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victory_road2016-12-16 06:01 pm
laughingstawke) wrote in victory_road2016-12-16 06:01 pm
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001, Back Dated to 12/2, route 38
[Hawke faced the small screen, snickering to herself. Clutched within her hand was a small creature, a collection of flowers that looped around to hold itself. She hadn't bothered to look it up. She hadn't even bothered to actually catch it yet. Instead she'd plucked it out of the sky and immediately began recording.]
[The woman stepped to the side, revealing a relatively familiar blond man, who had his back turned to her. His skitty sat beside him and fixed a withering look on Hawke. Whatever was going to happen didn't matter to her; she was already done with this sort of behavior.]
[Inching closer, Hawke held out the Pokemon, who looked bewildered as ever. With a trembling hand, she laid the creature on Anders' head, giving him a bright and colorful flower crown. Quickly, the woman scrambled back, making it a few feet before collapsing into giggles.]
[The flower-pokemon gave her one look before floating up into the sky, leaving whatever nonsense she had found herself caught up in behind.]
002 -- Just outside Olivine
[The video started with a branch falling to the ground. Immediately following it, Hawke danced across the screen, twirling about in a messy and uncoordinated effort. Two blades were clutched within her hands, and each eye is wide and bewildered. Each time she swung a blade, she made a sound, narrating her swipes and slashes with childlike-glee. With each slash, the Pokemon would cast a wild-eyed look back at its partner, not afraid but still very unnerved by what was happening.]
[Hawke paid it no mind. She slashed her way off toward another tree, lopped another branch off, and then made her way back. Finally she stopped in front of the camera and stood up tall.]
My name is Captain Isabela... von Isabela. I am the most dashing pirate on the Waking Sea. Fear me and my bouncing breasts!
[Without another word, Hawke danced off once more, whimsical routine continuing with renewed vigor.]
003 -- Olivine Inn
[Both Hawke and a Marill stood in front of a mirror. Hawke had a hand placed atop the blue creatures head, a stern expression lining her face. The Marill glanced from her reflection, up to the woman, and then back again once every few seconds. Where Hawke looked ready to launch into a huge speech, the Pokemon looked utterly confused.]
Marill? [The croon was soft, almost concerned.]
Now Merrill, [When Hawke spoke, her voice was relatively soft.] I want you to take a good look at this. This is called a mirror.
[The creature gave something akin to a nod, but whether or not it actually understood, Hawke didn't know.]
Good. Now. Do your favorite trainer a favor, okay? Stay away from the mirrors. You hear me. Stay away. From mirrors. [Hawke's expression shifted, going from serious to sorrowful.] The last Merrill I knew went through a lot of stuff because of stupid mirrors. So I'm going to protect you, okay?
[The Marill, confused as it was, gave another pseudo-nod, though its gaze was still curiously fixed on the mirror. Hawke didn't seem to notice, instead seeming pleased enough by the "answer." After a moment, she scooped the creature up. She quickly reached for the 'gear, holding it up to capture their embrace for a moment before reaching to fiddle with the power button.]
Can't have them see me being affectionate with --
[Hawke faced the small screen, snickering to herself. Clutched within her hand was a small creature, a collection of flowers that looped around to hold itself. She hadn't bothered to look it up. She hadn't even bothered to actually catch it yet. Instead she'd plucked it out of the sky and immediately began recording.]
[The woman stepped to the side, revealing a relatively familiar blond man, who had his back turned to her. His skitty sat beside him and fixed a withering look on Hawke. Whatever was going to happen didn't matter to her; she was already done with this sort of behavior.]
[Inching closer, Hawke held out the Pokemon, who looked bewildered as ever. With a trembling hand, she laid the creature on Anders' head, giving him a bright and colorful flower crown. Quickly, the woman scrambled back, making it a few feet before collapsing into giggles.]
[The flower-pokemon gave her one look before floating up into the sky, leaving whatever nonsense she had found herself caught up in behind.]
002 -- Just outside Olivine
[The video started with a branch falling to the ground. Immediately following it, Hawke danced across the screen, twirling about in a messy and uncoordinated effort. Two blades were clutched within her hands, and each eye is wide and bewildered. Each time she swung a blade, she made a sound, narrating her swipes and slashes with childlike-glee. With each slash, the Pokemon would cast a wild-eyed look back at its partner, not afraid but still very unnerved by what was happening.]
[Hawke paid it no mind. She slashed her way off toward another tree, lopped another branch off, and then made her way back. Finally she stopped in front of the camera and stood up tall.]
My name is Captain Isabela... von Isabela. I am the most dashing pirate on the Waking Sea. Fear me and my bouncing breasts!
[Without another word, Hawke danced off once more, whimsical routine continuing with renewed vigor.]
003 -- Olivine Inn
[Both Hawke and a Marill stood in front of a mirror. Hawke had a hand placed atop the blue creatures head, a stern expression lining her face. The Marill glanced from her reflection, up to the woman, and then back again once every few seconds. Where Hawke looked ready to launch into a huge speech, the Pokemon looked utterly confused.]
Marill? [The croon was soft, almost concerned.]
Now Merrill, [When Hawke spoke, her voice was relatively soft.] I want you to take a good look at this. This is called a mirror.
[The creature gave something akin to a nod, but whether or not it actually understood, Hawke didn't know.]
Good. Now. Do your favorite trainer a favor, okay? Stay away from the mirrors. You hear me. Stay away. From mirrors. [Hawke's expression shifted, going from serious to sorrowful.] The last Merrill I knew went through a lot of stuff because of stupid mirrors. So I'm going to protect you, okay?
[The Marill, confused as it was, gave another pseudo-nod, though its gaze was still curiously fixed on the mirror. Hawke didn't seem to notice, instead seeming pleased enough by the "answer." After a moment, she scooped the creature up. She quickly reached for the 'gear, holding it up to capture their embrace for a moment before reaching to fiddle with the power button.]
Can't have them see me being affectionate with --
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Then does who should dare defy her shall face a horrible death! For who knows what she might do if something were to happen!
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Fearsome, terrible things, my dear! You're right to be afraid!
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[Insert dramatic gasp here!]
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[But then, Hawke had never been one for a filter. The second she thought of something (and consequently realized that it sounded, for lack of a better word, absolutely lame), it tumbled from her lips.]
No more chocolate iced creams for a fortnight?
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No! Anything but that! I'll handle almost anything! I want to keep eating ice cream into forever! That's just not fair at all!
[Yup, let's keep up the melodramatic tone there Mabel]
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[She didn't realize how much she had missed all that.]
I am afraid you've left me with no choice. There is no going back now.
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[If Hawke listened closely, she might be able to hear some giggling behind that dramatic tone of hers. Although, at this point, Mabel wasn't even sure what else to add to such a horrible claim from her new friend.
Oh well, she'll just have to figure something out!]
How will I ever deal with this...?
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Have you considered biscuits? I hear those are quite good. Especially with chocolate inside.
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[She said before wondering a little. As she thought about it, she gave a shrug in response]
Yeah, I guess that kind of work! I mean, I never really tried one before but there's bound to be something like that around here!
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Yeah. Go try that. And no iced cream, remember that. Or else.
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[Blink blink]
That kind of thing?
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Let's go with that.
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HMMMMMMMMMMMM....!!]
...You really don't know, do you?
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I don't. [Mabel had been pleasant enough company, so the least the woman could do was tell her the truth.]
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Then don't you worry! You're in good hands, miss! Whatever you want to make, I'll definitely teach you!
You're dealing with a world class famous bakester over here! [Insert fanfare here. Yes, she's also making that sound in the background]
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[Should she be scared?]
I... wasn't aware I said I wanted to learn.
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[This is what happens when you talk to Mabel. Better run while you can]
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[Can she just hear the delight coming from Mabel? She was just so happy to have a fellow baking buddy here!]
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Where are you located? I might be able to simply come to you.
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[She said before rushing over to the store. Why wait for Hawke when she could buy all the stuff and get everything ready?!]
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How soon do you need me?
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[That and Whitney and her Miltank were being badbutts to her]
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Damn straight you do. [She ambled toward the camera, picked it up and then flopped back into the grass.]
How ya doin, Handsome?
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Though I gotta say, I'm not sure if I fully believe your initial claim there. I mean...kinda hard to tell, with all those clothes. Are they really that bouncy? I think I need some unobstructed visual proof. Topless workout, how about it?
How'm I doing? Depends on if you're gonna show me your rack or not.
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How dare you question the integrity of Hawke's breasts. Do you have any idea who you're speaking to? This is the Champion of Kirkwall! Her bare chest is too magnificent for mortal men to gaze upon.
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Ahaha, yeah, trust me. Perfectly qualified to look at holy breasts.
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Ya...ya can't tease me like that. Come on, my wife's dead, throw a guy a bone!
Ha!
Bone...
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So, "Handsome," terribly sorry about your wife, but unless you're trying to tell me you're descended from on high, I'm going to need to see the proper paperwork.
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Well I'm sure not your average guy. But, again. It's the badass babe's body, it's the badass babe's decision. It's not like I'm asking to motorboat'em for crissakes...
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What is... "motorboatem?"
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I'm guessing you don't have the frame of reference for an explanation.
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[Fuck the rest of this nonsense, she'll stick to what she knows.]
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When do I get to see more?
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At least until he catches Hawke literally rolling on the floor laughing. He also takes note of the casual flick of Pinsy's tail, and shoots her a look for being so kind as to alert him of the situation.
With a sigh, though, he stretches back to prop himself up on his elbow beside Hawke and eyes her with a raised brow.]
Having fun, love?