Who: Open, please tag yourselves What: Hallows Eve Celebration When: Forward-dated to the 31st of October Where: Starts in the Keep's Great Hall
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Tact is something that Hawke never really had and never was that more apparent than with his costume. The moment he saw it he knew that would be what he was wearing, if only to get weird looks from everyone around him and embarrass the hell out of anyone that knew him.
He still had no idea what this holiday was about but that didn't mean he wasn't going to join the fun. His only complaint was that he couldn't find anything to stick on Carver who obediently trotted along beside him.
Anders hadn't moved from his vantage point by the fireplace. He'd go get a drink, but there'd be no end to it from Justice. And he was trying his best to keep the spirit quiet.
But then Hawke just had to strut in -- wearing... next to nothing at all. His eyes sort of got stuck in one spot after his friend made his entrance, not looking away even while his brain shouted at him to go make eye contact with the floor or a spiderweb, something that wasn't one of his closest friend's exposed skin.
Staring at your best friend's abs probably isn't the best way to keep Justice quiet Anders.
Hawke just smirked when he saw Anders. At least he was looking decidedly less bird-like this time around. He headed towards the fire where his friend was seemingly unaffected by the starring. It wouldn't be the first time one of his friends stared at him.
"And we can't have that, now can we?" He shakes his head, the smile actually becoming more pronounced. "What would Kirkwall do with a murderous beard on the loose?"
Hawke took a moment to think about it, still stroking his beard. "Well if I had to guess I'd say they'd all be running around like headless chickens. We can only hope that it wouldn't team up with Varric's cheat hair."
And here I thought you just hated me3wayforjusticeOctober 30 2011, 05:57:32 UTC
"That... is a little terrifying, isn't it?"
Granted, the captain of the guard was a capable woman. The city would be in... well. It would have been in fine hands. If he'd been taken before the Chantry had gone up. His smile fades a little.
"Of course without my good humor there to lighten things up she'll probably end up losing her mind like everyone else in that city."
Awaited Anders maybe, but Hawke still hadn't reached that point yet and if he had his say that was never going to happen either. Somehow he would change Anders' mind about the idea and find some other to accomplish what he was after. A way that didn't involve starting a war.
He did his best to shove the thought aside. Tonight wasn't about that. It was about being ridiculous. Besides... it had to be done. There was no other way.
"So. How many eyes have you sent popping out of their skulls tonight?"
He still had no idea what this holiday was about but that didn't mean he wasn't going to join the fun. His only complaint was that he couldn't find anything to stick on Carver who obediently trotted along beside him.
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But then Hawke just had to strut in -- wearing... next to nothing at all. His eyes sort of got stuck in one spot after his friend made his entrance, not looking away even while his brain shouted at him to go make eye contact with the floor or a spiderweb, something that wasn't one of his closest friend's exposed skin.
That was... new.
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Hawke just smirked when he saw Anders. At least he was looking decidedly less bird-like this time around. He headed towards the fire where his friend was seemingly unaffected by the starring. It wouldn't be the first time one of his friends stared at him.
"My eyes are up here Anders."
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"Yes--"
Just like that, his eyes were up. And the damned hood was in the way. He had to push it back before he could actually look Hawke in the eye.
"I think you forgot most of your costume, Hawke."
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"Well it did come with a helmet but I decided to leave it. Couldn't see a damn thing with that on."
No he didn't seem to be bothered at all by his complete lack of dignity. He'd long since abandoned that anyway.
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He smirks, then. It's almost a smile, surprisingly enough. Maybe Hawke's lack of anything resembling dignity is too amusing to ignore.
"Your beard may not let you hear the end of it."
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Hawke reached up to stroke his beard. "If I tried hiding this it might just strangle me in my sleep."
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"And we can't have that, now can we?" He shakes his head, the smile actually becoming more pronounced. "What would Kirkwall do with a murderous beard on the loose?"
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Because, really, there just wasn't anything in Thedas that woman couldn't bludgeon into obeying her.
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At the very least Aveline would be watching after Kirkwall while Hawke was gone. If she showed up here than that city would really be in trouble.
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Granted, the captain of the guard was a capable woman. The city would be in... well. It would have been in fine hands. If he'd been taken before the Chantry had gone up. His smile fades a little.
What sort of mess was waiting for them, anyway?
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Awaited Anders maybe, but Hawke still hadn't reached that point yet and if he had his say that was never going to happen either. Somehow he would change Anders' mind about the idea and find some other to accomplish what he was after. A way that didn't involve starting a war.
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He did his best to shove the thought aside. Tonight wasn't about that. It was about being ridiculous. Besides... it had to be done. There was no other way.
"So. How many eyes have you sent popping out of their skulls tonight?"
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He was a nice guy like that. If he was going to mock someone then he'd do it to their face. That was just the kind of respectful guy Hawke was.
"Only a few, but the night is still young and ripe with opportunity."
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He may not be entirely serious. Hopefully not.
"You do realize Varric is likely going to put that in his book, don't you?"
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