Garrus Vakarian (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
forgivetheinsubordination) wrote2037-04-27 09:49 pm
forgivetheinsubordination) wrote2037-04-27 09:49 pm
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IC Contact - Consignment
vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
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[Garrus waves back.]
One day you'll ask.
[He's smug on that, at least. If Zelos asks directly, he'll tell. Until then, it'll be something that's just there and never clear.]
And thanks. It's a work of... something. You know. I'm sure there won't be a use for it, but it'll be there anyway.
One day you'll ask.
[He's smug on that, at least. If Zelos asks directly, he'll tell. Until then, it'll be something that's just there and never clear.]
And thanks. It's a work of... something. You know. I'm sure there won't be a use for it, but it'll be there anyway.
If we have to take on the local population I'm sure it'll come in handy. ...For about ten minutes.
[The day he asks directly is probably going to be the day he's sure one of them's going to die. He's a man with a lot of issues and having things with others that are only his has a hell of a lot of a draw. Even if it's something as farcical as acting overly intrigued by Garrus's love life. I'm sorry every relation with Zelos is secretly unhealthy laughs.
Reaching into his belt he pulls out a command badge, holding it out to Garrus.]
I found this interesting thing in a pile of bones~. It doesn't quite sit right with me I figured it might be more up your alley.
[Aka he is giving it to you Garrus, yes.]
[The day he asks directly is probably going to be the day he's sure one of them's going to die. He's a man with a lot of issues and having things with others that are only his has a hell of a lot of a draw. Even if it's something as farcical as acting overly intrigued by Garrus's love life. I'm sorry every relation with Zelos is secretly unhealthy laughs.
Reaching into his belt he pulls out a command badge, holding it out to Garrus.]
I found this interesting thing in a pile of bones~. It doesn't quite sit right with me I figured it might be more up your alley.
[Aka he is giving it to you Garrus, yes.]
Juggernaut. And as far as I know, they didn't.
[His voice is a little distant as he answers, gaze on the horizon. Equal decoration would lessen the chance of enemies grabbing the real cuff, but it would still stand out.]
Wonder if we can get some sort of... cloaking upgrade, just for the cuffs. Because there are cloaking devices, but they're for the full person. Know someone who can sew, too. Maybe a combo of the two. Don't really know what would work.
[He's built some things in his time, but nothing like a cloaking device or camo circuit.]
[His voice is a little distant as he answers, gaze on the horizon. Equal decoration would lessen the chance of enemies grabbing the real cuff, but it would still stand out.]
Wonder if we can get some sort of... cloaking upgrade, just for the cuffs. Because there are cloaking devices, but they're for the full person. Know someone who can sew, too. Maybe a combo of the two. Don't really know what would work.
[He's built some things in his time, but nothing like a cloaking device or camo circuit.]
[A moment after he takes it to see what it is, Garrus is tapping a code into his locator. There's only one person he knows who has had a badge that looks like this... and Steve's easily found which means he's not dead underground. Garrus shakes his head as he turns the badge over.]
It's... You've seen the file, yeah?
[He calls it up on his blackglass, tilting the screen so Zelos can see it.]
Did you see any of what the other people here are wearing?
[The Almina's symbol, basically. Its presence would say something, its absence... might not. The bearer of this badge could have been stripped of it before they became bones, after all.]
It's... You've seen the file, yeah?
[He calls it up on his blackglass, tilting the screen so Zelos can see it.]
Did you see any of what the other people here are wearing?
[The Almina's symbol, basically. Its presence would say something, its absence... might not. The bearer of this badge could have been stripped of it before they became bones, after all.]
[He doesn't speak up immediately. What to say... This whole situation brings up bad memories. The facts...they're looking so similar. What he's seeing now and what he dealt with two years ago... He wants to be wrong about it, but he can't shake the feeling this is all not a coincidence.]
I know the Almina crew's here.
[It's an admittance and for once he doesn't look like a complete clown. Rather there's a dispirited seriousness that probably doesn't seem to suit a colorful guy like him.]
I came across a lot of skeletons. Some were mutated or in the process of mutating like the people in the subway. The ones with this were different. I won't say they were an angel's, but... I've ripped the wings off a hell of a lot of angels and I know what that looks like on a corpse. Someone had cut the wings off of this person.
I know the Almina crew's here.
[It's an admittance and for once he doesn't look like a complete clown. Rather there's a dispirited seriousness that probably doesn't seem to suit a colorful guy like him.]
I came across a lot of skeletons. Some were mutated or in the process of mutating like the people in the subway. The ones with this were different. I won't say they were an angel's, but... I've ripped the wings off a hell of a lot of angels and I know what that looks like on a corpse. Someone had cut the wings off of this person.
[Zelos gets a sidelong look. Garrus really wants to know why an angel would be familiar with ripping the wings off other angels, but he's doing his best to not ask. Later, maybe.]
In the process of mutating. So something like halfway points? Partly... Wait.
[He tilts his head, mandibles drawing close to his face.]
Were the skeletons all human?
[The colony is human buildings, human things. It would line up, but he doesn't know what it means yet if it's all humans who changed into these things.]
In the process of mutating. So something like halfway points? Partly... Wait.
[He tilts his head, mandibles drawing close to his face.]
Were the skeletons all human?
[The colony is human buildings, human things. It would line up, but he doesn't know what it means yet if it's all humans who changed into these things.]
[He tilts his head the slightest.]
...Yeah. They were. Or something easily mistaken for it. [...] Have you noticed the CDC has a real thing for the world "Earth"? I read up a bit on it on the Neheda. It seems to be a place with just humans.
[What that means he doesn't know at all.]
...Yeah. They were. Or something easily mistaken for it. [...] Have you noticed the CDC has a real thing for the world "Earth"? I read up a bit on it on the Neheda. It seems to be a place with just humans.
[What that means he doesn't know at all.]
Cloaking?
[ He has her attention again: she doesn't recognise the term. ]
What do you mean by that?
[ He has her attention again: she doesn't recognise the term. ]
What do you mean by that?
[ It feels too much like idle gossip, talking about them like this. D'Artagnan doesn't know exactly what has passed between them, but he knows it's more serious than that. He mostly just wants to leave it alone. ]
Of course. I had to make sure you were safe.
Let me know if you need me, all right, Garrus?
Of course. I had to make sure you were safe.
Let me know if you need me, all right, Garrus?
...I guess.
[ At least, he's trying, even if he doesn't sound so sure. But comparing a predator to a gun, that sort of situation... ]
Isn't that just safety?
[ At least, he's trying, even if he doesn't sound so sure. But comparing a predator to a gun, that sort of situation... ]
Isn't that just safety?
[Garrus chuckles, a little amused.]
Human homeworld, yeah. Most people here are from there. Or versions of there. Whereas Palaven is the turian homeworld, Rannoch for quarians, and so on. Not sure if the fixation is CDC-wide or just the Ne--hm.
[The Almina recruits here were mostly human. Maybe it is a CDC thing.]
Never mind. There were a lot of humans in the crew that was on the planet on fire, too, on the Almina, we sent a bunch to the Qohol, saw some on Dakham. And now this. Don't... Don't really know what to think about that.
[He'd run into one other turian here, heard one mentioned, but that's it.]
What's your world called?
Human homeworld, yeah. Most people here are from there. Or versions of there. Whereas Palaven is the turian homeworld, Rannoch for quarians, and so on. Not sure if the fixation is CDC-wide or just the Ne--hm.
[The Almina recruits here were mostly human. Maybe it is a CDC thing.]
Never mind. There were a lot of humans in the crew that was on the planet on fire, too, on the Almina, we sent a bunch to the Qohol, saw some on Dakham. And now this. Don't... Don't really know what to think about that.
[He'd run into one other turian here, heard one mentioned, but that's it.]
What's your world called?
Uh.
[That's one of the things Garrus doesn't tend to keep on him, though he touches an armor compartment anyway as if the device he'd bought would materialize.]
If we walk back to my rover I can grab the one I own, show you, or I could attempt to explain. Just won't be a very satisfying explanation.
[Not with the tech level of her world being what it is.]
Basically makes you invisible to the eye, some tech.
[That's one of the things Garrus doesn't tend to keep on him, though he touches an armor compartment anyway as if the device he'd bought would materialize.]
If we walk back to my rover I can grab the one I own, show you, or I could attempt to explain. Just won't be a very satisfying explanation.
[Not with the tech level of her world being what it is.]
Basically makes you invisible to the eye, some tech.
Yeah. I will.
[It could be something human. He's only really gotten top know humans over the last few years. There's always more to learn.
Stiffly Garrus gets up, stretching a little to ease some on the muscle aches, before opening the rover door.]
I'll see you again soon, I'm sure. Let's plan on a better reason next time.
[It could be something human. He's only really gotten top know humans over the last few years. There's always more to learn.
Stiffly Garrus gets up, stretching a little to ease some on the muscle aches, before opening the rover door.]
I'll see you again soon, I'm sure. Let's plan on a better reason next time.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
More or less. Had a reunion with a friend first. And their foot, as I was digging out. You good? Laser sword intact?
[It's deliberate teasing, based on how Luke had said that.]
More or less. Had a reunion with a friend first. And their foot, as I was digging out. You good? Laser sword intact?
[It's deliberate teasing, based on how Luke had said that.]
...It's Tethe'alla. Recently it combined with a second planet. Nobody has a name for the new world yet.
[Like everything else in his life it's a complicated situation. Because the universe likes to shit on him or something, really there's no rhyme or reason to any of it. ...But he really doesn't want to be here at a time like this. With Tethe'alla and Sylvarant still learning to coexist and snapping up opportunities to fight eachother along the way. It's really...painful...not being able to be there to do his share and help work towards a peaceful world with everyone. But everyone has pains like this; he's not the only one who's life is being interrupted by the CDC.]
It's not a planet that belongs to any one race. We've got a few. [Elves and humans, dwarves and half-elves, summon spirits, centurions, the list goes on.] What was Dakham?
[Like everything else in his life it's a complicated situation. Because the universe likes to shit on him or something, really there's no rhyme or reason to any of it. ...But he really doesn't want to be here at a time like this. With Tethe'alla and Sylvarant still learning to coexist and snapping up opportunities to fight eachother along the way. It's really...painful...not being able to be there to do his share and help work towards a peaceful world with everyone. But everyone has pains like this; he's not the only one who's life is being interrupted by the CDC.]
It's not a planet that belongs to any one race. We've got a few. [Elves and humans, dwarves and half-elves, summon spirits, centurions, the list goes on.] What was Dakham?
[ He doesn't consider it much of a guessing game, but with no proof Garrus isn't wrong - they're stuck at another dead end.
His brow furrows at the question, head tilting to the side again. ]
Drink. [ When he could in the field, even when it didn't do anything - like now. Memorials had been erected and words long past printed by the time he found out most of his friends were dead. He carries all of his ghosts with him. ] Stay alive.
[ He says both answers without any sense of facetiousness. ]
His brow furrows at the question, head tilting to the side again. ]
Drink. [ When he could in the field, even when it didn't do anything - like now. Memorials had been erected and words long past printed by the time he found out most of his friends were dead. He carries all of his ghosts with him. ] Stay alive.
[ He says both answers without any sense of facetiousness. ]
Safety plays a part in it, sure.
[Maybe he's explaining this poorly. He takes two clothes as he tries to find a way to continue, passing one of them to Red.]
Let me try a different angle. And these are for wiping down the pieces, while we talk. You respect your pokemon. You treat them with care and pay attention to how they're doing, give them what they need, and expect them to do their job. Right? A gun doesn't need to eat, but it needs ammo. Doesn't need water, but it needs to be cleaned. If something jams, you've gotta take care of it. And then it does what you need it to do.
[Maybe he's explaining this poorly. He takes two clothes as he tries to find a way to continue, passing one of them to Red.]
Let me try a different angle. And these are for wiping down the pieces, while we talk. You respect your pokemon. You treat them with care and pay attention to how they're doing, give them what they need, and expect them to do their job. Right? A gun doesn't need to eat, but it needs ammo. Doesn't need water, but it needs to be cleaned. If something jams, you've gotta take care of it. And then it does what you need it to do.
[Luckily, unfortunately, same difference.]
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
If I had an answer for that I'd tell you. Could be some sort of religious significance thing, church and death and coming back? Not really a student of religion, though.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Do know that I'm glad the graves weren't any deeper. We could've lost a few to panic if they were.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
If I had an answer for that I'd tell you. Could be some sort of religious significance thing, church and death and coming back? Not really a student of religion, though.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Do know that I'm glad the graves weren't any deeper. We could've lost a few to panic if they were.
[There's a lead, but again, no proof. If something comes up he'll take it, but until then... Until then, it's basically as Steve says.]
Drink. Stay alive.
[Garrus' hand goes up to his visor and he pulls it off. It's the first time Steve will have seen Garrus without it, and if Rogers looks at where Garrus' thumb is tracing, there's a list of names burned on the inside.]
And remember. As long as you remember, they're not completely gone.
[He raises his bottle with his other hand, holds it out toward Steve.]
To them?
Drink. Stay alive.
[Garrus' hand goes up to his visor and he pulls it off. It's the first time Steve will have seen Garrus without it, and if Rogers looks at where Garrus' thumb is tracing, there's a list of names burned on the inside.]
And remember. As long as you remember, they're not completely gone.
[He raises his bottle with his other hand, holds it out toward Steve.]
To them?
[Planets combining. How? Wouldn't both be destroyed? The impact of a ship on another planet can be huge, forget a whole other world. And several races developing on just one world? Obviously the rules of Zelos' world are like nothing Garrus has run into.]
Dakham's a port. Spaceport, port city for spaceships. Pretty big. No idea if it's big for them or small. Wasn't there that long. And you didn't really miss much by not seeing it.
[It had been very short, and it was his first taste of CDC politics. Too bad it hadn't been his only one.]
But right. Backtracking. Skeletons. One with wings cut off, bunch of them mutating. Command badge. Almina refugees on the planet. ...Could be that the worst thing that happens when someone goes rogue isn't death. Could be some experiments were run here. You see anything lab-like?
Dakham's a port. Spaceport, port city for spaceships. Pretty big. No idea if it's big for them or small. Wasn't there that long. And you didn't really miss much by not seeing it.
[It had been very short, and it was his first taste of CDC politics. Too bad it hadn't been his only one.]
But right. Backtracking. Skeletons. One with wings cut off, bunch of them mutating. Command badge. Almina refugees on the planet. ...Could be that the worst thing that happens when someone goes rogue isn't death. Could be some experiments were run here. You see anything lab-like?
No, no - don't get up.
[ Oh, he already did. D'Artagnan winces, feeling bad for having prompted his friend to move. He holds up a hand, moving to the door to let himself out. ]
It's all right. Get some rest, Garrus. I'll make sure it's a better reason next time.
[ He'll head on out then, and turn his attention towards Medical. ]
[ Oh, he already did. D'Artagnan winces, feeling bad for having prompted his friend to move. He holds up a hand, moving to the door to let himself out. ]
It's all right. Get some rest, Garrus. I'll make sure it's a better reason next time.
[ He'll head on out then, and turn his attention towards Medical. ]
... Well that's interesting.
[ Meant sincerely, with a note for how that is dangerous, an advantage, and also something to wonder about if people don't get too self-sure when using it. So what would one do to disrupt a cloaked individual... ]
Something small that could do that would be functional as long as we were avoiding close direct encounters, or they had no ready way to disarm it and show what we'd been hiding.
[ Meant sincerely, with a note for how that is dangerous, an advantage, and also something to wonder about if people don't get too self-sure when using it. So what would one do to disrupt a cloaked individual... ]
Something small that could do that would be functional as long as we were avoiding close direct encounters, or they had no ready way to disarm it and show what we'd been hiding.
[ His gaze travels along the names under Garrus' thumb, an unspoken understanding in his expression. When his eyes lift to the turian's face again, there's something of a somber smile tipping one side of his mouth as he raises his own bottle. ]
To them.
To them.
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