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[roguehawke]

Date & Time: Now / Once the renovated housing complex is open for use!
Location: ALL OVER THE RENOVATED HOUSING COMPLEX
Characters: Garrett Hawke & Anyone!
Summary: Hawke is lost and will absolutely not admit it. Come make fun of him, or alternatively help him out
Warnings: GRUMPINESS

Hawke is absolutely not lost.

At least, that's what he's going to keep telling himself.

He's exploring, yes. Reconnaissance.

If he's honest, the explosion unnerved him. The explosion and then the crash and the damage. The last time he heard an explosion that big it was under very different circumstances. His first instinct was to run and see what happened. There had been an evacuation, he knew, for some reason or other -- but this was different. It didn't feel right.

His own words were going to haunt him now, he had a feeling. These people might want help with a war, but if they aren't careful they'll end up with a different sort of war on their hands.

Sometimes he just doesn't want to be right.

It had seemed like there were no causalities, though, somehow. Perhaps these Initiative people had things more under control than he realised. So, he hangs back once he assesses that there's no threat. He's no healer, and not about to get in the way.

Once the new building is open, though, everything is changed. He'd just about learned his way around the old one, and as he picks his way down the halls he comes to the realisation that it may be a while before he finds the room with the number allocated to him. 806? 608? Maker above he's forgotten, and he's several floors away from numbers that high anyway. He supposes he'll just have to wander until he gets it right.

Comments

[lar]

"Dude, you look so lost."

So there's Ella, being totally helpful as she wanders around the new building; she just had to stop to say hi to the silently fuming guy. Also sipping a cold drink from a straw. As you do.

[xenophiliac]

[It's her first day back in Exsilium, and Nananea still hasn't quite made it to her new apartment. She's not lost, exactly, because she still sort of knows her way around the building, even if it's all changed since she's been here.

She's mostly lingering in the halls, hoping to perhaps see familiar faces as she makes her way up to her room. So far, she hasn't seen anyone. Except for the strange human she spies ahead of her in the hall. And it's definitely someone unfamiliar, so she doesn't see any harm in calling out to him.]

Hello! Good evening!

[roguehawke]

Hawke wheels around at the sound of a voice, narrows his eyes at Ella.

His pride prickles. Even if it might be perfectly acceptable to ask for directions he simply can't bring himself to, especially not from someone who just called him out on his problem.

"I'm fine," he says -- not directly saying he isn't lost but not denying it either. Then, after a pause -- "It would help if all these blighted floors didn't look exactly the same."

[roguehawke]

[ He's still lost.

Why is he still lost. If Varric ever hears about this he'll never see the end of it. He'll end up with a ball of string like Merrill's, although maybe that would be a good idea. She did seem to find it helpful. He glances back over his shoulder irritably at the sound of a voice, gives Nananea nothing more than a cursory glance -- then startles as he realises exactly what he just looked at.

How many eyes -- how many arms--

His hands are tugging the blades from his back before he even thinks about it. ]

Stay back.

[ He instructs, in a less-than-friendly reply. ]

[xenophiliac]

Oh! [She holds up all four of her hands in a surrendering gesture the second she sees him go for his weapons. She doesn't usually get that kind of reaction, but she seems to take it in stride, more or less.

She has the sense to stay where she is, but she's all smiles, her eyes steady on Hawke's face.]

You know, weapons are entirely unnecessary, friend! I was simply directing a greeting to you!

[roguehawke]

[ Hawke thinks they are entirely necessary. They are big and scary, and make him intimidating. Also: sharp. He fixes a frown on the four hands raised into the air and the four eyes blinking at him.

It is a frown of mild disgust and confusion.

Well, since it is attempting to converse, perhaps he can be diplomatic -- ]

What in Andraste's name are you?

[ ... No, Hawke failed Diplomacy 101. ]

[xenophiliac]

[She doesn't really seem to feel threatened, even though he doesn't seem to want to put his weapons down. Well, if she really needs to run off, she will!

But he's talking, so that seems promising. She just laughs at his blunt question.]

My name Kinna Nananea, just Nananea or Nana, if you wish to be informal! I am sa-marad. This is a question I get often. [She laughs.]

[roguehawke]

Right.

[ He says, with the air of someone who did not understand a word you just said. He squints. ]

And what is that? A sa-marad. I've not heard of anything like it.

[xenophiliac]

Isn't it obvious? I am an alien species! Alien to you and this world, of course! [Another laugh from her, she uses it like punctuation.]

I know that humans don't often encounter separate species, so your alarm is understandable!

[lar]

"Who on Earth says blighted anymore. The British?" Sorry man, you're dealing with a teenager here.

"You need to check the numbers though, not the doors. It's pretty straightforward."

[roguehawke]

Well, [ he says, a touch defensive, like she's accused him of being stupid in some way. ] we don't have anything like you where I'm from. We have elves, and dwarves, and qunari but not...

[ He hesitates. Don't say it, Hawke. Don't say what you're thinking. Sometimes you really just shouldn't say what you're thinking and this is one of those times. Don't -- ]

Not... weird bug-people.

[ Oh, he knows how to flatter. ]

[roguehawke]

"I'm checking the numbers," he replies irritably. Hawke wouldn't know what British was when it was at home, despite sounding exactly that. The terrible plight of fictional fantasy Europeans. He glowers at her, as if she is somehow in his way by being nearby. "Don't have you something better to do?"

[xenophiliac]

Bug? Insect, you mean? [She appears confused for a split second, then she laughs again, louder.] That is the first time I have received that comparison! I do not believe it is entirely apt.

Ah, but elves are native to your world? They seem to be incredibly common! I have not heard of dwarves or qunari. How interesting.

[roguehawke]

[ Too many limbs, he thinks, and too many eyes. Almost like a varterral. Still, it's probably... not a good idea to insist someone is an insect. He lowers his blades about an inch, frowning at her. ]

They're common enough.

[ Elves, that is. ]

Dwarves are short. They prefer to live underground. Think they'll fall into the sky, otherwise. Qunari are big, they have horns.

[ There, that obviously clears things up. ]

[xenophiliac]

I will certainly be making a note of that, yes! Thank you! [It's hard to say what part of that was actually useful information, but she seems pretty satisfied with what he's told her. Aliens, man.]

Ah! Another question. I have introduced myself, yes? Kinna Nananea! But you have not told me your name! And as you might guess, I am extremely curious, so I would like to know it.

[roguehawke]

[ He had noticed, as it happens. He'd just been too on guard to share his own name with something that could well be a threat.

He may also have been guilty of staring a bit.

May. Still be. Guilty. Of staring.

Varterral-person. He drops his blades another inch or so, though, and hesitates before deciding answering is probably safe. ]

Garrett Hawke.

[ There he answered the question are you satisfied Nananea his social skills do not include small talk. ]

[xenophiliac]

[Nananea is never satisfied because she is always curious. But she does seem rather pleased all the same, glancing down at his hands with one pair of eyes.

Because she knows that proper human greetings involve handshakes, but it doesn't seem like a good idea to try that on someone holding daggers.]

Garrett Hawke. It is wonderful to meet you! Another question. Are you wandering around the halls for a reason?