<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong><acronym title="Luhss">Luus</acronym>Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Turian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Merc<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>This (https://imgur.com/8YG6INU)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Presidium Tower Lounge<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Showing up<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Councilor Sparatus; Team<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Luus arrived behind his turian escort; a tall, straightfaced woman of a noble bearing that far outstripped his own. "Next time I'd love to be the one escorting<em>you</em>someplace nice. Maybe someplace with music. And dancing." The escorting turian snapped an exasperated look his way, her eyes all but threatening that she was seconds from punching him. That was basically a yes if you asked him.<br/><br/>He watched with a little, buzzing chuckle as she gave a stiff salute to the councilor, then lifted a hand in a wave, cheerily waggling his two fingers as she turned on her heel to leave. She gave one last look, sighed, then continued on. Oh yes, chances were high that he had a date in store when he got back from this top secret mission.<br/><br/>Speaking of, he next turned to the councilor, whom he gave a salute as well, though it was noticeably far less poised and respectful than the escort's had been. "It's good to see you, Laiel," he half lied as he moved to secure one of the plushest looking seats (though in truth they were all the same level of comfortable). "And," he continued as he sat, the buzzing thrum of his voice strengthening as he greeted his new allies, "it's a pleasure to meet you."