Filthy mouth, no excuse // Find a new place to hang this noose
Characters: Shepard and Garrus
Location: The Undercity
Planet: Coruscant
When: After her hideously awkward conversation with Kaidan
What: PBlowing off very confused and angry steam
Rating: A for Angst
[She's always found it amusing when thugs throw themselves at her, guns blazing and a spray of bullets erupting around her. Blaster bolts are equally thrilling, she's discovered just by being here these past few months, and her poor armor is already showing the wear and tear of her brash fighting style.
But she's left the humans far behind at this point as she travels further into the seedy and dark part of Coruscant, beneath the vibrant lights--and they're still very bright, even with the darkened atmosphere of the planet--where the worst of the worst exist.
She's in the mood for a fight, to get her hands dirty and work out her frustration, whether it's with hands or guns.
One of the shorter, round darkspawn comes hurtling at her from the side, and with a growl, teeth bared, she thrusts her hand at it and watches with satisfaction as it lifts into the air, hovers, and slams into the the ground with enough force to crack open its skull.
It's not enough.]
Location: The Undercity
Planet: Coruscant
When: After her hideously awkward conversation with Kaidan
What: PBlowing off very confused and angry steam
Rating: A for Angst
[She's always found it amusing when thugs throw themselves at her, guns blazing and a spray of bullets erupting around her. Blaster bolts are equally thrilling, she's discovered just by being here these past few months, and her poor armor is already showing the wear and tear of her brash fighting style.
But she's left the humans far behind at this point as she travels further into the seedy and dark part of Coruscant, beneath the vibrant lights--and they're still very bright, even with the darkened atmosphere of the planet--where the worst of the worst exist.
She's in the mood for a fight, to get her hands dirty and work out her frustration, whether it's with hands or guns.
One of the shorter, round darkspawn comes hurtling at her from the side, and with a growl, teeth bared, she thrusts her hand at it and watches with satisfaction as it lifts into the air, hovers, and slams into the the ground with enough force to crack open its skull.
It's not enough.]