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[dayscorchings]

" take it easy. you're safe now, but you need to relax. " ( MY GIRL GETS TO MEET MY BOYO FINALLY YIPPIE . . . )

A FAR CRY ... FROM THE SILVERY & GREY, MISTY WORLD; these bells that resound in single strums & her gaze which opens wide ──────── scarlet lips departing as metallic & colorless shades fill up the gaze, a world of nothingness but those horrid & strange bells, strange lights & smoke shade ... where in hell is she ?

HEART TREMBLES ITS' GREAT UNLEASHING, the sound of the odd bells increase & upward, the body moves, sat straight in this sea of metal, lights & white sheets. SHE HAD BEEN OUTSIDE ONLY MOMENTS AGO, lashes which shut, body which collapsed ... a soul's beckoning for rest, just a small reprieve ... so, how was it, that she has been brought here ?

GAZE SHIFTS UNTO THE MACHINE, the bell resounding from within it, numbers scaling upward 'pon the strange screen & wires ... HEAVENS HAVE MERCY ──────── the machine is attached to her, an intravenous injection hooked within vein, clear liquid slipping within ... WHERE IN ALL HELLS IS SHE ? !

FINGERS SHIFT QUICKLY, enwrapping that which floods the veins ... only, metal shifts & a form slides within, voice filling the room, her gaze widening within the name of horror ... a fish person ? UPRIGHT, WALKING, BREATHING, as though he were but a man, voice soft as a lull, patient to tell her to ease ... he must be a demon, this much she is half certain.

FINGERS PLUNGE, TEARING INTO THE LINE WITHIN HER VEIN & tearing it open, tossing the needle & all as scarlet paints the floor, the bed & herself ──────── body shifts, practically throwing itself to the drip stand which she grips before smashing it against the wall, the bag scattering, the top breaking off to leave behind a jagged stick.

❛❛ You're going to tell me what the hell you put in me & where the hell I am or I'm going to slash off your throat with this, understood ? ❜❜ BODY CROUCHED, not unlike a cornered beast, fangs bared wide. SHE BREATHES, OUT, AT LAST ... how long had she been swallowing it ?

prompted. ; @modelscientist . ; accepting.

[ofvoidx]

i believe you promised me you'd lay low. ( mordin to liara ) / accepting , @modelscientist .

" that almost feels like a different person , dr. solus. " there's certainly something facetious about the way liara had said that. IT WASN'T SARCASTIC OR A JOKE . ever changing is the young asari who used to prize history but there might not be a future if that history legitimately doesn't help. BLUE EYES PRY AWAY FROM THE SCREEN SHE'S WORKING DUTIFULLY AT TO PEER AT MORDIN . she wasn't quite part of the crew as much as she was the normandy sr-1 , but everybody needs a shadowbroker. OR A REALLY GOOD INFORMATION BROKER . liara smiles , just the slightest.

" as if you would turn down an opportunity to learn more? "

[vaasnormandy]

you didn't need to step in like that.

"STOP PUTTING YOURSELF INTO DANGER!" PROMPTS

SCIENTIST, DOCTOR, FORMER STG ; Mordin isn't someone to be taken lightly in any aspect and Tali found that out first hand pretty quickly when she returned to the Normandy. Honestly ? He could be a little scary if she thought about it long enough. Did that mean she was going to sit by while he took all the fire ? Absolutely not. She's made it perfectly clear that she would risk infection for any of the Normandy crew time and time again, whether they liked it or not.

❝ Where's the fun in that ? C'mon, you know I like the action. ❞ a soft giggle, a little too trigger happy with her shotty, but as she stepped over several dead mercs ( who had tried to get the jump on Mordin while he was busy but jokes on them ) with a spring in her step she has to admit that she could be so much worse, imagine if she had the temper of a Krogan !

Tali keeps her weapon at the ready as she wanders around the perimeter of the wide room just in case any more surprises showed up. Tasked with a simple recon mission that turned into something a touch more when they stumbled across a console that was under lock and key and heavily guarded. Tali was able to hack it pretty quickly to allow Mordin access. Maybe it was nothing, but anything to help their goal was worth the detour.

❝ Did you get the data ? ❞ she asked, tilting her head towards him with a curious tone, eager to find out if there was anything worthwhile on the drives. ❝ Anything important we could use ? I'd like to send something back to the Flotilla if there is . . . . and we've gone through it thoroughly of course. ❞

[cerberusofficer]

“  you’ve  made  your  choice.  are  you  sure  it’s  the  right  one  ?  ”  it's  a  curt  question  that  comes  quickly  on  her  tongue,  snapping  before  the  chance  to  reel  it  in  resonates.  ever  still,  she  holds  fast,  filled  with  expectation  over  what  will  probably  amount  to  a  wordy  answer  or  explanation…  much  to  her  chagrin.

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