thearchangel: (And I can't save what's left of you)
[Garrus has been conscious nearing 24 hours now. And on his feet, for most of them.]

[This is not exactly unusual for someone coming from his circumstances, but, the reason is -- if not abnormal then, entirely unwelcome. And far too familiar.]

[For the second time in his life, he's woken up to find his commander, the woman he not only owes his life to, but that he idolizes, that he loves... is gone.]

[Needless to say, the entire keep has been scoured from top to bottom. The lakeshore. The forest trails they'd taken together, looking for deer. Everything he could access, he did. But her armor was gone. Her weapons. There'd been no note, nothing saying she'd gone out on an expedition as she had before. She wouldn't be that careless, given what happened the first time.]

[So it's entirely likely that unlucky members of the Keep's populace would run into the turian as he searches.]

[In the end, it turns up nothing.]

[And Garrus finds himself at the bar in the tower -- the place everything started, ironically enough.]

[The writing is short, curt, and hastily scrawled in the journal before he shoves it aside.]




Commander Shepard is MIA.

Send word if seen.


[After a thought, he scratches out the last part. False hope never helped anything.]

16 - Audio

Mar. 11th, 2012 03:08 am
thearchangel: (I have nothing left)
I probably should start doing this more regularly, but... you start to wonder sometimes. What's the point of keeping your weapons in shape if they don't even work like they should?

I've tried every trick in the damn book, and I can't get this thing to fire lethal rounds.

[A pause, a quiet, frustrated noise, and talons on metal.]

Considering it's a rifle, and I never loaded it with practice rounds? That's not good. I know this gun.

[He falls silent again. It's not just the rifle that's gotten his metaphorical boxers in a knot, even if he won't say so.]

[Tali has been silent for way too long.]


... this shouldn't be happening.
thearchangel: (Ceiling Reaper?)
... Has anyone noticed things seem a little more... crowded around here than usual?

Or maybe it's just me.   But this can't be anything good.

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.]

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!))

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