Child of War

"One," she held a plated index finger upwards, "The last time I was out of the suit wasn't by my choice, and I nearly died. As you can see, the firearm holsters are attached to the armor itself. In short if the suit goes, the weapons go. And I'll mostly likely be gravely injured or killed."

「Custom suit? You’re not far off. This here’s not a suit—it’s my body. Hah, you might even say I’m in my birthday suit right now—not like it matters to most. Still freaks people out, all the same. Which is why I’m pretty glad to see that you ain’t too bothered by it.」

      His words might have come with a rough tone, but he really was glad for it. Oftentimes, he was so used to being treated like a freak that he had almost forgotten what it was like to be treated like a normal person—the only thing keeping him from really falling into that pit of depression he used to be in was the idea of his family back home.

      The occasional accepting passerby, though, helped with that—and this well-meaning lady seemed to be just that.

"Yeah. Let's just say even your worst nightmares are like children stories compared to what I've seen."

--And suffered.

Alien species warped into abomination weapons driven to genocide. Effective manipulative on the weak mind, forcing friends and family to betray. It was a miracle Shepard's failing mental state managed to cling to a piece of sanity for so long. And the stranger's body? A mere engineering fantasy at that. He truly had no idea how average his appearance was compared to the galaxy's many horrors.

"But anyways, you remind me of one of my teammates. She was my ship's A.I, and managed to hack herself into a mechanical body...Though I assume you aren't just an A.I with a failed skin mod? Either way, it's not that unusual."

"Too ugly to...?" 

At this point, the commander could only respond with a quizzical glance. Enough confrontations with others from separate universes should have dulled the shock value from each individuals' unusual personality and appearance, yet to have to deal with this?

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Someone doesn’t have a sense of humour.

諷: It means the people all around the city. Not numerals.

諷: The more people show up…

[1/2] Y'know, you could have easily just wrote that instead of being unnecessarily vague. 

As soon as his fingertips kissed the rifle's plating, its rear swing upwards and crushed painfully against his jaw. An instinctive action, seeing how Shepard participated in more than a few battles involving another attempting to reach for her weapon.

The Revenant firearm was placed roughly back into its holster behind her back, metallic clicking noises sounding its containment. Meanwhile she eyed the individual with a glare that would break even the most stoic soldier.

"Bears? Wait...You're a bear?!"

The commander dropped to all fours in order to inspect the creature. In truth, Shepard never had much opportunity to view animals from her homeworld other than images scattered across the pages of a textbook. 

諷: “There is no safety in numbers, or in anything else.”

諷: Thoughts?

[1/2] What about numbers?

Sneaky tactic, he thought to himself. Glancing to the brunette behind the counter, the smirk on her lips made him question whether he’d actually said that aloud or not. Badou instantly shook the thought away, instead focusing on the red dot at the center of the dart board. He lined up the dart and sent it flying toward the board.

A single nine points for the redhead’s clumsy shot. Flinging his head back in frustration, he glared at the bartender with a new found irritation. “This game’s rigged! I bet’cha anyone who’s had a beer can’t do it.” He swayed to the counter and slapped one hand down on the surface. After turning to a woman sitting not far off, he challenged her himself.

"Y’know what, you can’t get a bulls eye either—I bet my money on it.”

However a certain individual caught her attention, as his slurred voice rang rather sharply in her ears. And before she could scour for the source--

--he appeared before her with an offer she couldn't refuse. 

"You sure you want to make that kind of bet?" Piercing emerald hues tore away from the cluster of shot glasses spread across the mahogany bar counter. Gloved fingers immediately snatched away the dart, playing with the plastic endpoint, before a rapid jerk of the wrist sent it flying across the room. Countless eyes began to search for the dart, its speed having escaped their peerless gazes. 

Seconds had passed before one pointed towards the dartboard in exclamation. There it was. The needle impaling the center. And the commander hadn't shifted from her seat. 

Admittedly, her response came out rather lame--Yet what other words could have been said? From the city's endless whispers of its citizens, the engineer could have been described as nearly inseparable from his companion. To witness Tony dismiss the other's existence was somewhat...disturbing.

      He’d only come to buy some Gatorade to refill his fuel cells as best he could, but as he entered, he came face to face with someone—a redhead, fairly tall and well-built. Surprised, Raiden opened his mouth to apologize for nearly bumping directly into her, but instead gave her a quick few words.

Deep in thought, it was quite the miracle that the commander refrained from colliding with anyone, as her concentration was devoted to the holographic device encasing her forearm. On the expanded panel hovering above the omni-tool was a list comprised of basic essentials for survival: food, hygiene products, and ammunition (accompanied by their appropriate information). One of her daily runs in public before shutting herself in the lonely apartment with none to follow as company other than morbid thoughts.

Of course her luck shattered as she was suddenly confronted. Rather than a muttered apology any would expect, he thanked her...

TO: Commander Shepard

FROM: Daylen

(1/3) Apologies if this comes out of the blue.

(2/3) But I missed talking to you.

[1/3] it has been a long time, hasn't it?

[2/3] sorry about that. just some things that had to be dealt with