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unfavoured[ It will definitely not taste like his mother used to make, because his mother hadn't cooked once in her life. She was a warrior, like him. She had little in the way of nurturing skills, because Kree aren't typically called to be nurturers.
He's never had chicken and leek soup before, essentially. He looks from the tin to Havoc, a bit bewildered, framed in the rover doorway with the low hazy light streaming in behind him. Blood and dirt are smeared on his face, the side of his body. He looks wrung-out. ]
Thank you.
[ He's going to need a shower, first. ] Can you keep it warm?
He's never had chicken and leek soup before, essentially. He looks from the tin to Havoc, a bit bewildered, framed in the rover doorway with the low hazy light streaming in behind him. Blood and dirt are smeared on his face, the side of his body. He looks wrung-out. ]
Thank you.
[ He's going to need a shower, first. ] Can you keep it warm?
[He's a sight.
She doesn't panic, because even with the emotional weight of caring whether he was injured or not, she's seen far worse. And despite her initial few seconds of silent observation, breath still in her lungs, eyes widened only just slightly- he's standing. Talking.
So Havoc only nods, resumes breathing, drops her gaze, curls her fingers around the tin. She can reheat it- that's the good thing about soup, after all. What made it so popular as a food for the ill and weak.]
I can. You go ahead.
[She could guess what steps came before eating in this scenario. She had others things she could do in the time being- but nothing, she found, that she would rather do, besides wait.
Worry, however fruitless an endeavor.]
She doesn't panic, because even with the emotional weight of caring whether he was injured or not, she's seen far worse. And despite her initial few seconds of silent observation, breath still in her lungs, eyes widened only just slightly- he's standing. Talking.
So Havoc only nods, resumes breathing, drops her gaze, curls her fingers around the tin. She can reheat it- that's the good thing about soup, after all. What made it so popular as a food for the ill and weak.]
I can. You go ahead.
[She could guess what steps came before eating in this scenario. She had others things she could do in the time being- but nothing, she found, that she would rather do, besides wait.
Worry, however fruitless an endeavor.]
FROM: kaburagi.kotetsu@cdc.org
i gotta improvise with the stuff we found here on macha but i still have rice. i guess it depends on how hungry you are
[ He reaches up, wipes the corner of his mouth, his hand coming away with a red stripe that makes him frown. His lungs have long since ceased bubbling, but his sinuses haven't entirely stopped leaking blood. It's annoying.
He steps past her and into the bathroom. Setting the shower to the hottest it can go, he lets the scalding water roll down his back and wash away the evidence of the day. The drain runs red from blood and black from dirt. His skin is an angry pink where he passes over it with the washcloth. In his mind he runs over the mission again, over and over, as if inspecting it for faults. Frustrated when he finds none, he steps out, drying himself as he goes.
Emerging back into the body of the rover, he pauses to consider her for a moment. He wonders if she feels strongly enough to be affected. Can she even parse it? Enough to want to feed him, obviously. ]
This is the soup you told me about? Chicken and leek, for illness.
He steps past her and into the bathroom. Setting the shower to the hottest it can go, he lets the scalding water roll down his back and wash away the evidence of the day. The drain runs red from blood and black from dirt. His skin is an angry pink where he passes over it with the washcloth. In his mind he runs over the mission again, over and over, as if inspecting it for faults. Frustrated when he finds none, he steps out, drying himself as he goes.
Emerging back into the body of the rover, he pauses to consider her for a moment. He wonders if she feels strongly enough to be affected. Can she even parse it? Enough to want to feed him, obviously. ]
This is the soup you told me about? Chicken and leek, for illness.
[ They gave the CDC that power. To hurt them, by signing up, and to hurt those they cared about, by caring in the first place. Noh-Varr wishes it were as easy as trusting his fellow recruits not to do anything to set the CDC off in the first place, but it isn't so simple. Mistakes happen, and the CDC is an opaque structure. Their employers have, by and large, been downright merciful.
He looks Garrus square in the eye, his expression distant, considering. ]
You're wrong. There is teaching. They're reminding us what's hanging over our heads.
[ The effect of this has been like a bomb going off at the heart of the crew. In that way, it has been deeply effective as a motivator. ]
We're on the end of their tether, Garrus. We have to live with that.
[ He's too tired for real anger, but he summons up enough of it to draw himself up a bit. ]
This will happen again. [ And it may be for even less of a reason. ] We need to be ready.
He looks Garrus square in the eye, his expression distant, considering. ]
You're wrong. There is teaching. They're reminding us what's hanging over our heads.
[ The effect of this has been like a bomb going off at the heart of the crew. In that way, it has been deeply effective as a motivator. ]
We're on the end of their tether, Garrus. We have to live with that.
[ He's too tired for real anger, but he summons up enough of it to draw himself up a bit. ]
This will happen again. [ And it may be for even less of a reason. ] We need to be ready.
FROM: kaburagi.kotetsu@cdc.org
i dont wanna make you wait too long. who knows when i'll have the right ingredients again, yeah?
FROM: kaburagi.kotetsu@cdc.org
you dont mind tunacha?
[Waiting is never something that had bothered her- Contractor, Regressor, or... Whatever she was now. As a Contractor she'd lacked the impatience and sense of offense that led to such frustrations, and as a Regressor every moment seemed so full of stimulus that even if she was merely sitting, she never feel anything remotely close to bored. As it was now, she sat somewhere between the two, in a slightly disconnected slump, as if she physically (but only physically) shut down somewhat without others around, something that didn't turn in to movement until she heard the sounds of the shower ending and took herself to the stove, to reheating what little temperature had been lost.
It was better hot. But her mind is also on the mission as she stirs, repetitive as her thoughts. She'd done the best she could with her... Emotional situation, it could be said. No one she was charged with protecting got injured. The objectives she'd been set had been achieved. But it was unclear to her still what caused the end results, and the guilt in her ached for punishment of her own. Not out of masochism, but something else.
His voice is a welcome relief. The guilt is still heavy in her gaze (has been ever since that night), even through the wane smile she manages. The attempt at comfort that seemed to come with soup, with care. Something she'd felt once and wanted to feel again in order to give it away.]
Right. It's... More shille than chicken but. I did what I could.
[She's always been a long-range fighter, always been too powerful in her own world to come close to death... Save the time death actually came for her. She doesn't remember what her appetite had been like. It's with a slightly awkward pause that she follows up with.]
Hungry?
It was better hot. But her mind is also on the mission as she stirs, repetitive as her thoughts. She'd done the best she could with her... Emotional situation, it could be said. No one she was charged with protecting got injured. The objectives she'd been set had been achieved. But it was unclear to her still what caused the end results, and the guilt in her ached for punishment of her own. Not out of masochism, but something else.
His voice is a welcome relief. The guilt is still heavy in her gaze (has been ever since that night), even through the wane smile she manages. The attempt at comfort that seemed to come with soup, with care. Something she'd felt once and wanted to feel again in order to give it away.]
Right. It's... More shille than chicken but. I did what I could.
[She's always been a long-range fighter, always been too powerful in her own world to come close to death... Save the time death actually came for her. She doesn't remember what her appetite had been like. It's with a slightly awkward pause that she follows up with.]
Hungry?
FROM: rogers.s@cdc.org
Both. I saw it, but I don't understand. How could this happen?
Both. I saw it, but I don't understand. How could this happen?
[He's silent, staring at Noh-Varr for several moments. The Kree sounds at peace with this, almost. Tilting his head, Garrus studies Noh-Varr's face. He doesn't want to rush to conclusions. He's been doing that a lot recently, and right now he has even less to go on than usual.]
How? How do you get ready for something that comes out of nowhere?
[Confusion is there now, anger fading into wariness.]
How do you adapt when you don't know when this might happen again? Or why?
[Maybe it's something Noh-Varr's dealt with before. Or maybe Noh-Varr's wrapped up enough in his affection for Warriorhead that he doesn't need a cause. It doesn't fit with what Garrus knows or feels, though. The certainty that Garrus is wrong has to be coming from somewhere, but Garrus has no idea where.]
How? How do you get ready for something that comes out of nowhere?
[Confusion is there now, anger fading into wariness.]
How do you adapt when you don't know when this might happen again? Or why?
[Maybe it's something Noh-Varr's dealt with before. Or maybe Noh-Varr's wrapped up enough in his affection for Warriorhead that he doesn't need a cause. It doesn't fit with what Garrus knows or feels, though. The certainty that Garrus is wrong has to be coming from somewhere, but Garrus has no idea where.]
Late 119 because noh varr still hasn't shown up?
nomoneystillproblems
2015-05-08 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
you better have a super healing factor because you're a magical alien
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
or you better come to medical
you better have a super healing factor because you're a magical alien
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
or you better come to medical
FROM: farrow.ryan@cdc.org
Hey.
FROM: farrow.ryan@cdc.org
Sorry to bug you again so soon, but do you have a minute?
Hey.
FROM: farrow.ryan@cdc.org
Sorry to bug you again so soon, but do you have a minute?
FROM: farrow.ryan@cdc.org
It didn't work out.
[And while it makes him feel weak to call on Noh-Varr again now, when he'd just needed him the day before... he also just doesn't want to be alone right now.]
It didn't work out.
[And while it makes him feel weak to call on Noh-Varr again now, when he'd just needed him the day before... he also just doesn't want to be alone right now.]
Did we?
[honest question.] About what, exactly? Everyone who is currently alive in Macha understands that a level of dedication has to be given on their part, otherwise they die.
There's been two or three attacks on us so far.
[honest question.] About what, exactly? Everyone who is currently alive in Macha understands that a level of dedication has to be given on their part, otherwise they die.
There's been two or three attacks on us so far.
FROM: kaburagi.kotetsu@cdc.org
then let me know whenever you wanna eat. i'll make it happen.
[ he'll probably be upset... but that's okay, it's for a good cause. ]
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