12 - Audio

Nov. 10th, 2011 11:39 pm
thearchangel: (Huh?)
Okay. Someone tell me I wasn't the only one who woke up to something shrieking outside his room this morning.

[Granted, it was just some birds fighting, but after everything that's happened, the turian is a little on edge.]

11 - Audio

Oct. 16th, 2011 10:52 pm
thearchangel: (In the middle of some calibrations.)
All right. I'll bite.

What's this 'party' supposed to be about, exactly?

[Not that he's thinking he'll go. Which may be obvious from the flat tone.]
thearchangel: (My favorite part of me.)
['Keeping to himself' was an understatement.]

[Garrus had, for all intents and purposes, dropped off the grid entirely. He was good at that. He'd done it once before -- and here, where there was nothing in the way of electronic paper trails, it was incredibly simple.]

[Just make sure you weren't seen, keep your journal shut, and there you go.]

[Ever since regaining his memories, he'd done just that. He was embarrassed, revolted. He'd failed his commander in the biggest way possible. He'd let Shepard down. Of all the things he'd done while crazed and infected, that was by far the worst. He couldn't face her. Not right now.]

[Right now, he's found his way to the thermal pools. To a turian, the heated water is probably one of the best things ever. He'd peeled off his armor, the clingy bits of fabric protection underneath, and just sank into the pools.]

[A good place to brood, and not freeze his alien balls off. Besides -- scales don't get wrinkly when they're in the water for too long.]

Written

Aug. 28th, 2011 11:13 pm
thearchangel: (GRRR ARGH RAGE)
Staff:

Turians don't like the cold. Did I ever mention that?


[Garrus has terrible handwriting. But there it is. He'll be in front of the fire, hating the world and indulging in a brief moment of sulking before picking back up again.]

8 - Action

Aug. 10th, 2011 01:07 am
thearchangel: (And not my ugly side)
[He's not worried.]

[Being worried would imply that the object of his concern couldn't take care of themselves. And nothing could be further from the truth. The other missing parties came back perfectly fine, there's no reason to assume the commander would be the sole exception.]

[But he hasn't stopped looking. Checking the place they crawled out of before -- the hole in the clothier's tower -- hunting through the keep for any place someone might be held, or something that might prove distracting. It's all futile, and somewhere along the line, he realizes he's out of the little wafers the keep's medic handed him.]

[And he... has been. For a while.]

[So he puts his plans on hold for the moment -- he'll trek his way out to the forest, and the secluded theatre later -- and makes his way to the infirmary.]

[He knocks, and waits.]



((ooc: Anyone can bump into him at any point! Before the infirmary, after, whenever!))

7 - Audio

Jul. 20th, 2011 12:22 am
thearchangel: (irritated)
So how many people are we missing?

And just how long have they been gone?

I think it's time we went looking for them. All of them.
thearchangel: (Has anyone seen my contact?)
[The recording takes place over several long minutes.]

Looks like it's clearing up out there, Shepard. Did you want to head out and take a look?

[And cue the time lapse. When no response comes after a while, Garrus tries again.]

Commander?

[Not getting any response, Garrus takes it upon himself to go stalk Shepard's room. Maybe she's in there... and sleeping. Or ignoring the journals altogether.]

5 - Audio

Jun. 22nd, 2011 02:42 pm
thearchangel: (Awkwaaaard)
... Hey, commander? Can I get you to stop by my quarters? For a second?

[Wow, Garrus, your voice is sounding decidedly... flat... today. Are you feeling all right?]

Thanks.



((ooc: replies will be from [livejournal.com profile] turian_events))

4 - Audio

Jun. 17th, 2011 04:15 pm
thearchangel: (In the middle of some calibrations.)
Anyone know where I can find a set of tools? I'll take anything at this point.

I figure maybe we can crack this generator we found in the tunnel. See if there's any part of it worth salvaging. Worst comes to worst... I put it back together, and we've got a power generator.

[But why would it be down there... There has to be something about it.]
thearchangel: (Look at your drell.  Now back to me.)
... Well. Maybe there's a couple things about this place that aren't so bad. Then again, it could just be the new experience talking.

[A pause, and some shifting sounds.]

If this is what humans eat, I'm almost regretting my DNA. It's not half bad.



[Yes, we're not discussing the trial, or the aftermath. Others have already said enough on the subject. And he's busy stalking the responses.]

[But, for the moment, the turian can be found literally tearing into some of the dinner offerings -- meat, almost exclusively. Those sharp teeth and talons had to come from some ancient predator, after all.]

[He has his journal open beside him, and is watching the reaction posts closely, deeply involved -- harass him?]

2 - Video

May. 4th, 2011 02:51 pm
thearchangel: (I just don't care)
[Afternoon, Keep! Today you're treated to an image of a turian, examining something in the stables. Unlike some people who view the variety of creatures the stables have to offer, Garrus... looks distinctly unimpressed.]

I'm not sure if I should be offended, or just slightly confused...

[In explanation, Garrus turns the camera, showing off the pair of raptors. Their general build bears a striking resemblance to Garrus' own. Right down to the sharp, pointed teeth and talons. One of them snarls at him, and the turian meets it with a glare of his own, his mandibles flaring off his teeth.]

Someone want to explain this?

1 - Video

Apr. 13th, 2011 06:26 pm
thearchangel: (Did I leave the gas on?)
[It's doubtful anyone in the Keep has seen a turian before. If not, here's your chance. The one in question is sitting on his bed... cot... thing, staring down at the journal in his hands. He looks a lot less exhausted -- since he just slept for days, but no less banged around.

Or maybe it's just how he always looks, considering one side of his face is scarred horrifically.]

I... think I was supposed to contact the local medic. Or have her contact me. I think. Everything's a little hazy still.

Sort of hoped I'd gotten cracked on the head... But I guess we don't get to be that lucky...

[Garrus scrubs a hand over his face.]

And I'm out of stims. Perfect.

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