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@bruisedlegacy // from here
Caden is lying flat on his back, the soft fabric of the picnic blanket feeling soothing against his skin. Guy's got an arm tucked around him, a bicep serving as Caden's pillow as the two stargaze together. Caden isn't as familiar with human constellations but he is happy to point out the shapes and stories of Turian constellations. "At times it takes imagination," Caden confesses with a soft laugh. "You managed to spot one. One is better than none."
@kyberled // from here
Communication can be tricky, even if all involved parties technically speak the same tongue. After all there are may dialects and accents. And although translation devices help, they are imperfect and do not truly replace the concept of simply knowing multiple languages or dialects. "My people have a habit of mistaking action and violence for the same thing. Much can be achieved through steps you take, although such steps do not always also need to be paired with the exchanging of fists."
"Part of the reason the Separatist invasion has spread so fast is because there are sympathizes here that are aiding them. They are aiding them because they are scared or because they need supplies. We need to show them that we are safe and that we can offer aid. I suggest we start with protecting one of the farming towns since the Seperatist army seems to be trying to sneak into the captial by taking a longer, less traveled route along the farmland."
@bruisedlegacy // from here
Guy travels a lot for work. He's got a whole sector to watch over, after all. He hasn't seen Guy in months, although it feels longer. Caden makes a point to ignore the fact that the color of the sunset reminds him of Guy's orange hair, that blue and violet flowers remind him of Guy grinning but bruised after a fight... Despite not seeing him for a while Guy only ever seems to be on his mind.
Guy's flesh is warm and soft. It's a familiar texture, one that Caden quite enjoys feeling pressed against him. Turians have smaller waists than humans but the way Guy's hands fit neatly around his have him shivering in anticipation. An amused gleam makes his own eyes shine as he can't help but notice the change in Guy's demeanor. Guy's hands are twinkling, almost scheming as they hold each other close. "Perhaps," he hums, a hand coming to rest on Guy's waist in turn. "Would you like to find out, or would you like to just keep standing here?"
@djdivius // from here
He's perched awkwardly on a stool the height of the human bar counter not quite right for his lanky frame. It isn't uncommon to murmur about your woes at a bar, but it is rare for a stranger to comment on your plight. Clawed hands raise in mock surrender as he relents, "you're right. I don't know you. It's not my place to comment. I apologize."
@variedfins // from here
Caden has worn many titles over the years. Solider, then prisoner of war... Survivor turned politician. And with him recently completing his last term he's been sent adrift again, in search of a new path forward. He stumbled into bounty hunting as a means of getting by, a temporary solution... The 'temporary' solution ha gone on three months now.
"Our bounty," yes, our. The high value and highly dangerous bounty is not easily pursued alone, hence the backup. Or rather, hence the strained alliance. "Has an ally and close friend that is a retired nurse. There's a possiblity they will just patch one another up. So we can wait for one of them to nearly die and seek additional medical help and lose money every minute we wait, or we could take a more aggressive approach." With a soft sigh of frustration, he continues, "we set a trap. An opportunity too good for them to pass up. We pretend to hire them for a robbery."
@starpcwered // from here
An arm comes to rest on the table between them as he learns forward, giving Pokie his full attention. Caden has always enjoyed stories, although admittedly he'd rather be the listener than the story teller. Thankfully, in this case, Pokie seems happy to chatter away.
"I do enjoy a good bargain," Caden replies with a low, amused chuckle. "You must meet all sorts of interesting people along your travels. Not to mention talking on the radio... Where are you headed next, Pokie?"
@trblshot // from here
"At least since you are familiar with the poison we can establish and distribute n antidote," Caden replies with a low, weary chuckle. Oh how this just turned into a long, long day... "My first reply was sarcasm. Sarcasm is not common on my planet. I am still working on tone delivery, admittedly."
@ratwhsprs // from here
Otis isn't much of a fighter. That much is obvious. Still, it is important to be able to protect yourself. Caden isn't trying to turn Otis into a soldier. He's just trying to give Otis the skills to keep himself and his rats safe. After all, as a literal alien, Caden has witnessed first hand how cruel other humans can be.
"You are getting better," he assures Otis with a warm smile. "Let's take a break. You are getting better, even if you have not noticed the improvements for yourself yet."
