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unfavouredFROM: kaplan.william@cdc.org
No.
Look, it's not working right.
It was during the tentacle horrorshow and then it's not working again.
Something's wrong.
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
Your full powers were necessary then, to defend the crew. They aren't now.
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
What do you have?
[ He knows firsthand what Billy has the potential for, and a monster of that size wouldn't even have touched the Demiurge. Luckily for everyone here, the Demiurge isn't making an appearance yet. ]
Your full powers were necessary then, to defend the crew. They aren't now.
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
What do you have?
[ He knows firsthand what Billy has the potential for, and a monster of that size wouldn't even have touched the Demiurge. Luckily for everyone here, the Demiurge isn't making an appearance yet. ]
FROM: kaplan.william@cdc.org
I get winded trying to force-lift anything bigger than me. Can't change anything bigger than me. I can't make anything taller than five-eight.
I think I'm size-capped.
I get winded trying to force-lift anything bigger than me. Can't change anything bigger than me. I can't make anything taller than five-eight.
I think I'm size-capped.
FROM: kaplan.william@cdc.org
I thought about that too, okay.
[ It's just he'd hoped he'd get a say in this. ]
FROM: kaplan.william@cdc.org
Ellie had to knock me out.
I thought about that too, okay.
[ It's just he'd hoped he'd get a say in this. ]
FROM: kaplan.william@cdc.org
Ellie had to knock me out.
FROM: serket.vriska@cdc.org
I get this feeling like you're going to tell me you're not the person I should 8e asking a8out this, 8ut whatever, this is what you get for 8eing friends with me.
FROM: serket.vriska@cdc.org
I think I might 8r8k up with Kyoya. I dunno. I'm not sure what to do.
I get this feeling like you're going to tell me you're not the person I should 8e asking a8out this, 8ut whatever, this is what you get for 8eing friends with me.
FROM: serket.vriska@cdc.org
I think I might 8r8k up with Kyoya. I dunno. I'm not sure what to do.
Edited 2015-03-27 03:29 (UTC)
[on the opening, in he tucked himself: a learner by doing, a creature of scant book smarts, it was a wonder what touch managed to communicate. something far stronger than words, to be sure: safety, ease, friendliness.]
[the small body against Noh-Varr's side tensed taut as a strung bowstring the second Hibari passed the other's lips.]
[two steps forward, five back.]
[after a terse, silent second -]
Why were you in competition with Garrus, anyway?
[voice a touch flatter, but it's with obvious effort to continue forward.]
[the small body against Noh-Varr's side tensed taut as a strung bowstring the second Hibari passed the other's lips.]
[two steps forward, five back.]
[after a terse, silent second -]
Why were you in competition with Garrus, anyway?
[voice a touch flatter, but it's with obvious effort to continue forward.]
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
I'll be over in a few minutes.
[ He does show up ten minutes later, carrying his toolkit, a datapad, and measuring tape. He takes care not to bother any of the staff while he moves to stand by Marco's bed, on the side of his good arm. His expression is sympathetic. ]
It's too bad we don't have access to genetic repair. How do you feel?
I'll be over in a few minutes.
[ He does show up ten minutes later, carrying his toolkit, a datapad, and measuring tape. He takes care not to bother any of the staff while he moves to stand by Marco's bed, on the side of his good arm. His expression is sympathetic. ]
It's too bad we don't have access to genetic repair. How do you feel?
[ It's hard not to notice the trigger word, when it creates such a sharp, remarkable reaction in Hinata. Noh-Varr's eyes slide sideways towards the other recruit, but his head doesn't fully follow the movement, perhaps to preserve the desire for normalcy. Noh-Varr is willing to act like nothing happened. ]
Probably because Garrus and I were friends, and both of us were her friends--maybe two of the only aliens she knew on the ship. [ He shrugs gently, unassuming. ] I do like him. He's loyal, dedicated, competent. Noble, you could say.
[ His voice takes on a wistful quality as he speaks, though he doesn't bother expanding on the sentiment. It's now that his face slides to Hinata. ]
Did you know he'd never had pancakes before coming here? Horrible oversight. I had to order some Turian-appropriate flour mix from the shopping channel just to get him to try.
Probably because Garrus and I were friends, and both of us were her friends--maybe two of the only aliens she knew on the ship. [ He shrugs gently, unassuming. ] I do like him. He's loyal, dedicated, competent. Noble, you could say.
[ His voice takes on a wistful quality as he speaks, though he doesn't bother expanding on the sentiment. It's now that his face slides to Hinata. ]
Did you know he'd never had pancakes before coming here? Horrible oversight. I had to order some Turian-appropriate flour mix from the shopping channel just to get him to try.
[small (big) blessings. easing his way back into the normalcy, head and eyes cast low, mind focused on the expansion and contraction of his lungs with every breath. split his thoughts when Noh-Varr continued, though he realized he'd missed something when the first words he caught was aliens she knew on the ship.]
[a blink.]
[Garrus and Noh-Varr were close friends, huh. the thought comes quick and passes even faster into something warmer. the people left behind, huh. the pancake story startles a huff of a laugh out of him, amusement bubbling up despite himself.]
How'd they taste? [-- he means,] You shared them, right? You must've tried a bite.
[a blink.]
[Garrus and Noh-Varr were close friends, huh. the thought comes quick and passes even faster into something warmer. the people left behind, huh. the pancake story startles a huff of a laugh out of him, amusement bubbling up despite himself.]
How'd they taste? [-- he means,] You shared them, right? You must've tried a bite.
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