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ataraxionlogs2014-06-11 05:00 pm
2leftfeet) wrote in ataraxionlogs2014-06-11 05:00 pm
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CHARACTERS: Shepard & YOU
LOCATION: Various
WARNINGS: N/A, will edit if necessary
SUMMARY: Catch all for pre-recon
NOTES: Feel free to wildcard the starter or contact me for something else if you're not feeling any of the ones I have up! Prose or action aokay.
I. DECK 023 REC ROOM
[The rec room farthest to stern on 23 has slowly been rigged into a hub for these recon missions, couches and low tables pushed around into a semblance of order and and video screen son the wall mainly re-purposed for going over and archiving data. She and a few unlucky volunteers have most categorized everything workable from the last recon, but she's clearly expecting more work in the future and has pinned down the space for the foreseeable future.
Anyone who isn't a volunteer for recon is likely to be on the receiving end of a steady, sidelong look and a pointed 'Looking for something?' There's something honed down and steely about her that mostly does a serviceable job of chasing anyone not totally determined out. For anyone part of the mission or looking to speak to Shepard in person, her kitbashed war room is the safe first bet as she can usually be found there sitting on one of the couches, one leg tucked up under herself, absently worrying her teeth against the inside of her cheek as she carefully sorts through reports and messages from various sources.
They're leaving on round two soon and there's still a lot of crap to get sorted.]
II. GYM
[Not holding the fort down in the rec-room-turned-war-room? Better check the nearest gym. Call her single minded, but there's something pleasant about the work: if not paper work, then running herself ragged (literally) as she jogs carefully timed, deliberate laps around the outside of the large room. Most of it's just practice: moving through form and technique with a certain level of aptitude brought along by years of practice, though she'll jump at the chance should a sparring partner show their face.
She'd give her right hand to be spending more time in gunnery but with limited ammunition, she's not going to burn through her reserve on target practice. This though? She can run her body pretty hard when she wants to.]
III. WASHROOM
[Freshly showered, dressed in an undershirt and jumpsuit with the arms of the latter tied around her waist, she's standing in front of one of the many sinks in the communal washroom and patiently wringing her hair out over the sink. It must be off hours; there's no one else in the bathroom and it's... quiet. Bone deep. Residual warmth from the steam of the shower trapped by the seal of the door clings to the faucets and the edge of the mirrors, her skin. Her hair's gotten long, she thinks somewhat suddenly an frowns at the dark, uneven ends in her fist. She needs a haircut. Thinks maybe she should just hack it all off.
And for a moment, Shepard straightens - lets the towel in her other hand sag around her shoulders - to regard herself in the mirror. She thinks she looks strange with her hair down as it is. Carefully drawing it up, N7 dogtags clinking around her neck, she squints at her reflection and tries to imagine what it'd look like cut short.
The moment the hatch yawns open to admit another passenger, she makes to snap her hands down.]
LOCATION: Various
WARNINGS: N/A, will edit if necessary
SUMMARY: Catch all for pre-recon
NOTES: Feel free to wildcard the starter or contact me for something else if you're not feeling any of the ones I have up! Prose or action aokay.
I. DECK 023 REC ROOM
[The rec room farthest to stern on 23 has slowly been rigged into a hub for these recon missions, couches and low tables pushed around into a semblance of order and and video screen son the wall mainly re-purposed for going over and archiving data. She and a few unlucky volunteers have most categorized everything workable from the last recon, but she's clearly expecting more work in the future and has pinned down the space for the foreseeable future.
Anyone who isn't a volunteer for recon is likely to be on the receiving end of a steady, sidelong look and a pointed 'Looking for something?' There's something honed down and steely about her that mostly does a serviceable job of chasing anyone not totally determined out. For anyone part of the mission or looking to speak to Shepard in person, her kitbashed war room is the safe first bet as she can usually be found there sitting on one of the couches, one leg tucked up under herself, absently worrying her teeth against the inside of her cheek as she carefully sorts through reports and messages from various sources.
They're leaving on round two soon and there's still a lot of crap to get sorted.]
II. GYM
[Not holding the fort down in the rec-room-turned-war-room? Better check the nearest gym. Call her single minded, but there's something pleasant about the work: if not paper work, then running herself ragged (literally) as she jogs carefully timed, deliberate laps around the outside of the large room. Most of it's just practice: moving through form and technique with a certain level of aptitude brought along by years of practice, though she'll jump at the chance should a sparring partner show their face.
She'd give her right hand to be spending more time in gunnery but with limited ammunition, she's not going to burn through her reserve on target practice. This though? She can run her body pretty hard when she wants to.]
III. WASHROOM
[Freshly showered, dressed in an undershirt and jumpsuit with the arms of the latter tied around her waist, she's standing in front of one of the many sinks in the communal washroom and patiently wringing her hair out over the sink. It must be off hours; there's no one else in the bathroom and it's... quiet. Bone deep. Residual warmth from the steam of the shower trapped by the seal of the door clings to the faucets and the edge of the mirrors, her skin. Her hair's gotten long, she thinks somewhat suddenly an frowns at the dark, uneven ends in her fist. She needs a haircut. Thinks maybe she should just hack it all off.
And for a moment, Shepard straightens - lets the towel in her other hand sag around her shoulders - to regard herself in the mirror. She thinks she looks strange with her hair down as it is. Carefully drawing it up, N7 dogtags clinking around her neck, she squints at her reflection and tries to imagine what it'd look like cut short.
The moment the hatch yawns open to admit another passenger, she makes to snap her hands down.]
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[Edgeworth, generally, isn't much of a likable sort. He's stiff and humorless and prickly and prideful; he has a quick temper and simultaneously gets offended very easily and is astonishingly offensive to others. He even looks unpleasant - pinched and haughty and unkind. All of this he knows very well.
But he doesn't lie, and he doesn't manipulate. And he tries to make sure others know this about him. And he hopes right now, fervently, from his very depths, that Shepard knows this about him - he hopes desperately that she doesn't think he's trying to mislead her. Because - ]
We...don't see eye to eye, I know. But that doesn't mean that I want to see you hurt. And I want even less to see the people who have chosen to follow you hurt. Just -
[He takes a breath and tries to steady himself.]
If I cannot convince you to cut ties with him, at least take precautions. Please don't ever...trust him to make the right choice over the expedient one.
And do not put him in a position where he might want to take revenge upon someone. His revenge is...brutal.
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[A beat. There's something distinctly cool about her tone, though there's no lack of authenticity there:]
I appreciate the concern.
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[He looks down at his feet. He wants desperately to feel a flash of fury and hatred towards Shepard. He wants to be angry that she's willing to cooperate with a torturer for the sake of expediency. He wants to throw in her face that she'll get what she deserves when he turns on them; she'll see just deserts when Snape cuts her throat to get ahead. Or out of sheer malice. He wants to tell her that that is what happens when one tolerates moral failings just so one can take the easier path.
He doesn't. Mostly he just feels wretched. Because this is his failing. This is his fault. If he were better, smarter, more eloquent, he could convince her and save her and her people this suffering. But he's just not good enough.]
All right.
[He looks, in that moment, completely miserable. He looks guilty and miserable; all of his feelings are written clearly on his face.]
Good day, then, Shepard.
[And, with a nod, he turns back to his equipment.]