That's a relief. Here I was thinking I'd just insulted all of humanity by only being mildly impressed. Do you know a better place on El Nysa for drinks?
[ after all, he really does need to make more friends. go out a little. back home, he never really had any downtime. here?
he barely knows what to do with himself.
at her comment, he can't help but laugh a little, mandibles flicking back and forth. ]
Don't worry. I've been told more than once that my reach is fantastic.
[ and his flexibility isn't all that bad either. finally, he pulls her back up, looking pretty impressed with himself. ]
Not your reach I'm worried about. [ dutch quips back, not sounding or seeming very worried at all. probably because she isn't. even if he did drop her, and she doubts he would, she knows how to land in a way that doesn't hurt.
once she's upright again, she hums in thought. ]
There's a bar in Wyver I like. Stopped a bar fight, started two, now I get discounts. They have good whiskey.
[ but ah - ] The best drink's still hokk, though, and you won't find any of that on this planet. Or if you do, tell me. I've been looking.
[ he really can't help but laugh at that. if he were a human, there might be a cheeky grin on his face. but since he's a turian, there's still a slight glint of something in his eyes, and his mandibles are flared out just a little. ]
You'll have to take me there sometime. I never managed to get any discounts at any bars back home. Most of them didn't take too kindly to C-Sec Officers or vigilantes.
[ really. those two careers weren't made for it. ]
I haven't seen it, unfortunately. Have you thought of asking the Orbiters? I've heard they can almost get you anything...
[ but, if you don't trust them, that adds a layer of complication to it, doesn't it? he takes a moment to twirl her around again, genuinely impressed. ]
[ the expression translates well enough, or at least dutch assumes that it does. of course, she can't be sure that she's interpreting that glint in his eyes correctly, but she doesn't think she's wrong. ]
C-Sec? [ she asks, deliberately ignoring his suggestion to contact the orbiters about it. there's wine and whiskey on this planet. beer, too. that's good enough, even if she misses hokk. (what she misses is the royale, pree behind the counter, johnny and d'avin half a step behind her on either side and alvis somewhere in a corner, plotting a revolution. she misses those days. ]
[ sometimes, it was easy to forget that he was the only person from his universe that seemed to be awake. not always, but sometimes. it wasn't exactly the best feeling in the world, but hey. what can you do? ]
Citadel Security. Basically, we were the police force for the whole Citadel- our capital, essentially. [ a pause. ] Unfortunately, I was never really the best fit there.
[ not because he took bribes or anything, far from it. no, he just never really saw the merit in paperwork or procedure or any of those other fun things. ]
[ it sounds a little like a cross between company man and killjoy - but dutch's figured out that the politics and law enforcement structures of her part of the universe don't really seem to translate to many other places.
whatever earth is like, it definitely doesn't have killjoys, for example. ]
I got into it to help people... and because my dad was also one of their top officers.
[ even though they didn't always see eye-to-eye, his father had always supported him. it just took him years to really recognize that for himself. the problems with being a twenty-something hold true across almost every species. ]
But it turned out, I wasn't exactly all that big on protocol or paperwork. I tried, but it just wasn't for me.
[ dutch says it with some authority, like she knows what she's talking about. which, incidentally, she does: rac agents have to file reports, too, and she's always hated that shit. ]
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[ after all, he really does need to make more friends. go out a little. back home, he never really had any downtime. here?
he barely knows what to do with himself.
at her comment, he can't help but laugh a little, mandibles flicking back and forth. ]
Don't worry. I've been told more than once that my reach is fantastic.
[ and his flexibility isn't all that bad either. finally, he pulls her back up, looking pretty impressed with himself. ]
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once she's upright again, she hums in thought. ]
There's a bar in Wyver I like. Stopped a bar fight, started two, now I get discounts. They have good whiskey.
[ but ah - ] The best drink's still hokk, though, and you won't find any of that on this planet. Or if you do, tell me. I've been looking.
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You'll have to take me there sometime. I never managed to get any discounts at any bars back home. Most of them didn't take too kindly to C-Sec Officers or vigilantes.
[ really. those two careers weren't made for it. ]
I haven't seen it, unfortunately. Have you thought of asking the Orbiters? I've heard they can almost get you anything...
[ but, if you don't trust them, that adds a layer of complication to it, doesn't it? he takes a moment to twirl her around again, genuinely impressed. ]
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[ the expression translates well enough, or at least dutch assumes that it does. of course, she can't be sure that she's interpreting that glint in his eyes correctly, but she doesn't think she's wrong. ]
C-Sec? [ she asks, deliberately ignoring his suggestion to contact the orbiters about it. there's wine and whiskey on this planet. beer, too. that's good enough, even if she misses hokk. (what she misses is the royale, pree behind the counter, johnny and d'avin half a step behind her on either side and alvis somewhere in a corner, plotting a revolution. she misses those days. ]
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[ sometimes, it was easy to forget that he was the only person from his universe that seemed to be awake. not always, but sometimes. it wasn't exactly the best feeling in the world, but hey. what can you do? ]
Citadel Security. Basically, we were the police force for the whole Citadel- our capital, essentially. [ a pause. ] Unfortunately, I was never really the best fit there.
[ not because he took bribes or anything, far from it. no, he just never really saw the merit in paperwork or procedure or any of those other fun things. ]
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[ it sounds a little like a cross between company man and killjoy - but dutch's figured out that the politics and law enforcement structures of her part of the universe don't really seem to translate to many other places.
whatever earth is like, it definitely doesn't have killjoys, for example. ]
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[ even though they didn't always see eye-to-eye, his father had always supported him. it just took him years to really recognize that for himself. the problems with being a twenty-something hold true across almost every species. ]
But it turned out, I wasn't exactly all that big on protocol or paperwork. I tried, but it just wasn't for me.
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[ dutch says it with some authority, like she knows what she's talking about. which, incidentally, she does: rac agents have to file reports, too, and she's always hated that shit. ]
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[ despite what his dad says, paperwork can really just... to use a human term, "go to hell". ]
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[ one thing dutch definitely does not lack is confidence, though the words aren't without humour, a quick grin lighting up her face. ]
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[ he, of course, means seeing how well she fights. ]
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[ fancy a spar? ]
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I'd be happy to.
[ after all, he was the top hand-to-hand fighter in his training unit. ]
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[ he looks like he could be a challenge and dutch likes those. ]