[Shepard likes to think — well he knows, rather, that he's an adaptable sort. There's nothing he doesn't think he can get used to and there's few things that throw him anymore. That being said, all of this is maybe just the tiniest bit...much.
The library seemed as good as any place to start to really get his bearings. It's frustrating that he can't just scan for the information he wants and the one book he's actually looking for is up high, but what are you gonna do?
Used to calling on his biotics for obstacles of this nature, Shepard raises his arm towards the book just out of reach intending to use them to lift it. What happens instead is a shadowy tendril creeps from underneath a nearby table and grabs at the book, yanking it down from the shelf and into his hands.
His brow arches.]
Uhh, okay.
A Hareful of Trouble
[As always, he was literally just walking by minding his own business, trying to find the most normal cafe where he could get a simple cup of coffee. One stop inside told him this wasn't the place, and he had been ready to about face and leave when the rabbits start growing. Growing. What is this bullshit, honestly? He hasn't been here long and he's already sick of it.
At the moment he's facing off against two giant rabbits that barely fit into the store anymore, looking about as done with this as he can be while store owners yell for the safe retrieval of their hares.]
Should have kept your eyes on them if you didn't want them to end up as rabbit's feet.
[Ugh, this would be easier if he were facing thugs and mercs he could shoot in the goddamn heads.]
Hot Fuzz Sundae
[Shepard's used to getting caught in the crossfire, but this is ridiculous. How can caramel be this sticky?]
Alright, now I'm definitely pissed off.
[Doubly pissed off if he's stuck to someone.]
Wildcard
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Shepard | Nyarlathotep
[Shepard likes to think — well he knows, rather, that he's an adaptable sort. There's nothing he doesn't think he can get used to and there's few things that throw him anymore. That being said, all of this is maybe just the tiniest bit...much.
The library seemed as good as any place to start to really get his bearings. It's frustrating that he can't just scan for the information he wants and the one book he's actually looking for is up high, but what are you gonna do?
Used to calling on his biotics for obstacles of this nature, Shepard raises his arm towards the book just out of reach intending to use them to lift it. What happens instead is a shadowy tendril creeps from underneath a nearby table and grabs at the book, yanking it down from the shelf and into his hands.
His brow arches.]
Uhh, okay.
A Hareful of Trouble
[As always, he was literally just walking by minding his own business, trying to find the most normal cafe where he could get a simple cup of coffee. One stop inside told him this wasn't the place, and he had been ready to about face and leave when the rabbits start growing. Growing. What is this bullshit, honestly? He hasn't been here long and he's already sick of it.
At the moment he's facing off against two giant rabbits that barely fit into the store anymore, looking about as done with this as he can be while store owners yell for the safe retrieval of their hares.]
Should have kept your eyes on them if you didn't want them to end up as rabbit's feet.
[Ugh, this would be easier if he were facing thugs and mercs he could shoot in the goddamn heads.]
Hot Fuzz Sundae
[Shepard's used to getting caught in the crossfire, but this is ridiculous. How can caramel be this sticky?]
Alright, now I'm definitely pissed off.
[Doubly pissed off if he's stuck to someone.]
Wildcard
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