life's a dance

                                          someone told me there’s a girl out there                                        with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair

                                               KIIINDHEARTED                                        independent mass effect oc

It was a good thing he had fallen back to put some medi-gel on the wound in his side, he saw the husk break through the line, saw it start running towards the biotic students. One whom he knew, leaping over a stack of crates Cillian grabbed the husk by the back of the neck and with a flair of his own biotics threw it twenty feet in the air before cleanly taking it’s head off with his rifle.

“Fall back now!” He barked at the students not yet noticing the wound in his side had reopened. “Get to the fall back positions and get yourselves something to eat. One way or another we are going to need you before this shit show is over.”  His helmet may have covered his face but his voice came out perfectly clear. Looking at Odette he holds out a hand to her. “Come on, let’s get you moving too.” Things were going badly and he was going to be needed again, but for the moment there was enough time to help her.. for now there was time.

The young woman gave a startled shout when the husk was flung aside, and for a moment, she sat in dumb shock. It wasn’t until she heard that voice- that voice! That was when she perked a bit, and as her fellow students fell back, she reached up to take the offered hand, pulling herself shakily to her feet. Of all the people to find them out here!

And oh, was she grateful for it.

Odette muttered a quick prayer in French before steadying herself, then put her free hand over the one he was holding hers with. She was grateful, but even as they were moving off the front lines, she still needed to catch her breath.

They weren’t supposed to be on the front lines. Well... not in theory, at any rate. The Ascension Program students were supposed to be providing support, providing barrier reinforcement and other manners of biotic assistance to the soldiers doing the fighting against Reaper forces on the ground. But things didn’t always go the way they should, and this war was never going to be easy from the start.

Odette was exhausted. There was so little time to recharge between bursts, and now she was up with trained soldiers. She had never even intended to be a soldier herself when she was at Jon Grissom Academy. She just wanted to learn to control her erratic biotics, then go home to New Orleans.

But here she was. Lobbing singularities to be blasted by her fellows with warps, scattering the monstrosities setting upon them. But they were all so tired, and being tired in a situation like this meant making mistakes. The fair haired biotic was shaking, trying to maintain her composure, but she had little energy left, her biotics flickering erratically as she tried to muster up strength.

She was so distracted, so damn tired, that she didn’t even see that she had suddenly become a target...

Hi there! My name’s Jay, and I’m back with my newly revamped blog for my oc Odette Veilleux, the most optimistic little bundle of sunshine and rainbows biotic you’re ever going to meet. So if you’re interested in a sweet, awkward, indie Mass Effect oc, drop me a like or a reblog to help me get around!

                                       “ I am no bird; and no net ensnares me:          I am a free human being with an independent will. ”

The girl’s eyes were wide as could be as she listened to the tale being spun, twisting a few strands of hair between her fingertips. Her own mother wasn’t fond of storytelling… too busy at the opera house.

So hearing someone weave even a bland story was perhaps a little more special to her than most.