Commander Shepard (
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outer_divide2012-07-04 07:47 pm
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Entry tags:
- character: kaidan alenko,
- character: randolph lyall,
- dopped: wing (idw),
- dropped: alucard (au),
- dropped: charles xavier,
- dropped: commander shepard (crau),
- dropped: eliot spencer (au),
- dropped: ian archer,
- dropped: jocelyn xavier (au),
- dropped: judy yang,
- dropped: liara t'soni,
- dropped: tony stark,
- dropped:the doctor (five)
009 ⌥ TEXT [filtered against erik, sorry bro]
1. If you join him, you're a fool. A public call to arms is what the enemy's been waiting for. They'll kill you where you stand. No hesitation, no remorse.
[Yes, Shepard has a plan. No, she isn't letting on that she has one here. If Erik wants to be a big flaming distraction, more power to him, but she isn't letting him take anyone else down with him.]
2. My offer for weaponry's still open. No compensation necessary, I got what I needed. If you can't shoot, I'll teach you. He was right on one thing: Defense is crucial.
3. Eliot, a word? Later tonight, unless you want in goring range of a ten-ton reptile. Let me know where to find you.
4. Kaidan--I'm on my way.
[She thinks. She and the triceratops are doing a bit of sizing up as she types this, so it's all up in the air how well this'll end up working.
MEANWHILE, anyone on the main road will see a single triceratops making haste more-or-less toward the pen Kaidan mentioned. It has two or three ropes tied near the ends of each of the two primary horns, the other ends of which are in her hands as she straddles its shoulders, just barely too far back for any potential injuries from the dinosaur's crest. The aforementioned hands are glowing a faint blue--she's strong, but not quite strong enough to steer a triceratops. Not without her biotics, anyway.]
[Yes, Shepard has a plan. No, she isn't letting on that she has one here. If Erik wants to be a big flaming distraction, more power to him, but she isn't letting him take anyone else down with him.]
2. My offer for weaponry's still open. No compensation necessary, I got what I needed. If you can't shoot, I'll teach you. He was right on one thing: Defense is crucial.
3. Eliot, a word? Later tonight, unless you want in goring range of a ten-ton reptile. Let me know where to find you.
4. Kaidan--I'm on my way.
[She thinks. She and the triceratops are doing a bit of sizing up as she types this, so it's all up in the air how well this'll end up working.
MEANWHILE, anyone on the main road will see a single triceratops making haste more-or-less toward the pen Kaidan mentioned. It has two or three ropes tied near the ends of each of the two primary horns, the other ends of which are in her hands as she straddles its shoulders, just barely too far back for any potential injuries from the dinosaur's crest. The aforementioned hands are glowing a faint blue--she's strong, but not quite strong enough to steer a triceratops. Not without her biotics, anyway.]
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[Text; Private; assuming she got this before she hopped on the bronco]
[She probably mentioned having attempted a meeting to Liara before, but just to be safe, she isn't giving the OA any details to latch onto.]
If you need it, you can borrow mine. I'm staying pretty local while the expedition's gone.
[Someone has to, so it might as well be Shepard.]
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[The curiousity is almost palpable, even over such an unemotive medium as text.]
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There might be something in the bunker. Unfortunately, we're not headed that way 'til after the expedition.
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[And that must have physically pained her to type.]
Let me know if you require any help with the dinosaur.
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And roger that.
[She's got Kaidan for that, but she'll keep Liara's offer in mind.]
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[Because it'll be an interesting conversation, at the very least.]