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itinere2016-12-21 11:28 pm
considerdying) wrote in itinere2016-12-21 11:28 pm
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The morning dawns early for Hawke. It might also for certain people in Itinere as the communication device gets knocked over. And then turned on by a very inquisitive and large dog nose. The dog licks the screen, clearly pleased with himself for figuring out how to turn the thing on, and then glances up at the bed. Clearly there's someone in it, though it's hard to tell who from this angle.
The dog quietly steps forward and then--
POUNCE.
Hawke yelps as the mastiff-looking dog licks her like crazy. "Cailan, stop. You know you're not allowed on the--"
The sound of her mabari's name stops her cold. Finally managing to shove him off of her, she sits upright. The dog, happy now that his mistress is awake, leaps off the bed, barking and dancing around the room. He has clearly been pent up too much. But Hawke isn't focused on that. She's focused on the fact that her mabari is somehow... here.
"Cailan!" she finally calls, sliding out of bed so she can throw her arms around him. The dog finally stills long enough for that before wriggling out of her arms and flopping over to roll onto his back with his feet comically pawing the air. Hawke can't help but laugh. At least until one of his paws shoots the communicator at her.
"You came back and you let the entire world know? What a drama-monger you are. Someone might start thinking you're Orlesian."
The dog immediately stops rolling, ears back, and growls.
"Not me, of course. But someone might."
To which the dog whines in a "but whyyyy" tone. Hawke laughs and turns the device off.
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Later on, Hawke can be found playing in the snow with her mabari, looking actually happy for once. Likely happier than most people have seen her. They do a bit of hunting at some point, too, which is mostly just Hawke telling the dog to go fetch something yummy and waiting to see what happens. But they can be found around the city as Hawke introduces her fierce war hound to Itinere.
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Percy couldn't also help but wonder if he should just say he understands... because boy he understands how that goes sometimes. Sure. Why not. He thinks about it for all of a millisecond and decides there's no harm. "You'd be surprised how much that's normal where I came from. People don't always see what's really going on, though."
"Aveline?" His mind doesn't clue into who that could be for all of a minute. "You mean the bartender? Well, I don't see myself really wanting a drink anytime soon but, sure, I'll keep that in mind." Who knows when a demi-god or the situation might call for a fire accelerant, right. Don't get him wrong. He's no pyromaniac either.
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"I suppose that's normal. Terribly depressing at times, though." Seriously, they could get a lot done if people would stop being oblivious and judgmental. Like saving lives. That'd be nice. But if everyone ended up alive, it just wouldn't be Thedas!
"No, Aveline isn't here. She's the guard-captain back in Kirkwall." Chief of police, not that Hawke knows to make the cross-reference. "She's seen more than her fair share of problems from adults, let alone kids."
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"I didn't think so." There is always the small hope in his gut that someone is kidding about things like fighting to stay alive, but it's so much part of his life now that he genuinely is not expecting anything different anymore. It's only for his friends and his family and their need of him he still has hope. "It helps not to think about it if you got friends."
But he gets how it can be depressing. People in his world couldn't see through the Mist all the time and just thought he was a trouble maker. Monsters would always be after him.
With little reference of Aveline, his picture of her goes from being a bartender to a bartender in Roman armor, policing a community. The line that drew his image to that was because her stated rank wasn't Greek but something he could understand as easily as the Romans. "That makes more sense." He says. "Plenty of adults cause trouble too."
Though aside from full grown monsters posing as humans in the Mist, Percy couldn't say how much more trouble they were. He feels the divide between problems in the world of gods and the world of humans all the time.
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And that is often harder than one would think. With all the blood mages and crazy templars running around and the demons it's a free-for-all. Hawke will be happy when it's all over, but she's not the one who can help that along. Not anymore. That's the Inquisitor's job.
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"Beating them isn't always easy." He nods affirmatively. It's always one test after another, with his bad luck. Even when things weren't his business, he couldn't just sit back and do nothing. He felt responsible for everyone. Such is his fatal flaw. But. "But don't you think this place maybe like a vacation after all?"
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"Honestly? It's just like being at home. All this chaos every so often is just like normal." So, no. It's not a vacation for her. It's just another time she has to play hero and save the world because either no one else will or they can't. They come to her and she does what she's best at: inciting chaos and destroying threats, whatever the latter might be.