blood in your eagle eye

"The only thing on this planet that isn't silver are the turians. It's all too clear they're made of steel." - Jon Grissom [ independent mass effect oc rp blog ]COMPLETE NAGIVATION

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Excuse me...

Excuse me please.

There’s something that’s been quite bothering me as of late, and now it’s getting a bit out of hand.

Please, please. Gather around, I’ve got some choice words to speak out.

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Been quiet the past couple days because I had my orientation day yesterday because I did ( somehow ) end up getting into Queensland College of Arts Uni begins next week so my presence will be patchy until things settle

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Kal’Reegar knew he probably shouldn’t be up and about, he’d been told he’d probably better off if just rested, but he wasn’t the kind of guy who could stand being confined to a bed, no matter how much he needed to be. He was lucky he’d been able to convince the staff that an hour or so of just wondering the hospital wouldn’t kill him. 

Of course, he did get a couple of stares as he walked through the halls, he hadn’t seen any other Quarians during his stay, and when you added the publication of his arrival at Huerta, it only made sense.

His head turned as he heard his name, watching the woman who had approached him momentarily. She had to be the first other than the hospital staff to come up and speak to him.

“That I would be Ma’am. Kal’Reegar, not a ghost. Not dead yet, seem to try hard at it though.”

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Naturally, Janelle was keeping tabs on any and all reports about her beloved Palaven. At the time, the fallen communications tower was of great concern to her organization. The Quarians valour and sacrifice was deeply appreciated, and unfortunate. To see death reject the hero, and set him back to the course of war, made her heart sing with the opportunity presented to her to thank him.

"Greetings," respectfully she rose from her seat and bowed. "It is a blessing to see you alive and healing. Your actions on Palaven were above and beyond the call of duty. I'm sorry for your squad, but thank you for what you all have done," she almost gushed. The operative spoke not only for herself, but for all of Leviathan.

She dimmed her appreciative grin to a soft smile, linking her bandaged hands together behind her. "You're tough. I was convinced the breaches to your exo-suit were the end of you. Will you be able to return to battle once you've healed?"

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VALLEY OF FIRE by Joel LeVan

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Janelle was all over the place; what was Kane to do when so low in knowledge of what it was that had her torn at the seams like this? From irritably she had gone to shrunken like a lost child — all in less than an amount of seconds one could count on a single hand. With a lower lip pressing against his upper, the man straightened his neck and eyed the Australian up ever observantly; he was intent on finding out what it was that had her so shaken, he decided the very moment a pause came between the first word of a barely finished sentence.

How he wished to place a hand upon her shoulder out of mere solace, but he wished not to startle her again or go beyond what she considered the boundaries of acquaintances. Instead, he let said sentiment guide the glistening sensation in his seal brown eyes; he truly felt for her. 

With an apologetic expression splayed upon his face, the former Jedi attempted not to allow himself to take the knight’s latter words to heart like he so heavily inclined toward. “I know that,” the man uttered, “but if it truly is a matter barely t’ matter, than who’re you t’ let it shake you up the way it so visibly has, Ms. Vauthier?” Bollocks. Even after that one-time encounter, he had already developed the habit that was calling her by her last name. ” — Janelle, I mean. Uh,” he brought a hand to the back of his neck, releasing it prior to speaking already, “who would I be not t’ respect your wish of not telling me, aye? Please, at least allow me t’ take you where you’re headed — for company’s sake, perhaps?”

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There was that look again. The gleam in his eye that was trying to console her, or trying to tell her he was genuinely sympathetic. She wasn't so obviously agitated this time. She breathed it in as she stared with spent eyes, tried to let it touch her without snapping into volatility.

From omega, the knight remembered Kane's blue, peaceful haze. It had transformed into a vapour, to travel down into her lungs with caution and timidity, like it knew it was walking on eggshells. Caught by surprise, it was thrashed in the tide of a tempest, the throbbing of her muscles a pained echo throughout the chambers of her left branch. It was a struggle to pass over into the space that boxed her heart. The atmosphere was stasis, and the core was erratic. Pause was given to test its own presence, to watch the palpitation with sorrow. With great delicacy it came forth, climbed up, and settled upon the top of her heart. Like a puppy snuggled into carpet it nuzzled into the top, and stayed.

It all happened in the time it took the broker to speak his lines. Silence followed his question. With a plain expression she stared for a moment, but the concentration was set elsewhere. Janelle tested the company that took to her heart space. There was no urge to expel it, but it was no magical solution to her emotional ailing. Instead, there was ease.

Rapid blinking brought her back to Kane. The toxic film that clouded her gifted orbs filtered with each blink, and the severe delirium in her hues settled to something of a lesser degree of crazed. A smirk tugged at her lips, and she was able to laugh in puffs, feeling how awkwardly her name feel from his lips. "Nevermind what I said about my name. Call me what you prefer," she said.

Where was she headed? The eagle was set to fly back to her nest. "I'm returning home," she revealed. "Of course. Come." Turning herself with rigid movement, each step was painful, but she was accustomed to it. Next to him, she tried to walk absent the limp. It proved challenging.

"I didn't think you were keeping your eye out for me," she started, remembering how he unexpectedly emerged from behind her, and the manner of his surprise. "Unless I speak with pretension, and you weren't. How did you find me?"

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As she ghosted through the Heurta Memorial hospital, the wounded Infiltrator fussed with the fresh bandages wrapped around her knuckles. Janelle glared at the way the staff had hastily wrapped the white clothes. She would unravel and then ravel repeatedly, until finally it felt and looked correct. Absent-mindedly the dark woman took a seat, clenching and then unclenching her fists, to feel how the grated skin of her knuckles fared.

"Ow," she uttered half-heartedly. The combination of clothe and antiseptic stung, but nothing she couldn't manage. The knight finally looked around, scanning over the staff and patients. Something peculiar to her left caught her eye.

"Excuse me," she called softly to the quarian. "Forgive me if I'm mistaken, or seeing ghosts, but are you Kal'Reegar?"

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If there was a moment in existence where Kane had been so confused he knew not what next to do, this one - right then and there - would have been one worth taking note and notice of. With eyes glued to the maimed hands for as long as the moment of clear exasperation, the man could only wait for what was to come next. As far as he was aware, he’d done nothing wrong — aside from just so happening to have encounter the woman on a bad day.

Alas, that was what he had initially expected; her sudden snap caused him to shuffle back by a mere centimetre or so, frown significantly deepening at the sheer surprise he was confronted with as a follow-up to the first — that being the moment where he laid eyes upon Janelle while up in his own apartment. Aside from feeling shocked, a mere fragment of his being felt insulted for the assumption she dared make. “Don’t say things you’re not sure of,” the man countered in turn, hands finding the pockets of his jeans. Though his words were ones of harsh defence, he’d made sure the volume and intonation had gone none beyond that of a coo; what good would bringing more aggravation to her do? 

“Aye, we all do, Janelle,“ he emphasised with a certain bitterness, “but that wasn’t exactly what I meant t’ imply. I don’t suppose you’d be willing t’ tell me what’s botherin’ you?” he alluded, eyes finding hers after a moment’s worth of aversion. 

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Janelle gulped heavily, and searched him over with her stormy eyes, darting about him like the answer would be in plain view. Of course he was correct. She shouldn't assume. Her line of work should've taught her that. He just felt so homely to her. But there was one thing she found in plain sight - his body language. He cooed like a dove but he retreated from her like a cautious dog.

She almost winced when Kane finally spoke her first name. At that point she missed when he said Ms. Vauthier. It felt like a needle pricking into her. There came the slightest of frowns dragging down on her lips. She should've taken an exercise in humility and told him she was sorry. "I..." There was a pause. Spirits knows she was trying. It tasted like tart medicine was oozing out from the walls of her oesophagus as she tried to materialise the words. The knight knew she wouldn't swallow the pride later.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, and she could've punched herself for the sour taste of it as it bomb-dived into her stomach. "No," she answered sadly, with a sigh and heavy shoulders. "It barely matters. You barely know me." And it was true. She couldn't spill her heart out to an acquaintance, no matter how well they initially got off. It felt worse, feeling as if she was tearing the progress apart with her current state.

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Something definitely different. In fact, upon allowing himself to tap into Janelle’s inner lining that were to harbour her emotions rather than outwardly display them like as of now, close to everything was different. Her usual grace and knight-like attitude had passed and been replaced with a tumultuous and filed down way of being; it brought utter sadness to his heart, truly. She reminded him of a flame burned out; too tired and low on fuel to keep oneself running the way it usually did — and eventually merely in need of a final push of the wind to be knocked out of existence.

Too melodramatic, the man mused inwardly. With a hand finally dropped to his side again while the other’s still lingered on his, he would observe her again — though this time he would examine her exterior. The fashion in which her eyes had glistened when they first met was gone; her body had gone rigid and her overall motions stagnant. 

With pools of near equal deep brown finally slithering up along the length of the other’s face, he offered her a look of empathy; eyebrows furrowed in a shallow frown, eyelids just a fraction further away from each other, an a barely visible tilt of his head. “You sound as though you expect it to happen,” he countered with concern, “Ms. Vauthier; are you alright?”

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"Uh- Don't-," her stammering only ended in an exasperated sigh. She titled her face away, squeezed her eyes shut, massaged the bridge of her nose with both injured hands on each side, scoffed so quietly. Kane's expression, that empathetic stare, disconcerted her. It made her picture a rabbit trying to approach a maimed wolf.

"Don't look at me like you understand," she snapped, after she collected enough of herself to look at him again. Was he a bit broken like she was? Was he a bit lost like she was? Because that's how she felt today, as her fragile seams were coming loose. Everything from the past returned to assault her mind. Returning home to nothing was like releasing a flood gate. She didn't want Kane to drown at her unfolding.

"We all die," she uttered grimly, with an out-of-place shrug. "And don't be so formal," she uttered again, averting her gaze and furrowing her brows. "It's Janelle."

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No; Janelle would not have spotted Kane, for he had been observing the evening crowd from the large window that offered him both protection and light from the outside world during day and night. For now, all white in his apartment had a violet glow to it, with an occasional flash of citrine that came with whatever sky traffic had gone by.

Naught special had come to pass in the last few weeks, if not months; all traffic and passersby were either in blue or purple shades of both skin and garbs - for ‘twas an Asari colony, after all -, or the occasional pale-skinned human and perhaps a Krogan here and there. All felt the same to Kane, however; it was always the same bland, smooth-surfaced pool like the night before would have offered him. All that managed to still fascinate him was the ever magnificent scenery — but even that had grown dull over time.

Now was the moment he sensed a change he’d hoped for in the beginning of his habitual evening of looking out of the window — should he not be working. It was something he’d given up hope on long ago, however. Janelle, he mused to himself, eyes scanning the crowd; either standing standing still, or all together following the flow in the direction of the apartment section. The man had sensed her; the knight he had encountered so long ago on Omega — but even she did not feel the same she did that day.

There came a woman; face cloaked with a hood to cast a shadow over her face — but even from a distance, the former Jedi could recognise the simple pattern of a golden stripe along her eyes. Immediately, the broker scurried off; through the door only to pass the next. With a clumsy jog, he darted down the stairs and through yet another portal, whereafter he took a sharp right turn only to spend a solid thirty seconds on fishing in the pond of congruent violet, undulating with the movements of everyone’s bobbing up and down with each step taken.

It was her; right there, ahead of him. “‘scuse me,” mumbled the man with each stride he took forward, past one of those occupied with their own thoughts like everyone appeared to be. It took him a few solid strides and a small number of perhaps somewhat hurried and rude nudges to people’s arms — but once he was behind the other Human - Australian, he recalled -, he took it upon himself to place a hand on her shoulder. He’d imagined it to perhaps startle her — so rather than leaving her in the dark when it came to such a matter, he spoke - or panted, rather -, “Ms. Vauthier. Bloody hell, I was beginning to wonder if you were alive.” 

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At the touch, her lips curled inwards, shoulders stiffened, and she inhaled sharply. It was an irritation to her, physically and mentally, to have her tender body touched without warning. At least it hurled her out of her mind. As his words reached her she limped around to face him.

"Kane?" she said confusedly, mostly to herself. Even though she was staring at him it took seconds to register, and immediately she rested her features at the realisation. With her brows previously furrowed she must've looked displeased to see him. Far from the case. "Ah- Forgive me. Greetings." Though graceless and pained, with silence she bowed.

She opened her arms slightly, and smiled lightly. "Do I appear deceased?" she said in rhetoric. Her movements were unusually stiff and superficial, not elegant and militaristic as she normally was. She wanted to give the illusion that she was composed, but the gloss that usually lit her eyes was sanded out. The brown hues held a tumultuousness.

"Do not fear," she assured, patting him on the shoulder. Definitely out of character. "When I'm gone, you'll know it."

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I don’t believe my hands are cleanly. Can’t believe that you would let me touch your heart.

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It was a struggle to return to a straight form from bending the knee. In the darkness of dawn, the eagle limped across the smooth, sandy temple floor. The minor temples sprinkled across Palaven were pantheons, this particular one set high upon a mountain, like olympus. The warm winds caressed the pillars, swum through open space, swept against the protective fabric of her feathers.

She stepped where the Valluvian Priests once stepped. She obscured herself in purple as they once did. In a time where Turians believed in titans. If she felt like speaking, the eagle would've whistled a sweet tune; that Turians are modern titans, prowling the universe with their towering forms in their brawny armour. Like a true loyalist.

But this trip wasn't about loyalty. Janelle thought, maybe being in the temple where the wind spoke and the sky was close brought her closer to the spirits. The golden glare peeked out from beneath the shadow of the hood, her tired eyes masked in the darkness. Nothing spoke to her. Nothing calmed her restless spirit. Nothing fulfilled her void here. Not today.

It was an unusually ungraceful descent from the mountain to the shuttle bay in Cipritine. The ache pulsating through her body almost caused her to be late for the shuttle back to Nos Astra. Blood from her knuckles stained the bandages covering them. Love letters left from the great abyss.

Limping in as brisk a pace as she could through the Illium crowd, it emphasised a great ache in her chest. The concept of feeling alone in the crowded room. She was drained and questioning faith. The hood was down and it was clear on her face. Too absorbed in empty thoughts, her eagle-eyes didn't see Kane from afar. Many of the people she knew outside Leviathan hadn't seen her in some time, her family for even longer. No one outside saw how vicious she was, or liked to be. Can a monster still be a knight? Seeing him would have made her smirk. 

Pathetically, whatever she was, struggled on.

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Oh holy Hercules you are back !! Or is it just a one-time thing for now ? Anyway we're all very glad to see you have returned !!

[ I don’t know yet, anon. I really want to be able to time manage properly to make time for roleplaying, so we’ll see. But right now, I’m right here.

Geez, I didn’t know I had anyone (besides Kane/Rein-mun) missing me. It means a lot when I get these messages. Really. Makes me feel like I’m doing something right with Vauthier. It’d be better if you weren’t anON PRETTY PLEASE COME OUT LET ME SET PHASERS TO LOVE YOU ]

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"Commander Shepard," Janelle greeted with a graceful bow. To be standing in the presence of a legend wasn't something she expected out of today. A pleasant surprise, in any case. The operative innocently looked up to him. "Are you in need of something?"

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Verus nodded in greeting as she introduced herself. He memorized her name, not wanting to forget it in case they were to ever run into one another at a later date. The Turian gave another nod, this time affirming her request. 

“If that is what you wish, ma’am,” there was a softer note in his voice, something foreign to him, but he was trying is best to be as friendly as possible. He was raised in a society where the term ‘human’ came with a sort of stigma. He had never been one for believing what he had heard, but was always cautious.

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"Please, Verus" she said through a silky chuckle, taking an opportunity to exercise speaking his name. "Simply call me Janelle. You needn't be formal with me."

The soft note his voice took made the human wonder. Was he acting accommodating because he was a polite gentlemen, or because the strained relationship between their species made him feel like he was walking on eggshells with her?

"You needn't worry either," she assured. "This," she paused to gesture to the golden strike across her face. "Is my version of turian facial tattoos. Your species has done a great service to me, and I owe them much."

"Speaking of markings," she mused. Between his silver plates, honey eyes and teal marks he made for a unique-looking Lieutenant Colonel. "It's to my understanding turian tattoos mark their colony of origin. Where are you from?"