Everything's getting worse. Rose Nylund and Frasier Crane murdered Jughead Jones during the event Jughead worked so hard to organize. Given some of the townspeople were in attendance, it didn't give a good impression -- if the visitors did this when trying to be good people and get along with Cartesio, then how will they behave once they get into destroying everything? The cruel method of Jughead's death also left everyone quite horrified, too.
That may be why it's no surprise the town's quiet unrest is slowly turning into real, tangible fury.
During the week, from time to time stones break some of the windows of the motel, looking outside shows a random passerby running away. Graffiti is left on the walls: 'SEE IF YOU LIKE THIS' 'MURDERERS' 'YOU'RE GOING TO DESTROY US ALL', and other similar messages. Some of the store owners hesitate when the visitors approach, but they don't refuse service because money is always nice.
The Sergeant's pervasive influence is starting to cover not only you, but also the entire town of Cartesio. After all, everything that's happening to you and the motel? It's the result of what you and the other visitors have done.
In the lobby of the motel there's a few more brochures, and
the maps have been updated once again.
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cartesianism2018-10-28 10:35 am
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His first real stop of the day is the flower shop. He walks through the main area first to be thorough, but spends the majority of the time he's there in the greenhouse portion. Idly he'll trail his gloveless hands on various flower leaves, attempting to name any he recognizes.]
A bellflower...? Seems a bit early for one.
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[The beauty salon is his only other planned stop. Hawks is well acquainted with most of the tools and chemicals scattered about inside a salon like this, and is currently sorting through them. Any empty bottles or irreparably damaged items are being thrown into trash bags, while usable things are grouped together on various flat surfaces. There's even a small selection of things placed on a table away from the rest that Hawks set aside to take with himself when he leaves.]
There, that's marginally better organized. Now I just need to find the combs Miruko always talks about...
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Oh, Hawks-san, hello... that flower's quite pretty.
[The bellflower. It's definitely one that she doesn't recognize.]
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Hey Niwatori. It’s an autumn bellflower. They don’t usually bloom in April though... [he trails off for a moment before refocusing on Niwatori] What brings you here?
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[Niwatori hasn't found it yet, but she's sure they have some. She pokes her fingers together awkwardly.]
Jughead-san and I talked about a gardening shop maybe opening up, when we were discussing the security. If I could have been confident enough to stand guard myself instead of just watching with my birds.... I don't think I would have messed that up...
...Ah, but that bellflower is strange. It definitely isn't autumn.
[She's offering this chance to stay on that topic, showing she's not trying to fish for sympathy.]
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[Hawks smiles as reassuringly as he could, turning towards Niwatori fully.]
Don't beat yourself up, you did what you could at the time. I'm sure Jughead would tell you the same thing.
[Jughead, bless his soul, was a creature of logic. A rare breed, and sorely missed.
He shrugs at the flower topic-- he's not actually much more knowledgeable than the average person in flowers.] The greenhouse could be why it's blooming, since they can bloom in the summer too.
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Oh, you know a fair bit. Do you like flowers like this? They're not really your color... n-not that that's a bad thing, though.
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[Hawks laughs while he plucks up one of the flowers to twirl between his fingers. After a moment he sticks it behind his ear and grins at Niwatori.]
Aw, you don't think blue's my color? [a beat] You're right, I'm more of a warm toned bird. Can't say I don't like the color, but I'm not usually a flower person.
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You really think this place believes it's April? Probably thought "April", "Autumn", close enough. 'Cept this is a greenhouse, birdbrain.
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Greenhouses this full of Venus flytraps should have a climate a lot more like a wet summer. So they still wouldn't be this far in growth.
[Hawks sorting through the flowers, pulling some out seemingly at random.]
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They're resilient flowers. Seen 'em bloom in August once. [ An offhanded informative comment that's just a tad distracted. What are you going to do with that flower assortment Hawks? And why is that flower here? ]
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In addition to the bellflower stems, Hawks collects mostly other blue toned flowers. It doesn’t take him long once Dabi’s attention is caught to finish picking up flowers, and after one more moment to make sure they were grouped pleasantly, presents the finished bouquet to Dabi.]
“Blue’s my favorite,” right?
[He winks as well, but that’s more force of habit than anything. The rest of his face is more earnest than teasing.]
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...several thoughts run through his head, and he just stares blankly at the bouquet. He doesn't scowl, he doesn't smirk, but there's a flicker of something in his eyes that Hawks has never seen before. ]
Stupid bird...you better not want me to eat these.
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... that wasn’t what Hawks thought was coming at all, and it startles a laugh out of him. ]
I have standards for what I feed people, hotshot. [That’s said with as much mock indignation as Hawks can drum up quickly, although his next statement sounds loses that and just sounds immutably fond. A tiny shake of the flowers happens, as well] Well? Are you gonna accept ‘em?
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There should only be one response to this. In the end, nothing really mattered—everything turned to ash eventually, anyway. He takes the flowers, his eyes drawn to the one contrasting blossom in the sea of blue. The fire never comes. ]
Blue and orange doesn't work in a bouquet. Or ikebana. [ Simply, lamely, this is all he can manage. It's something maybe; unconsciously he pulls the bouquet closer to his chest. ]
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Hawks, hey! [ A hearty wave! ] How much can you carry?
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Hey, Sting. That's--huh. Depends? I'm no slouch with arm strength but I'm not exactly the best bench-presser. Flying depends on a couple different variables.
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Flying's the one I'm interested in. [ Can you see where this is going? Bet you can. ] Do you think you can lift someone up while flying?
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Hawks actually laughs at Stings suggestion, keeping the grin when he finished]
We weren't even here one day and I had to carry Bakugou off when he tried to attack the Sergeant.
[He sizes up Sting real fast-- slightly taller and definitely heavier, if Hawks remembers the guestbook right. Not so to be unmanageable, however.]
You need a lift somewhere?
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No, not a lift. But— [ How to say "Happy's always carrying Natsu around and it looks fun" without sounding stupid? He and Lector have never tried it before, but he wouldn't want to put that pressure on his friend anyway. This might be his one shot to try flying (putting aside float cookies). Embarrassed, he looks down. ] —it looks like it's fun, that's all.
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[The day Hawks managed his first successful flight will always be one of his favorite memories. Nothing beats the freedom the air brings.
Hawks shakes off the memories and closes what distance there was between them. His wings open wide in preparation.] Now. Princess carry or bear hug?
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Beauty salon
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