<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>Luus Remeril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=335654.msg15962213#msg15962213)<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;">DATE:</span></strong>December 18th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Heavy Turian armor.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Enlil. Docking Bay Victor-12, pavilion<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Politics and Stupidity. Doesn't that sound redundant?<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Ash<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Luus was well-traveled and well-shot-at enough to know all the conflicting things a human smile could mean. Fortunately, this led to there being no surprise in his face when she threw one last set of cutting words his way, smile and all. He could have struck back, especially given how much weight fell from that last insult compared to the first. But even he knew when there wasn't time for a verbal match--even with a human bold enough to try and take a 6'9 turian down a peg.<br/><br/>It was still tempting, he couldn't lie, but there was only so much time he'd have left at all if he was right about his ass of a cousin.<br/><br/>He shrugged wide shoulders and was prepared to leave when she spoke up again, turning the subject to focus in on the Council. "They have their Spectres to crawl through the muck for them. The people will forgive 'em in time."<br/><br/>He was ready--so ready--to march away; to play his loose gambit. But then, his eye caught something. Or rather, someone. Some poor sap of a salarian smiling ear to ear as he spoke what looked to be gentle and calming words to his wife who shook like a leaf. Probably meaningless promises to protect her and to see them safe to live out the rest of their short lives happy and together. Playing house with all the bullshit that went along with it.<br/><br/>It was annoying.<br/><br/>And damn, was Luus an idiot...<br/><br/>Sighing, he turned back to Ash and held out a taloned hand, palm up, towards her packet of cigarettes. "Hand me one of those and I'll stay a little longer."