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!))
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?]

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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