Hellis

Mass Effect: Borealis

Elysium Shipyard, Clinic - Dex & Drono

@Hellis & @DearTrickster

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"How did this happen?" Dr. Kindersly looked a bit shocked. "Your body is fighting off multiple points of infection. Almost like a quarian without his or her suit. Your nervous system is all bungled up."

"Gee. Thanks Doc." Drono scowled. He knew he should have waited to see a doctor until they could make it to the clinic. These people had no idea what had been done to him. Didn't know about the extent of his damage. They would want to keep him there for surveillance.

"If we are gonna fix this, we are gonna have to keep you here and put you under the kn-"

"Hah!" Drono starlted the doctor so badly he lost what he was about to say. "Hahaha. Yeah no doc. You ain't touching me with no scalpel. Only one man I trust with that, and he is in Lafayette station." Drono looked at Dex, who had been kind enough to follow and keep him company.

Her eyes tracked along the length of the drell's back and scar tissue marking where he was shot. It looked angry and incredibly painful. While other marks of various size and age were across his back and arms. Not entirely surprised at the level of scar tissue with his reckless decisions during fights, but it was still quite a bit.

"I told you it was waste of time." He said as he got off the table.

Dex shrugged in response. "Anything to tie him over for a bit? A brace to wear at night?"

The Alliance base had an pretty decent line up of well trained staff with facilities able in the care of more advanced injuries and illness. Unfortunately much like Donnelly had stated when they were brought in it still wasn't up to snuff of a fully equipped hospital.

The human Dr. Kindersly was approaching his late 40's and greys sprouting in various areas of his head. With glasses poised on the top of his head while a pair of curiously dark green eyes squinted up at the turian at her suggestion.

"I'll see what I can do for now. A brace isn't going to help anything if he gets hurt again." Dr Kindersly gave Drono a withering look.

"It's nerve damage right? Not like a brace would do any good anyway."

"How DID you get these kind of complications?" The doctor inquired as he prescribed Drono with some painkillers. "Here, the medication is pretty heavy duty. Enough to put a rhino to sleep. Tranqulizer tablets and enough antibiotics to beat back the beubonic plague."

"What the fuck is a Rhino?" Dex remarked snarkily.

"I think its big, dumb and charge things blindly if I remember correctly. And no. It ain't just a Krogan wearing a horn."

Dr. Kindersly shook his head at their banter already losing patience for the pair of aliens. "Don't over do it. Take the painkillers and antibiotics as suggested. They'll have to last until you get to Lafayette."

"Oh, and it was A HUMAN doctor first operated on me... Oh and someone dumped a nerve toxin into a open wound. You know, it's a male bonding thing." The amount of deadpan sarcasm in Dronos voice would make a Turian council member proud. The doctor stared blankly at him.

"Why? Who wou-"

"And that wound was a bullet wound ok? I got fucking shot. So stop with the fucking questions before I lose my fucking temper. Fuck." Drono's temper was slipping away at record time. The pain, the questions, the memories were just popping off too fast and hit too hard for him to deal with right now.

"...Do I need to call security?" Dr Kindersly asked, not unkindly despite the evident threat inherit in the wording.

"No need. We are leaving." Drono mumbled as he began to pull the shirt back on, "Thanks for the pills."

Dex's mandibles twitched at his sudden flare in temper then apologized to the doctor immediately hoping to smooth things over. "Long trip, bad back you know how it is. Thanks again."

"Come on, I know what will cheer you up." Dex said lightly leading the way out of the doctor's office heading back to the yard. "I already picked through the shuttles but haven't touched the weaponry. Probably enough guns here to make you drool."

If he had had visible ears, they would have twitched at the mention of weapons. Like that, he was slipping back from sullen trot to confident swagger again. "Oh? You sure know how to pick a guy out from the gutter." He smiled weakly. "Look. What you saw in there. Sorry about that allright? It was not a good look for us. And I don't want the Doc to give us a hard time becouse my temper." But even as he said it, his smile was gaining in brilliance as they approached the scrapyard.

"The doctor was kind of tone deaf, pushy with the questions." Dex shrugged again the clinking of metal from her shoulder as natural to her as someone cracking their knuckles. "We won't be here long enough for them to form an opinion."

"Oh.. Oh man. Is that!?? IT IS!" The childlike wonder in his voice was a complete 180 from the sullen anger of the clinic."That's a Portable Kinetic Shuttle Cannon! That thing can be mounted on the side of a shuttle. A vorcha could even operate it."

Cracking a smile at his sudden flip in mood was what she hoped after showing him to the weapons. Drono hadn't been too difficult to figure out even in the first official week of the Jury Riggers formation. He liked his guns.

"The shuttle I have in mind has room for more mods. Can't say we need anything fancy but it being armed the to teeth could be a start." Dex replied eyeing the canon.

Drono leaned in and inspected the cannon that consisted of a sturdy rig and the cannon itself was remniscent to a shoulder mounted stinger missile in the way you were seated. Only this one had a very advanced target computer, and instead of a rocket tube it was a mass acceleration cannon of a much smaller scale then the one of the jalopy. Drono ran his hand against it. "I shall call you... Grumpy..." The reverence in his voice would have unsettled a religious zealot.

Dex couldn't help but let out a chuckle crouching to inspect the cannon as well. "So, Lafayette. If you didn't get my message I'd be willing to help you get to your doctor. I dropped the ball when T'Raza tossed you about so I want to make it up to you."

"It doesn't need to be said but we make a good team. It's nearly impossible to find someone who can keep up with me." Dex admitted offering up a sincere smile.

Drono looked at her. Truly and well looked at her. He hadn' t really had the time to observe anyone of his new comrades. A smirk spread across his lips even as he fought to keep a neutral face. "Oh. I can keep up." Then he looked back at the gun. "Soon as we fix my back. I'll show you how well I can keep up... Just try not to stare at my ass when I leave you in the dust."

Amusement hummed through her subvocals as she squinted happily. Pleased he had noticed her lingering gaze, unintentional but pleased nonetheless. "I didn't think you would mind my appreciation." She flirted. "As I had mentioned in my message, I know a few good ways to ease backpain."

A few thoughts ran through his head in that instant. One of them was the fact that the comment about his posterior had been a joke, not a intended jab. So, now he was suddenly to aware of her presence. Drells mind was currently running around, shutting down all the functions that led to him saying stupid things. When he spoke, the gun was forgotten.

"Oh yeah?" He asked, choosing his words carefully. Like a man about to lay out the plans for intergalactic peace. He would have swallowed. But his throat was malfunctioning. No amount of turian rap could have prepared him for this turn of events. You could not shoot her. Well you could, but that'd likely just piss her off. "I got two bottles of really good Turian brandy."

Dex watched with apparent amusement while the cogs in Drono's head turned, her interest caught him off guard. "I'm a lightweight so it won't take two bottles of brandy to get me in bed with you. Although I want to be perfectly clear. I'm not interested in a relationship. Just sex." Dex said carefully leaning her back against the barrel of the canon. "I'm also not interested in jealousy. I've slept with Vellios and plan to again. I want to have a similar arrangement with you as well. No strings."

She felt she could be blunt with Drono but also wanted some clarity. While with Vellios it had been a fun game to dance around with their words. Drono had this energy that was hard not to be drawn to. He carried himself like the whole world was watching. It was confidence she found sexier than hell.

"Multiple partners rarely work out for me. Starts off fine but it ends up one or the other becoming possessive." She noted casually her hands sliding into her pockets. "You're hard to ignore, Drono. So I want to give it a shot. If you're interested then that's great. If not we'll just work together and forget I ever brought it up." Dex said evenly and hoped he wouldn't reject her. "I'd be a little disappointed if you said no but I would get it. Cyborg turians aren't for everyone."

"I'm not everyone." Drono said as cogs in his head turned again. "What I am however, is down. Never been good with the whole relationship thing myself so some friendly cripple on cyborg tumbling is alright with me." He chuckled.

She looked to him wearing a big grin the momentary worry evaporating. "As in... right now?"

"I don't see why not. These things aren't going anywhere:" Drono said with a grin.

"Good. Keep an eye out for Del or Serena. She's not a huge fan of stumbling upon me post-sex outside the bedroom." Dex said mischievously doing a quick look over her shoulder then holding out her prosthetic hand to the blue drell.

He closed his fingers around the metal hand and smiled as he got up. "Lead the way."

[OPEN AND ACCEPTING] HALT! Life of the City Guard.

@Verdaux It is fine so far aside from the fact that there is no way not everyone would know who she was and her inheritance. You made Sir Walter a bit to rich. Millions in this setting is a city worth of money. This isn't modern day. Most people rarely see more then say 1000 a year if that. YOu also need to provide a blurb about her appearence to go along the image.

@VitriolicQuill I put up my profile. SO you might wannna use it as a reference. You won't be accepted with that short and quick of a history section.

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Balto Grim

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Thiefling

Appearence: A perk of being demon born is that time kinda looks at you sideways. It doesn't so much age you as it lets you hit your desired mid 20's to mid 30's and stay there. As a result. Balto looks younger then he is. While a quick glance would make you think him a human of maybe late twenties of age, a closer inspection is gonna throw you for a loop. His skin is mottled with grey, and silver lines seem to runs from his eyes across his face. His eyes are the same silver color and his ears are slightly ribbed nad pointed. Not like an elf, his ears actually splits into three small spikes at the end.

Former Proffesion: Grifter, Conartist, Fence

Skill:

Wordsmith: A quick talking, word spitting bullshit poet from the day he learned the concept of begging. When he talks, he knows just the right cadence and tone of voice to use on you. Never let him speak to you for to long or he will be walking way wearing your clothes.

City knowledge: Balto is not a man of violence. He is a man of desperate flight when others chose to fight. His feet are so accustomed to the cobble of the slums he knows where he is going even in the worst of fogs. He can name a bar for you based on your preference of company, food or drink. He knows where the gangs are the worst, and where the rich goes to slum it.

Personality: Quickwitted and charming, he is a career criminal all the way from the way he used to dress to the way he talks about people. He do not see men and women. He see people as marks and obstacles. He is social to a fault, always with a word of encouragement or sneaky secondguessing. His career as a guard is something of a snag in his confidence to say the least. He knows that if he messes up it is noose for him.And that hinders him from abusing his limited power of office as it were.

History:
Kings Knell has no shortage of demons who were left leaderless after the Demon Sovereign drank blessed wine and died. One of these decided to sire children with a human woman named Aila. Aila then had a son named Balto. As many mothers do when they realize their child is a abomination and an affront to religions everwhere, they try to get rid of them.

Balto Grim is gutter child trough and trough. He was thrown to the curb the second he was old enough to ask his mother ”What's a demon”. He found himself quickly absorbed into one of the many roving bands of orphans and plucky piranha like kids. As is always the way with these things, Baltam grew up to become a scoundrel and a criminal. When your entire moral compass is ”Money gets you bread” you tend to view the world with a different light. In his case, he saw the light of the guard lantern as the enemy approaching nad the smiles of the more fortunate as unbearable smugness.

So he made it his lifes work to rob them of all they owned. But he didn't want to hurt someone. At least not directly. Emotionally, yes, sure. Financially, goes without saying. But not by threat and violence. He would do it trough wit and guile instead. He'd outsmart those smug bastards and rise to the top.

Balto turned out to be very skilled at what he does. It came to him as natural as begging or running errands for mobsters. He said and did whatever came to mind. He improvised whole identies on the fly, talked people out of purse and belt. But with success comes confidence. And with confidence comes ego.

His scams grew bolder, and more extravagant. And then, he failed. He didn't just fail, he tried to scam a noble who was understandbly cross with him as a result. So cross in fact, that he brought the boy infront of the ”holy court”. A body of divine justice who really disliked Thieflings. However, this being his first transgression, he was let go alive. Under one condition. He had to repent. He had to serve the people. He had to become a guard.

The Elder Scrolls: Rage of the Waves

@Hank

Sounds good to me.

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I updated the charachter sheet with a Apperearence catagory.

@BlackSam3091@HeySeuss@Bourgeoisie@Jbcool@Heyitsjiwon@Chromane Figured I'd let you know it is up.

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@VitriolicQuill

Please do not post in the profile thread without approval!

Mass Effect: Borealis

Gunners seat, Borealis on route to the Omega System Mass Relay…

”When I come at you with my M11!” Drono sang as the tones of Turian Rap rang inside the cramped gunners seat of the Jalopy. ”I go pwip pwip while you go like shit! Shit!” He almost dropped a autowrench as he swung around still quoting the lyrics by heart. ” They call me the silencer!” He hollared to the techno beats of a very odd kind of rap that contained more clicking noises then not. It was something he had listened to from the moment he first picked up a gun. Drono wasn't big, scrappy yes but hardly a massive big brawly type. To him, turians were to damn imposing for their own good. They could stretch and lesser creaturs flinched on pure instinct. All that military swagger, that calm and collected way they talked. Velios non withstanding. Velios was like something taken out of rap lyrics. A big time killer and a hardcore thug.

No. What had gotten him over being the little guy was two things. A 'don't dance with the Drell' attitude and devouring everything turian, Krogan and Bartarian. Why those three races? Becouse Krogans were ass kickers, Bartarian were known thugs and Turians were as close as you got to a place where people were military by birth. He was a drell. If part of the Hedgemony, the drell were known to be taletned agents. But outside of that, nobody was afraid of a drell. They were quiet, contemplating, introverted beings who were model citizens.

Drono had refused to be model on the principle that he hated the idea of settling down. He had wanted adventure. And he had gotten it in spades. He had used slang he picked up from holotapes and music videos. He had forged himself a persona that was swaggering and quick talking. And soon enough, it had seeped into who he was. Now, Drono actually was that smooth talking, quick tempered, unpredictable ”Drell with a plan”. It had become his armor of sorts. All these little tricks and ticks. All these varius ways to turn a word or tweak the situation. But it was also his weakness. A lonely drell is a suffering drell his father always told him. They were big on communion. On spirituality.

The song switched. Another, heavier beat began to thump. He began singing again. "I open up like mass accellerator. Hit the gas, shoot out like comet , call me the creator. Go hard like a brrrt brrt pow pow. Work my flow like how.do.he. Doooo eiiiit”

He had bounced around for so long, he hardly remembered what home felt and smelled like. Well he could trough the eidic memory of all his kind. But his memories was of crawling over metal flore, of searing pain and smell of his own blood. Not of home.

The music continued to pump as he shut out the memories, the pain, the uncerteinty. Safe in his suit of turian swagger and krogan badass armor.

The Elder Scrolls: Rage of the Waves

@Hank / @constablewalrus

Are you ready to spelunking in a river of shit??

Mass Effect: Borealis

Drono can talk your gun off your belt and your belt into bed. Drono IS a criminal lest we forget. This is his jam. He dealt with people like this many a time. I mean, they are just fellow smugglers to him. He would be the perfect distraction/face of the sham.

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@Deserted put the character here in the ooc. Profile tab is only for finished and approved characters.

@Verdaux
I'll get some info up today.

@Bourgeoisie
Halfbloods are a thing :D