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thecapitol2013-05-11 01:31 pm
earthborn) wrote in thecapitol2013-05-11 01:31 pm
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[Open] Not The Absence, But The Ability To Cope
Who| Shepard and Anyone Else who might come across her
What| Shep wanders around the capitol a bit, getting her bearings
Where| Random street locations (choose your own)
When| The day of her arrival
Warnings/Notes| Possibly language
This was, surprisingly, the absolutely strangest thing that had ever happened to Shepard. Blood sport, she'd had that, in both its clean, relatively safe, publicly sanctioned form and otherwise. Opulence like this could be found on any one of a dozen Asari worlds, and plenty of places on the Presidium as well. Even kidnapping, so far as this experience went, was...not entirely outside of her experiences. But all at once?
All it needed was a clone imposter, and it would officially make her day.
Damn, but if it wasn't surreal, and she had to stop and stare, looking up at the glittering high-rises and all the careless, meandering people. It was as if war had never come here. No Reapers, no hardship. Not six hours ago, to her mind, they'd hit Earth running and had been fighting uphill against Reaper abominations ever since, and then—
And then suddenly; this.
The skies were blue. There was the smell of lilacs in the air. Nobody was screaming. It made no sense, despite the explanation, and there was no way to recover from the whiplash of moving in one day from the grim end of the world, to the Capitol of civilization and indulgence. Even if it came with that familiar undercurrent of wrongness. Shit.
"Shit," she muttered, looking across an open expense of grass that divided a skyscraper from a cheerful little restaurant, watching a pair of clearly-involved teenages walking hand in hand. They were almost alien, the way they dressed, the ease with which they moved, living without fear. But it was peaceful. Happy.
It was the strangest thing that had ever happened to her.
What| Shep wanders around the capitol a bit, getting her bearings
Where| Random street locations (choose your own)
When| The day of her arrival
Warnings/Notes| Possibly language
This was, surprisingly, the absolutely strangest thing that had ever happened to Shepard. Blood sport, she'd had that, in both its clean, relatively safe, publicly sanctioned form and otherwise. Opulence like this could be found on any one of a dozen Asari worlds, and plenty of places on the Presidium as well. Even kidnapping, so far as this experience went, was...not entirely outside of her experiences. But all at once?
All it needed was a clone imposter, and it would officially make her day.
Damn, but if it wasn't surreal, and she had to stop and stare, looking up at the glittering high-rises and all the careless, meandering people. It was as if war had never come here. No Reapers, no hardship. Not six hours ago, to her mind, they'd hit Earth running and had been fighting uphill against Reaper abominations ever since, and then—
And then suddenly; this.
The skies were blue. There was the smell of lilacs in the air. Nobody was screaming. It made no sense, despite the explanation, and there was no way to recover from the whiplash of moving in one day from the grim end of the world, to the Capitol of civilization and indulgence. Even if it came with that familiar undercurrent of wrongness. Shit.
"Shit," she muttered, looking across an open expense of grass that divided a skyscraper from a cheerful little restaurant, watching a pair of clearly-involved teenages walking hand in hand. They were almost alien, the way they dressed, the ease with which they moved, living without fear. But it was peaceful. Happy.
It was the strangest thing that had ever happened to her.
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"I do no be having a name," she sighed, "But if silence do be a language you do be struggling with then they," she waved her spare hand around at the city, leaving no question as to who they were, "Do be calling me Pruna."
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Most kids didn't agree so casually that they were engaged in deathmatches with their peers. Or hell, maybe they did, here.
"I'm Shepard."
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She paused and nodded, that seeming like a relatively straightforward version of events.
I feel bad that this is so short but oh well
No worries <3 It's good!
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Pruna's easy stance and open face didn't seem broken. Not yet, at least.
"So we should be ready, then," Shepard looked away, at the skyscrapers, and remembered the ruins of London, the Reapers, "Well. It could be worse."
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"There do be being a training room at the big building, it do be having every weapon you can even be thinking of." She told her, "And it do be being important to be making people like you because then they do be giving you food when you do be in there, or weapons."
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She said that, but she was already turning the idea over in her mind. Maybe, maybe... But then, she'd sell just about any waste of time for a nominal advantage, when the stakes her high enough. Refreshing that it was only her own life on the line, now. There was something freeing about that.
"Thanks for the advice, kid."
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"You do be being welcome Shepard." She licked the ice cream again with a grin.
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Yeah, alright. She likes this kid.
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She enjoyed language lessons.