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eswareinmal2012-01-17 07:59 pm
wheresmycoffee) wrote in eswareinmal2012-01-17 07:59 pm
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Characters:Hawk and anyone who wants to annoy him get weapons/armor/coffee
Open? Yep
Where:The Smithy
When: 5th of Rebirth's Height
Warnings: Crankypants, most likely cursing.
It'd been four days since Hawk and his makeshift family had shown up in Schwanheim. The first had been spent gathering information and procuring a reliable source of coffee (because like hell he was going to put up with this fairy tale bullshit with out it.) The second had been spent procuring him and Faolan, (and by extension his drunken mother and Aralu) a place of their own (because like hell he was going to stay in that castle. The Amontillado had been one thing, a castle in name more than anything else, and very sparsely populated, but this? Ha ha ha no.)
It'd been luck (or more likely annoying coincidence) that that place had been the home and work place of a blacksmith that had gone off to seek his fortunes in the belly of a dragon or some crap, Hawk really didn't care. It was on the edge of the city, it was well equipped, had enough bedrooms and gave him something he could work with. Between the coffee and getting back to work with his metal, he was finally starting to feel more at ease.
It wasn't that he hated change. He hated change that he had no way to predict that turned his world upside down. He hated not being in control. He hated being forced into something.
And he hated how Aralu felt the need to hang off his arm every damned time they went out. Bad enough when she'd done it before they'd come here, now she was being territorial about it and boasting in her usual mocking fashion.
And he hated how the first thing his damned mother had done was find the bar and get drunk. You'd think with a new world full of unicorn farts and stupid hats that she'd have been at peace with her insanity, but no. Off to the damned bottle it was.
And now all this ruckus about the "heroes" going off to go look at some abandoned town. No, he wasn't going, and if one more idiot asked they were going to meet the wrong end of one of his daggers.
Yep, Hawk was in a charming mood as he opened up shop that morning. He'd only had three cups of coffee, it was going to take another two more before he was going to be anything other than cranky.
Hell, who was he kidding. He was going to be cranky anyway.
Open? Yep
Where:The Smithy
When: 5th of Rebirth's Height
Warnings: Crankypants, most likely cursing.
It'd been four days since Hawk and his makeshift family had shown up in Schwanheim. The first had been spent gathering information and procuring a reliable source of coffee (because like hell he was going to put up with this fairy tale bullshit with out it.) The second had been spent procuring him and Faolan, (and by extension his drunken mother and Aralu) a place of their own (because like hell he was going to stay in that castle. The Amontillado had been one thing, a castle in name more than anything else, and very sparsely populated, but this? Ha ha ha no.)
It'd been luck (or more likely annoying coincidence) that that place had been the home and work place of a blacksmith that had gone off to seek his fortunes in the belly of a dragon or some crap, Hawk really didn't care. It was on the edge of the city, it was well equipped, had enough bedrooms and gave him something he could work with. Between the coffee and getting back to work with his metal, he was finally starting to feel more at ease.
It wasn't that he hated change. He hated change that he had no way to predict that turned his world upside down. He hated not being in control. He hated being forced into something.
And he hated how Aralu felt the need to hang off his arm every damned time they went out. Bad enough when she'd done it before they'd come here, now she was being territorial about it and boasting in her usual mocking fashion.
And he hated how the first thing his damned mother had done was find the bar and get drunk. You'd think with a new world full of unicorn farts and stupid hats that she'd have been at peace with her insanity, but no. Off to the damned bottle it was.
And now all this ruckus about the "heroes" going off to go look at some abandoned town. No, he wasn't going, and if one more idiot asked they were going to meet the wrong end of one of his daggers.
Yep, Hawk was in a charming mood as he opened up shop that morning. He'd only had three cups of coffee, it was going to take another two more before he was going to be anything other than cranky.
Hell, who was he kidding. He was going to be cranky anyway.
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"I use my hands, feet, hips and chest."
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