[It's really saying something that he'd much prefer the imminent threat of death of the Reapers than be here right now. This city and its absurd rules that he is meant to follow are too much. And to think he'd once complained of the rules of C-Sec and the Citidel. Perhaps this is some sick punishment?
Garrus sits at the back of the bus, glowering at the display of the subservient and adoring Submissive on their knees in front of their Dominant. He wants to go up there and shake the Submissive to their senses. But he doesn't. He's already tried to stand up to these rules since the moment he got here, only to be slapped down and worse for his trouble.
He barely even notices when someone comes near him to fill the empty seat beside him until he feels the cushion shift under him. It's shocking that anyone would want to come near him with how upset he seems and the fact that he looks like a bird-like monster, with his metallic carapace and talons. So many here seem to be human. Which is curious. No other turians like himself. No quarians. No asari. No krogan.] I need to find a ship off this planet before I lose my mind.
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[The cold doesn't suit him without his armor. So Garrus is bundled up as best he can be although he feels quite ridiculous wearing the long blue and purple scarf around his neck that a shopkeeper had insisted made him look 'cute'. When he's hit with a snowball, he starts and looks around wildly, mandibles flaring, as though he thinks this might actually be a genuine fight of some kind. And him without his rifle! Then he finally figures out what's happening. A game, is it?
He peers across the street at his attacker. His flanging voice booming across to them.] You don't know who you're messing with! [And with that warning, he dives for cover and starts to snatch up snow to ball up. Once he's got a few, he peers over his cover to spot his target and he fires. Being an expert sniper had to count for something in snowball fights, surely.]
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This place seems to be full of humans and those who look human, surely there have to be others here who are not? I'm starting to feel really left out, I'll be honest.
Garrus Vakarian | Mass Effect | Dominant
[It's really saying something that he'd much prefer the imminent threat of death of the Reapers than be here right now. This city and its absurd rules that he is meant to follow are too much. And to think he'd once complained of the rules of C-Sec and the Citidel. Perhaps this is some sick punishment?
Garrus sits at the back of the bus, glowering at the display of the subservient and adoring Submissive on their knees in front of their Dominant. He wants to go up there and shake the Submissive to their senses. But he doesn't. He's already tried to stand up to these rules since the moment he got here, only to be slapped down and worse for his trouble.
He barely even notices when someone comes near him to fill the empty seat beside him until he feels the cushion shift under him. It's shocking that anyone would want to come near him with how upset he seems and the fact that he looks like a bird-like monster, with his metallic carapace and talons. So many here seem to be human. Which is curious. No other turians like himself. No quarians. No asari. No krogan.] I need to find a ship off this planet before I lose my mind.
» » » WINTER WONDERLAND
[The cold doesn't suit him without his armor. So Garrus is bundled up as best he can be although he feels quite ridiculous wearing the long blue and purple scarf around his neck that a shopkeeper had insisted made him look 'cute'. When he's hit with a snowball, he starts and looks around wildly, mandibles flaring, as though he thinks this might actually be a genuine fight of some kind. And him without his rifle! Then he finally figures out what's happening. A game, is it?
He peers across the street at his attacker. His flanging voice booming across to them.] You don't know who you're messing with! [And with that warning, he dives for cover and starts to snatch up snow to ball up. Once he's got a few, he peers over his cover to spot his target and he fires. Being an expert sniper had to count for something in snowball fights, surely.]
» » » NETWORK: TEXT | UN: ARCHANGEL
This place seems to be full of humans and those who look human, surely there have to be others here who are not? I'm starting to feel really left out, I'll be honest.