Shepard just shrugged in response and glanced over the liquor store with longing before forcefully tearing her gaze away. Shit, it was harder than she thought.
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Shepard just shrugged in response and glanced over the liquor store with longing before forcefully tearing her gaze away. Shit, it was harder than she thought.
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Kadara, the home of the exiles. Scott... Had been eager to return here, he had someone in the slums that he wanted to return to. With Meridian settled and the Archon dead, the young Pathfinder had some time to kill.
Scott leaned against the bar in Tartarus, dressed in a black and red shirt with equally dark jeans and shoes. It was a vast difference from his Initiative clothing but it was worth it. Sky colored observed the area and rolled his lips, being unarmored here was dangerous. Sure he allied with the Charlatan but he couldn't always protect Scott.
Raising his glass to his lips, the Pathfinder observed the dance floor. It seemed pretty active for once, which was a good Thing, Kadara needed it. Silently, Scott supported the Collective wholly, which in return pissed off Tann. Not that he gave two shits about the Salarian.
Scott drained the glass in a fell swoop, maybe it was time for him to cut loose. To dance the night away and enjoy what was going on unfold throughout the night. Paying the bartender, Scott made his way to the floor, the bass of the music slowly started to seep into him. Scott managed to wiggle his way into a group of people, following the music with ease.
An easy smirk found itself on Scott's lips, his brown hair messy on top of his head. His biotics flickered underneath his skin, not that he would release them tonight. Sky colored eyes glanced around the room and took in who was there. Scott had a feeling that tonight was going to be interesting.
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The King was thinking of wear to explore first in this new area he had wound up in. All while being stood next to some of his victims. They had tried to mug and kill him, so to him it was there own fault he cut them down with his blade. He looked up when he heard movement. “Sorry. Am I in your way?”
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[ ✉: river ]: I just bit shepard so hard– you should have seen her face. [ ✉: river ]: goddess, I wish I could have sent you an attachment. but I don’t think the rest of the content would have been…appropriate.
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“You wanna get a few drinks, River? My treat.”
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❝ This doesn’t seem right -- ❞ Mobile Suit in parked stance, the pilot, a young woman with long pink hair attired in a tightly fitted pilot suit, stood with her helmet locked between her inner elbow and hip. Pale blue eyes scanned her newly fund surroundings as her expression filled with both genuine curiosity and concern. This wasn’t where she was meant to meet her comrades -- There had to of been a mistake, she was sure of where she was headed before landing the machine. ❝ Athrun? ❞ Her small figure shifted quickly as she caught sound of rusting in bushes nearby. The woman then carefully placed her helmet down onto the ground near the foot of her Gundam before hesitantly wandering forward to investigate.
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ASK THE BLOGGER:Accepting
✈ - hobbies?
I don’t really have any, unless you count rping, and crying over fictional characters.
This is a question :3
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