IC Contact - Consignment

[forgivetheinsubordination]

vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
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2/2

[cassock]

Restoration is more intimate. Hard to heal what you can't see. Harder still to heal a stab wound over a paper cut.

3/3, I lied

[cassock]

What you want is potions. But I'm a terrible alchemist.

[forgivetheinsubordination]

So healing magic discriminates. Damaging magic doesn't. Makes sense, actually, explained like that.

Shame, though. Would've been really handy.

Are potions your version of medicine?

[cassock]

That's a good way to put it. Damage-based magic is non-specific. Healing magic is.

They are.

[forgivetheinsubordination]

Any idea why hands-on skill doesn't translate to transportable form? Just different processes, or...? Sorry. Really don't know anything about magic.

1/2

[cassock]

The Mages Guild argues it's specificity—of the patient, of the wound, of the mage itself. The magickal essences in ingredients aren't as diverse as people.

2/2

[cassock]

Any fool can brew a Restore Magicka potion. But you'll need a large amount of potions to stanch a severed leg. Impractical for major trauma.

3/3, I lied once more

[cassock]

Don't be sorry. I know nothing of modern technology.

1/2 for shame

[forgivetheinsubordination]

So basically, stick around you and I don't have to worry about my leg falling off, you stick around me and I can explain just about every sort of tech we've seen so far.

2/2

[forgivetheinsubordination]

Did the CDC actually recruit you, or trick you into coming?

1/2

[cassock]

More or less. I've heard these nanite shots perform miracles, however.

2/2

[cassock]

I came here of my own free will.

[forgivetheinsubordination]

So have I. Sooner or later I'll have to put it to the test. Not in any hurry for that, though.

[The other news is disappointing, though.]

[cassock]

[ Nothing on the other text. Martin notices. ] They'll be plenty of others reckless enough to test it for us.

[forgivetheinsubordination]

A few more thrown into mountains and we should have a decent test sample in no time.

[He wants to find allies against the CDC. He won't find one in someone who is willing to be here. But he could still find a friend, which is why Garrus hasn't stopped talking.]

[cassock]

[ How wrong you are, Garrus. ] A shame my team seems to be full of fools. You'd think Blue Team would be smarter.

[forgivetheinsubordination]

[He wouldn't mind learning that.] You get your morons in any group, as well as your geniuses. Sorting people by occupation doesn't guarantee anything.

Except that Red Team could kill us all in our sleep. There's that.

[cassock]

[ How wrong you are, Garrus. ] You are right. It doesn't guarantee anything.

I'm not worried about Red Team.

[forgivetheinsubordination]

There anything you are? Worried about, I mean.

[cassock]

[ Gods, how he hates knowing the CDC can see everything they write in this thing. ] Yes, our leadership. The deception they used to recruit some unnerves me.

[forgivetheinsubordination]

[...Now they might be getting somewhere. Though Garrus also knows these have to be watched.]

I hear you there. Gotta say I'm not pleased by that either. Maybe we can meet up sometime here. Talk about ways to overcome worries, fears.

[cassock]

Rover 18.

Action!

[forgivetheinsubordination]

[A short time later Garrus is wandering over to Rover 18, trying to seem casual even as he keeps an eye out for people who might be watching.

He knocks on the door before leaning against the vehicle, watching for anyone approaching.]

[cassock]

[ Nobody is watching. Martin thought his public file would be read by most, but people are, usually, self-absorbed.

He walks out of the rover wearing one of the provided hoodies, looking out of touch and uncomfortable. ] Why would they give us hooded robes but cut them off at the waist? Now my legs are cold.

[forgivetheinsubordination]

That would be what pants are for.

[There's some relief when Garrus looks over and sees that Martin isn't just wearing a hoodie or something. Sure, he's seen humans before, mostly at urinals, and doesn't really care how they look, but frostbite there is a thought more painful than Garrus wants to have.]

Wanna take a walk?

[Away from the rover, which is bugged to hell and back. Pushing off the rover, Garrus tilts his head toward a more open area. Easier to see anyone approaching, that way, and he starts walking.]