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genessia2017-01-25 12:05 am
reachnotflexibility) wrote in genessia2017-01-25 12:05 am
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[Action] A New Arrival in Town
[Garrus has been in many strange situations before. He's been in many strange cities, hell, many strange planets , but Genessia might take the dextro-based cake. To be stuck somewhere, unable to get away even by ship? It was weird, even for his standards. There were races he had never even heard. Every city was remarkably different, even technology-wise, and in Nova City, the place he had decided to call home a few days ago, a young girl - a human (nothing wrong with that, but it was odd since they didn’t even have a spot on the Council yet) - seemed to be in charge. He had followed her instructions, albeit warily, and, well, they were right. Everything she said seemed to be true, from the housing to the pendants - he had checked. He'd be impressed if he weren't used to Shepard. But those days were long gone.
Living in a city meant finding a source of income and, well, Garrus was never one for peace and quiet. He briefly considered joining the police there, but memories of too much Red Tape in C-section haunted him, so he decided against that. He had read a list of bounties, though, and he had fortunately been transported with his Archangel helmet. He'd slipped it on before ducking out of his building , intending to introduce the vagabonds to the new vigilante in town when he happened to pass a man attacking a woman in an ally. He shrugged. A crime was a crime. He reached for his assault rifle before realizing he didn't know the city's rules on the matter - he was here to solve problems not start them. He cracked his neck. It had been awhile since he had had a good spar.
A few minutes and a disappointing fight later, an unconscious mugger was slung over his shoulder. Not knowing where to bring him, he headed off in the direction he thought led to the Guardian’s office, the body of the man thrown over his shoulder. After a few wrong turns, he finally arrived at the right place, opened the door, and strode into the lobby.]
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((ooc: While this is aimed towards people currently in the Guardian's building, other people may interact with him on his way there so long as they do not prevent him from reaching the office since this was a quasi-planned thing.))
Living in a city meant finding a source of income and, well, Garrus was never one for peace and quiet. He briefly considered joining the police there, but memories of too much Red Tape in C-section haunted him, so he decided against that. He had read a list of bounties, though, and he had fortunately been transported with his Archangel helmet. He'd slipped it on before ducking out of his building , intending to introduce the vagabonds to the new vigilante in town when he happened to pass a man attacking a woman in an ally. He shrugged. A crime was a crime. He reached for his assault rifle before realizing he didn't know the city's rules on the matter - he was here to solve problems not start them. He cracked his neck. It had been awhile since he had had a good spar.
A few minutes and a disappointing fight later, an unconscious mugger was slung over his shoulder. Not knowing where to bring him, he headed off in the direction he thought led to the Guardian’s office, the body of the man thrown over his shoulder. After a few wrong turns, he finally arrived at the right place, opened the door, and strode into the lobby.]
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((ooc: While this is aimed towards people currently in the Guardian's building, other people may interact with him on his way there so long as they do not prevent him from reaching the office since this was a quasi-planned thing.))