#apexulansis

incorrect quotes time baybee!!!ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ∘ ˚ ( accepting!! )

byan: there's nothing to do…. ardaka: you can wash the dishes you promised to wash about a week ago. byan, pulling out their phone: nevermind.

ardaka: you know, people treat me like a god. byan: ...how? ardaka: they ignore my existence unless they need something.

byan, reading a clifford the big red dog book: ardaka, watching: how did he get to be so big? do they ever explain that? byan: well, emily’s love for him grew, and so did he. ardaka: well, that creature you brought in off the street is pretty small. guess that says something about you, huh? byan, angrily shutting their book: YOU’RE SMALL! WHAT DOES THAT SAY ABOUT YOUR PARENTS?!?!

ardaka: remember what i told you. byan: don’t be a cunt.

byan: do you think i’m ugly? ardaka: it’s not about looks, byan. what’s valuable is on the inside… byan: oh… ardaka: for example, someone's heart. byan: aw… stop it— ardaka: it could be purchased for more than a million dollars, you know. byan: ...seriously, stop.

some of this... debatable

Smash or Pass | Accepting

Multiple arms? Tall? Claws and a set of muscles that look like could crush him? The multiple eyes are a bonus. The more to look at him the better, thank you very much.

"You prefer top or bottom? I can do either, baby."

new msg received @ private terminal —— @apexulansis

〝Kiz viiza ke koz sauh exa var sukeh kyrr zek khaskha?〞

AT THE UNDOUBTEDLY ALIEN SOUND, Shepard's head snaps up, eyes flickering towards the door to the AI core. He might've thought his translator was glitching out ... but ( though he's no scholar ) he's certain that, in his years of idly absorbing the sounds from intergalactic broadcasts and in all his recent travels, he hasn't heard anything remotely like this. And the fact that they have the single Kariian in the galaxy aboard the Normandy — as far as Shepard knows, anyway — suggests that no amount of running those words through a translator will bring up anything of use to him.

Shepard turns his gaze upwards for a moment. Mulls over the foreign sounds, rolls them over his tongue, and mouths them several times over, silently, as he follows the grooves in the medbay's ceiling.

" ... exa var sukeh kyrr zak kheskha. " Mumbled more to himself than to Ardaka. Though, eventually, he pivots his eyes to the Kariian; they gleam with an unusual, almost boyish sort of curiosity. " What does that mean? "

He's not sure the words were meant for him. Maybe not. Shepard's only just found his way into the medical bay for a routine check-up that Chakwas, wherever she is now, has been pressing him about. But he would guess that Ardaka's likely on his way out from entertaining the seemingly endless enquiries of their resident geth.

" UNREGISTERED LIFE FORM DETECTED. " extranet search protocols initiated. individual's height, approximate, 2.6 metres; sinonasal region formed by a structure radiating numerous appendages, exuding excessive heat beyond most observable organic ranges; thick fur, white, appearance suggests full-bodied coat [ data insufficient ] ; four eyes, two non-organic [ data irrelevant, removed from search ] —— no matches found in intergalactic census or medical data. no observations of similar life forms in user-operated forums.

" you are an undocumented organic species. " LEGION maintain a distance of five metres; for physical security, shepard-commander's typical proximity to crewmates is unadvised. [ the majority of shepard-commander's actions are unadvised. trajectory of career with shepard-commander's personal and military records is ordinarily highly unlikely. yet shepard-commander's upwards movement in the alliance armed forces defies this.

[ conclusion: relevant data not always considered; human judgement consistently irrational. shepard-commander consistently irrational —— accounting for this, platform advised to retreat from unidentified organic by additional 1.5 metres. ]

" we propose an exchange of information. we are geth ... networked artificial intelligences, designed by the quarian people. we served our creators through labour, technological maintenance and advancement, and a variety of additional tasks. until 288 years prior: in the morning war.

“I never invited you to drink it you lecherous cretin.”

His search for Tzeen'neth had led him here, in this icy-hell full of icy hellbeasts. The clime wasn't so the tastes of his kin, so the BLOOD GOD was left to forge alone through the snow and frozen rain.

She Of One Thousand Eyes. It had to be him-- the Changer; guised and goading them. Khorne marched through sleet and storm, a blade-tusked skull clutched in his talons. The snow melted around him, turning to water that sizzled off his infernal skin. Upon his back was a cape of bones and white-fur pelts, for many beasts had tried to harry his path and found only death for their efforts.

In his other hand was a native. Bright red blood, and black bones of which the Blood God was grimly fond. He held the being up by the scruff with a single hand.

" The Thousand Eyed One. You say she resides here, in this city of mortals?"