Tali'Zorah

"Please, Shepard. I'm a quarian. Give me a hunk of scrap metal, a circuit board, some element zero, and a half hour? I'll have it making precision jumps-- and possibly singing." Independent Tali'Zorah RP blog. Sidebar image: nthomas-illustration.

[blackjackkent]

Gaming Livestream Right Now! Trauma Center

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blackjackkent:

https://www.youtube.com/user/BlackjackKent/live

Hey, folks! On this week’s stream, I will be returning to the NDS game Trauma Center and buckling down and refusing to let it beat me. :P I’m gonna use my wacom tablet and stylus this time which should help with the interface issues, and we will push through and maybe figure out what’s up with that alien sperm baby we ran into last time! (How’s that for an intriguing ad line?)

Hope to see you all there!

Also – this week I will be giving a try to streaming on YouTube Gaming (https://www.youtube.com/user/BlackjackKent/live) instead of Twitch, so be sure to come hang out there to see the fun. :)

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n7-tech-geek:

“Ahem.” Philip clears his throat, unconsciously setting his bearing very deliberately. “Vo-rrrrrrr-’bosh.” He makes a noise somewhat like a cat spitting up a hairball, deliberately exaggerating the letter, and then grins. “I’ll work on it. If we ever go back to the flotilla, I want to be able to impress people.”

   “It would help if you had a-- huhm, what do you call it. ‘Forked’? I think that’s correct. A forked tongue. Humans have them sometimes. I’ve seen extranet animations. They call it ‘body modification’,” she offers, pulling up her omnitool as if about to show said pictures. “I have examples!”

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unitwithsoul:

     “Affirmative,” he responds, pulling back the scarf as instructed. Great care is taken to avoid any chances of damage to the apparatus beneath. No need to add more maintenance onto what already needed done. “What other assistance can we provide?”

    “Well,” she warbles when her veil is held back, flickering her multitool to life as she blindly (but deftly-- after all, she’s done this a million times) feels about the top of her helmet with it to touch up various seams with little flares of heat sparks. “Your brain is basically 1,000 computers. You must know a lot of... you know, facts. Why not just talk? It will help take the, ehm... tedium out of suit repair.”

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unitwithsoul:

    “Apologies, our sensors have only one brightness setting. Our last sterilization was at 0800 hours. This should be recent enough to prevent the transmission of any harmful materials. What is the damage to you’re helmet?”

   “Don’t, um... Don’t worry about it,” she reassures, illuminating her orange multitool while pointing to the veiled scarf draped atop her helmet. “And there’s no damage; just routine maintenance. I need to touch up the seals to prevent them from leaking. It won’t take long. Pull my headscarf back?”

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unitwithsoul:

         “

                                     I must go with them.                                          It’s the only way.

                                                                     “

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whohastimefortears:

   “Seriously?” At that, the blonde emitted all too loud a snort that clearly outmatched the well mannered alien’s own, “Gah, dad… of all the aliens you had to be friends with…” A small shake of her head was given then to her gentle pardon, as well as a light hearted smile… Heather honestly never would have thought that she would speak to an alien like this, someone who just looked… so cool, and yet, was still so well-mannered if not friendly.

   “Well, looks like you and I have a surprising amount in common, hehe…” She shrugged then, still, as annoying as that probably is, Heather couldn’t blame the alien for doing something like that when watching fictional sci-fis with others, “Ehhhh, I’m sure you have way better stuff to check out than that, anyway…” But wait, “Vid nights? So, you do have friends here, right?”

   “It appears that way, yes. This is... still somewhat new to me. Humans usually sarcastically cough in my direction if they’re familiar with quarians, or confusedly ask me for directions or where they can throw their trash away if not. I think they’re under the impression I’m some sort of mindless VI.”

She unconsciously flexes all six of her fingers into and out of her palms, curling them and uncurling them in a mildly neurotic nervous habit, despite the fact she’s feeling oddly comfortable in this situation. “Here? Here meaning... Earth? No, not particularly. I usually try to avoid it due to all the germs, but... Shepard insists in docking for salvage occasionally.”

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unitwithsoul:

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   “Tali’Zorah?” The Geth waves one hand in front of her visor.      “You seem to have sustained a head injury.  Are you alright?”

   “... Legion, it’s, ehm-- it’s mildly unnerving when you point your head flashlight directly at me like that. Can you dim it a little? Also, no. I’m just doing some light suit repair on the helmet region. You can help, if you’ve been recently sterilized.”

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commandxrshepard:

commandxrshepard:

   “...It was mocking me, Tali! That’s the important bit here! Can I get one this time that doesn’t mock me?”

   “Well, I’m not an expert on the latest models of personal data terminals-- or human psychology, for that matter-- but I would hazard a guess and say yes, yes you can get one that does not mock you. Most likely because none of them will mock you and you were imagining it.”

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[great-tunes]

Visit Original Link

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great-tunes:

little talks | of monsters and men

I don’t like walking around this old and empty house (So hold my hand, I’ll walk with you, my dear) The stairs creak as you sleep, it’s keeping me awake (It’s the house telling you to close your eyes)

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prince-everhard:

favorite female characters + palettes: bioware edition [1/13] Tali’Zorah vas Normandy

palettes from dublah ; images from wiki

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commandxrshepard:

    “Oh come on. Hate is a bit extreme, Tali.” She bit her lip. “It uh…four times. With my pistol.”

   “Ohhh,” she groans, exasperated. “You shot it four times? With a Carnifex? Shepard, you don’t need an engineer or a repair technician at this point-- you need a waste disposal chute and a few thousand credits for a replacement.”

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n7-tech-geek:

“Damn right.” He chuckles. “I’ll work on the accent. You do that little trill on the ‘r’ that I can’t quite get right.”

   “Vo-rrr-’bosh?” she repeats, deliberately exaggerating the R for emphasis. “Your tongue makes it hard for you, I think. Human tongues are just one solid flat piece, yes? Try, ehm... try going as if you’re about to spit, but then... don’t. That might help.”

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outofsuit;

Blurgh. How am I even supposed to do stuff with tumblr’s latest update. I can’t alter the text in old posts so I can’t delete my original response from a reply thread... What’s to stop these things from becoming massive untrimmed monsters!? It’s anarchy in the streets over here! PURE PANDEMONIUM! ABANDON YOUR POSTS! FLEE FOR YOUR LIVES!

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