{Darude Sandstorm Intensifies}

[thearchangel]

Who: Garrus Vakarian & Open To All
When: March
Where: Cadens + Horizon
What: Catch all comedy for March and the prelude!
Warnings: None - will warn in thread headers if necessary


Happy to throw up a custom starter if anyone would like! | redfirelight | Cadens Starters | Horizon Starter

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[restingstitchface]

Eyes glance, curiosly and cautiously, at the canteen. His mind questions desires, motives and reasons, the aims of such friendliness. Befriending someone, helping them out of pity, priming them for questions or favours. But his fingers are already reaching out - his sheepish expression betraying his mood as he claims the canteen.

Seconds pass while he unscrews the lid. This man is regimented, communicative, rooted in his community. Perhaps his kindness is to feel secure?

"Thanks. This weather isn't par for the course where I'm from."

[thearchangel]

"I had a hunch - your Domain was a lot less sandy in general."

Which brings up another point.

"Speaking of, how's it holding up? Ours is in the middle of a blizzard. Whole ship feels like it's going to blow over."

It's curiosity that brings it up. That, and what he and Shepard had seen in the Horizon, those menacing storm clouds hadn't meant anything good, he's sure. If they can all pool their information, they can figure something out, most likely.

[restingstitchface]

"Well, this probably sounds excessive to a guy like you, but it looks like hell."

Crane stops looking around - at strangers and situations - and turns his gaze on Garrus. His Horizon hasn't fared better. Storms, blizzards, hail that rattles the windows.

"I guess that's your kind of place?"

[thearchangel]

"Yeah, that's what I'm hearing from other people..."

Stormy hell. It's disconcerting. Especially with what they saw. He chuckles a little, shaking his head.

"I hate cold, to be honest with you." He complained about it endlessly whenever they had to slog through any kind of chill. "It seems like it's spread over everyone's Domain. And I don't like what that implies..."

[restingstitchface]

His smile vanishes and his brows knot in thought. It takes effort to change, requires power to enforce it upon others. He wrinkles his nose and stares at nothing and nobody. The time for jokes is over.

"Some external influence? One strong enough to enforce change?"

The only question on his mind is how can that power be used?

"Yes, I can see why that would trouble you. But there's no point in worrying is there? Do you understand what I mean, Garrus?"

Give into the fear and you will be paralysed and unable to do anything.

[thearchangel]

"That's our theory. But neither of us are familiar enough with how this place works to really decide anything definite."

He's been asking around. Frankly, he's about as sensitive to all this magic as a rock. Sure, he's worked on it, but it doesn't come naturally. It's frustratingly difficult.

"Hah." There's not exactly humor in that sound. Or amusement. "I'm not sure I'd call it worrying. Being cautious, maybe. Curious, sure." But bad things going on with a supernatural, powerful force really doesn't bode well, in his limited experience. "Best to ask around, get some perspectives, before we start deciding to bunker down."

[restingstitchface]

Crane hardly looks mirthful. Quiet, thoughtful, considerate. His face is inexpressive, masking his curiosity. For what will happen and what people will do.

"Yes it is. Though this weather has possibly made that decision for us."

He looks around. People huddle together, fight for space. What people will do, indeed.

[thearchangel]

"Fair point there."

A glance around too, his expression pulled tight over his facial plating. A scowl, really, uncertain, worried.

"More reason to keep it to ourselves for now. Until we know for sure what's going on."

[restingstitchface]

"That sounds wise."

Crane glances around - one final inspection of their surroundings.

"Do you want to find a seat? One of us looks like a man who's about to fall apart."

And from the look he sends Garrus's way, it's obviously not himself. But maybe he's joking.

[thearchangel]

"Hey, I'm fine. My face always looks this good."

He's joking, if nothing else. Garrus Vakarian, master of the brushoff through self depreciation. Still, it's probably for the best, considering how many people are crowding around. The less floor space they take up, the more room there is for others.

So he nods in the direction of a couple benches, out of the way.