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[OPEN] I speak STAB. And you?

Characters: Eleanor Lamb and YOU!
Setting: Anywhere you feel like. BACKDATED TO THE 20TH.
Format: Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Generally, if people mistake Eleanor for a monster roaming the halls, the misunderstanding can be cleared up with just a few words. But now that she only speaks English and not all the Tower does, that might be a problem. Add to it that she's already having a sour day and things are bound to get testy.
Warnings: Potential for violence if you piss her off.

[Well, someone's in a foul mood.

Foul, foul mood. It's not enough that the tower is currently doing its best to be the Babel Tower. It's not just that she's still a little out of it from waking up.

It's that she just died. In the most stupid way possible. Escape death in floor 24 only to misjudge a teleport and fall into an abyss. What are the odds, Eleanor wants to scream. Seriously, what are the odds.

So there she is, stomping loudly along the Tower, looking for something to let out some steam, hopefully by setting it on fire and then beating it into a pulp. You might or might not notice her gloves are on fire and yes, the portholes of her helmet are a steady, angry red. But for all she looks at her most threatening and monstrous, she's not going out of her way to pick a fight with an innocent.

And she'll gladly tell you so - well, snappily tell you so - unless of course you happen to not speak English. Then. Well. Then things might get messy.]

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[Monster hunting is a good way to keep his skills honed. It's not as satisfying as killing a sentient thing, but he makes due.

What's this? A new type of monster. He sees that fire, so he's going to stay back for now, and peek at it from around the corner. Vicente has no wish to charge at something that can burn him to ashes. Sadly, he already used his invisibility power for the day.]

[...why did you look at her with ill intent? Why, oh why would you? Eleanor's sixth sense picks up ill intent and makes her zero in on the source, causing her to teleport next to him almost on reflex, arm raised and ready to stab someone's head off--

---hey, you're not a monster! She pauses then, mid hit.]

[He casts a quick shield spell on himself, prepared to fight back.

And then the creature stops. That's never happened before.]

How odd.

[And hey, he speaks English.]

[Eleanor leans in, helmet glowing ominously.]

Any particular reason you were thinking about doing me harm?

You speak?

[Stranger and stranger...]

Pardon me. I thought you were a mindless creature.

No, it's just a ruse to lure in prey.

[Oh hey, angry teenager has mastered the art of the snide remark! This humanity thing gets easier and easier every day.]

You should be more careful around here.

Normally my prey it not so perceptive. Not to mention this can make it rather hard to be sneaky.

[He points at the glowing green lights on his collar]

Preying on the weak then, are you?

[There's something sneery in her voice. Unpleasant.]

I only prey on the weak when I wish to feed. I did not wish to feed on you.

[Since he's not sure that her blood would even be good for feeding on.]

Smart man.

[Considering her blood is full of ADAM, the results would be pretty unpleasant. ~~Or he'd turn into a super-powered with an addiction problem, possibly with a few extra super powers. Which would be, admittedly, pretty cool.~~]

Thank you.

[He looks her up and down.]

If I may be so bold to ask, where did you get that armor?

[Eleanor resists the urge to huff. The wonders of sarcasm are still not quite fully mastered. But rather than point this out, she shrugs, letting her arms hang to her sides, as if weighted down by her weapons.]

Home.

[He just nods, keeping his expression neutral.]

I see.

You wouldn't want to get one, anyway.

[A soft scoff.]

Most who do end up regretting it.

[And the rest end up dead.]

I was merely curious. I do not favor heavy armor.

[It's hard to sneak around in heavy armor. Also it hinders spellcasting.]

Hmm.

[She snorts.]

Heavy is relative, I suppose. Still not worth it if you don't know what you're doing.

[ Rin's unfortunately been forced to speak two different languages and neither of them are English. So when she happens upon her roommate in the hallway while she's having a mood of her own, Rin can't help but stare her down. ]

What are you doing? [ She asks in Quenya. Yes, a pretty fancy language. ]

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[It's a little funny, being stared down by someone considerably shorter than you, but Eleanor is not in the right frame of mind to find it funny. Instead she tilts her head at Rin, posture a tense slouch.]

I can't understand you.

[And oh god, that's only making this tantrum worse.]

[ Indeed, because she can't understand a single word she's saying in return. Clucking her tongue, she raises a hand to point at her suit. As though that can clarify anything. ]

What. Are. You. Doing.

This is getting extremely frustrating.

[Small things not weighted or held down might start rattling a little as Eleanor's temper starts pushing the limits of her powers.]

[ Her gaze travels to the lighter objects as she watches them with interest, practically ignoring her roommate in favor of the phenomenon around her. Raising a hand, she faces her palm towards Eleanor as the universal sign for "STOP". ]

[Eleanor huffs loudly, at Rin's command, everything dropping abruptly as she focuses her attention on her roommate enough to control herself.]

What now.

[Gee, and here she thought krogan were bad.

Whether Shepard's in her sights or not is up to how they run into each other; either way, she's going to be staring at that and waiting for her to pummel that poor monster into bits and pieces before speaking up.]

You'd make a friend of mine proud. Just saying.

[The head turns to look at Shepard, tilting at a vaguely unnatural angle before Eleanor snorts, absently shaking off the remnants of a monster off her harpoon.]

Is that a bad thing?

Nah, he'd just give you a pat on the back and egg you on.

[...Well, wasn't that just uncanny valley right there. She tilts her head at the display.]

Though you certainly don't look like you should be egged on at the moment.

It was self-defense.

[Yes. Self-defense. Against the stain on the floor and---yeah, bits on the ceiling too. Whoops. Totally self-defense, though.]

Really now?

[Just keeping that head tilted.]

From the way you layed into it, it looked like something else entirely.

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It's still self-defense even if you can curbstomp them into the walls.

[Eleanor shrugs, the gesture somewhat exaggerated so it'd be actually visible through the suit.]

It's not my fault it didn't know that before it picked up a fight.

Fair enough.

[...Speaking of that suit, it really is a curious sight.]

Why use that, anyway? It can't be comfy. [Shepard motions to it, tone more curious than affronting.]

[Eleanor takes a moment before shifting into a more neutral posture, slouching slightly and arms hanging down her sides, as if weighted down. After another moment, the lights in the portholes turn yellow, rather than red.]

It is, actually. I suppose it's something you need to get used to, though.

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[OPEN] I speak STAB. And you?

Hallway - second floor

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LATE FOREVER, I'M SORRY

pffft you're fine <3

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8th Floor

LATE FOREVER, I'M SO SORRY

IT'S OKAY, I BACKTAG INTO THE END OF TIME ANYWAYS

YAY

Bioware peeps gotta stick together, anyways 8|b

Yessssssssssssss 0w0

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