[Denakot, Tayseri] Rebuilding, Reopening, Reloading [open]
a thread by Chieftain Detticia started on 2187-10-22 21:41:51 last post on 2187-11-08 23:10:48
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Jovina grinned at Battis. "I think we both know it doesn't quite work that way."
She leaned into Marius' hug, smiling at him. "Are you here for good yet or is it just temporary? Because apparently Ahsaala is willing to trade..." That likely wouldn't end with Marius dead within the year at all. Marius was treated to a bit of a scrutinizing look from Susrix. If he'd ever wanted to know what a horrifying combination a superior officer and overprotective big brother could make, now he probably knew. If it was any consolation though, it wasn't necessarily a "take your hands off of my sister now or there will be blood" look. It was more of a "at some point in your near future I will separate you from the herd like a weak xenma and grill you so hard you'll think you were captured by the STG" look. Battis was obviously not a threat - he could tell when Jo was harmlessly flirting. And the little comment about the stew caused him to visibly relax. No need to have his political face on - just a nervous biotic. "Are you kidding? Whenever I was home on leave she used to practice her lifts on me. A little stew is nothing." |
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Ahsaala grins lavisciously at Marius, obviously joking, and says, "What do you say, you want to be the next Mr. Montagnis?"
Battis leans over, just close enough to murmur something in Jovina's ear: "Want to trade brothers?" And then he's away, heading over towards Peraxus, where Reb'kah is saying to the old turian: "You're quiet, you look shitty, and we know when you're really looking shitty and when you're being yourself, you've been hanging around this place so long you're either one of the family or a pet, and I'm not sure which." Battis snorts. "Peraxus here ain't got enough scars to be part of the family, guess I know what that makes you, buddy" and he claps Peraxus on the back. |
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Vohk is a little surprised to be remembered so swiftly. Either she remembered him better than he'd expected, which would say a lot about how effective her recall was, or she was very good at being polite and gracious, which would make sense, given that she was running for a political position.
Either way, Vohk ran with it. "Hello Vindi. I just came by because I wanted to assure you that the accident with the cupcakes and a certain employee of mine are in no way going to result in any false accusations of any kind. And to appologize for any distress the whole situation might have caused" Vohk said, keeping his tone somewhat neutral. Basically, he was saying the whole catastrophe with Gestran forgetting basic food safety would not in any way come back to bite her. The last thing she needed while running for office was the implication that she poisoned a human with a sparkly pastry. |
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Nikolai's first reaction is surprising.
He hugs her. Nikolai Aleksanders, corrupt, brutal, ruthless, manipulative, Nikolai Aleksanders sweeps Quatra Quatri, former Sundowner Chief and warlord, up into a bear hug. A second passes before he finally sets her down. He coughs softly, and returns Quatra's feral, predatory grin, teeth bared, savage and joyous. He looks the woman up and down. For a moment he had been, not afraid really, more like apprehensive. Concerned. Uncertain if the woman he had known and admired had been buried, locked away in order to ensure her own survival, that if the Sundowner had begun to favor her natural born kin over her chosen. It was the eyes that put those thoughts to rest. You could change someone's face, their voice, their height, you can alter their eyes, replace them entirely. But you could never stop that spark, that flame, that little piece of hellfire from burning through. He looks her up and down. "You know, I'll be honest, the domestic look really doesn't suit you." Then the smile slowly faded from his face, he glanced at the camera, then the door. "How much time do we have to talk?" |
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"You're too kind," Peraxus drawled in response to the batarian woman. A grunt of pain escaped him as Battis slapped him on the back, earning the other biotic one of his patented death glares. Unsurprisingly, his impalement wound was still a little bit tender.
"I could shit all over your bed if it'd suit my role better," he retorts. "Fuck is this about scars an' all?" |
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And the second wonder, as it is written, occurred thusly:
Quatra Quatri squeaked when she was hugged. She spends a moment frozen in shock before she wraps her arms around him and hugs back. "How long? Depends," she whispers into his ear, letting the music drown their words. "Raelon's used to me fucking with him. Five minutes if you don't want anyone to know you were here. Longer than ten and we'll have to pretend we're having sex in here." It's hard to tell if that's a joke. |
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Vindi sits next to Vohk and lets out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. "I felt so bad about that," she admits. "I always take such care to ensure the food's properly labelled. I take it he didn't know that something with a blue wrapper was likely to disagree with him?"
She takes a deep breath, "Is he all right?" From the corner of her eye she notices the man with the wheelchair and the younger man with her. Indeed, those sniper's eyes don't miss much about her surroundings. She doesn't recognize these people; when she's done with Vohk she'll introduce herself to them. Vohk might notice her looking around. For all she's got a smudge of pink icing (this time with an iridescent sheen) on her left mandible, her eyes are those of a hunting raptor--a bird of prey. |
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"He's going to be fine. Thankfully, we caught on to what had happened before things got particularly dangerous."
Vohk assured her. He noted her eyes travelling, but didn't take any offense to it. In a way it was fascinating to watch, this contradictory figure, with frosting on her "lips" and sharp authorative eyes. "Frankly he should have known better, but the worst he'll deal with this is paying for damages and getting an earful from the people who love him. I'm sure you've delivered similar lectures to your people as well." Vohk surmised. He prepared to disengage, and let her get on with the party. "In any event, things are fine. Please, don't let me keep you." |
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"Hey, Trex." She pulled the bottles out, setting them out on the table. Yes, it was booze! However, it was mostly levo booze and worse, mostly the kind of sickeningly sweet stuff Kayana liked. "I must have got here early, nobody's singing yet."
Then she pulled out a bottle of 'special' ale for Trex. She held the bottle over the turian's head while delivering the stern warning: "Do not get drunk at your sister's party!" Kayana tossed her the bottle. "So how have you been?" |
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Marius held Jo close for a second longer before letting her go. "Not yet, but the fact I managed to get this leave at all is a good sign. Granted, it's a sign they want me out of their fringe, but a good sign all the same." He squeezed her hand. "You'll have me getting your kids crash webbing again soon enough."
And then Glares. This man had to have his four silver stripes, else he wouldn't be giving Marius a look like he was a wet-behind-the-carapace subaltern fresh out of the Academy. For his part, Marius met his gaze levelly. The man wanted to compare fringe size, he was welcome to do so. He'd find that the battered officer he was glaring at wasn't so easily subdued. |
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Trex catches the bottle, grins, and promptly opens it with her teeth, dumping a healthy shot of the contents into a glass of thick blue juice. "Ever had a blueeye?"
To be honest, blueeyes do taste a little...strong...but at least she can tell Vindi she's drinking juice and mean it. And the drink isn't obviously alcoholic. "I think levos call 'em redeyes. Cause that's what colour your eyes turn if you get punched right?" She takes a drink of the blueeye and smiles. Anyone old enough to fight is old enough to drink. She stoppers the bottle and hides it under her cloak. Notras is really onto something useful with this fashion statement, she thinks. "Eh, same old. School's really stale. They got me going to a guidance counsellor who keeps harping on me to "make friends." With friggin' children. Soft, entitled brats." She snorts, hesitates, asks softly, "You got any turian men in your classes?" |
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Vindi lets out a breath, "Thanks, Vohk, I appreciate it. I mean...when I first got to the Citadel, I was scared of everything...but I think people from places like Omega or the Terminus or even the colonial frontier are naturally more wary than people who grow up secure but isolated. Sometimes I forget, we need to warn them about stuff we take for granted. I'm glad your associate's going to be all right."
She excuses herself and begins walking towards the two turians. She wonders what's brought them here...her campaign, the stories from the last battle, or perhaps they're some of Ahsaala and Battis' fans? |
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Nikolai does the polite thing and pretends he didn't notice the little squeak, just as he's fairly certain Quatra is pretending that he isn't. And just like that it all comes flooding back, the familiarity, that odd, harsh, yet reassuring comfort.
It feels good to have his friend back. He leans in close, whispering in her ear.. "I would be disappointed if he didn't already have me on the security cameras. They already know I'm here, might as well take all ten minutes. Can always bang on the walls a bit if we have to." His grin has a decidedly saucy tone before abruptly sobering again. "Quatra, what happened?" And that's it right there, the one question that encapsulates all of the why's (why didn't you contact me, why didn't you try to escape, why couldn't I find you), what's (what happened to you, what happened to the rest of your clan, what are they doing to keep you contained), and the one who. Who. Needs to pay. For this? |
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"Not a chance," Jovina stage-whispered to Battis, loud enough for Susrix to hear. "My brother is much better than yours." Said brother colored slightly and looked equal parts pleased and embarrassed.
As for Marius. Perhaps the glare did resemble such a thing, though to be fair compared to Susrix, who had started boot when Jovina was just barely too, the younger man was wet behind the carapace. But this wasn't about the chain of command or an upstart young officer. It was about the fact that said upstart young officer had an arm around his baby sister. Sensing the tension and fearing the outbreak of some absurd male dominance display, Jovina moved to diffuse it. "You said you wanted stew Marius? And Susrix don't act like I didn't see your face earlier when Battis gave me this. Let's go get some. She steered both men over to one of the food tables and dished out hot stew for them both before getting to work on her own bowl. |
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Vadar turned suddenly, looking right at Vindi as she approached, his mandibles widening in a slight grin. There was a slight pause as he sized up the other turian, a short flash of recognition, and the grin grew slightly as his withered hand twitched. "Miss Deticia, it's an honor," he said, twitching forwards slightly in the closest he could get to a bow, "Vadar Karkadi, it's a pleasure. I heard you were running for office, had to come by."
Vekir was decidedly less comfortable at being approached, and, upon sighting the chieftain's mandibles, tugged slightly at the collar of her suit outside of Vadar's line of sight. The older turian twitched again, sparing his niece a glance, before turning back towards Vindi and continuing, "This is Vekir, she's a bit shy." "I am not!" exclaimed Vekir, "I just didn't...you know, want to be rude about..." There was a meaningful glance at Vindi's mandibles from the girl, though Vadar either didn't notice or didn't care. |
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"Oh."
Jaquento needed a second to comprehend what Juhani told him. "Hm, I did know she was working for the hierarchy in some way, engineering corps or something like that. But that, oh man, it reeks of Internal Intel and if those guys as dedicated to their jobs as MilInt is... Well, I didn't thought of her as the cold-hearted type that could fake an entire relationship. I don't know if I should insult her or compliment on her skills." Then again, Jaquento wondered, what if the knife she took Sicaria down with was double-edged in the end and her feelings for Martello were genuine. Juhani was the living proof of what some people did when they couldn't handle the pressure of split loyalities. But there was also the fact that she did blew her cover apparently herself. "Maybe she wasn't all that cold-hearted if blew her cover without any need to do so." Jaquento emptied his bottle in thought. He couldn't bring himself to hate Adrianea, after all she just did her job and ruined relationships were par of the course in deep cover work. There was another issue. The sundowners are taking breaches of trust seriously. Hopefully none of them was dumb enough to swear an oath of vengence or something. Last thing Vindi would need was an associate of hers trying to assasinate a hierarchy agent while she was running for office. Speaking of which, he still intended to make a contribution to the campaing effort. "She gloats about it on the extranet, how it was her duty to be done." He nearly spits out those lines, dripping with contempt. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't really talk about betrayals in marriage right now. Excuse me." With that, Juhani bids his leave from the Schmidts and goes to grab himself something to drink, preferably alcoholic and retires to the sidelines. |
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Kayana poured herself a tall drink, mixed with pop and some pink-and-yellow juice Trex didn't recognize. Kayana could hold her drink-it was just that she preferred it to taste like melted popsicles. "Seriously, it would not kill you to have one non-murderer friend."
"I have no idea, actually, I've never been able to get my inner lids open after a proper hit." She did a two step blink to demonstrate. "I've heard humans call the puffy bruise a black eye, which I always found ridiculous. One, it's not, and two, real black eyes are super sexy." "Turian guys?" She closed her eyes calling up the faces. Honestly, she found it a little unsettling. Kayana was very often the youngest person in the class, and most of the guys she went to school with were�well, vets. Damaged goods. "Sure, we've got pointy people from Palaven." ...And she included herself in that category! No sane person wanted to date her, which is part of why she'd gone all googly over Albert Lowell. And Hadas, her mind insisted on adding. But some were younger...and probably better than Trex would find here at the North Solregit Damaged Goods Reserve. "You have to promise me that you're less stupid with guys than I am. I met up with this drell guy last weekend and my brains nearly fell out of my head, it was pathetic." |
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"Huh, Didn't expect that to survive, Vindi. Michael said, as he headed over to the firing lanes.
"Dibs on the M2!" Cpl Miguel Santiago said, resulting in groans from the squad. |
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Battis rips open the front of his shirt as though he's been waiting for the opportunity to show off a little. "M' talkin' about this," he says, oblivious to Reb'kah's protests that Sniper's Touch isn't a strip club. Proudly, he points to a big purplish-blue X of a scar over his heart.
"One for North Solregit, an' one for my kinfolk," he says, looking around for Ahsaala. Wasn't she just talking to Vohk? He can't see her now. Where is... A door opens, and there she is, coming from the living quarters, carrying something in her arms. Battis melts. "Jovina, Marius, come take a look at this," he beckons them. Ahsaala is carrying a baby blanket, the sort carried in Citadel stores with little pink and blue moxies printed all over, and in the blanket is a tiny baby turian, his little talons wrapped around Ahsaala's finger. "I got ye proof your spawn don't glow in the dark," Ahsaala grins, "lest ye be false advertisin' to the ladies." |
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"Understood, you have my number if want to talk."
"Poor guy," Jaquneto told his cousin. "He was so happy with Venata and now..." He watch Juhani helplessly going off. "Can't you do something about that like... filing a court case?" I see plenty of potential for helping Juhani out with his dealings with hierarchy family law, since it wasn't him who was unfaithful, but a case against the hierarchy spy? No chance. Her actions were sanctioned and the marriage propably wasn't even in hierarchy files and with her 'husband' dead... Do the words legal suicide mean anything to you?" Karsten gave them sitatution a last thought, but it was as he said, there was no opening for him to abuse and he quietly admired the rigor of the hierarchy's system. "I'll be off and see if I can get an audiance with the... chieftain. Still feels wierd to say that." Jaquento gave his cousin a nod and looked around since the cafe has filled itself quite rapidly, among them he recogniced Micheal. There was no mistake, the antique guns were dead give-away. He hurried over to great the fellow veteran. "Micheal? Hey, it's me Jaquento. Nice to see you, and your guns, I was hoping that they would survive the war... and you too, but that is a bonus." |
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