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@ichorcrowncd has entered the SR2.
And the Turian was already suspicious. He was used to Cerberus crew in and out of the Normandy, but this one went much further than the navigation bay or the briefing room.
So Garrus followed him through engineering towards the AI core, looming through the window to observe.
What was a little mistrust between forced-work-associates?
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( Sean ; closed thread )
With a grin on his face, Sean officially won this round. Winning a pot of about thirty bucks. It wasn’t a whole lot, expecting to get around sixty, but it was better than losing.
He twisted the cap off his bottle and poured more in his shot glass, slamming back another shot. The burn down his throat energized him and he coughs slightly.
If he knew the man across from him, playing poker with him, he would get an earful. From Dutch and Sean to the other man. But at the moment, he had no clue about the guy, assuming he was just a regular in town.
“Good game, would ya’ say?” he grinned, spoke with so much pride. Of course, the thief would never admit that he cheated a little. More than a little. But if it turned over in his favor, why did he care? He really didn’t.
Trying to make some conversation, he decided to point out the gun on his belt. “Nice- uh, six-shooter ya’ have there. I have one of my own.”
If allowed, he could talk for hours on end. It was either a smart move or he was a complete fool with drawing attention to the guns on them.
“Yer not a bounty hunter, are you?” he was a complete fool, asking questions like this.
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@ichorcrowncd: ❛ you could have killed me. why didn’t you ? ❜ | meme | accepting!
Steel blue eyes narrowed for a split second from across the communal space where Hux sat at the dejarrik table. Awkward wasn’t even the right descriptor for this situation. The apparent spy was smart to ask, Eron had to admit, but he wouldn’t simply lower his blaster simply to give Hux the satisfaction of being given an answer. Far smarter would it be for the General to double cross them now that he was light years away from both the bulk of the First Order and the Resistance. “Believe me, I would have,” he sharply corrected, “But it’s not up to me.”
//does chewie do like barefoot running or anything like that in modern verses?
Chewbacca does not run unless he must but yes, he’d be barefoot while doing it.
LIPS PRESS TOGETHER AS SHE VAULTS OUT THE X-WING . there’s no wince as boots slam against the durasteel deck, but pain shoots up her spine regardless. the glistening hangar of the star destroyer in all its perfection compliments the small grouping of men && women approaching. ❝ frak. ❞ whispered word slips out as fingers run through still sweat damp hair, attempting to order it into something presentable. but there’s no saving her. blood stains her sleeve where a bit of metal ricocheted, fabric torn. the drying red colors the tan of her trouser knees, peppers the hem of her tunic. a lightsaber’s a cauterizing weapon, but explosions are not. dirt && dust remain universal, staining her clothes in smears. && the blasted heat of that planet. to say she needs a sanisteam would be a gross understatement. she’s disgusting.
weary chocolate gaze follows the march of the few officers, noting the redhead general apparently in charge. she knows his name but it slips from her bleary mind. being proper, diplomatic, is how she should act, but she’s too damn tired. straightening her shoulders, she strode toward them, duffel slung over her shoulder. ❝ i could use a bacta bandage. ❞ so too should she introduce herself, but why bother? her face’s plastered on the holonet && the rags what felt like every other week. ❝ && the nearest refresher. ❞
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♢ — my muse and another character ( asker’s choice ) // fiona bc i love the pain
banter meme // always accepting. VERSE 001 ~ MAIN@ichorcrowncd
(Alistair roaming around Skyhold and stumbling into the Library, he sees Fiona as he enters and approaches her.)
Alistair: You’re Grand Enchanter Fiona?Fiona: ... I am, and you must be Alistair, yes?.Alistair: I am... You were once a warden, right?Fiona: I was.Alistair: How... did you cure yourself of the taint?Fiona: If I’m being honest with you, Alistair, I don’t know.Alistair: Was it... blood magic?Fiona: All I know is that I never heard the calling, I don’t think I ever will.Alistair *sighs*: Well, that’s helpful.
(Alistair is scanning the books, seemingly trying to keep himself occupied. Fiona approaches him.)
Fiona: You’re.. King Marics son, yes?Alistair: How did you...Fiona: Duncan. He and I were close friends once, he told me a lot about you.Alistair *chuckles*: All good things I hope!Alistair: But to answer your question, yes... I am- was.Fiona *giggles*: You could have been King, you know.Alistair: I do. But, I don’t want to be. My duty is with the Wardens.Fiona: You and I are alike. I thought the same.Alistair: Huh... strange that.Fiona: You know, your father was a good man.Alistair: Was he? I never knew him.Fiona: I’m sorry...Alistair: Why? It’s not like you had any part in it *chuckles*Fiona: Yes, but from what I heard.. you deserved more.Alistair: ahem... right.
(Alistair makes his way toward the gates as he prepares to leave Skyhold)
Fiona: Alistair!Alistair: Yes? that’s my name.Fiona: I have something to tell you.Alistair: Yes?Fiona: I-Alistair: ...Fiona: I hope your travels treat you kindly and that you find a cure. Alistair: ... Thank you, Grand Enchanter. Same to youAlistair riding offAlistair: Did I just say ‘same to you’?
ϟ for a drunk text WHOOPS
[ sms → ? ] jst want you to lknow[ sms → ? ] not supposed tohave your number in any contascts so i doNT[ sms → ? ] just memori zed it so i could tell you you’re a mena[ sms → ? ] a menace[ sms → ? ] and terbile to wrk with[ sms → ? ] and you have nice hair. very pretth
send Q a text. accepting. @ichorcrowncd.
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He does not much care for Hux. Of this he’s been certain since he’d laid eyes on him, because Dorian considers himself to be quite the judge of character, and he still isn’t sure the man possesses one. Their interactions have been, admittedly, minimal, with little reason to see each other in more than passing and even smaller reason to strike up conversation, the resting look on Hux’s face being one of such profound unfriendliness.
How he ended up opposite the templar at all is a matter of warmth. The war camp is situated on what he believes to be the frostiest peak imaginable, and there is but one fire big enough to warm more than a pinky finger, if only to conserve wood. His complaints might have been in full force since they’ve arrived, but the atmosphere is so sullen even Dorian feels bad contributing to it.
A time for unlikely conversation partners indeed.
“Oh, undoubtedly. Lucky for us the number of people capable of destroying the world is few, isn’t it?” he replies with a cheeky smile. "But small edifices? Food stands? Those are always in danger of meeting their fate to wanton mages.” He tried to respect the stance of templars, once. But only in the way that one politely tries a nasty side dish in the interest of fairness to the estranged relative who brought it.
