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Jul 08, 2009 18:17

Who: Garrus Vakarian (turian_honor) & OPEN
When: After Tiny!Garrus talked to Big!Samus
Where: Halls, stairwells, cafeteria.
Rating: PG
Summary: The tiny turian was told he would be a great officer someday... so he goes on what he deems an epic quest to train himself.
Warnings: Peep Dammit None

( He missed his father. )

garrus vakarian, hallelujah haptism

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bloody_hymn July 9 2009, 01:44:29 UTC

He had slunk out of the room quietly, leaving Allelujah inside as he went to forage for food- he had found it earlier, and just kept hoping that he'd avoid anything- guards with guns, doctors with sedatives, anyone and everyone who would either resume experimentation on them, or just kill him for killing his handlers and escaping the last time. Large, mismatched eyes blinked as he looked down the hallway- there was a nurse, but she was shambling in the opposite direction. E-57 hiked up his long, bloodstained shirt, and quickly began to make his way down the hall to the stairs.

It was amazing how easy it was to get around without being seen sometimes... and if he was seen, no one seemed to care. So he wasted no time in beginning to step down the stairs, before the antics of some. Fluffy. Scaley. Thing caught his attention.

...What kit one of those kids who said they could fly? or the chirpy thing?

He blinked again as it hopped down the stairs in front of him.

"What are you, a chicken?" He hadn't seen a chicken before, but he ( ... )

turian_honor July 9 2009, 02:45:44 UTC

Uh oh... it was a human. Was it a girl human? They were wearing a dress... A weird looking dress. He toddled back a step, staring at it with his head cocked. What was he supposed to do? His father would be angry if he found out his son was playing with humans. Or even talking to them. Which was kind of silly, he decided, since his father was always on the vids with them...

"I'm not a chicken!" he said, finally, his childish pride injured. Downy feathers fluffed up indignantly. "An' I don't squawk!"

When the human reached over to poke at him, Garrus shoved at the offending hand as hard as he could. A turian child's small talons would do little to hurt an adult, or even another child, but that was back home, and humans didn't have scales. He'd never interacted with a human before...

"Don' touch me!"

bloody_hymn July 9 2009, 04:52:37 UTC

When the talons met his skin, he let out a small yelp, drawing it back quickly- quick enough to prevent them from doing more than leaving bright pink scratches across and back of his hand as he clutched it to his chest. He didn't stop what he was doing, though, simply shifting the way he stood- his shoulders came up more, defensively gripping the stinging hand. So this thing was going to hurt him. That was okay. He had fought kids with weapos before- like on the carrier right before he arrived. And the talons weren't too bad... At least one of the kids he killed had a knife, didn't they?

He didn't remember that well. Which was worrisome. But not a concern at the moment.

His brows furrowed as he glared at the Turian. "Sure ya are, chicken." he emphasized that last word. "And I'm sure you're tastier than anything they have downstairs." The words were snarled out angrily as he finally let go of the hand- grazed, in pain, but not gratuitously bleeding or anything, so that was good ( ... )

turian_honor July 9 2009, 05:13:46 UTC

Garrus stared at the human's hand, confused. He hadn't wanted to be touched, but what had happened? Had he hurt the person? He really hadn't meant to--just push the hand away, not hurt anything. The kids around his home had been in pushing matches before, and no one had ever gotten hurt. But you didn't hurt people--that was what the bad guys did, not officers. And he was going to be an officer.

He blinked, looking from both their hands to the human's weird face. "Are you okay...?" he started to ask. But then the human was talking again, growling almost like a turian. For a second, Garrus was stunned into quiet, watching with a curious expression. "You sound like my dad when he gets mad," he announced.

Only to be pushed back. "Hey!" And he wobbled, falling down the last step to the landing, in a heap of scrawny limbs and down feathers. "You started it!"

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