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forgivetheinsubordination) wrote2037-04-27 09:49 pm
forgivetheinsubordination) wrote2037-04-27 09:49 pm
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vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
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[ Red was just an ordinary boy enjoying an ordinary boy walk, as much as an ordinary boy can enjoy an ordinary walk on an alien planet after helping to stop an alien stampede.
Alas, one should not enjoy an ordinary walk on an alien planet, regardless if they were really enjoying it or not, for that planet is not about enjoyment and instead about misery for those that do not belong, and so when that tremor shudders through the camp (not even one of the bigger ones at that), an ordinary boy should watch his feet or he will tumble over like an anime.
Unfortunately, Red is completely an anime and most comically as one does - and quite painfully, it should be known; someone better get the bandaids for his booboos ready - he tips back and right too much forward, and with a yelp and his arms out wide, he falls dramatically to the ground.
That is our story of the ordinary boy that did not belong on the abnormal planet. But don't worry, he's not dead. He's just groaning in his misery, his life, and whatever else. ]
Owwww oww ow owwww.... what...
Alas, one should not enjoy an ordinary walk on an alien planet, regardless if they were really enjoying it or not, for that planet is not about enjoyment and instead about misery for those that do not belong, and so when that tremor shudders through the camp (not even one of the bigger ones at that), an ordinary boy should watch his feet or he will tumble over like an anime.
Unfortunately, Red is completely an anime and most comically as one does - and quite painfully, it should be known; someone better get the bandaids for his booboos ready - he tips back and right too much forward, and with a yelp and his arms out wide, he falls dramatically to the ground.
That is our story of the ordinary boy that did not belong on the abnormal planet. But don't worry, he's not dead. He's just groaning in his misery, his life, and whatever else. ]
Owwww oww ow owwww.... what...
[ Huff. ]
I'm sure. I'm starting to understand that... something might be different between my universe, and everyone else's. People talk to me about planets, and moons, and the stars they orbit, but... none of that is anything I was taught. Then again... I didn't have the best teachers.
[ She catches the past tense, and glances at him, cautiously curious. ] ... why do you say was?
I'm sure. I'm starting to understand that... something might be different between my universe, and everyone else's. People talk to me about planets, and moons, and the stars they orbit, but... none of that is anything I was taught. Then again... I didn't have the best teachers.
[ She catches the past tense, and glances at him, cautiously curious. ] ... why do you say was?
[Reiner's guard is up when he tracks Garrus down, his features impassive. There's a tension in his jaw that isn't normally present, and he offers the turian a curt sort of nod. He isn't sure what to say, so for now, he doesn't. He knows Garrus hangs around Jean--to think he would know others isn't farfetched.
Maybe this was a bad idea. No, he knows it is.]
Maybe this was a bad idea. No, he knows it is.]
[For a moment, all Garrus can do is stare. That is the most dramatic fall to the ground he's ever seen in his life, though he's not the least bit surprised that it's a human falling like that. Short of the volus, nobody's more dramatic.
The ow gets him kneeling, though, trying to make sure the kid is all right. He's not heartless. Even though he's amused by the way the guy went over.]
What hurts where? Are you bleeding?
The ow gets him kneeling, though, trying to make sure the kid is all right. He's not heartless. Even though he's amused by the way the guy went over.]
What hurts where? Are you bleeding?
[Garrus gives her shoulder a tight squeeze before he chuckles.]
You taught everyone that word. We had, have, a get-together. All of the crew. Old and new.
[Minus the lost.]
It's good. And you get drunk. Drunk enough to start giving engine noise demonstrations so that we can all hear the difference between the SR-1 and the SR-2. Someone, Traynor, I think, says if we need a third then you'd have to change your name to Tali von Normandy SR-3, and you told us all not only what that meant, but that it was probably fitting.
You taught everyone that word. We had, have, a get-together. All of the crew. Old and new.
[Minus the lost.]
It's good. And you get drunk. Drunk enough to start giving engine noise demonstrations so that we can all hear the difference between the SR-1 and the SR-2. Someone, Traynor, I think, says if we need a third then you'd have to change your name to Tali von Normandy SR-3, and you told us all not only what that meant, but that it was probably fitting.
[ There's still some groaning, and whining, and gosh what a kid. ] Mmm, it's okay, I'm okay--
[ So, so used to this. He's getting up, flipping over onto his butt with a sigh that gets followed by a groan, and he's about to dust off his hair -- if not being interrupted by his own hissing. The arm of the hand gets stretched out and turned, a show of skin torn and forming red blotches from hitting the ground. ]
Not again... [ Ugh. Red hasn't forgotten his company, about to say something more, except the words get lost as he looks up (up and up) to see the face of them, and with the volume going from 2 to 8-- ]
W--woah!!
[ He jumps back, the sting of the scrape no longer mattering for his arms shooting at his sides.
Just-- just let him get his breath back--! ]
Your-- your helmet! Sorry, it scared me!
[ So, so used to this. He's getting up, flipping over onto his butt with a sigh that gets followed by a groan, and he's about to dust off his hair -- if not being interrupted by his own hissing. The arm of the hand gets stretched out and turned, a show of skin torn and forming red blotches from hitting the ground. ]
Not again... [ Ugh. Red hasn't forgotten his company, about to say something more, except the words get lost as he looks up (up and up) to see the face of them, and with the volume going from 2 to 8-- ]
W--woah!!
[ He jumps back, the sting of the scrape no longer mattering for his arms shooting at his sides.
Just-- just let him get his breath back--! ]
Your-- your helmet! Sorry, it scared me!
[What a kid... and with a green cuff, too. Maybe he's just having a bad day or something, but all of Garrus' benefit of the doubt vanishes when the kid yells at seeing Garrus for the first time.
He sighs, a little frustrated, and shakes his head.]
It's not a helmet. It's my face.
[This kid is very young, though. Garrus can't be completely angry, despite the racism going on.]
Look. Not everyone on this crew is human. A decent amount aren't. And that's something you're gonna have to get used to. Let me see your arm.
[He holds out his hand.]
He sighs, a little frustrated, and shakes his head.]
It's not a helmet. It's my face.
[This kid is very young, though. Garrus can't be completely angry, despite the racism going on.]
Look. Not everyone on this crew is human. A decent amount aren't. And that's something you're gonna have to get used to. Let me see your arm.
[He holds out his hand.]
[ When he's corrected, Red face tinges with warmth and his brows raise, and he knows that he's just said something very, very careless.
He does what he's asked, speechless through his embarrassment, holding it out towards the... man's? direction. ]
S-sorry, that-- that was rude of me. I didn't mean to... I mean...
[ Trying to be more careful with his words, they completely fail him altogether. ]
He does what he's asked, speechless through his embarrassment, holding it out towards the... man's? direction. ]
S-sorry, that-- that was rude of me. I didn't mean to... I mean...
[ Trying to be more careful with his words, they completely fail him altogether. ]
[He can see the tension in Reiner's body, and doesn't know if it's just about Reiner's past, or if it's the whole change in rank, too. It could be both. Either way, he's offered to talk for a reason. Holding this back is only going to hold Reiner back.
Garrus nods in return, gesturing at the blanket that's got a lot of sticks on it.]
Join me, Reiner. Not gonna bite. I'm here to listen.
Garrus nods in return, gesturing at the blanket that's got a lot of sticks on it.]
Join me, Reiner. Not gonna bite. I'm here to listen.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Of course.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
...Never asked, because I figured you weren't saying it for a reason, but do you have a personal name?
Of course.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
...Never asked, because I figured you weren't saying it for a reason, but do you have a personal name?
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Where do you want me to bring things? And I've got a blade that can cut through wood without dulling. Won't be too hard to cut things down to size.
Where do you want me to bring things? And I've got a blade that can cut through wood without dulling. Won't be too hard to cut things down to size.
[At least there's an apology, and one that Garrus is pretty sure the boy means. He nods with his mandibles drawn very close to his face as he checks the wound. Just a scrape, good.]
I know you didn't mean. It'll be all right. And this'll sting for a second.
[As he speaks, he's pulling out his waterskin to rinse out the wound.]
My name's Garrus. You're gonna meet a lot of people who don't look like you.
[And none of them are going to like being yelled at because of how they look. With that, Garrus carefully pours water over the scrape.]
I know you didn't mean. It'll be all right. And this'll sting for a second.
[As he speaks, he's pulling out his waterskin to rinse out the wound.]
My name's Garrus. You're gonna meet a lot of people who don't look like you.
[And none of them are going to like being yelled at because of how they look. With that, Garrus carefully pours water over the scrape.]
My name's-- [ and it does sting, his face winching, but he's a boy that's grown up getting enough bumps and bruises in his life and still growing and earning more. He can handle it. ] --Red. It's Red.
[ ... ] I'll try and be more careful.
[ ... ] I'll try and be more careful.
Red.
[There's a little amusement in his voice once Garrus speaks again, finished rinsing out the injury and putting the cap back on the waterskin.]
Your name is Red and you're on Green. Someone's having fun with the paperwork.
[Not like he thinks this kid would make it on Red.]
We have a Green on Green team. You guys can color-uncoordinate together.
[There's a little amusement in his voice once Garrus speaks again, finished rinsing out the injury and putting the cap back on the waterskin.]
Your name is Red and you're on Green. Someone's having fun with the paperwork.
[Not like he thinks this kid would make it on Red.]
We have a Green on Green team. You guys can color-uncoordinate together.
[ --wow what okay, he knows this guy is having a joke about his name, but! ]
Green? Is that Green Oak?
And what you mean, "colour-uncoordinate"? [ no come on what is that joke. ]
Green? Is that Green Oak?
And what you mean, "colour-uncoordinate"? [ no come on what is that joke. ]
Green Oak, yeah. And I mean you're Red on Green, and he's Green on Green.
[He reaches over to take another look at the kid's arm. The wound looks clean now, good. And it's small enough that it should heal pretty fast.]
...Wait. You know Green Oak?
[Is something their world does, name people after colors? Maybe there's some significance to it.]
[He reaches over to take another look at the kid's arm. The wound looks clean now, good. And it's small enough that it should heal pretty fast.]
...Wait. You know Green Oak?
[Is something their world does, name people after colors? Maybe there's some significance to it.]
[ He lets himself get alien-handled, and when Garrus lets go, Red has a look for himself briefly. ]
Yeah. Sorta. [ Um. ] I mean... he's my next door neighbour. We grew up together.
[ That's 'sorta' knowing somebody. He goes back to his arm, and decides that, you know- it's not worth thinking about. Nobody needs to talk about Green Oak right now. ]
Anyway, thanks for that. Does that normally happen here? [ Let's bend the arm? Ow, no, let's not bend it unnecessarily. ]
Yeah. Sorta. [ Um. ] I mean... he's my next door neighbour. We grew up together.
[ That's 'sorta' knowing somebody. He goes back to his arm, and decides that, you know- it's not worth thinking about. Nobody needs to talk about Green Oak right now. ]
Anyway, thanks for that. Does that normally happen here? [ Let's bend the arm? Ow, no, let's not bend it unnecessarily. ]
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Then I'll make sure to only use it in private messages, John.
Then I'll make sure to only use it in private messages, John.
[So it's their city. But it looks like Red wants to leave that topic behind, so Garrus moves on to the other as he watches the boy bend his arm.]
Easy. It'll probably sting for a time still.
[Garrus is a little nervous about the age of some of the Greens they're getting. There's going to be a lot on their shoulders, but he'll do what he can to help. Even if some of them are a bit speciesist.]
Does what normally happen here? Quakes? Not often that I've noticed, but we've only been here for... Uh.
[Sometimes the time gets murky, between 72-hour days and the mess of attacks.]
Two months, I think.
Easy. It'll probably sting for a time still.
[Garrus is a little nervous about the age of some of the Greens they're getting. There's going to be a lot on their shoulders, but he'll do what he can to help. Even if some of them are a bit speciesist.]
Does what normally happen here? Quakes? Not often that I've noticed, but we've only been here for... Uh.
[Sometimes the time gets murky, between 72-hour days and the mess of attacks.]
Two months, I think.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
You've got it.
You've got it.
[ He didn't meeean iiiittt....
But huh. Two months? ]
I don't remember any at the other camp. --wait, you don't think it's another stampede, do you?
[ Should he be getting up? This seems like a good reason to start getting up, huffing and ignoring the sting on his arm. It's just a scrape! ]
But huh. Two months? ]
I don't remember any at the other camp. --wait, you don't think it's another stampede, do you?
[ Should he be getting up? This seems like a good reason to start getting up, huffing and ignoring the sting on his arm. It's just a scrape! ]
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