mayfield_rpg | ◇ ix; templars rule mages drool

[Hawke wakes up this morning feeling just like her usual self. At least, her personality is largely unchanged - she's just as bizarre and sarcastic as ever - but her beliefs and ideals have been turned upside down. Rather than rooting for the "little guy" in Kirkwall - its mages, that is - she despises any and all to do with magic, born from her resentment of her father and sister, and the hardships keeping their secret brought down on her. And that resentment only blossomed into complete hatred after what happened to her mother. So, determined to eliminate the mage threat, she sided with the templars, and the name "Hawke" became a reminder of templar oppression for mages throughout Thedas. Having earned the Order's respect, she even served as Viscount of Kirkwall for a time, before disappearing into the sunset.

y e p, just another day.]

[PHONE; unfiltered]

Did you know, Mayfield, that I've been here for a year now? ...Well, a year and two months, if you want to nitpick. So much time has passed, and yet we've come no closer to overcoming the magic this town lords over us. [Hawke spits out the word "magic" like it leaves a bitter taste in her mouth, her voice heavy with uncharacteristic hatred. Fenris would be so proud.] What I wouldn't give for some help from a templar friend or fifty right about now. We might benefit from a little structure around here; keep those pesky mages in line.

[ACTION; Church of Salvation]

[Frankly, Hawke is a pretty bad Andrastian. She isn't a templar, nor is she a chanter, and she sure as hell isn't devout. Considering all this, she isn't sure why she's drawn to the church, of all things. Perhaps it's because it resembles the Chantry in Kirkwall, if just a little bit, and she longs for anything that reminds her of home. Maybe it's because she remembers Sebastian, and how he was convinced that she was doing the Maker's work, defending the people from the mage threat.

Mostly, she thinks, she just wants to light a candle and remember all that's been lost because of magic. Religion is not her forte, but she'll pray for the deceased, regardless. She owes her mother that much, if nothing else.]

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What? No, he was worried. I'm pretty sure he was thinking very seriously about kissing me- you- whatever- as well.

[Normally, this would make her laugh. A lot. Instead, there is just a bit of puzzled silence before she responds.]

We are talking about the same Anders, right?

Pretty sure, unless he's magically had a change of heart over night as well.

So, wait - you think I'm, what, some sort of mage sympathizer? [Ewww. B|]

That was the impression I got.

Are you sure I was sober? I can get very silly after a few drinks...

Pretty sure.

Strange. I wonder if the town's done something to your head.

[But not hers, nope, she is one hundred percent sane.]

My head is fine. I think it's yours that's the problem.

No, my head is fine too... [hmmm] Must be more of the town's damn magic.

I'd say you've been replaced with a different Hawke, but that doesn't explain how you know who I am.

... Though I have to say you're being awfully nice to me, considering your viewpoint on magic.

Consider our situation, for a moment. I can't very well drag you off to the Gallows and let someone in the Order decide what to do with you. And I'm not so stupid as to try to kill you...

I might as well be polite! But I could stop doing that, too, if that's what you prefer.