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askvalosthequarian ---> perfect-immortal-machine until the end of halloween.
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"I need informtion, and I need it now. Unless you have something I suggest you move along."
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+ ASKVALOSTHEQUARIAN has talked into the wrong mirror.
❝ –––––– so hearsay is you're good at
fixin' things. came to find out whether
it was true or not. and i should warn
you.... i don't take disappointment well. ❞
Shifty eyes catch the light, scuffed boots scraping the floor in her signature saunter.
The fellow in front of her certainly didn't look like he was from anywhere near the
pocket of the universe Mary called home, but she didn't really derive pleasure from
racism. As long as they had blood in their bodies, Mary was game. Mirror powers
came with the added fun of surprise visits to different worlds and galaxies if you
happened to bend the space time continuum correctly. Nothing like an unexpected
extraterrestrial jaunt after breakfast. This was not one of those days, but a guest
in town who didn't look Mundy or Fable tended to draw attention. Blame curiosity.
And a slightly faulty revolver. Scrounging up something broken ain't exactly hard.
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"May I help... you... sir?" Edgeworth trails off, staring blankly at his guest.
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*salutes* "Civilian wishing to speak to you, sir."
Anderson glances down at his omni-tool with a slight frown, wondering if he can talk and still make it to his meeting with the Council. "Of course, I always have time for civilians." Letting his omni-tool fade he looks at the other. "What can I do for you?"
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"Yet another straw on the proverbial camel's back..."
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"Um, Commander? I have a favor to ask, if you're willing.
Lennox looked up from the datapad to find a quarian standing in front of him. He dismissed the notes to the side and spoke up in a stern tone, the faint orange glow lighting his fatigues. "I usually like to know who is asking for favors first."
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"Piss off!"
"You piss off!"
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multi-muse-central
askvalosthequarian
"... So, no offense... but what are you, exactly?"
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"Uh......"
".....Who the hell are you?"
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Open starter.
"...No...no, that won't do at all..."
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forgxttcn x dancerofdistantstars x askvalosthequarian x 4thdimensionaldoctor x androidsdxughter
"Told you I could make you breathe under water."
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"Calm down! Calm down! Your ankle is sprained, okay?"
Aiden tried to push Valos away, limping down an alley out of the view of the people on the street. He hadn't felt it at first. Running from pursuers having been the only thing on his mind, he didn't take the time to notice that he'd dropped from a little bit too high, and landed wrong.
"Sprained," he snapped, glaring at the Quarian. "Not broken. I'm fine."
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