<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c5/Luus_zoom.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>19th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon-ish<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>Cargo Hold<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Look who we have here...<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Odrinne<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>"You flatterer," he replied, his husky voice naturally vibrating across the room to meet her. "You know it will get you everywhere--well not<em>on top</em>." A chuckle followed, and he moved over to a taller set of standing crates to lean up against them, relaxed, and very pleased as she rolled her eyes. Then, she mentioned the Shadow Broker, and for a moment he would slip out of his cavalier space, a brow ridge rising and maw slightly opening in surprise at the information--and preparation to say something far too hasty.<br/><br/>"Heh," he responded instead, returning himself to a cool and collected state. "If that's really the case this time around, and not some overblown rumor. But either way, there's no reason not to act as if it's true." He pushed himself from the crates and approached her in a slow, confidant stride, blue eyes meeting her deep black pools. "I do love it when we challenge each other. It's always such a<em>thrill</em>," the natural rattle of his voice deepened on the final word, and perhaps it would serve well as a distraction from the bluish glow gathering at his arms. "Don't you agree, Drinny?"<br/><br/>With the name spoken, he called on his biotic power to lift the crate she had been practicing. It glided, twirling like an inanimate ballerina, over her head and towards him, where he willed it to tilt sideways before letting it drop onto the cargo hold's floor. Smiling, he planted himself atop it with a casual air that aimed to confidently mask any and all exertion his showing off brought. And of course it was accompanied by a waggling of his brow ridges in teasing fashion.