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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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[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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