Rrr. I'll show you a good time.

Barth. Formerly Ganar. A krogan, just trying to find his purpose in this dour life. Nothing else can get even worse than now, so whatever. [ Independent krogan OC RP Blog for Mass Effect. ]

[renegadejoanshepard]

[missionvao-deactivated20140824]

[edenpride-blog]

Ha, how would you know?

Yeah, one of those. I’m not really a believer, but I was raised on it, so it’s habit, I guess. -looks up at him, managing to suck it up and sit up a little taller- No, I’m just being paranoid. I have a soft head.

[worthlesspurpose]

I've been... squished by other krogan before. And then sat on. Still, that's better than succumbing to the Void.

Still don't understand why you said it, though. -hums, before his eyes grow wide- ...Oh, shit, you're right. I keep forgetting humans aren't as thick-headed as us krogan. -he snorts-

[edenpride-blog]

Ugh. Says you.

He’s, um, this religious figure. A messiah. Died for our sins and… y’know, I don’t think I’m in the best shape to explain it all right now. -looks at his hand after rubbing his head again, expecting to see blood-

[worthlesspurpose]

Well, it's the truth. Being a krogan pancake doesn't compare to being dead.

Ah, religion, right. One you aliens follow, all right. I get it. -looks slightly worried at his hand gestures, examining his head from where he sat- I don't see anything wrong...

[edenpride-blog]

-holds his head, squinting in the general direction of Barth’s handwave, seeing nothing- Yeah, and I’m sure a five million ton krogan tackling me is much better.

-stretches until something pops- Jesus.

[worthlesspurpose]

Better than getting your head smashed in. ...Wait. Err, my fault.

That ain't my name. Who's Jesus?

[edenpride-blog]

Ugh… ah. -groans, struggling to sit up- You’re going to have to explain a little before I know what the hell you’re talking about.

[worthlesspurpose]

-places a hand on his back, steadying him- That, uh... thing, -he points in a vague direction- almost fell on you. It could've crushed you, stopped some brain functions... all kinds of nasty stuff.

[amyshepard-blog]

I’m sure. { Amy managed to stifle an amused scoff, pursing her mouth together into a smile. She felt her smile broaden at the way Barth seemed to almost bounce a bit, excited. It was endearing. She didn’t expect to be missed, at least not by the lackadaisical krogan. } Other things, huh? Well, at least you seemed to have kept yourself entertained. 

Ah. Ah. That. Don’t remind me.

{ Her smile wavered imperceptibly, but she had little time to linger on the memory when she heard him remark on her face. Amy felt herself bringing a hand up to touch her face without really realizing it, a rare touch of insecurity welling up inside her chest.} 

It’s nothing. Probably just the artificial lighting around here.

[worthlesspurpose]

What can I say? Entertainment is my business. Only makes it better if the entertainer is really... into it too.

Yeah. Right. I knew that. -Somehow he gets the impression she didn't appreciate the remark on her face, and tries hard to think of a placating reply.- ...Or maybe it's your sheer radiance. Maybe you're just happy to see me?

[sharkiisha]

Urdnot Grunt, first krogan Spectre!

finally finished this thang, sorta. Kinda redrew my spectre grunt design for indulgent purposes.

[mysticmoons-side-deactivated201]

[tank-baby-blog]

{Grunt shook his head, scoffing shortly.} Alright, hotshot. Whatever.

Too much going on everywhere. Better be important if it derails you from your clan. Potential clan. Whatever. 

[worthlesspurpose]

Hehe! -he laughs loudly and proudly, in spite of what a backward victory it was-

Bah, I figure Urdnot's too busy for my ass to try and pull off a Rite. Besides... gotta get krantt. Something I'm actually lacking. My closest friends aren't exactly... battle worthy.

[spectrewolf]

"Exactly my point," she said. She would probably hold a grudge for a while. She had been saving that keg, dammit. And then suddenly Barth comes along and drinks it? Hah, she’d remember that until her grave. "Given it’s a special making by Wrex, y’better hope he’s feeling generous in givin’ it t’ you."

Laughter pealed from the Commander as she watched the large krogan keel over. “Get a move on, asshole.” 

[worthlesspurpose]

"Oh... well, shit." There went a few month's savings. ...Still, considering life expectancy at this point, he figured drinking the keg was still worth it. "Urdnot Wrex, huh? I'll have to make my offering back special, then."

"I'm moving, I'm moving!" he laughed, teasingly wiggling his ass in the air again as he slipped the rest of his shirt onto his large torso, hastily doing the buttons down the front.

[worthlesspurpose]

karneshthekrogan replied to your post “I don't know if I should burh these fornax issues or if I should get money from them.”

I don't know...i was young and I needed money. Now I am more: Screw the rules I have money.

Then get even more money. Credits are credits.

[amyshepard-blog]

{ Amy cringed slightly at the scene he was making, though the lopsided smile on her face never really wavered. She ought to be used to the krogan’s lack of subtlety. They certainly did not lack passion. }

Hah, a feast fit for a biotic. It has, hasn’t it? { She raised her hand to her head, scratching the back of it and realizing suddenly that the tresses weren’t as short as she usually kept them. She made a note to see a barber. } Well, I’m glad to see you seem to be doing well. How are things?

The—messes? You’ve lost me.

[worthlesspurpose]

Very filling, indeed I am. -He chuckles, excitedly bouncing in place on the balls of his feet. It was good to see his friend again; maybe they could go out for fun again later?- Things? Ah, same shit going down. Reaper fighting, bodyguarding... amongst other things, heheh. 

Y'know, that whole mess with the coup you overthrew... among other events. You're always at the centre of them. Exciting. -He pauses a bit, staring in wonder at her features.- Hey, you're looking a bit glowier on your face today. ...Kinda like it.

[worthlesspurpose]

I don't know if I should burh these fornax issues or if I should get money from them.

Hehe, you done with em'? Sell them off, if they're not ruined by now. Might as well get a few creds.

[edenpride-blog]

"No, see." Neil shifted the package into one hand, spreading his left hand wide. "This one’s for, well, everything." He wiggles his thumb. "This one’s for pointing." He wiggles his index finger. "This one’s for telling people to fuck off." He wiggles his middle finger, at this point feeling like he’s reciting an off-colour ‘This Little Piggy.’ "This one’s for your wedding band, and this one’s for cleaning out your ear after you’ve gone swimming." He moves his ring finger, his pinky finger joining in a second later.

"Damn. I thought I was about to be cool."

[worthlesspurpose]

"See, we don't need two of those. Krogan don't swim, krogan don't get wedded..." he chuckled loudly, placing a hand on his hip as he wiggled the fingers of his other hand in Neil's face. "And we sure as hell don't need some finger to tell someone to fuck off." He jabbed his pointer finger gently into Neil's chest, grinning.

"Nah, you're cool to me, anyway. No battle scars yet, but, heh."

[tank-baby-blog]

Might want to rethink that comeback. Hah.  Peh. Real thoughtful of you. 

{Grunt rolled his eyes, familiar with the easygoing sarcasm the other krogan seemed to exude. It didn’t quite make it any less annoying, though. Not really.} And Clan Urdnot? Done anything worth a damn with them? 

[worthlesspurpose]

Huh? What? -he's confused, lips curling in contemplation before realizing- Oh. ...Still bigger.

Urdnot? No, nothing yet. Haven't been able to gain much notice there. Too much going on right now...

[spectrewolf]

"I s’pose so. I promised I wouldn’t drink so much of it anymore, though," she said, fumbling a little with the hem of her shirt, trying to keep her attention anywhere else. "Maybe when you get me more."

"I was using sarcasm!” she shouted back, then flicked a small biotic missile at the krogan to keep him moving. 

[worthlesspurpose]

"Meh. Can't drink it til' you've got it, anyway," Barth relented, managing to slip one arm into his garments before fiddling with the other. He snorted in amusement, thinking how grand the spectacle could be. "Maybe when I ship back out to Tuchanka in a little while."

"Ow!" The biotic projectile was barely a slap to his raised rump, but it was enough to topple him sideways, already unbalanced as he was. "Damn it!"