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I made a quiz that tells you which character trope you fit best. There’s ten different results! Feel free to take it!

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#✘: her holy and terrible countance #[[the femme fatal #wHAT A SHOCK]]#[[The Femme Fatale is sexy and they know it. Made famous by Film Noir and hard-boiled detective stories they manipulate and confuse The Hero #lmao]]

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He sticks out amongst most men here, downcast eyes and a grimace each time he hears the roar of laughter. The flashing, hypnotic, pulse of lights and music are an attack on his sense, only serving to make his skull throb, waves of nausea quenched with a stiff drink. It’s too bright here. This is where he sits, and waits, and nurses a drink he can’t pronounce the name of. Each beat, accompanied by a change of colour in the room, makes him forget what he’s waiting for.

Then she’s there, out of the blue - almost laughs at that, but turns his attention to where she came from. There’s a thousand men stationed here, some bad, some good, and his business is to follow his orders. He doesn’t buy the act, too many stories from Omega, and she’s dressed like a femme fatale ready and waiting.

Shame, that his nature is so good.

Still - just in case -

“Sit with me then.”

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he takes no pleasure in it, doles it out like an order given to soldiers under his command. a wave of boredom strikes her, rogue and overpowering as she props her chin onto her fist, elbow on the table. a group of guys walk by. loud. batarians mostly. few krogan at the back but they all wear the same warpaint: red x’s across exposed hips, shoulders, backs. ducks her head for a moment. one of the krogans lets out a roll of laughter that shakes the table. the bump into each other. horsing around then disappear down one of the side halls. off to get some private dance from a couple girls looking to make bank on them. she moves around the table to sit opposite of him, arms crossed. hands holding onto her shoulders.

“hey thanks-- most guys would have taken that as a queue to ask for a freebie. i guess just because i’m an asari they think i work here.”

casts a glance towards the bar. people dotted the seats around it. the night was getting on, but the parties never stopped around here. shift change would be soon. she could see the current bartenders counting their tips, orange of their omni-tool basking them in light.

“what are you drinking? i owe you a new one for that.”

she doesn’t lay it on sweet, doubts he would be swayed by it but a free drink is a free drink. raises her hand, signalling to a maiden in a chartreuse catsuit. the asari greets her with a smile and asks what they want.

“i’ll take a krogan blood rage. easy on the ryncol. i want to be able to walk back to my apartment.”

#endetriment #✘: storms heaven && devours god

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exit; stage left

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It was intriguing to say the least. Piece by piece, she watched as the facade began to vanish. In the beginning, she was the justicar that Jack had fought side by side with. The one who had laws to abide by, who was seemingly bound to Shepard until not needed anymore. The asari would get preachy and those moment were when Jack would peace out. She didn’t have issue with Samara, so why stick around and get soured by the words spewing from her lips?

Now, there was a different woman in front of her. Not just because the getup was different. Her eyes… her words. Everything had changed. Yet there were no lies. Nothing against Shepard, but the new asari was right. They’d done what they were asked to do. There was no reason to stay behind. Right? That’s exactly what would happen once they landed on the Citadel. Everyone would go their separate ways and that was the end of that. There wasn’t any reason not to leave a little prematurely.

Her tongue clicks against the roof of her mouth as she stands up, arms crossing in defiance, not against the pretender, but her situation. No one decided what Jack did. She did. ❛ No one has kept a collar on me since I was a kid. It’s not going to start now, just because Shepard gave me some files. Just because she busted me out of Purgatory. ❜ Even now… even after all of this, the sheer fact Cerberus loomed so close had left her feeling dirty. Maybe getting some space between them would make her feel like herself again. ❛ You have room in that ship for two? ❜

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black lips part to show pearl-white teeth. rows and rows. they split to draw in a breath, low. slow. deliberate. casts a look over her shoulder. contemplates. having two heads was always something to consider. she wasn’t exactly a team player but the truth of the matter was, she was drained. that show she put on, the biotic sphere had left her weeks in the knees and sore in all the wrong places. two mouths, two brains-- why the hell not? it had been too long since she traveled with someone that could pull their own weight. she’d seen jack in battle. her biotics left nothing off the table. the human threw her should into every attack. it was like she gave everything she had every time she faced someone down; and that was exactly the kind of person morinth liked.

“abso-fucking-lutely.” swept her arms to the side, a grand gesture.

pulled the right glove free of her hand, air feeling cold along her skin. skin pinpricked, finally drawing breath after holding it for too long in burning lungs.

she stepped inside the pod. a single chair sat at a control panel. lights flickered, syncopated to the alarms overhead. she’d done her fair share of piloting small vessels like this one. they were all the same model when you got right down to it. the paint might be different and maybe they swapped a few buttons around, but it was never much more than that. there was going to be a tracker somewhere in the compartments behind the controls. something to allow the sr-2 to track it’s smaller ships.

“don’t suppose you know how to disconnect a locational relay in one of these bad boys?” cants her head as she leans against the piloting seat, fingers drumming along the headrest.

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