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

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?]

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[Yes, yes he did. And he's watching with interest at what his spells are doing to their flesh and hardware. It was disgusting, but the smell of boiling flesh and artificial parts always was.

For his next trick, he's to pull up a blood barrier around him to help protect himself from the electro-shocks.]

[Oh, she can definitely agree on that. :| When she still had her incedinary rounds, she had to deal with those nasty fumes plenty of times before.

But still, that gets her raising her brow even more. That was definitely not biotic power in any way, shape or form--but if it wasn't that, then what was it? Some messed up power she hadn't recognized at first sight?

Well, at least she has the breathing room to try and find out. Shepard lays down a couple more shots from her plasma shotgun before turning to the new person.]

So what am I looking at here, exactly? Magic? [Because if it is, then that is just messed up, man. :|]

...Maybe gravy. [Like he's going to tell her something like that right off the bat. In fact she's even lucky to be able to see his face. Normally he just wears a gas mask in public.

With his shield now up, he's going to cast one of his favorite spells on the floor, liquidation. In order to...liquidate them. Very slowly for a few minutes. It should help clear out a majority of what was left.]

Gravy isn't colored red, though. [...Not that it's that crucial a detail, but still. Mitch, meet the commander's snark--one of her most defining points. :|

Stepping back regardless so she doesn't get turned into a puddle herself, too. 8|]

It can be...fnord. [It is a very crucial detail, one that he is not about talk about.]

So...what's so scary about these guys?

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

That's fine, he has that effect on the ladies. ;)

Sadly, it's more because of WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SORCERY than that 8| Besides, 15+-year age gap 8|

...He's alright with older woman. Bow-chickawowow shot

Mitchell pls (also do you have Plurk? And I apologize for backtag fail)

Unfortunately no, I do have aim, but that's it.