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Video - July 12th Evening - Shadow Event Booty Call

[ This expression? This expression is the closest to a pout you’ll ever see a Turian getting to. ]

Saren, that was awful rude of you. Here I was thinking we’d finally do something a little fun after all these years of knowing each other. Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited?

[ If Nihlus had lips to quiver, he’d be quivering them right about now with the most pitiable little look of disappointment he could muster, chin resting atop his upturned palms. ]

Anyways, since my partner decided to so callously ditch me, I thought I’d… appeal to the other cold, lonely souls out there on Savrou looking for some, mm, warm company for tonight.

[ A flash of teeth, a sliver of blue tongue and a sly little wink. ]

Honestly, my biggest regret is not getting to know you people a little more after waking up in this little hellhole of a universe. Spirits, there are so many deliciously attractive people here and I just want to eat.

All of you.

Up.

[ Any other Turian would be able to read the grinding, dark and heavy lust written into the words, dripping so thick it might as well be tar. Underneath it was a deadly, unnerving note of pure hunger. ]

And Jane? Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, you hot little thing, you.

I will find you.

[ He smiles a toothy little smile. Green eyes flicker black, a split second so quick you'd have missed it if you blinked- and the screen cuts out. ]

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[J is so going to shame him for this.]

Aren't you a kinky one.

I might be. Mostly, I just like having fun.

Really? Interesting. All our previous conversations has led me to believe the opposite.

Honey, you've never seen me fun because spending time around you is about as exciting as babysitting a bratty little child. A stinky and drugged one to boot.

It's so pitiable to watch, I could vomit.

Or then you have the wrong kind of stick shoved up in your rear that you can't tell the difference.

Hoho, wouldn't you like to know.

[ He titters for a good second. It fades into a thoughtful silence before he speaks again. Not talking to her, but instead musing to himself, tone cold, like a scientist dissecting a specimen. ]

I've seen your face before, you know. Running from the dark, trying to prove to the world you're big and mean by doing any and all the shitty self-destructive things you can get your hands on. You won't live past thirty anyways, so why try?

But it's all fluff and you're just weak and you drown yourself in drugs and let other people use you up because it's all you know.

[ The 'clink' of razor sharp fingertips against glass echoes in the background. ]

I wonder, what is it you're so ashamed of? What little dark are you trying to escape?

[And J listens to his rant patiently, eye brows only slightly arching up from surprise. Now where did this outburst came from.]

Watching me you say? Sounds like we have a stalker among us. Gross.

But unfortunately you're either blind or stupid. I have no idea about any of this "dark" you think you're seeing.

[it's denial of sorts. He's both very right with his accusations yet very off.]

Oh, deflection and denial!

[ Spectre Agent Nihlus Kryik was and is an accomplished interrogator and people reader, a skill that saw him through an impressive array of difficult missions. It's not a skill he'd ever used to dissect a person just for the pure, malicious joy of it.

The shadow though? The shadow didn't have any real inclination to hold back. ]

What are you scared of, J? What are you so, so terrified of that you need to keep putting up this front?

Is it better to let people walk all over you than being... alone?

I can smell everyone you'd hooked up with, you know, every time I ducked in to check up on Jane's apartment. The place reeks of strangers and discontentment. It'd be funny if it weren't so pathetic.

But you'd take on any mediocre lover you can get because they're the only ones who'd accept you, isn't that right?

Edited (typo!) 2017-07-29 07:44 (UTC)

[This time the silent pause lasts little longer than before. The beautiful green eyes nor painted red lips betray the calmness in her expression as she looks at the video feed, mildly amused.

The truth is, however, that she's everything but calm. There's a heavy bile stuck in her throat and she can hear the blood rushing in her ears. Nihlus managed to hit somewhere very close. Too close for her liking.]

And? [She eventually says, swirling the lock of her hair around her finger.] Isn't that what you're trying to do here?

With you?

[ Oh, but that does draw the rudest little bout of snickering. ]

No.

[ And then, even more snickering before, finally, ]

I like my partners older and I like my partners fun. I'm flattered that you think I'd give you the time of day, I really am, but you're, what, twenty? I mean, you do your makeup like you're fifty, but that's just being optimistic here.

[ His expression slides suddenly from amusement to pure disgust with a flash of teeth. ]

And you're about as fun as sandpaper.

[ Just as quickly as it'd come, the expression flips back to the bright little avian smile. ]

If I get hungry enough though, I suppose you'll do. Even skin and bones as you are.

[ He flashes her a wink. ]

Take care of yourself, J.

And there you go again! [She shouts somewhere between his rambling, shaking her head with amused smirk on her lips. It's an angle -- a leverage, something to keep the curtain from falling down. The show must keep going, even if Nihlus had found a way out to spoil the ending.

She's not letting him, or anyone know how right he is.]

Always, always assuming that I'm offering myself to you! Say, what makes you think I'd want someone weird and abnormal as you as my partner? You're the only one looking for fulfillment through others.

And to think you're trying to mock me for your own desires and acts.

You talking about me or are you talking about yourself there, sweetheart?

[ The smile he gives her is pure hilarity. ]

Well, much as I'd love to stick around to find out, I don't actually care.

[ Also, he just spotted Shiro in the distance. He gives her a little wave and a cheery 'ta!' before cutting the link. ]

[nope

NOPE

NOPE nope NOPE nope NOPE

N O P E]

[this day is a nightmare, this month is a nightmare

they don't think it be like that

but it do]

[Anyways, the FIND YOUR FRIENDS application's GPS finder feature is now very off for Nihlus' TAB. Good luck trying to find her and kill her and eat and/or bone her now, you slutty nightmare hellshade!!]

[ Oh, Shepard. The slutty nightmare hellshade knows you well enough to just take a guess!

It's a good thing he's not out to kill you.

Well, not intentionally. ]

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... what?

Is ... this a joke?

That's an odd way to interpret an open booty call.

Seriously?

[Excuse you, sir, he'd thought better of you.]

That's -- Now?

Is there a better time?

Probably?

Like when we're not coming off the tail end of an Ingress shutdown. Or when there's not attacks in the streets.

[This really doesn't sound like the guy he'd spoken with a few times.]

I would've thought you'd know better.

[Shiro you can't use the Disappointed Dad Voice on people a) older than you and b) not under your command what the heck.]

Shiro, you beautiful man, you see from my perspective, life is very, very short. Shorter than you can ever imagine.

You spend months of it pulling broken people and bodies out of a cargo box with chips wired into their brains. Months of it watching all the over-polished asshole politicians argue back and forth about funding allocations for the newest celebration of their shitty reign like every problem in the universe just stops when they want it to.

Or just killing. You know, for those same assholes. Just killing. And killing and killing and killing and killing there's a mountain of bodies to my name, what the FUCK do you know about me-

[ Static screeches over the line, harsh and high before cutting off abruptly. ]

I think I lost my line of thought for a bit there, hon.

Anyways, I just got a bit of down time. You want to do anything tonight?

[His expression is quick to turn harder. Flatter. Something's wrong. Something's off. And while the urge to lecture just how much he knows what some of that feels like, he bites down on it.]

[Getting into that kind of thing here won't gain any answers.]

No. I can imagine. More than I want to.

[Well, truth be told the answer to that question is "I don't know anything, but you're not the guy I ran into milking a plant". But that would probably go over about as well as a brick. And--]

Edited 2017-07-20 07:18 (UTC)

[Instead, there's the whole... last bit there. After the squealing static.]

... Are you kidding me? Did you just -- are you even listening to yourself?

Haha, clear as a point blank pistol shot, dear. And I'm dead serious.

[ Resting his cheek against his palm, Nihlus' eyes slant up in a smile.

His eyes flicker black. ]

I'll be seeing you very, very soon, I think.

I think I'd rather see you when you've come back to your senses.

[Or not at all if this is the new alien secret agent.]

What's wrong with your eyes?

Oh, just a little trinket from a special effects, place, don't you worry your pretty head about it.

[ Shiro earns himself a wink and then a wave before Nihlus cuts the connection. ]

Okay, I fully get the rights to judge the hell out of you for this bullshit.

[brb saving this to shame him later.]

Oh, hon, you went ahead and decided you deserved that right on day one. You always this mean to every out worlder you meet? Or am I just a special case?

[Her whole face twitches at the "hon". Not even Suvi got to use names like that. And that girl could get away with anything. Including licking rocks.]

When they keep adding fuel to the fire.

Someone dump something in your drink?

You know, I've had squaddies with your exact stripes. Useless, racist pricks the whole lot of them and they fucked me over every chance they got. Kind of messed up when the only homeworlder that didn't make it a point to immediately shit on me was a murderous, bare-faced fucker.

[ The tone on that last note is awfully fond, despite the wording. ]

Why do you wear them anyways? I know most of you Hierarchy sorts would literally rather die than ever go bare-faced, but that doesn't seem like your main thing. Is it just the fun perks you get, sliding questionable shit under some poor customs officer's nose?

Or is something else? Something under that rough n' tough exterior that's just a little bit squishy.

Are they... your parent's stripes?

Edited 2017-07-19 10:58 (UTC)

Good for you.

[All of it. Why the hell should she care? He's made it perfectly clear she's inferior, by virtue of her making one judgment. Just like every other turian asshole out there.]

Sorry. You don't get the backstory for graduating to a new level of asshole.

Try getting held back a grade.

[You fucker.]

[ Nihlus snickers, the sadistic little noise of someone who'd just watched their trap spring on something small and helpless. ]

Ooohh, that sounded ticked. I think I'm on the right track.

[ There's a tap of claws, playfully thoughtful. ]

With your stripes, you would've had citizenship. Easy access to healthcare, stable consistent jobs, no financial worries. Everything taken care of by the Hierarchy. All you had to do in return was sink a couple decades into the noble service of the mother world.

But you went with smuggling instead.

Did one of your parents do something... disgraceful?

Was it the one you liked? Because all you had to do was denounce them, no? Cut them out of your life, slowly work on regaining your honor.

It doesn't sound like you did.

Edited 2017-07-20 07:01 (UTC)

[It's not known only to other Turians, that sticky basso profundo undercurrent that prickles teeth in their sockets. Somebody's in a mood.

Trust? Not for one hot picosecond.

Exploit?

...Absolutely.]

You never text, you never call, and you're lonely?

I'm wounded, is what I am.

If you tell me where you are, I might be able to... rectify that.

[ HOW DO YOU LIKE HIM NOW, CLU. ]

...Cute.

[This is not quite--something prickles caution: and is summarily ignored.]

I thought you liked playing with your food?

[That is a ping. It's not his location, but it will be in short order.]

Maybe I'm just in the mood for instant gratification today.

[ There's a brazen, licentious invitation woven into every single word, low and warm. Clu gets a flirty flash of a dark throat, Nihlus inclining his head to give the admin a truly thorough undressing with his eyes before letting his gaze fall to the location ping.

He smiles, slow and sharp and then cuts the connection.

Please come soon, Clu. Nihlus is going to be awful annoyed if he has to wait any longer for you. ]

I don't know what you are, but I promise, as soon as I discover how to kill you, it will be swift.

Edited 2017-07-19 02:32 (UTC)

[Feelings... so split...]

[ The laugh that reply draws is dark and silken velvet. ]

Oh, Saren, you're so difficult to please.

[ There's static in the line now, a strange interference. ]

Are you that scared of letting me close to you, old friend?

You shouldn't be. I'd offer not to bite, but I think you might like it.

[ Saren snorts without humor. ]

You might wear his face, but you are far too obviously just some sort of imitation.

[ If this were a video feed, the shadow would see him rolling his eyes. ]

No points for subtlety. An Ardat-Yakshi would be more discreet than whatever you are.

I wonder if you would survive having your head blown off? Not many things could.

Oh, I've already survived it twice, lovely.

I ran around with the scars from your pistol for a good couple of months when I first came here. Spirits were they ever itchy.

The second time, I just blew my own head off because the Arca Monolith'd just turned my poor little brain to mush. The rez tech ate my arm.

[ There's a low 'whirr' here, the shadow examining the claws on his mechanical limb. ]

Why are you so eager to see me dead again anyways, Saren? Is it better than just dealing with the fact that you've let me become your weakness?

Is that why you started pushing me away all those years? To make it easier for you to kill me when the time came?

To make it easier to kill me on Eden Prime?

You're so pathetic.

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