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[vkarian]

* 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

#𝐕𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 / 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐒 𝐕𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐒𝐕 & 𝐒𝐑-𝟐 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘 If you're ever in dire need of a sidekick that can't say no to a suicidal mission, then look no further than this turian. A turian that can not only hit a target with pinpoint precision from 100 yards but also the master of sweeping you off your feet...

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃      :      𝗟𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗼#𝟲𝟰𝟭𝟲 ( This is the best place to get in contact with me. If we're mutuals then feel free to add, just let me know who you are. )

𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 , 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 , 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒 , 𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐔𝐒 , 𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄 , 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐍 Independent, highly selective Garrus Vakarian from Bioware's Mass Effect trilogy, low activity blog calibrated by Tup. Other blog : @righteouskills

RULES biography incoming soon.

[vkarian]

Why am I really here? / 𝐎𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

❝ What? Can't I share a drink with my commander now with them suspecting there to be some kind of ulterior motive behind it? ❞ he conveys loosely in an all too familiar tongue, floundering desperately like a turian drowning in water. While the spot he embraced dearly meant the littlest of significance to many, overlooking the darkest chasms of space, the great unknown welcomed forth adventures of untraveled galaxies and dangers. He shares a glance outside, his mind absent of trailing thoughts and memories of home and a past life; the brightest of stars dancing eloquently like a twinkle upon one's iris, the gentle reminder of freedom he could never replace.

He finds space at the table, softly mimicking towards the chair opposite as he, himself, finds comfort in the booth. Wasting no time, not even allowing her proper seating before cracking open the bottle and proceeding to pour evenly into both glasses, flicking one across the table in @dutyworn's direction. ❝ Just a celebratory drink amongst friends.... ❞

[gethprime]

Mass Effect 2 | Garrus Vakarian

[vkarian]

serpidor

“   yeah. you’re a regular prince charming. thanks,   ”   but ignacio has very little time for swapping pleasantries; he bumps a shoulder up against a button and a door slides open adjacent to it. he swings his own gun into the yawning room beyond. it is empty. relieved, he is tempted to let loose a sigh, let loose any of his rigidity, really, but he does not.  his jaw is set firm beneath his mask as he turns on garrus again. his grip on his weapon doesn’t lax. sometimes he feels like he hasn’t relaxed once since leaving earth. even the distance of space can’t grant him comfort.

nacho flinches slightly at the abrupt gunshot; he flicks dark eyes to glance at the turian, peculiarly, but doesn’t comment. part of him wants to. always wants to query how people can react like that to death — even the death of a supposed ‘ machine ’ like the geth; coolly, almost bored. like they’re stuck watching old tv reruns rather than the end of a life.   “   see, thing is — i don’t like guessing, and i’m just saying it’s strange that only me, and our dead friends,   ”   and he gestures to the body now crumpled against the wall,   “   knew about this little uh … base here.   so what’s the deal?   ”   a moment of silence.   a curious tilt of his head, trigger-finger still twitchy despite the honey in his voice.   “   who you workin’ for? or are you just a ...   ” a scoff, closing words spoken through a growing grin, " concerned bystander? "

❝ Likewise... a waist with such girth as your own, the resemblance to the krogan is quite uncanny. ❞ the sarcasm that lathered each word was almost too obvious to ignore through the untrusted smile that lied present. A heart untamed and unhindered, the animalistic roar deep beneath his chest, all too reluctant to accept an untimely defeat in the war of words forced upon him. Heavy palms come to a rest upon the chipped window ledge, an overlook on to day anew. The dazzling sun presented her wary head just above the building tops, engulfing his frame in her tender clutches; ironic, figures she'd finally reveal her face upon the land of criminals. Vehicles beneath catch the turian's eye, speeding past unbeknownst to what was truly transpiring beyond those very walls.

Simmering growl conformed to his words even if they stood truthful, the lingering thoughts of betrayal rested heavily upon his shoulder, that some important information was withheld from him at the briefing. Whether he liked it or not, the mission still needed to be seen to its completion; there'd be another time to lay blame upon halted tongues sooner or later. Just like a switch being flicked on from the question, his demeanour fractured into brutal hostilities. No longer taking his leave upon the outskirts of the room, helm slightly atilt from the question, proceeding to approach the other with much more purpose than before. ❝ If I told you, I'd have to kill you... ❞ the turian answered through gritted teeth, face pushed as close to the other as possible before a narrowed smile and light-spirited push on the shoulder breaks the briefest of façades.

[vkarian]

The best thing about Garrus is that you might think that he's subtly fliting with you, however, in hindsight, he doesn't even know himself that he's flirting with you.

[vkarian]

Call Garrus a gare bear, I dare you...

[vkarian]

❝ The universe is a dark place. I’m trying to make it brighter before I die. ❞ / 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝟐

He figured it'd be a false alarm like always, a lost pyjak or varren wandering in through one of the openings in the experimental wing again. The salarian's had vacated their stations for the day as the hangar lies as dormant as the heart that no longer beats before the turian resuscitated the building in a distorted flicker of light. ❝ I'm fond of a suicide mission myself, but stealing from C-Sec, really, you must really have a death wish. ❞ the marksman advised, pacing the depths of the open halls, arms folding to rest against his armour before kicking a leg up against the wall behind. He halted for a moment as radio chatter reverberated in his ear for a check-up on the situation. There was a brief hesitation to his answer, side-eying @cheatdeaths before affirming their previous suspicions to be correct. He severs the link to command before his attention shifts back to the other. ❝ And it appears you do... It's funny, I met a drell who said the same thing some time ago... I like to think he was content with the world he left behind for his son, though, I never did get the chance to ask. ❞ he admits, a tingling sensation awakening in the turian's mandibles, each passing word adding to the lump growing on the back of his throat. Hands thrust open towards the ship in an offering, hoping the answer were to be the sensible one. No bloodshed, no death.

[vkarian]

❝ I’m not complaining, but you show up at the strangest times… ❞ / 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝟐

It was still fresh from the kill, his trusted rifle shifted precariously through coarse digits before coming to rest upon his shoulder, clouds of smoke exuding copiously from the barrel that had already taken so many lives previously. ❝ Typical humans... it's never just a thank you. You save their life and the first thing they do is question your timing, ❞ the turian states with an acerbic hum in his voice, making his daunting presence increasingly obvious. While there may be no disservice on his part, that didn't mean he couldn't make his own enjoyment out of the situation, even if it meant at the fleshlings expense. He afforded them a brief glance before shifting back to the carcass lying motionless on the floor. Holstering his weaponry, a kick to the ribs helps resurface the fading essence of the Geth intruder, a foot instantly clamping down on its chest like a vice, refusing to relent. A pistol surfaces at the first signs of a fight, acting without thought, without remorse, planting a bullet square in the centre of its head. ❝ Besides, I've always been one for the dramatic entrance. Always keep them guessing, you know? ❞ One last kick sends the corpse tumbling against the wall, sighting @serpidor just inside his periphery.

[vkarian]

𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐒 𝐕𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 / #𝐕𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 Independent, private, low activity, multi-verse friendly and highly selective blog for Garrus Vakarian of the Mass Effect franchise calibrated by Tup.