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Post by Fiery Firefly on Sept 28, 2012 7:32:52 GMT -8
Wyn could not handle it. Her helmet hid it, but her voice made it obvious she was crying.
"Why-I- I trusted him! I trusted him with everything! I even considered showing him my face! And none of it mattered? I guess it was stupid of me to think he saw me as anymore than a slave. I am a Quarian after all..." She thought of all the Anti-Quarian slurs she had heard over the years, and let out a small sob, "How could a human ever love a Quarian..."
"And of course the Captain doesn't give a fuck! He still makes all those fucking slave market jokes to me and this whole time he was aware I almost ended up there, by the hand of someone I loved. Fuck him!"
She clenched the back of Elam's chair with an iron grip, and cried it out. She was now glad the Captain hadn't told her. She didn't want him to see her like this.
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 28, 2012 7:54:14 GMT -8
Wyn was crying, Bryci could tell. It wasn't a facial expression like that with the other races, a crinkle of the face and some tears, it was much worse. It was all physical, both in the body language and the body itself.
She sighed, and hung an arm around Wyn, gently rubbing her arms up and down, her own head resting on Wyn's, cooing gently. It was the best she could do for the girl at this moment.
"Hey, hey." Bryci said, gently and quietly, as not to disturb the girl too much, "It's okay, Wyn. Sssh."
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Sept 28, 2012 8:34:04 GMT -8
Elam didn't know what to do. The sudden outburst of emotion was fierce and heavy, and Wyn had reached well past her breaking point. She was crying - a muffled, strangled thing under her Quarian face mask - and it was killing him.
For the next few seconds, Elam's actions weren't regulated by his judgement. He simply approached Wyn and embraced her in a warm, consoling hug. He couldn't remember last hug he'd given. He couldn't remember if he'd ever given one before. But he couldn't stand seeing Wyn like this. A rapid volley of 'I'm so sorry's from the Human ex-marine was all he could say.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Sept 28, 2012 9:11:02 GMT -8
She was shocked by Elam's hug. She gladly took it though. The strong grasp reminded her of her father's comforting hugs, which made her feel even worse.
"I'm such an idiot. What am I even doing here? I'm just some kid from the Flotilla... And here I am with former slavers and who knows what. I've gone way over my head... I loved him, Elam. I really did. I never felt that way about anyone before... And he betrayed me... He betrayed us all..."
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Sept 28, 2012 9:56:03 GMT -8
"You're not. You're not an idiot, Wyn," Elam consoled the weeping Quarian, still hugging her. "He had us all fooled. He'd been going behind our backs. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 28, 2012 10:07:37 GMT -8
"Yeah, It's gonna' be fine, Wyn." Bryci said, gently patting the Quarian, "It's not your fault, and he doesn't deserve this crew."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Sept 28, 2012 10:32:53 GMT -8
Wyn broke the hug with Elam, "Thank you for telling me Elam. The truth is always the best, even if it had been better if I had never known."
Her mask was so foggy with tears, that she could barely see. She pressed a button on her omnitool that activated a device that was equivalent to a defogger in a 21st century car, and her helmet cleared.
"And also I never got to thank you for yesterday. Thanks for letting me contact my parents. It means a lot to me. All of this does. I'll repay you somehow..."
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 28, 2012 10:38:07 GMT -8
(("I'll repay you somehow."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Sept 28, 2012 10:40:39 GMT -8
((PfftHAHAHAHA! Why do I always make accidental innuendo?)
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 28, 2012 10:43:40 GMT -8
((The entire time I'm like 'yeah. they're gonna' do it in all sorts of nasty, crab-like vagina purple orifices.' and onto you!))
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Sept 28, 2012 10:54:00 GMT -8
((Gee Corte, that sure was a zinger! ))
"Yeah," Elam nodded, looking down. "I'm sorry it was like this, all of it."
At the mention of the call to her parents, Elam simply shrugged. "No problem, Wyn. Least I could do."
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 28, 2012 11:06:04 GMT -8
((Why would you say such things? We've been together eight years man, what about the kids?))
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Sept 28, 2012 11:18:29 GMT -8
"Yeah... I think I need some alcohol..." Wyn said. She slowly made her way back to he engine room, and poured herself a shot of purified Turian vodka, the strongest thing she had on her. She pressed a button on her omni-tool and a tube dropped down in her helmet which she bit down on. She poured the vodka into her "hydration compartment" and she drank it like a child with a bendy straw.
Everything was much more harder when you were a Quarian, even drinking.
She laid down on her mattress feeling a bit better. She looked around the room and was reminded of all the conversations she and Asher had had down here.
She took another shot. She hoped they'd arrive at whereever they were going soon. She was getting sick of this ship.
(Are we getting to Elysium soon? We've spent like 3 pages on the ship)
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 28, 2012 22:09:00 GMT -8
Bryci stood next to Elam, her hands on her hips as she lookd at Wyn leave the cockpit, however, she didn't take the awkward silence with her that soon followed that whole event.
She sighed, and looked to Elam, "I think she was better off having known that."
Cracking her knuckles, she looked at Elam, "Thanks for that, man. Really. You come across as an anal cunt, but deep down inside your mushy."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Sept 29, 2012 21:35:04 GMT -8
Wyn was usually far from being an angry drunk. If she drank too much, she'd usually just pass out on her mattress and wake up the next day with a hangover.
But right now, the revelation of Asher's almost betrayal, had her furious, especially toward her Captain for keeping it a secret for an entire year. And her common sense was dulled by the vodka, and combined with her anger, this had the potential to be a deadly combination.
She slunk to Val's sealed quarters and knocked on the door. No reply. She then proceeded to kick the door as hard as she could. All she got was bruises.
"Goddamnit!" she yelled as she held her injured foot. " I know the truth about Asher! Thanks for telling me you boshtet motherfucker!"
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Oct 1, 2012 3:45:26 GMT -8
Elam could only shrug as he watched Wyn go to get her hypoallergenic Quarian behind wasted. He knew that walk. He'd walked it many times. He just hoped she'd bounce back relatively quickly, at least with enough time to enjoy her vacation on Elysium.
"Yeah," he sighed somberly at Bryci's analysis. "I hope so . . ."
Raising a brow to the former N7's crudely-worded praise, Elam simply nodded. It was all he could really do with that. "Uhh . . . thanks, Bryci. You're not too bad yourself."
Elam turned to look at the cockpit's pilot console, spotting the planet with his own two eyes before the scanners identified it. "We'll be arriving shortly," he said. "Thank God."
Shortly after Wyn's drunken drop kick of the Captain's reinforced door, the blast shields just so happened to open, and with a silent woosh, Val himself emerged, a casual smile on his face. "I told you? Huh. Thought I didn't. You're welcome all the same, Miss Qwib Qwib," with a polite nod, the Turian smuggler passed around the plastered Quarian, making his way toward the conference room.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Oct 1, 2012 6:36:30 GMT -8
The only thing Wyn could do was stare after him in drunken confusion, "Don't you 'Miss Qwib Qwib' me!" She tried to imitate his voice, but her drunken high-pitched heavily accented voice did no justice, "That's not even my last name! It's the name of my birthship! Why do you do these things to me? First you tell me I can't talk to my own fucking parents, and then I find out you kept it a secret for a whole fucking year that the man I loved tried to sell me into slavery?" She then proceeded to say one of the worst things you could in Quarian society, "Fuck you, Captain."
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Oct 2, 2012 18:31:03 GMT -8
For the most part, Wyn's words were largely ignored as the Captain went about his business, tapping the rest of the crew via the ship intercom to report to the conference room as they began their descent to their destination. His face was just as ambivalent as it was when he emerged from his quarters, as if the drunken Quarian's tangent had gone through one ear and out the other. Once he was finished - this was well after Wyn's 'fuck you', and he was surprised she still stuck around after that - he turned in a swift one-eighth and looked the Quarian engineer dead in the eye. Which, by chance alone, happened to be a correct use of the phrase.
"Miss Qwib Qwib, you're heavily intoxicated right now and you're not thinking clearly, but I know enough to know that you're very much aware of what you've just said and the meaning of your words. Even if I bothered to give your drunken tangent any thought, I still would fail to care, in all likelihood. But I'll let you in on a little secret, Wyn," his gaze, as his words, pierced, never faltering. "The people we care for on the outside are the people that are going to be hurt the most. With every message sent, we sign the bounty for the lives of those we hold connections to. The people after us are not people to be trifled with. They've killed hundreds upon hundreds of civilians that have less than nothing to do with us, and I still don't know who the hell they are, if that says anything about how much we should refrain from fucking with them. It's more than a possibility that they used the message you sent to your parents as a pinpoint to track us down faster. Now, before you jump to that conclusion, no, this is not a scolding of your endangerment of yourself and the crew. It's just a friendly reminder for you to face the music.
"I would have killed Mister Woodcock right on the spot had I found out about his deception first. I would have had no qualms about emptying a thermal clip into his head and flushing him out the airlock. Whatever feelings you had for him were likely not reciprocated. He would have sold you into slavery, do you understand that? Sold you. Like a thing, like a possession. He is gone now. Gone forever. Just be glad it was Elam who handled it.
"Furthermore, before you turn this alcohol-infused vendetta against the content of my character into a self-deprecating festival of heavy sobbing and binge drinking, allow me to inform you of this: you are not bound by anything here. You signed no contract, you swore no oath, you made no promises. You, as any member of the crew, are free to leave as you so please. My only condition, in your case, would be to at least train your replacement. So before you throw your problems on me, just take a moment to realize who collected the problems in the first place."
The Captain was already gone. Halfway into the conference room, he strode to his usual seat and planted himself, staring into space with calculating eyes as he awaited his crew.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Oct 2, 2012 20:24:05 GMT -8
Wyn stumbled into the wall when her captain suddenly gave her his attention, bruising herself even more. Even drunk, every word he said, stung her. She couldn't even bare to look him in the eye.
She owed him a lot. She hated to admit it, but it was true. He provided her with a job, a place to sleep, and food. She would have never met Kryseis, Bryci or Elam without him. Even completely plastered, she realized this.
She awkwardly took a seat in the conference room. She brought her legs up to her seat, and hugged them, something she often did when she felt extremely insecure. " I... I'm sorry Captain..." she mumbled.
She hoped everyone else would get there soon, so she could get off this damned ship.
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Post by lovely corte on Oct 2, 2012 22:46:23 GMT -8
"Cheers, mate." Bryci said, as she walked away quickly down the mess of corridors and elevators until she reached the armory. It was a series of armament shelves, some empty, some full, boxes, crates and some sort of mounted forklift.
She instead turned to nestle into the small corner that was her living space. Large, empty ammo crates marked one wall, and helped when she draped the cloth as her door over her simple living space. It wasn't by any means a lack of choice or punishment or anything, she just found the quiet gentle hum of the Engine through the walls, the quiet space in-general.
Annnnd then the Captain had to go and ruin it, just as the girl had laid back into her bed.
She rolled out onto her hands and knees and then to a stand, groaning. She was never an early riser, or an early to bed-sort-of-type, which was one of her downfalls during the time she spent in Basic Training. She came out pretty buff from the Basic Training due to the fact she was one of the 'Misfits.'
She got into the conference room rather quickly, given the fact that all doors seemed to lead to it in some way or another. And when she entered, she really wished she could of just back-pedaled out and not have seen the Quarian sitting there.
Her body language was much more sad than if she was just openly sobbing on the table, begging to be killed.
Bryci brushed past the girl, gently resting a hand on the girl's shoulder before she took a seat next to her.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Oct 3, 2012 4:57:59 GMT -8
From her own quarters, Kryseis had heard every single word between the captain and Wyn but figured she could probably get the details on what caused it from someone who wasn't either Wyn or Val later. In the meantime, she should probably head back to the cockpit, if only to check on the distance remaining between their ship and Elysium...
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Post by Penny Royals on Oct 3, 2012 16:10:51 GMT -8
As the meeting became called, Liam looked up from where he was- back by his window, as usual of course. This time, instead of the usual pipe in his hand, there was a book. The book was in a human language- close to English, but not quite, really. An ancient language he hadn't read in quite some time, though still remembered vaguely. The book was one he'd found a few years ago in order to 'get back to his roots.' In that sense, his roots were words.
He set the book down by the window, grabbing his pipe- more for a prop to give a gentle biting to than to actually smoke. He stood up and left the room to head to the meeting room.
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Post by mekasoundwave on Oct 3, 2012 16:22:16 GMT -8
Waylon casually walked into the conference room, fork in one hand, bowl in the other. Whatever was in the bowl was still warm and steaming, apparently having finished cooking a few minutes before the meeting was called. It had a noticeable, but not overpowering smell of garlic and basil to it.
"Are these meetings usually this frequent," the newbie human asked before sticking his fork in an taking a bite of some penne.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Oct 3, 2012 17:21:08 GMT -8
Kryseis walked into the meeting room as well, moving to sit down on some crates as her varren sat by her side. Her skin glistened, courtesy of any water she had overlooked while drying herself after her shower.
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Oct 8, 2012 10:17:26 GMT -8
Once Elam arrived at sat down next to Wyn, Val began.
"I have personal business on Elysium. For my eyes only, so to speak. The rest of you are free to find your entertainment as you so please, the entire planet's practically a vacation resort. You're all welcome, by the way."
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Post by lovely corte on Oct 8, 2012 10:31:21 GMT -8
Bryci sighed, shaking her hair out and leaning on her forearms as she watched the Captain go on about his business as he addressed the crew of the ship.
"Cheers, kient." Bryci cheered, "I think getting shot at wasn't the best way of getting us this vacation, though."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Oct 8, 2012 10:32:41 GMT -8
After VAl's explanation,Wyn turned to Bryci, "Could you do me a giant favor? Can you get me a hotel room. I feel like shit, I'm shitfaced, and I'll just cause more trouble unless I sleep for awhile.. But you know how it is Everyone's racist as fuck and won't give a hotel room to a Quarian. They think my money is stolen... Which I guess is kind of true, but you know..."
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Post by lovely corte on Oct 8, 2012 10:44:48 GMT -8
"Uh, sure. I guess." Bryci said, looking at the girl, "I'll get you a hotel room, sure. But just... don't drink to much, 'lright? Or I'll spend all my hard-earned vacation time holding your helmet whilst you throw up."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Oct 8, 2012 10:50:45 GMT -8
"NO more drinking. I promise." she giggled, "I'm leaving all of the alcohol here. And I don't drink unless I purify it myself. I don't trust anyone else."
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Post by lovely corte on Oct 9, 2012 20:07:07 GMT -8
"Good, cuz' you're kinda' of a mean drunk, Wyn." Bryci said, smiling, both outwardly and inwardly. She was glad the girl had cheered up a bit, and in such a small amount of time, too.
She really wasn't looking forward to spending her vacation time worrying about Wyn, or attempting to look after the Quarian, whom for all she knew was probably older and more experienced in these matters than Bryci, whom grew up straight into the arms of the military.
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