all this time.

[ofkirkwall]

Who: hawke & open!
Broadcast: text, fleetwide.
Action: iskaulit, málum specifically.
When: a few hours after this conversation.



so i have a question
is anyone here good with plants??? im running low on elfroot and i was wonder if anyone can
grow it or cultivate it or something i need a lot of it a constant source
also uh
lyrium need that too but it isnt something you can grow
if atroma could be so nice to give me some?? pretty please
not actually sure if you can ask them for stuff or how to
balls

im at the malum if anyone wants me


[ Indeed if anyone does go looking for Marian Hawke or happens to wander into the Malum in the next few hours they will find the Champion of Kirkwall there, tucked away in the most isolated corner she can manage nursing a drink. It might be her fifth at this point, not that it matters she has an amazing tolerance. She is leaning on the table lazily, idly thumbing through her communicator as her mabari, fondly named Dog, sits protectively by her feet.

She looks miserable, or bored, it's a little tough to tell. But what a better time to bother her, right? ]

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[moseyin]

it IS drugs then! trying to pull a fast one on me

just use some other crap laying around i'm sure someone around here has something. go ask crowley, he seems the skeevy type

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[ofkirkwall]

no i mean yes but
im not trying to pull a fast one on anyone
i have very particular needs
it cant just be ANYTHING you know wont have the same kick
and i cant make lyrium potions out of just anything

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[moseyin]

oh my god you are the WORST kind of addict, the picky type

diversify

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[ofkirkwall]

no >:(

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[moseyin]

LAZY.

enjoy detoxing then that'll be fun

if you need somebody to hold you down so you don't run off and try to strangle someone in a back alley for cash then maybe I'll make myself available

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[ofkirkwall]

NOT LAZY I NEED LYRIUM FOR MORE THAN JUST DRINKS ASSHAT

sweet offer but the way my life is going right now i am pretty sure ive made enough money to last me six months
its all right out of some sort of drama novel
people are probably getting a kick out of it
and my eventually downward spiral

you should come drinking with me cloud
i could use the company
even the grumpy ones

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[moseyin]

why'd you have to make this real

are you depressed? I'm not emotional crutch material, I'm warning you.
do i even know your first name

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[ofkirkwall]

because i felt like it

depressed? no more bored
ive been drinking for over an hour now
and as much as i love my dog he isnt the greatest conversationalist
but he is a very good listener

sure you do its hawke
thats what everyone calls me
only special friends get to know my first name ;)

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[moseyin]

you sound like a serial killer

where are we drinking and are you buying

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[ofkirkwall]

im much more classy than a serial killer

malum and yes

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[moseyin]

You better wine and dine me proper before you chop my body up then, i mean it

[And off he goes to Malum! Get some of that fancy liquor Crowley paid him to carry that one time]

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[ofkirkwall]

please give me more credit
ill show you such an absolutely wonderful time that youll die with a smile on your face ;)

[ She isn't difficult to find being off to a side with a large mabari sitting by her feet. She seems to brighten when she spots him, arm out waving dramatically. ]

[moseyin]

[hawke, what is that

To both that wave and that monster dog] I didn't realize this was a double date, I would've borrowed someone's cat.

[ofkirkwall]

[ Her darling baby boy.

Dog seems to lift his head at Cloud's approach, stubbed tail wagging slightly at a seemingly friendly face. It makes Hawke grin something genuine that almost makes her cheeks hurt. ]

Bad idea, he wants to play with them but doesn't remember how big and strong he is. [ She reaches down and scratches Dog's head. ] I wouldn't want my poor boy to get all scratched up.

Dog, meet Cloud. Cloud, meet Dog. He's a mabari war hound. Every good Ferelden has one, we're not called dog lords for nothing.

[moseyin]

Really, a war hound? You're not even trying to hide the serial killer thing, now. [He scratches behind Dog's ears a little bit before sitting down though. Give him that drink, he's had a busy week] Also: Dog.

[ofkirkwall]

I'll have you know owning a mabari is a point of pride amongst my countrymen! [ She's grinning at least and not the stiff, forced sort of grin either. Pushing a drink over to him as he sits.

Dog laps up the attention, little stubby tail wagging joyfully at the scratches. ]

Yes, Dog. It's a funny story actually.

[moseyin]

[Well he will take that drink, gratefully so, and knock back about half of it just to start.] Hit me. I could do with funny. [And he suspects she could too, what with her thinly-veiled cry for positive attention.]

[ofkirkwall]

It all started when my father came home with a mabari puppy. I honestly don't remember why he brought it home, but he gave it to us and told us we were supposed to give it a name.

[ Without looking she starts to lightly brush her foot against Dog, partly giving the beast attention but also reminding herself that he's there. ]

My brother, Carver, I think he wanted to name him something stupid but not only that he hoped Dog would bond with him. [ She throws back about half of her drink. ] Mabari's choose their master and when they do, it's for life.

─Anyway, Carver, Bethany and I argued for days what to name him but couldn't ever agree on anything. I started to just call him Dog, he responded to it so I figured why not. The funny part was when he finally choose a master it was me and not Carver, he had tried so hard with treats and bones and whatever. [ Maybe the story isn't that funny but she chuckles regardless, the image of her brother's huffy face fresh in her mind. ] Carver still wanted to name him but Dog wouldn't respond to anything he tried.

So he just became known as Dog.

[moseyin]

Sounds like he liked your decisiveness. Or just hated your brother, I guess. [Looks down at Dog drooling on the floor, eyes sleepily blinking as Hawke nudges him with her foot.] Who's Bethany, your sister?

[ofkirkwall]

Carver's a tit. [ It's said quick but fondly. ] But he's not a bad person. Always complained and bitched at me, saying something about living in my shadow. Bah.

[ Bethany's name makes her should drop a little, her head rolling off to the side. ]

Mmhm, Carver and Bethany were twins. She was the sunshine to his storm clouds, would always try to see the best of the situation. No one could hate her no matter how hard they tried, she was just so nice and warm. But she was always the one who kept us in line, I was more scared of her scolding me than my mother.

[moseyin]

...that's...a whole lotta past tense, [Cloud notes uncomfortably. He can guess a little of that. People who've lost a lot tend to recognize that kind of tone and look in each other.]

[ofkirkwall]

Yeah, it is.

[ For all of her attempts to keep the brightness in her expression, in her tone, it falls. Her death might have been years ago now but her absence is still felt. Painfully so now in this moment. ]

She died years ago, protecting my mother from an Ogre.

[moseyin]

Sorry. [Cloud turns his glass on the table, other hand curled into a fist.] ...and your mom and brother, are they...?

[ofkirkwall]

Carver's alive, made a name for himself to. He's still a huge tit though. [ She smiles fondly at the memory of him though, easing the ache in her chest. ] Mother... no, she was killed by a blood mage. He had been killing countless women just so he could tear them apart and stitch them together into some kind of... Monster.

[ The smile fades and Hawke throws back a considerable portion of her drink. ]

Wasn't fast enough, I couldn't save her. I killed the bastard who butchered her, let him see how it felt to be torn to pieces. I couldn't... I got to say goodbye to her at least, before his mage faded.

[ Wow, this got depressing. She needs to drink more. ]

[moseyin]

[Holy shit, killing women to sew their corpses together? Sounds like the same twisted shit Hojo was into.

Cloud abruptly takes his hand off his glass so he doesn't break it, expression scrunching up.] ...at least you killed that asshole. At least he won't do that to anybody else's mom.