Hawke has been through a lot of strange things in his time, more than enough of them if you asked him, and he's even woken up (many times) in places he shouldn't be. Though that often came with a hangover, a more fun night before, as opposed to here. One minute he's in the Fade, fighting for his life, and he tries to fight off the hands attempting to help him out of the water at first, but he feels weaker than he's been in a long time. So weak that his instinct to get into a fighting stance, reach to his magic, gets him no where and he just sits down. If this is the afterlife he knows a lot of people who are going to be pissed.
His eyes flicker between the woman and the sword, first thing of course going through his mind is how to get the fuck out of here, but Hawke bites his tongue and waits. Prime Minister. Some title. Fine. It doesn't seem wise to go running off at this point and so he follows along. For now. This seems a bit worrisome for a way to wake up, it's not as if it's rare for mages to be snatched and brought somewhere new.
It's only when he's in the barracks that he tries to find a corner to think, make a plan, honestly his usual plan is do whatever seems right and escape, but hasn't he learned how stupid that is recently? It is in that corner that Hawke tries to call on fire and waves his hand, only for ... nothing. Nothing. Or not nothing, but it reminds him of when he was a child, before it came as easily as breathing, force being put into it but grasping for something that isn't there.
"Fuck me." He summarizes pointedly, probably a bit loudly, but that seems like a bloody understatement.
2. Baths
It's been awhile since he dealt with communal bathing, but some things are never forgotten, and who knows how long it's been since he bothered. Being on the road doesn't exactly leave room outside of streams and even if the blood and grime isn't currently on him, it's as if he can feel the Fade and all of it under the surface of his skin. Scrubbing invisible shite away might not be helpful, but oh well.
Hawke forgot to pull the curtains fully around the tub, mostly due to disinterest or because his mind is swarming enough as it is, but it wouldn't be the first or last time he ends up naked where he shouldn't be either. (There's a lot of these instances. Shhh. It's best not to know.) He dives under the water and stays there possibly longer than he should, until his lungs burn, until he has to be reminded that he is in fact alive, his heart is in fact beating, and this entire situation is real. He surfaces with a harsh gasp, swearing under his breath, batting the side of his head as he feels like there may have been water dripping to his brain.
"If only this was a vat full of ale." How beautiful that would be.
3. Food, glorious food!
Free food is the type of thing that you probably shouldn't trust but instead he voraciously descends upon it like a half-starved beast. Hawke got very used to road food which is basic protein and hunted animals if he got lucky, and some weeks were leaner than others. It was a drastic change after an every day option in Kirkwall, a blessed life to a scavenger, but it is what it is. Hawke stacks food, more than it seems like he should be able to consume, and sits down in a better mood.
Due to that mood, and getting his bearings somewhat now, plus the lack of monsters trying to stab him, Hawke glances around looking for others there. A natural extrovert, as soon as he spots someone he flashes a smile and tries to wave them over. "Oi, I'm bored, please entertain a walking corpse, I beg of you."
4. Wagon
Listen, the truth is, when Hawke first sees one of the wagons, his eyes light up. An escape, finally. While his feet could take him anywhere he might want to go, he knows nothing about this land, and his boots aren't even good enough for that. Of course! he says with a quick smile, about coming back in due time, right, yes, that will happen. Absolutely. He is not trying to fly the coop and take his chances in the nearby city, that doesn't sound at all like him!
It might be best to stay with what you know, but he has been staying for longer than he likes. Hawke stretches out on the wagon as best as he can, assuming since it'll be a bit before they get there, he may as well get comfortable. Hands cross at the back of his head, resting back, humming a tune under his breath. From the Hanged Man, from the bards that used to either amuse or annoy them in the middle of a day, he can almost smell it now. Best not to get lost in memories, though.
"You know, this could be worse," he says out loud. If someone's been with him all this time, it's clear he has not actually been ignoring anyone. He likes people. It's just a lot of noise in his head these days. "One time I was on a wagon that would make even the strongest stomach empty in ten minutes flat. The driver would have to pay you to get on it."
5. Wildcard
[Want something or inspired to do something else? Go for it! Hawke is friendly and will be wandering around a lot willing to chat. Message waftingcurtains with questions/thoughts.]
Garrett Hawke | Dragon Age | Cadens | The Fool
Hawke has been through a lot of strange things in his time, more than enough of them if you asked him, and he's even woken up (many times) in places he shouldn't be. Though that often came with a hangover, a more fun night before, as opposed to here. One minute he's in the Fade, fighting for his life, and he tries to fight off the hands attempting to help him out of the water at first, but he feels weaker than he's been in a long time. So weak that his instinct to get into a fighting stance, reach to his magic, gets him no where and he just sits down. If this is the afterlife he knows a lot of people who are going to be pissed.
His eyes flicker between the woman and the sword, first thing of course going through his mind is how to get the fuck out of here, but Hawke bites his tongue and waits. Prime Minister. Some title. Fine. It doesn't seem wise to go running off at this point and so he follows along. For now. This seems a bit worrisome for a way to wake up, it's not as if it's rare for mages to be snatched and brought somewhere new.
It's only when he's in the barracks that he tries to find a corner to think, make a plan, honestly his usual plan is do whatever seems right and escape, but hasn't he learned how stupid that is recently? It is in that corner that Hawke tries to call on fire and waves his hand, only for ... nothing. Nothing. Or not nothing, but it reminds him of when he was a child, before it came as easily as breathing, force being put into it but grasping for something that isn't there.
"Fuck me." He summarizes pointedly, probably a bit loudly, but that seems like a bloody understatement.
2. Baths
It's been awhile since he dealt with communal bathing, but some things are never forgotten, and who knows how long it's been since he bothered. Being on the road doesn't exactly leave room outside of streams and even if the blood and grime isn't currently on him, it's as if he can feel the Fade and all of it under the surface of his skin. Scrubbing invisible shite away might not be helpful, but oh well.
Hawke forgot to pull the curtains fully around the tub, mostly due to disinterest or because his mind is swarming enough as it is, but it wouldn't be the first or last time he ends up naked where he shouldn't be either. (There's a lot of these instances. Shhh. It's best not to know.) He dives under the water and stays there possibly longer than he should, until his lungs burn, until he has to be reminded that he is in fact alive, his heart is in fact beating, and this entire situation is real. He surfaces with a harsh gasp, swearing under his breath, batting the side of his head as he feels like there may have been water dripping to his brain.
"If only this was a vat full of ale." How beautiful that would be.
3. Food, glorious food!
Free food is the type of thing that you probably shouldn't trust but instead he voraciously descends upon it like a half-starved beast. Hawke got very used to road food which is basic protein and hunted animals if he got lucky, and some weeks were leaner than others. It was a drastic change after an every day option in Kirkwall, a blessed life to a scavenger, but it is what it is. Hawke stacks food, more than it seems like he should be able to consume, and sits down in a better mood.
Due to that mood, and getting his bearings somewhat now, plus the lack of monsters trying to stab him, Hawke glances around looking for others there. A natural extrovert, as soon as he spots someone he flashes a smile and tries to wave them over. "Oi, I'm bored, please entertain a walking corpse, I beg of you."
4. Wagon
Listen, the truth is, when Hawke first sees one of the wagons, his eyes light up. An escape, finally. While his feet could take him anywhere he might want to go, he knows nothing about this land, and his boots aren't even good enough for that. Of course! he says with a quick smile, about coming back in due time, right, yes, that will happen. Absolutely. He is not trying to fly the coop and take his chances in the nearby city, that doesn't sound at all like him!
It might be best to stay with what you know, but he has been staying for longer than he likes. Hawke stretches out on the wagon as best as he can, assuming since it'll be a bit before they get there, he may as well get comfortable. Hands cross at the back of his head, resting back, humming a tune under his breath. From the Hanged Man, from the bards that used to either amuse or annoy them in the middle of a day, he can almost smell it now. Best not to get lost in memories, though.
"You know, this could be worse," he says out loud. If someone's been with him all this time, it's clear he has not actually been ignoring anyone. He likes people. It's just a lot of noise in his head these days. "One time I was on a wagon that would make even the strongest stomach empty in ten minutes flat. The driver would have to pay you to get on it."
5. Wildcard
[Want something or inspired to do something else? Go for it! Hawke is friendly and will be wandering around a lot willing to chat. Message waftingcurtains with questions/thoughts.]