<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/53/5a/27/535a276643a925fc52d3cb63adec880e.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong><acronym title="Loose">Luus</acronym>Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726956#msg15726956)<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/Demolitionist Vanguard<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><strong>DATE:</strong></span>20th, December 2174 CE - Evening<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>As Shown<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Brig<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Just disappointed.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Ashton, Punished Ipako | Closed<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>The first alert from Ashton's omnitool prepared him for the ones that would inevitably come. "Yeah, I've been to Tuchanka a coupla times," he said when she all but shuddered at the thought of monsters, "it's full of multi-legged besties. And they all want to kill and eat you. Klixen prefer to breathe fire on you. Guess their tendency to cook their food makes 'em a little more civilized than the average creepy crawly."<br/><br/>When the next buzz came and she apologized, he just nodded in understanding and turned his attention to the bloodied batarian by her feet. It was always a gut wrenching feeling, losing a soldier--or even a merc with a friendly enough disposition. The fact was, when revenge was possible, it was never so personal as this. He aimed to make it a cinematic affair. And as a bonus, he had fine company to share it with. The human had a coolness and casualness even in her violence. That, he both respected and enjoyed. Not to mention her striking eyes, beautiful scars and muscle, and lovely, angular face. Many a turian found the exoticness of their soft skin, lips, and short, pink tongues enough to put them off entirely, if not the hostile history between them. But Luus was a traveler and a mercenary. His mind was open enough to put the past behind him.<br/><br/>He watched Ashton send out her message patiently, but seeing the furrowing of her brows was enough to bring a worry to mind. He shot another look towards Ipako, then returned to her just in time to see her face of innocence. His eyes narrowed a little, then more when she confessed what was happening in those omnitool messages. "Spirits..." he sighed, lifting a palm to his forehead and shaking his head. "We won't be lettin' him go, will we? I could live with him dying another way or rotting in a cell, but if he goes free..."<br/><br/>He paused, taking a breath to cool himself. It brought more pain than relaxation. "...I do have an abundance of cigars, and I think we both could use a drink now. Congrats on the promotion by the way." He moved closer to Ipako, and part of him wished he was still conscious so that he could give him another kick. Instead, he turned to Ash, closer to her now as well. "We should do it in my quarters. Wouldn't want anyone complaining about the smoke, would we?" An upward twitch of his mandibles accompanied his last words, and a lift of his brow ridges.