#individualitylost

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        It’s a good way to meet new people, right? Letting them discover you cursing and screaming your head off at... A frog. Well, more accurately, the kaerkyn next to it. One could see the headlines already; ‘A Human Woman Fist Fight’s A Kaerkyn - Stay Tuned As It’s Friends Show Up!’

        And then, she spots him.

 “I suppose it’s only fair to tell you the truth.”

  She supposes too that the air should be cleared; after all, the last two years have been spent studiously getting to know all of Shepard, beyond reconstructing his physical body from ruin. His achievements, his past (from what the records shows), and the recent accomplishments of the Normandy crew in saving the Citadel. 

  Miranda pushes herself away from the desk, feet planting together before rising swiftly, in an ornate, graceful manner. While not necessarily in command of this ship, the air about a dignified officer remains the same, standing tall, even before donning high heels. 

  The chair is pushed in before she moves towards the latter half of her office, minutely minimalist and devoid of clutter. Miranda is drawn towards the glass, admiring the trillions of stars amid the background of dark colour in deep space. Hands fold neatly together in front of herself; the words in her mind come together, formulaic in their presentation as if reading a medical dossier. Rigid, routine, and scientific.

     “You are aware that Dr. T’Soni was responsible for retrieving your... corpse.” 

   It is a statement, rather than a question. If he is not informed, he is now. Shepard in his resurrection is all but her creation. The resources came from numerous backers, dealt by the hands of The Illusive Man himself, sure, but it is her hand, her brilliance that is responsible for the man standing before her, leading this mission. 

The deafening roars of the Armax Arsenal Arena filled Big Boss’ ears. The war against the Reapers had hit them on all fronts and both Anderson and Hackett wanted all N7 on deck, and that included him as well as his entire organisation known as Militaires Sans Frontieres (or Soldiers Without Borders). Why was he in the Arena? To blow off some steam, training with his men could only do so much so he decided to vent while shooting the Geth, Collectors or Cerberus. 

The match itself was easy. There was a reason why The Boss had taken an interest on him and had turned him into what he was today. Once the match was done and he collected his prize of 10000 Credits, he headed towards the changing room to remove his gear. However, there was someone he didn’t expect to see there; someone he hadn’t seen since their training in Vila Militar in Rio de Janeiro. And that one person was none other than the first human Spectre. Commander Shepard himself. Big Boss let out a chuckle as he finished putting on his usual combat fatigues and bandana before approaching his old friend.

       … ( ♊ MEME. ♊ )

❤ - @individualitylost.

Luca, Luca, Luca, where can I start? I’m very proud and happy to now call them my friend. We’ve somehow managed to create a number of different relationships between a variety of our muses. Between lovers and spouses, friends, parental and sass buddies. Their writing flows with such ease, and is something I take as inspiration.

❤ - @elcnath

Precious Ruth. Their ability to convey so many characters so fully and flawlessly, to take them and mould them, shape them into something that is unique. Not to mention, they are impeccably kind, and always there to help others.

❤ - @littlelakegirl

... ｢  ☆ . ｣

       Delicate pale hands pulled at the green riding cloak that cover her long dress with flowing shades of greens, which seemed to only further  highlight  her luminous golden hair,  that is pinned back away from her face.

At the sight of the Prince with the horses,  she beamed,  with both her bright grin that showed perfect white teeth  &&  a  SPARKLE  of glitter appeared at the end of her tresses;  the Star practically skipped across to him.