Dead Patrol | OTA Thanks to an earlier warning, it's not too surprising to see corpses in Cadens. Shambling around. Angrily. On the one hand, this is horrifying, he should probably be way more disturbed by this. He should be repulsed by it all. But, on the other hand...
They aren't Husks, human or otherwise.
When you've seen corpses crawl over barricades, horrible fusions of machine and flesh, glowing eyes and gaping mouths, sometimes wearing a head you swore you could almost recognize? Regular moving dead bodies just turn into so much ambulatory meat.
Working with the local soldiers was just the natural next step. Especially since it got him handed a crossbow again. Any kind of weapon in his hand feels one hell of a lot better than patrolling with just his fists. Talons. Whichever.
Feel free to run into him as a team-up, a little zombie defense squad. Or maybe you're confronted by the shambling undead, and one of them suddenly sprouts a crossbow bolt in the middle of its face. Which it just sort of feebly bats at before another bolt takes off one leg at the kneecap.
"Scoped and dropped."
Garrus you don't have a scope.
Food Rot | OTA It's later on. After coming in from one such patrol. Just another normal evening, where Garrus happens to be trying to unwind and refuel before heading out tomorrow. But there's just one problem. Trying to taste anything results in a gag, and the hilarious sight of a turian, whose mouths really do not work that way, trying to spit out a bite of food.
No matter where he is - military barracks, bar, taking a break in an exercise ring, or just sitting outside with a snack from a vendor - the result is the same. Constantly.
As the days go on, sharp-eyed friends may notice the big guy's eating less and less. Until even drinking causes him to pull a face. No small feat when your face isn't nearly as mobile as a human's.
Either food or water, he will glance at whomever he's with. "Does this taste weird to you?"
AFFLICTED | Koth | OTA ... Of course, having friendships at this point in things is probably not a great thing. Sometime during all of this, coming in contact with Garrus will, for lack of a better word, cause a hallucination.
He has no idea. One moment, he's feeling like crap, the next, someone nearby is stock-still, wide-eyed and panicking. Maybe you're doing a workout with him. Maybe you're just walking and talking. Hell, maybe you're even on zombie patrol with him.
And then the Koth Affliction takes over. A vision of death.
"What's wrong! What's happening!"
Look, he's. Trying.
(( feel free to throw in a death vision, or if you want to play out the lead up, I'm game for that, too! ))
> Cadens
Thanks to an earlier warning, it's not too surprising to see corpses in Cadens. Shambling around. Angrily. On the one hand, this is horrifying, he should probably be way more disturbed by this. He should be repulsed by it all. But, on the other hand...
They aren't Husks, human or otherwise.
When you've seen corpses crawl over barricades, horrible fusions of machine and flesh, glowing eyes and gaping mouths, sometimes wearing a head you swore you could almost recognize? Regular moving dead bodies just turn into so much ambulatory meat.
Working with the local soldiers was just the natural next step. Especially since it got him handed a crossbow again. Any kind of weapon in his hand feels one hell of a lot better than patrolling with just his fists. Talons. Whichever.
Feel free to run into him as a team-up, a little zombie defense squad. Or maybe you're confronted by the shambling undead, and one of them suddenly sprouts a crossbow bolt in the middle of its face. Which it just sort of feebly bats at before another bolt takes off one leg at the kneecap.
"Scoped and dropped."
Garrus you don't have a scope.
Food Rot | OTA
It's later on. After coming in from one such patrol. Just another normal evening, where Garrus happens to be trying to unwind and refuel before heading out tomorrow. But there's just one problem. Trying to taste anything results in a gag, and the hilarious sight of a turian, whose mouths really do not work that way, trying to spit out a bite of food.
No matter where he is - military barracks, bar, taking a break in an exercise ring, or just sitting outside with a snack from a vendor - the result is the same. Constantly.
As the days go on, sharp-eyed friends may notice the big guy's eating less and less. Until even drinking causes him to pull a face. No small feat when your face isn't nearly as mobile as a human's.
Either food or water, he will glance at whomever he's with. "Does this taste weird to you?"
AFFLICTED | Koth | OTA
... Of course, having friendships at this point in things is probably not a great thing. Sometime during all of this, coming in contact with Garrus will, for lack of a better word, cause a hallucination.
He has no idea. One moment, he's feeling like crap, the next, someone nearby is stock-still, wide-eyed and panicking. Maybe you're doing a workout with him. Maybe you're just walking and talking. Hell, maybe you're even on zombie patrol with him.
And then the Koth Affliction takes over. A vision of death.
"What's wrong! What's happening!"
Look, he's. Trying.
(( feel free to throw in a death vision, or if you want to play out the lead up, I'm game for that, too! ))