#VERSE ::||:: codename: archangel

[turixn-renegxde]

INCOMING TRANSMISSION FROM: @bloodythumbprints​

MESSAGE:  ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck (from Nyreen)

     HE almost stumbled as Nyreen gripped that back of his neck , preventing him from moving forward. 

     “ IF you didn’t want me to leave , you should have just said something , ” he snapped , pushing her hand away. “ What is it? ” 

[turixn-renegxde]

INCOMING TRANSMISSION FROM: @aleadamia​

MESSAGE: The tarnished air of Omega, tinged with the unmistakable flavor of violent intemperance, brings with it a haven for any running away from something—even themselves, if need be. Tracking a haphazard trail of rumors, each leading to more questions than answers, Nihlus finally arrives in a seedy back alley (not that any of Omega's sections aren't sordid in some way) and slips inside one of the smaller, nondescript bars strewn around the station.

There, he approaches the corner, one with a vantage point of each of the exits, and sits down. Faceplates relaxing—a subtle, cordial gesture afforded to another Turian—Nihlus folds his arms over the rickety table. "Vakarian. It's been a while, hasn't it?" Seeking out the other wasn't in his list of priorities, not at first; however, rumors, no matter how exaggerated or obscure, have a habit of piquing his curiosity.

"Or should I call you what the locals have titled you?" Lacing his subvocals with obvious humor, Nihlus glances around the bar. All but empty, it would serve its purpose as a point of reunion. "Truth be told, Omega was the last place I expected you to be after... Well, since Shepard's..." The words had begun well enough, driven by a familiarity born from fighting side by side. Yet, it becomes near impossible to acknowledge the death of the Commander, even now. "But, I wager we all have our ways of dealing with it."

     IT was in Garrus’s nature to be suspicious ; so when he had received a message from Nihlus, he was immediately cautious. The only thing that convinced him to set up a meeting was the mention of some of the conversations he and the Spectre had on the Normandy ; he doubted any of the gangs were resourceful enough to get information like that. Still, he picked a location with plenty of escape routes, and scoped out a spot that offered him a view of all the entrances. 

     AND after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, Nihlus entered. Garrus immediately released the tension in shoulders, dropping his hand from resting at the pistol on his hip. 

     “ TWO years -- but it feels like a lot more. ” He returned the friendly expression, gesturing for Nihlus to sit. He let out a short laugh as the other jested ; but the joyful expression all but fell at the mention of Shepard’s name. Just thinking about the Commander was ... hard. Hell, he hadn’t even talked about it with anyone. 

     “ ...YEAH, ” he replies simply. Instinctively, he knows Nihlus feels the same way. They had both respected Shepard, and fought alongside him countless times. And then he was just ... gone. And it felt like the rest of the galaxy forgot. The Turian sighed, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table.

     “ I never thought I’d end up here either. But after Shepard... ”. He’s surprised at how hard it is to say.  “ ... After Shepard died, I realized I wanted to make a difference; a real difference. I wasn’t getting anywhere at C-Sec ... hell, you saw what happened. Everything went back to business as usual -- and I couldn’t deal with it anymore. ” 

     THERE’S noise at the main entrance, and his gaze immediately snaps up. Just some drunks in the alleyway. But even in a secluded bar like this, he can never be too careful. 

     “ BUT here? ” His voice lowers a bit. “ I’ve stopped more crime than I ever did in all my years on the Citadel. I can finally do things my way; no regulations, no red tape. ” He lets out a sigh, leaning back a bit in his seat. 

     “ BUT how have you been? Still doing Spectre work? ”