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[n313s]

"don't look at me like that. you made this choice."

She's never been good with expressions. Her own face is a mystery to her at the best of times, and this is the worst of times. How is she supposed to know how she's looking at him, when her heart is a conflagration? How should she know the shape of her mouth, when her lungs are twin caskets sealed with a thousand nails? He has put a spike through her eye. He has peeled away her skin. He has ruined her, on the turn of a dime he has ruined her, and she hates him, hates him, hates herself for trusting him so completely. For buying just the slighest bit into the hero worship. For sipping the Kool-Aid, like it mattered how much she drank when a drop was enough to kill.

And later she'll think, Who the fuck laces Kool-Aid? But she's in no state to be rational right now. Right now, it's the end of the world. Metal Gear is gone and Madnar is dead and OILEX is safe and it's still the apocalypse, for her. In this moment, it does feel like her fault -- for coming here, for seeking him out even though she didn't know that's what she was doing, but she did, somehow she did--

"I don't--" Don't make me do this again, please, God, I can't. "Why. Why?"

[2077smerc]

"at least I'm honest about who I work for and what I do."

V  huffed  a  quiet  laugh,  one  shoulder  lifting  in  a  half-shrug.  "yeah?  congrats,  BIG  BOSS.  gold  star  for  transparency."  she  glanced  away  for  a  moment,  jaw  tightening  just  enough  to  give  her  away.  "I  don’t  get  paid  to  be  honest.  I  get  paid  to  survive.  difference  is,  I  don’t  pretend  it’s  noble.”  her  eyes  flicked  back  to  him,  "at  least  I  know  I’m  disposable.  beats  dressing  it  up  like  a  cause  and  calling  it  clean."

[zimwy]

james' routine grinds to a halt.

they feel big boss's eyes upon them before they spot him. their tank bunches around the waist band of their gym shorts, his dense legs standing like two proud spires that told tales of bucky's ability. the arabesque sinks, lifted leg settling plainly beside the other as he regains his footing, a graceful heel pivot putting boss into line of sight.

james isn't dumb. they know they're anomalous to the typical inductee: they weren't carted off the field, sweating blood and nursing bullet craters. they know, unlike their compatriots, they are a super weapon.

and they know big boss's scrutiny is with reason. he reaches over to tap the radio off, divesting boss his attention. the ballet could wait.

' what-- ' james stalls, wringing their hands together. ' do they call you boss, or snake? '

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[codenamearchangel]

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"You look familiar," Garrus said as he examined the other man's face. The missing eye was something he hadn't seen much among humans, so that alone made him stand out above other people he knew. "Not sure where I've seen you before, though." The turian folds his arms over his chest as his eyes narrow. Why he couldn't place this man was beyond him. Despite what others might think, he was good with faces. Still, the identity of this guy wasn't coming to him, so he thought he might give it more thought to try and figure him out.

"You're not from C-Sec," the former Archangel mumbled as one hand came out so he could press a thumb to his chin as he continued to think aloud. "You're not a Spectre," he continued. Though he hadn't told anyone, he knew the names and faces of most of the Spectres that had been around since he was a child, mostly because he aspired to be one himself. Unfortunately, that dream remained a dream and never became anything more than that. If he was a Spectre, he must have been new.

After a moment of silence, Garrus had another thought and asked, "You're not someone I owe money to, right?" Maybe that was it. He had tried to repay any debts he had to others in a timely manner, but during the time Shepard was being rebuilt and he was on Omega, things became muddled and confusing.

"I give up," he said with a slight shrug. Considering the fact that the ship was docked on the Citadel which was known to have a lot of diversity among both residents, employees and travelers, this person could be anybody.

[ciircumserpent]

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Ever since Eli and Tretij had gone missing -- again -- it had been the same questions, over and over and over again. What did he tell you? What do you know? How long has he been planning this? Where is he? How many did he take with him? Tell us. Tell us. Tell us.

Sometimes they were gentle with it. The fake cowboy tried to be friendly, to appeal to David's sense of loyalty. Nobody expects you to betray Eli, except that was exactly what they expected. He said, I know the Boss would be awful proud of you if you could help us out, as if David cared about that at all. Or, You've got a good heart, don't you want to do the right thing? That almost made him laugh. Nobody on this base cared about 'doing the right thing', why was he being held to different standards?

At least Miller wasn't a hypocrite, though he was harsh in his approach. Why did he leave you behind? Are you in contact? Is it that psychic? What aren't you telling us?! Out of respect for the straightforward ( and frankly astute ) questions, David did open up a bit for him. No, he was not in contact with Eli ( true ); no, Tretij probably wasn't behind this ( true ); and as to why his brother had left him behind... that was complicated. Except what he said was, I don't know, which wasn't entirely true. None of it really mattered, because Miller didn't believe him. Fine. So that was where honesty got him.

The commander had been to visit, but he hadn't lasted long. He hadn't seemed to know what to say, and David hadn't given him anything to work with. He had spoken with the cowboy and Miller for a while after that. They'd mentioned bringing in a woman, which David hadn't understood. Did they expect that sniper to torture him? But she didn't show up, so it couldn't have been that.

It came as a surprise when the commander returned to try again. Reflexively, David sat up straighter, raising his eyes. He paused. Pursed his lips, just a bit. The thing about being a twin was that you could lose yourself if you weren't careful. Though they'd spent the first decade of their lives apart, they had come together so perfectly that they quickly forgot the separation. Or tried to. Or Eli tried to. Dave got the feeling that he was more comfortable being an individual than Eli was, sudden abandonment aside. He loved his brother more than anything, but he had made an effort to practice distinguishing them in his mind. So he noticed the little differences. A scar here, the angle of the nostril there. Even the beret he wore looked off.

But David wasn't allowed to be smart. Adults didn't like it when he was smart. But he didn't have to act stupid, either, so he said, "You got a haircut."

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There was a moment before he reached for his gun and shot out a warning towards the figure in the cave. Someone was snooping where they shouldn't have. A silent assailant? Graham didn't know but his blue eyes wandered the darkness with narrowed eyes.

His items were touched. Fiddled with. His Bible wasn't where he left it. And his guns. Messed with. And something in the back of his head told him the person was still there.

"Best come out..less I smite you down wherever you're hiding.." He said aloud for clarity. He meant buisness and he wasn't going to let this lurker go without answers or a bullet to the head. His bandaged finger twitched on the trigger of the revolver he had.

[modelscientist]

@bcgbcss sent : "I thought I told you to stay back."

working with humans are interesting to say the least , the ones he works with are of course morally have a standing view with mordin . respect even . new humans though , that takes some time to get used to - no ill will towards others , of course . just caution measure , you understand , yes ?

there was a saying he had recall at one point in time , when humans ( or any species ) buy with money these are the only things you can never buy . time . happiness . inner peace . integrity . love . character . manners . health . respect . morals . trust . patience . class . common sense . dignity . shame that most this era in his years could not come in terms with such logics that one would need . “ gave word to shepard , not you . ” unsure why or what reason this human was with them now - but if commander shepard allowed it then who was he to judge on that note ?

“ curious . do humans always seem to believe their way is the correct way ? that perhaps brute strength is not needed when you can use a better approach . intelligents for example . think clearly . working clearly . insufficient with results that would have happen if done your way . probably chance of a fifty percent chance , the results would not be what was asked . only looking out . ”

[ampleinnuendo]

“  don't  make  me  tap  the  sign,  sugar.  ”  dulcet  tones  offer  forth,  fingers  and  form  slinking  across  a  well  worn  and  used  countertop.  it's  a  sparing  glance,  flickering  lashes  catching  in  pulsing  neon  ‘  NO  GUNS,  NO  KNIVES,  NO  GRENADES  '   “  —  unless  you’re  trying  to  pass  that  piece  off  as a   ‘ happy  to  see  me ’  situation .  ”  oh do ignore  the  fact  that  the  bar  matron  is  armed  to  the  teeth,  pistol  just  as  ready  as  her  smile. 

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