Void is he?]
Who... is - where was I? Who is this "Garrett"?
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And he is glad that he thought to provide alcohol for this telling. He knew he'd wished he'd had it during his own slap in the face.]
This is the first time I've met you, Mistress Hawke.
[He sits down and rubs at his eyes before going into the rest of his explanation.]
Apparently, despite those of us from Thedas being from the same world and having a great deal of events happening fairly much the same way, not everything is the same. The Thedas that Dorian comes from, the Inquisitor is Iona Lavellan. On my own, the Inquisitor was Mahanon Lavellan. I can only surmise that the Inquisitor of your own is someone entirely different.
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She knocks back that drink.]
Interesting. [Yeah, even this makes it hard for her to fall back on her snark. She's clearly unsettled, and the feeling of exposure makes her want to go for the door.] Yes, very different. Ilia Trevelyan. And yes, her family's from Ostwick. Luckily, out of the many nobles I've met in my time, she falls on the low end of the insufferable spectrum.
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I know the Trevelyan family by reputation. And there are some nobles I've met over the years that aren't completely terrible. Though they are rare.
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They are. She had her moments, but for a noble woman who got tossed into the whole thing with no preparation, she's held up well enough. [She slides a glance over at Cullen.] You seemed to like her well enough. [Okay so she'll tease him about it a tad, but not much more than that. Hardly fun if he's unaware.] So, tell me about this Lavellan. I don't recognize the surname.
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Although, his eyes do narrow a bit at the jab. So, another version of himself had become involved with the Trevelyan Inquisitor. Interesting.]
Lavellan is the name of the Dalish clan outside of Wycombe. Iona appears to have been a rogue hunter, while Mahanon is a warrior. The Keeper sent them to see what would be determined by the Conclave and that's how they were caught in the middle of things.
As for Iona, you're better off asking questions of Dorian. [Like he did. He doesn't kiss and tell, thanks so much.] They are from the same particular world state.
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That makes sense. The war affected even the Dalish, and given what came next, they'd have a stake in things, too. [Had Iona - or this Mahanon - been at the Conclave in her world? And just not been the lucky one to survive? Who knows.]
I just might. How lucky for them, though, that they know each other.
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Yes, well, Thedas has a way of making events that involve everyone happen, whether we want it to be so or not.
[Usually not.]
It does appear to make things easier for them both. I imagine it would be so for any of us. It helps that we have a bit of a common ground to start with for all of us. It's easier to talk to Dorian than it is to someone who has no idea what a Templar really means.
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It's true. I could mention something from home and you'd likely get it. I've had a few strange looks already, and even more from my end when I hear others talk about things I've never heard of.
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I find it's easier to just let others talk. I've learned a great deal about other worlds that way. And, of course, there is combing the network through our devices.
[He finishes up his own drink and sits back in his chair.]
There's a steep learning curve, but I have a feeling you won't have much trouble keeping up.
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[See at least she totally admits she's a blabbermouth.]
Flattery will get you everywhere, Commander. [She congenially winks at him. Even Cullen isn't entirely safe from her flirting, though it's entirely harmless and meaningless anyway.]
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That is true. However, I do think you're able of letting others talk themselves into trouble if you want.
[At least he knows that Garrett Hawke was capable of that, especially when it mattered.]
I'm sure that it can, but I will take that warning to heart.
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[Her friends would all say she had a knack for doing that to them. But they also would say that she got them out of trouble just as often. It evened out, or so she likes to think.]
Warning? What ever could you mean? I'd say those are fine words of wisdom.
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[Although, he fears that she might take it the wrong way as a mage, considering his former position. These days, he's more than happy to let Cassandra and Mahanon handle those types of conversations. Or really anything besides moving around the Inquisitions forces.]
They are words of wisdom for those that need to find themselves staying on the good side of others. Not so much for the rank and file soldier.
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A rank and file soldier is above having relationships with others? Surely a soldier needs to get along with their fellow soldiers as well? Try as you might, you can't escape interacting with people.
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[He gives her a half-smile.]
As Dorian might say, we can leave it to our betters.
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