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.]

13 - Audio

Dec. 12th, 2011 11:05 pm
thearchangel: (I just don't care)
Maybe you didn't get the memo last time, Keep.

Turians don't like the cold. So this... surprise? Not really appreciated.

[Someone got snowed on while he was out scouting around. And he sounds really happy about it all.]

How long until this clears up, do we think?
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.]

August 2012

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