mild spoilers for NPCs and potential plot solutions in first act of ME3
"Wrex." Victus folded his hands in front of him and spoke tersely, raising his voice as the krogan across from him continued to sleep, despite the importance of this and every other meeting he'd slept through in the last month and a half. "Wrex." Mandibles flaring, he looked at the Alliance soldier stationed at the door. He attempted to communicate with a glance that the soldier should attempt to wake up the krogan, but the soldier was either very dumb and not getting the message, or very smart and pretending to not get the message.
"WREX."
Wrex startled awake. "What'd I miss?"
"Do you intend to sleep through these meetings, or...?"
"Forty six children, Victus. Forty. Six. You be responsible for forty six children and then tell me how many boring meetings you sleep through." Wrex held Victus's stare until Victus was forced to look away. Wrex grunted and smiled. "I like you, Adrien, but you put a man to sleep like an elcor reading nutrition facts," he flashed a grin at the turian and settled back down in his chair. "Wake me when something interesting happens."
Victus took a deep breath and tried not to consider researching who was next on the Primacy's list.
Prompts: -she was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes -workin' on mysteries without any clues -we were just young and restless and bored
she was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyesskellington1April 4 2012, 21:09:14 UTC
As soon as I 'met' Traynor in ME3 she was immediately paired with one of my few OCs. Then I had to figure out how to get the OC on the damn ship. And retcon the OC's field of study, but I was planning that anyway. :P
"T'SONI!" Thankfully, Shepard directed the bellow away from Ness's ear, though after the constant thunder of gunfire on Benning, maybe it wouldn't have mattered.
"Siddown a minute, kid."
Ness obediently plopped down onto a crate, wondering if soldiers ever felt this way or it was only silly civilians, who really ought to be safely in their academic ivory towers instead of running around with pistols pretending they knew what to do with them. The aftereffects of fear and adrenaline, combined with the sheer improbability of seeing Rhi again, had made her a little silly.
Behind her, she heard a new voice, lighter than Rhi's, with a British accent.
"Sorry, commander. Liara was busy, she asked me to come see what --"
"You'll do. Traynor, I want you to meet my friend Vanessa. Nessie, Samantha Traynor. She'll show you around and find you something clean to borrow. I have to sort out the rest of the mess."
Rhi walked away too quickly. Suddenly the echoing hangar seemed much stranger.
"Well, that was abrupt," said the accent, "I guess this is even stranger to you than it is to me. And we both landed here without even a toothbrush."
Ness turned from watching Rhi's departing figure and startled. The accent belonged to a pretty woman with a genuine smile and the most beautiful dark eyes. "Oh, er, hi." She started to clasp her hand, then realized she was filthy. "Oops. Sorry."
The woman -- Sam, that was it -- grinned. "Not much messier than the rest of this ship. Come on," she took the proffered hand despite all and hauled Ness to her feet, "Let's get you cleaned up."
prompts - Love at first bite - Spilled Milk - Wherever you go, there you are
"Wrex." Victus folded his hands in front of him and spoke tersely, raising his voice as the krogan across from him continued to sleep, despite the importance of this and every other meeting he'd slept through in the last month and a half. "Wrex." Mandibles flaring, he looked at the Alliance soldier stationed at the door. He attempted to communicate with a glance that the soldier should attempt to wake up the krogan, but the soldier was either very dumb and not getting the message, or very smart and pretending to not get the message.
"WREX."
Wrex startled awake. "What'd I miss?"
"Do you intend to sleep through these meetings, or...?"
"Forty six children, Victus. Forty. Six. You be responsible for forty six children and then tell me how many boring meetings you sleep through." Wrex held Victus's stare until Victus was forced to look away. Wrex grunted and smiled. "I like you, Adrien, but you put a man to sleep like an elcor reading nutrition facts," he flashed a grin at the turian and settled back down in his chair. "Wake me when something interesting happens."
Victus took a deep breath and tried not to consider researching who was next on the Primacy's list.
Prompts:
-she was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes
-workin' on mysteries without any clues
-we were just young and restless and bored
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(Now filled with very cute mental images of baby krogans)
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"T'SONI!" Thankfully, Shepard directed the bellow away from Ness's ear, though after the constant thunder of gunfire on Benning, maybe it wouldn't have mattered.
"Siddown a minute, kid."
Ness obediently plopped down onto a crate, wondering if soldiers ever felt this way or it was only silly civilians, who really ought to be safely in their academic ivory towers instead of running around with pistols pretending they knew what to do with them. The aftereffects of fear and adrenaline, combined with the sheer improbability of seeing Rhi again, had made her a little silly.
Behind her, she heard a new voice, lighter than Rhi's, with a British accent.
"Sorry, commander. Liara was busy, she asked me to come see what --"
"You'll do. Traynor, I want you to meet my friend Vanessa. Nessie, Samantha Traynor. She'll show you around and find you something clean to borrow. I have to sort out the rest of the mess."
Rhi walked away too quickly. Suddenly the echoing hangar seemed much stranger.
"Well, that was abrupt," said the accent, "I guess this is even stranger to you than it is to me. And we both landed here without even a toothbrush."
Ness turned from watching Rhi's departing figure and startled. The accent belonged to a pretty woman with a genuine smile and the most beautiful dark eyes. "Oh, er, hi." She started to clasp her hand, then realized she was filthy. "Oops. Sorry."
The woman -- Sam, that was it -- grinned. "Not much messier than the rest of this ship. Come on," she took the proffered hand despite all and hauled Ness to her feet, "Let's get you cleaned up."
prompts
- Love at first bite
- Spilled Milk
- Wherever you go, there you are
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