Marian Hawke (
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mayfield_rpg2012-08-20 02:40 pm
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[ACTION A; 1761 Beaver Street]
[Of course, the dog is the first to notice that something is amiss. The radio, having turned itself on at full volume, rouses the poor beast from his slumber, and the mabari hops off the bed to growl and bark at the offending device. Sadly used to such wakeup calls, Hawke sits up, rubbing her eyes and frowning.]
Maker's breath, boy, there's no need for--
[FWOOSH.
And as she pushes herself to her feet, Hawke falls through the bed, passes through the floor, and lands neatly in the living room. On the couch. Where her not!husband is sleeping. Or, well, where he was sleeping. Oops.]
[ACTION B; wherever]
[Falling through the floor was one thing, but the creepier-than-usual drones are something else entirely. When Merida's drone starts walking backwards and continually asking for the time, Hawke decides it's time to get the hell out of the house and walk the dog.
So, together with Cupcake, she walks through the front door - literally - and sets about exploring the town. She doubts she'll find anything interesting, so she amuses herself by watching the dog phase through trees and fences before peeing on them. Maybe he's doing his business in your front yard!]
[Of course, the dog is the first to notice that something is amiss. The radio, having turned itself on at full volume, rouses the poor beast from his slumber, and the mabari hops off the bed to growl and bark at the offending device. Sadly used to such wakeup calls, Hawke sits up, rubbing her eyes and frowning.]
Maker's breath, boy, there's no need for--
[FWOOSH.
And as she pushes herself to her feet, Hawke falls through the bed, passes through the floor, and lands neatly in the living room. On the couch. Where her not!husband is sleeping. Or, well, where he was sleeping. Oops.]
[ACTION B; wherever]
[Falling through the floor was one thing, but the creepier-than-usual drones are something else entirely. When Merida's drone starts walking backwards and continually asking for the time, Hawke decides it's time to get the hell out of the house and walk the dog.
So, together with Cupcake, she walks through the front door - literally - and sets about exploring the town. She doubts she'll find anything interesting, so she amuses herself by watching the dog phase through trees and fences before peeing on them. Maybe he's doing his business in your front yard!]
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Fell into his lap?
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[Huh, that was an awfully strong reaction. :|a u mad anders]
What are you frowning about now?
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[Oh Hawke. You never did get to experience the Jealous Apostate before. Did you.]
It's nothing. I'm simply... I'm glad you're all right.
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[N O P E She's in for a treat, isn't she.]
"Glad" isn't the word I would use to describe you... Then again, I don't think it ever is.
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[SO DUBIOUS.]
It can be. I... Really, it isn't anything.
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[Long pause. Waaaait a minute.]
...Please don't tell me you're jealous.
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I... won't tell you, then.
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You do realize Nathaniel's the fifth "husband" I've had here, don't you?
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[No, judging from his tone, he didn't realize that at all.]
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Fifth - the fourth one since Varric. I scared them all away, I suppose.
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I had no idea.
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No, I'm not. I'm sorry.
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[Her tone is flat, but after a moment, she breaks into a wide grin.]
Because, you see, there's only one person I'm interested in, really.
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[He reaches back to her face again, brushing her bangs away.]
That makes two of us, then.
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Is that so? How nice for us both.
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I do try.
And at least you seem to be unharmed, through all this.
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[Of course, it's only day one of Maker knows how many...]
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[She holds her free hand up to her chest.]
Champion's honor.
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[Is he allowed to lean in for a quick kiss, then?]
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