Dr. Thomas Moser

This is the roleplay blog for Dr. Thomas Moser, a Mass Effect original character. Dies ist das Rollenspiel Blog von Dr. Thomas Moser, ein Mass Effect Fan Charakter.

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[alexvonwalz]

[lindadarnell]

[alicerouckhout]

[enjolraslover]

[clauderains]

[galacticphysicist]

[[I lost everything on my laptop today.]]

[wanderlusttour]

Lukaskirche Munich, Germany by Hanna Taylor

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[malveillants-bratprince]

"It sounds a lot better when you say it." Gaalan said quietly, feeling himself comforted by the shoulder touch. He was grateful for his uncle and his words of wisdom, he knew he meant well—tried to make Gaalan see things different, in which he did until he succumbed back into his dark world again. "I just wish she understood how I felt, perhaps think better of her seine." Gaalan cleared his throat before relaxing a bit, laying his hand on his knee.

"But you do know Shepard right? Say you’re a friend or something." He shuffled in his seat before looking around. "Says one of his officers caught a patron doing Red Sand in the restrooms here—I tell him I’ve got no idea where they’ve gotten it—apparently someone tipped him says I provided it. I don’t touch that stuff, so now he’s ticketing me, accusing me of illegal activities here." Blowing air from his mouth. " I promised you I was done with that stuff, and I meant it."

[galacticphysicist]

        "You should talk to her," he told the boy honestly, raising his beer glass before pressing his lips to the rim. "You know her as well as I do, she cannot make these distinctions sometime. Ask her to see things from your point of view, just be sure not to take an aggressive stance with women; they will get defensive. Just say, Mother, I am hurting for this reason, and this, and so on. Perhaps she won't see things any different but that way she cannot be irrationally angry with you."

       He gave Gaalan a serious look, brows furrowed, studying his face to ensure he was being truthful. He believed him, of course, and set his beer glass down. "If you're innocent, then you have nothing to worry over. You're being honest with me, then I will talk to him. But you're not... then no can do."

[malveillants-bratprince]

“Onkel you try so very hard to mend what mutti and I’s relationship. It’s pretty fucked at this point.” There was no point of covering up his use of curse words around his uncle, conveying how he felt through them worked perfectly fine and got to the point. “I just wish Diana would just leave him, and stop pretending being so phony with me. I can see through her lies, her bullshit.” Gaalan seethed, sitting straight up in his chair and sucking down the remaining liquid of his beer, ordering another one from the waitress. “I don’t mean to speak like this Onkel, I’m stressed. I’ve got new shipments coming in, I need to take a trip to the Embassies and speak to Commander Bailey about some trafficking charge.” He rolled his eyes, sucking at his teeth. “Maybe you can speak to Commander Bailey for me? You’re on good terms with him no?”

[galacticphysicist]

        Thomas listened as Gaalan spoke up about his mother. "I don't think she tries to be 'phony'," he responded, honestly, his fingers drumming on his perspiring glass. "She's got troubles, the same as your aunt Laura. Unfortunately, whether or not she realizes it, she hurts you in the process. It isn't right, but it isn't deliberate, you must remember." He gave him a meaningful look, reaching over to squeeze his shoulder.

        At the suggestion, he lightly scrunched up his mouth. "Well, I'm certainly not on bad terms with him, but I cannot say I know the man. You... You aren't in trouble, are you?"

[annemoser-blog]

     ”Oh yes, real food for an entire week! I have forgotten what’s that like.” She laugehd, slid from her stool and walked around the counter  to stand beside her father. “You better keep the bacon far away from me, or there won’t be any left for the Spätzle,” she grinned, when she grabbed a knife and the first onion and started her work. Trying desperatily not to breath through her nose so she won’t start crying while taking care of the onions.

     A smile appeared on her lips when he kissed her head. “How’s your work been lately?”

[galacticphysicist]

        Thomas chuckled as he fixed up a pot on the stove, so that he could cook the noodles. It was nice, just being able to cook alongside Anne. Something so simple, and yet it felt like home again. If he imagined hard enough, he could almost hear Laura laughing in the other room at the television program. He blinked hard, blaming it on the onions.

       "Work?" he asked, snapping out of his thoughts. "Hectic, mostly. But now that I've met my deadline, I can have a nice long break with you before working on further developments." He smiled as he began pressing the dough through the shaper. "You know, I was thinking... Once we have more time to plan, we should make a trip back to München."

[malveillants-bratprince]

"Yeah well, mutti can wait for the phone call. I’ve got more important things to do than to put up with her shi—” Stopping himself, he didn’t want to entirely insult his mother in front of Uncle Thomas. Gaalan grabbed his own beer and swallow down a third of it before setting it back down. “That’s be nice onkel, I really miss Anne. I haven’t seen her in a while and well—I’m starting to miss family, you two. It’s not the same anymore. Sometimes I wish it could just be the four of us again.” It was like Gaalan to reminisce, soften up and let his guard down whenever his uncle was around. He was the only man to make Gaalan this way, he saw him as a role-model, a father figure. “I miss her sometimes, well most times.” He didn’t want to directly say Aunt Laura’s name, but he knew Thomas would know who he spoke of.

[galacticphysicist]

        Thomas shot his nephew a look when he stopped himself from continuing further about his mother. As much as he really didn't like Diana (they'd never gotten along, ever since she hadn't approved of their relationship from the start and frequently instigated he and Laura's fights) he also didn't like to taint Gaalan's image of her. He knew the importance of family, and despite how mismatched theirs was, he wanted them all to get along with what they had.

       Upon the mentioning of Laura, he grew a bit quiet, giving a few nods as he plucked up his beer. "I miss her too. Even though we didn't get along those last few years, you never stop loving a person." He was slightly referring to Gaalan's mother as well--he knew they didn't get along, but he wanted Gaalan to salvage what relationship he had with her as long as he could.

[infiltratingtacticalgenius]

Gaalan Peterson

[[Took me forever to actually create this character but give Gaalan a follow, he’s the nephew of Dr. Moser and quite the criminal.]]

[malveillants-bratprince]

His smiled faded hearing his Uncle’s response. “Right, maybe I should have visited you instead. All this tail might make you queasy.” Gaalan shrugged, darting his eyes away from the dancing Asari to the right of them, he swiveled in his stool to face his uncle. “Yeah, I’ve been rejecting her calls. She wants to come stay at my place for a few days and go shopping but I’ve got some things going on.” By things Gaalan meant shipments, but he wasn’t going to directly discuss those sort of things out-loud with his uncle. “Anne’s here? Well damn, I’d love to see her. Maybe we all should go to dinner or something. How’s she been?”

[galacticphysicist]

Thomas gave a snort. He'd been young once, and he wasn't shy to the club scene. But it wasn't really his thing anymore, which was plainly obvious. Regardless, he just sipped his beer--it wasn't the most uncomfortable setting he'd been at. That was probably his mother-in-law's house. "You should tell her that, you know she worries. And, when she worries, she bothers me," he told Gaalan, laughing softly before leaning back. "Perhaps I can make us some reservations. She's been great, of course. Though she's been hard at work, I'm sure she could use a break with her cousin."

[malveillants-bratprince]

"Right, onkel.” Gaalan spoke in a thick accent, hoping to please his Uncle. He rarely spoke German whenever he was around others but just his uncle, he even refrained from using his accent when speaking, trying to keep up a bland tone most of times. He gestured to a human female waitress as he took a seat on the bar-stool next to his relative. “I’m surprised you came, didn’t think all this noise would please you.” He teased, nudging his shoulder with his.

[galacticphysicist]

"It doesn't," he answered honestly, giving a little chuckle as he made himself comfortable. "But, I thought I'd drop by and see how things are going. And, of course, to remind you of a few things." He nodded at the waitress once his beer was delivered, and brought it to his lips for a quick swig, wiping the foam from his upper lip. "Anne is in town for a few days. And, your mother is relentlessly calling me, because she cannot get a hold of you...?"