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@spectre-adriana
// Just a test! Reblog it if my muse can jump in your askbox without annoying the mun!
Closed RP // spectre-adriana
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There had been rumors of Shepard being back, but without being able to double check them Velahari dismissed them as such, just rumors. But now sitting at a table in the corner of a bar her eyes locked on to the well known form of the other woman.
“Shepard.” The name left her lips at the same time Velahari rose to her feet and began to cross the distance toward the other, her drink forgotten. Her focus now on the once dead Human Specter.
Adriana’s head was spinning. The last time she had set foot on the Citadel everything was still being repaired. Everything almost looked too new. It still seemed almost unbelievable that it had been two years, yet here she was; saddled with an impossible quest.
An unsettled feeling that was slowly becoming commonplace hovered at the back of her mind. She clicked her tongue and blinked as she realized she’d been standing at the bar deliberating at the options on the kiosk for far too long. With an exasperated huff, she slammed her gloved finger on the only option she remembered liking. Asari hard liquor.
She listened to the sound of her drink being poured, snatched up her glass, and turned to survey her surroundings; stepping out of the way of the other patrons gathered around the bar. She lifted her glass to her lips and paused as her eyes scanned over a familiar face. She squinted and mumbled to nobody in particular, “Is that really...?”
[Text]: it glows. i had to have it.
[MSG] …I’m not certain I want to know what you’re referring to.
[MSG] I was exploring this cave and I saw something sparkly.
[MSG] Turned out to be junk.
[MSG] What I’m wearing has better stats.
Yet Another TFLN Meme
[Text]: it glows. i had to have it. [Text]: i stole nothing, broke nothing, and stabbed nothing. aren’t you proud of me? [Text]: you told me your favorite colors were “pink” “no pants” and “Mexican food” [Text]: I stared at him for a solid five minutes because he looked like what I imagine god would look like if god was a lumberjack [Text]: YOU CANT FOOL THE TOILET [Text]: This electrician is just ripping my house apart and I’m too hungover to ask questions [Text]: I think my nap took me to another dimension [Text]: i think i just encouraged him to glue googly eyes to my boobs [Text]: I am going to MURDER whoever gave him my phone number but it was probably drunk me so I’m conflicted. [Text]: I SHOULD NOT BE HAVING AN EXISTENTIAL CRISIS OVER PIZZA [Text]: i crashed through a building. if that counts then yes, i went out with a bang. [Text]: He tried to do the do on me last night and my exact words were “stay away from my princess parts. they’re renovating.” [Text]: It hurts to hear and I can smell shapes. [Text]: If we tried baptizing you I feel the water would start boiling around you. [Text]: The real estate’s complaint had the words “loud squealing at 2am” in it. Then I remembered that was me spoon feeding you guys old potato salad while you screeched like baby birds. Great night. [Text]: Your level of morning after guilt is too much right now. Do less. [Text]: was it mean of me to chase him screaming “DO YOU EVER WANT TO BE ABLE TO HAVE CHILDREN?!” [Text]: I could not handle jail. And my very angry parents. [Text]: If my eyeballs could make a sound to describe how they feel they would just say uhhhhhhhhggggggghhhhhh. [Text]: Does me being hung over take away from how professional I can be today? [Text]: I was a bouncer for about 90 seconds until the real bouncers figured out that I was doing their job [Text]: And he probably thinks I’m in love with him but after three shots of Patron you love anything [Text]: I had to assert my dominance as Alpha Drunk. [Text]: i said good morning to each one of his abs personally [Text]: A true measure of a good friend is how long they respond to their friends drunken illogical texts. You’re a champ. [Text]: Apparently I’m a “fire hazard” [Text]: Just did shrooms. Don’t feel shit! Wsasted 40 bucks on this! Nothing’s happenig except for this little gnome on my shoulder and the couch is melting. Fuckin waste of money. [Text]: I hit him with a car. Nothing says I hate you more than backing into someone with a fucking car. [Text]: do you ever just look around and think about how great it is to have depth perception? Like it’s really, really cool when u think about it [Text]: Well I’m about 60% wine, 30% pure rage and 10% tears at the moment and I’m disappointed in how little alcohol is in me [Text]: im half tempted just to scoot up to him and whisper “I’m not wearing underwear” but idk if thats a heartfelt apology [Text]: Ducking stuck downtown…all the fuxkig roads are blixkded [Text]: we’re making bets on your personal life [Text]: Let me begin my 3 part apology by saying that you are a wonderful human being…
[ I swear I’m not dead. I’ve just been lacking in inspiration lately. Made some minor changes to Adriana’s dossier for the sake of character development. Anyhow I have a large queue of drafts I know I need to dust off and I’d like to thank you all for being patient about it. Life just kind of got away from me, but now that the holidays have thrown me back up... Within the next couple weeks I hope to at least be putting up some decent replies. ]
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“Adriana,” the younger woman repeated, a bit more forcefully than was necessary. “And I’m Sam.” She offered a tiny smile in an attempt to smooth things over, glancing at the board again. Better to steer the conversation back into familiar territory.
“Have you played much before?” she asked abruptly, fiddling with the datapad in her hand as she mentally sketched out possible moves. After a few moments she tapped a bishop on the screen and slid it into its new position, the holo between them mimicking appropriately.
A smile, followed by a glimmer of amusement, found it’s way through the cloud of confusion. Something in the Specialist’s reaction caused her to relax. The other woman had a way of concentrating that Adriana found intriguing. Samantha’s question pulled at her attention and Adriana swallowed her uncertainty; grateful for the change in subject. Shifting again in her seat she cleared her throat and tried to concentrate on the game between them; looking between the game board and the datapad in her hand. “I... have not.” A blush colours the Commander’s cheeks. This is kind of my first real game... “I read about a few strategies on the extranet. Though... reading about them probably pales in comparison to actually playing.” She trailed off, somewhat embarrassed about her lack of experience. She chewed her lip before tapping on one of her knights to indicate its movement and watched the corresponding holo piece as it moved.
The reel of memories keeps playing over and over in the theater of my mind. I pray every time that the never ending loop heats up and catches fire; the film never to be played again.
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Joining the Ranks
Green eyes read the words over and over as excited determination settled into her muscles. Adriana had been accepted into the Alliance. She had studied and prepared herself for the application process for so long, she couldn’t quite fathom what would happen afterward.
But here she was. She had crawled up the shaft between decks to get to her mother’s quarters. Adriana never did like elevators. Too slow. She paused just before the door to her mother’s, Captain Hannah Shepard’s, cabin. Adriana somehow felt smaller than her 5’10” height; the door loomed and her chest tightened. She started to pace nervously; reasoning with herself that it wasn’t going to be a bother. This is good news.
Adriana was 5 when her father was stationed on another ship; forcing him to leave her and her mother’s sides. No more bedtime stories, no more riding on his shoulders, and no more watching the ways his hands moved when he cleaned his guns.
It started with a message every day before he went to bed. They’d be the usual report about how his day went and the standard promise to come visit whenever he got the chance. There was more promise in those earlier messages. After a few months, the messages came slower and slower until they stopped all together. When Adriana turned 12 she stopped believing he’d ever come back and Hannah had willfully buried herself in her work.
Adriana blinked and shook herself. She was standing at her mother’s door again. The past can’t be changed. Sometimes they may not actually talk or see each other, even though they’re on the same ship, but she deserved to hear this news from her daughter. Though she probably already knew anyway.
Adriana ran her hands nervously through her hair and straightened her clothes; taking a breath before knocking. Nothing. The muscle in Adriana’s jaw twitched. She pressed the door panel and walked in.
“What do you need, Adriana?” Her mother sounded annoyed.
Adriana caught her bottom lip in her teeth and swallowed. Her mother was reading over a datapad as an officer stood hovering near her desk. He glanced at her briefly and offered an encouraging nod. Wesley was one of the few people she talked to on occasion on this ship. He was nice enough, but having him here now made the muscles along her spine cramp up.
A breath and another step further in; her mother handed the datapad back to the officer and summarily dismissed him. Adriana cleared her throat softly as the door hissed shut behind him. “I… I got accepted.” A pause; her mother’s attention fixed on her terminal. “Into the Alliance.” Adriana held her breath and tried to offer a confident smile.
Without looking up, Hannah waved a hand almost dismissively. “That’s nice, dear.”
The pit of her stomach twisted and sank. Adriana went almost rigid as she said evenly, “I’ll be getting off at the next station.” You don’t have to worry about me getting in your way anymore. She turned and left, tears biting around her eyes, but she ignored them. Adriana wasn’t sure what she should have expected, but it should have been exactly that.
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nonsexual acts of intimacy - select from the following for my muse to respond to:
♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes
♕: Holding hands
♖: Having their hair washed by your muse
♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.
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♙: Sharing a bed
♚: Head scratches
♛: Sharing a dessert
♜: Shoulder rubs
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♟: Patching up a wound
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♧: Your muse playing with their hair
♡: Accidentally falling asleep together
♢: Forehead or cheek kisses
♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
♣: Back scratches
♥: Your muse crying about something
♦: Slow dancing
[ *collapses in a heap* Last day at my second job. I’m fucking exhausted, but in a good way. Finally can get back to writing. So sorry for everyone I left hanging in the meanwhile. I got super busy and barely had time for sleep and Halloween between going to both jobs. (Eating is overrated apparently.) I still have a lot to do, but I’ll have more time so I’m going to try and work on getting my drafts cleared out. ;^; So many... Ha! But not as many as my unfinished oc, Logan! ]
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