#3: "The tiniest flicker at the edge of the sky"

[risingshepard]

Who: Commander Shepard and YOU.
Where: Anywhere, starting from her room at 3-15.
When: February 14th
What: A commander coming back to the helltower. :|
Format: Action spam because I cannot brain prose right now.
Warnings: There's violence if you want to go down the fighting route, but otherwise, we're good here.



[Well, wasn't that the most pleasant experience she's had in her life.

Something so bad even the Reapers are little more than bits and pieces? Hard to believe it even exists.

Being in the husk of her whole galaxy (ha ha, husk...) really changed her assumptions on what the hell was going on. With the knowledge of her world actually being dead more or less proven right, things just got a whole lot more complicated.

That she found Legion waiting for her there wasn't any more comforting.

Shepard sits up gingerly, the sleep paralysis from her return quite evident for whoever's still in the room at the time; she can't help but wonder what the hell's happened while she was stuck in the no man's land that is the Tower of Animus. There's no better way to find out than to get out there, so that's exactly what she does--unless her roommates are more than willing to stop her on the way out.]

[If she's not in the dorms, then Shepard can be found just about anywhere in the tower, new floors and old floors alike. If you encounter her on the monster-ridden floors, you just might come across her dealing with some...very unwanted friends.

What in the hell are these goddamn Husks doing here?]

Comments

[risingshepard]

So it's basically this place running on happy fuel. Isn't that a nice thought. [Why'd she get pulled to this place and not there?]

Wait, you didn't get 'rescued'? Then how?

[echo_of_a_jedi]

[But you did get pulled there though.]

Went to sleep on my ship, woke up in a city after having some masked guy be cryptic at me.

...come to think of it, it really wasn't that unusual for me.

Anyway, I don't think 'our' realities were destroyed like the people who run this place claim yours were. It's possible that a similar one was, and that's where HK-47 or anyone else from my galaxy with a collar came from, but mine wasn't. I wouldn't have let it, for one thing.

[risingshepard]

[As far as this Shep's concerned, she hasn't. SO HUSH. :|]

Cryptic bull must be a regular occurrence where you're from. [And she dun' like cryptic bull...never did. :|]

Neither would I, but what I've seen complicates things just a little. [A shrug.] Yours must've got off lucky, though, if it didn't turn into some dead husk of a wasteland.

[echo_of_a_jedi]

I grew up in an order of philosophers. It's pretty inevitable.

You've been back to your world since you got here?

[risingshepard]

At least once, yeah.

It was the most wonderful place in the world. [...Okay, she had to hit her own head with her palm just then, that was morbid even for her.]

[echo_of_a_jedi]

Uh huh.

Could you tell what happened to your world, or was it just...dead?

[risingshepard]

...It was barren. Empty. Nothing was left, not even what I was fighting off.

[Save for a friend that was apparently sent back.]

[echo_of_a_jedi]

I really wish I could assure you that was impossible.

You have no idea how much, actually.