As Garrus sat eating his lunch, a bleary-eyed Jack stumbled through the kitchen clutching a bottle. A grunt greeted his "Good morning" as she slid open the door and stepped out onto the back deck. After a moment's hesitation, Garrus followed her to where she stood looking out over the ocean and taking shots of some kind of human alcohol
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She came in through the bathroom windowkalihiraJune 27 2012, 17:40:17 UTC
Kaidan sighed contentedly as a cool mountain breeze caressed his skin. 2 years, six months and 24 days since the Reapers had been destroyed and they were finally out of London. Shepard was well on her way to recovery, finally able to get around with out the use of crutches. He had suggested they get away some where tropical where they could lay in the sun and drink garish colored alcohol in glasses the size of fishbowls. Shepard wanted nature, mountains, trees, solitude. He rented a cabin Portland and off they went
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Boots on the groundinfelixsororJune 27 2012, 17:38:38 UTC
Captain Reynolds would be the first to admit that he had spent a large part of the last few months desperately wishing for orders, for something resembling a chain of command, or even just a simple plan. Something to work towards. And it did seem a little ungrateful to complain about the first clear order he’d received in close to a year.
But being told that he needed to get as many soldiers as he possibly could to London before Shepard arrived as some unknown future point to say the goddamn day was not the sort of order that he’d had in mind. Especially not when issues like where the hell to store all these soldiers before they were needed, or where to get the supplies necessary for a force that size or even how to get the bastards to London in the first place were all apparently someone else’s problem as far as the people giving the orders were concerned.
Reynolds had always hated being someone else in these situations
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Re: Boots on the groundsiujerkjaiJune 27 2012, 21:19:47 UTC
I cannot imagine how that final battle would have looked to the average grunt. Well, actually, I can now because you've provided a really good sense of it. Well done.
Re: All the feels (2/2)soaringsparrowsJune 27 2012, 22:11:30 UTC
If 'exhausted' was a thing shadows-of-their-living-selves could feel, Shepard would feel it. She still wasn't sure how she'd sent the messages - she'd just screamed into the darkness until something screamed back (and she was expecting it to have been herself, anyway) - but there was something comforting and simultaneously terrifying about getting a response. Kaidan knew she was still around, even if she couldn't tell him the specifics. How could she, when she didn't even know herself? All she knew was that somehow, her mind was still tethered tenuously to the galaxy
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Re: All the feels (2/2)soaringsparrowsJune 27 2012, 22:26:56 UTC
I'm making myself feel better by drawing out the rest of my headcanon since that ficlet isn't anywhere near it yet. I'll be posting it soon over at the main comm.
And I still haven't gotten over my Kaidanmance feels - I keep getting ninja'd by pictures of the goodbye scene and then I have to sit there and flail for a few moments because AUGH KAIDAN
there's a reason i chose that scene to spark shepard into remembering herself
Indoctrinationailyn_moreauJune 27 2012, 23:00:46 UTC
They weren’t going to last much longer.
The Reapers were starting to move inward from the eastern seaboard. They’d already lost contact with the safehouses north of New York and west of Boston. Information from that area was increasingly scarce, and it was becoming clear they wouldn’t be able to keep their route to the Adirondacks undetected much longer. They’d taken a chance and sent out a small scouting party nearly a week ago, hoping to get a better idea of where the Reaper forces were, but none had returned.
Marie wasn’t letting herself think about that. It would take another day, maybe two, before they’d be ready to abandon their safehouse entirely, and the best way to keep her mind off the fact that her husband was probably never coming back was to keep busy. Supplies needed to be packed, the area marked as unsafe…
When their lookout told her he spotted one of the scouting party returning, she dropped what she was doing and ran out to see who it was. Elation filled her when she realized her husband was back.
Re: IndoctrinationsiujerkjaiJune 27 2012, 23:13:40 UTC
You know, for all that we get wrapped up in Shepard and his/her team, the real tragedy is with the people down on the ground. This is a great reminder of that.
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But being told that he needed to get as many soldiers as he possibly could to London before Shepard arrived as some unknown future point to say the goddamn day was not the sort of order that he’d had in mind. Especially not when issues like where the hell to store all these soldiers before they were needed, or where to get the supplies necessary for a force that size or even how to get the bastards to London in the first place were all apparently someone else’s problem as far as the people giving the orders were concerned.
Reynolds had always hated being someone else in these situations ( ... )
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Things will probably pick up around here a little later =).
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And ha, I know, I'm just needy because I'm at work NOW and need you guys to entertain me. What else am I supposed to do, my job or something? ;)
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I have not yet played the EC with my Kaidanmancer who picked Synthesis. I am afraid of the feels.
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And I still haven't gotten over my Kaidanmance feels - I keep getting ninja'd by pictures of the goodbye scene and then I have to sit there and flail for a few moments because AUGH KAIDAN
there's a reason i chose that scene to spark shepard into remembering herself
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The Reapers were starting to move inward from the eastern seaboard. They’d already lost contact with the safehouses north of New York and west of Boston. Information from that area was increasingly scarce, and it was becoming clear they wouldn’t be able to keep their route to the Adirondacks undetected much longer. They’d taken a chance and sent out a small scouting party nearly a week ago, hoping to get a better idea of where the Reaper forces were, but none had returned.
Marie wasn’t letting herself think about that. It would take another day, maybe two, before they’d be ready to abandon their safehouse entirely, and the best way to keep her mind off the fact that her husband was probably never coming back was to keep busy. Supplies needed to be packed, the area marked as unsafe…
When their lookout told her he spotted one of the scouting party returning, she dropped what she was doing and ran out to see who it was. Elation filled her when she realized her husband was back.
“Jon! ( ... )
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