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 NSFW/Explicit  Female x Male  Fandom  Romance  Science Fiction/Futuristic  One x One Roleplay I'm just here for the Pie

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Eyes, Nov 20, 2018.

  1. Eyes

    Eyes Just a goof Member

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    Notes/Synopsis::

    AU Mass Effect rp posing a few simple what ifs. What if the Reapers weren’t a thing? And what if Shepard wasn’t the N7 turned Spectre we all know and love and instead she had a much more humble profession? Garrus/Shepard cop/waitress gooooo~


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    TheWhiteQueen and Eyes​


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    “Vakarian, I don’t give a shit if he is criminal scum. We are not above the law, permission denied,” Executor Palen’s flanging growl bounced about the closed office like a small thunderstorm. He hadn’t even bothered to look at the enraged detective in front of his desk and in fact, continued to scan over the reports on his desk. The lighter colored turian let out a snarl of aggravation, fists clenched tight enough at his sides to numb his fingers.


    “Sir, we KNOW he is stealing information from our department and using it to protect his ‘friends’. He’s not even part of the force anymore! Why is he being allowed to continue being a security breach?” The detective demanded, eyes wild and mandibles flaring in clear agitation. It had been a while since he’d gotten this worked up in front of his superior and Palen’s indifference wasn’t helping anything at all.


    “If I fire the first human to be hired into c-sec I piss off the human ambassador and the rest of the hate mongers who still claim C-sec is racist against humans who are just watching and waiting for an incident that they can blow out of proportions. Don’t be foolish, Garrus. Thinking of the well being of the department is more important than some deadbeat leak. Besides, the council will never allow it and it will be my ass on the line,” The Executor finally looked up and his gaze was tired and bored. Vakarian swallowed back his rage. If anything the other man’s answer pissed him off even more, but he was toeing the fine line between making his concerns known and insubordination.


    “And if I find enough evidence that the council can’t say anything against us tossing him in a cell?” Garrus asked, voice still flanging heavily and displaying his displeasure despite his best efforts. Palen just gave him a stare that spoke volumes. The detective swallowed down the roar that threatened to surge from his throat and glared.


    “You are a great officer, Vakarian, but you’re a hothead and your misplaced ideals of justice are going to put you on the wrong end of the law one day.” The older turian stated warningly and Garrus just could not keep his mouth shut.


    “If the right side of the law protects people that break the law, it ISN’T the right side of the law anymore, Sir,”


    A stiff silence fell between them and neither of them moved and just sized each other up. After a long moment, the Executor sighed.


    “Stay away from Harkin, Vakarian. I’ll remove your rank and send you back to your father in disgrace if you push this. Now, get out of here. Cool off before you come back tomorrow,” He ordered and Garrus stiffened further, the flutters of anxiety tickling against his insides unpleasantly. He turned and left without bothering to salute. Palen wouldn’t give a shit one way or another. This was such a regular occurrence between them that the disrespect was expected. Granted, both of them also knew that Garrus was basically an annoying insect in Palen’s mindset most of the time.


    The detective stalked through the busy offices to the locker rooms, all but ripping his locker door off of it’s hinges. Trapped in his internal musings he angrily stripped out of his armored uniform and with effort made certain to carefully store it. Being upset didn’t excuse him from mistreating his gear. The other officer’s in the room gave him a wide berth. Garrus was a big man, even out of his armor and no one wanted to tangle with pissed off, seven foot tall predator. The fact that this specific predator happened to be the top of his hand to hand combat class definitely didn’t help. He shrugged on a wide necked, navy hooded top that draped around his broad shoulders loosely and left his neck exposed and a set of black slacks that hooked over his hip spurs before snagging his side arm and securing it in the concealed holster at the small of his back. By the time he had managed to get out of the C-Sec headquarters in the Presidium, he had mostly gotten a handle on his temper.


    Of course Palen would bring up Garrus’ father. The perfect cop. Disappointing dear old dad was not an option. Or at least, not an appealing one. They two of them barely got along as it was. Garrus being rejected from C-Sec would basically be like tossing a gallon of rynchol on the fire. It would make their relationship explode. Garrus took the long way home, staring at the scenery of the Citadel without really seeing it. Until he was stepping up to the elevator that would take him into the wards and his headset pinged him loudly with an electronic chirp.


    “We have a report of a disturbance at a diner near your location, Detective Vakarian. You are technically off duty, but you are closest,” A dispatcher reported in his ear and the turian was running before she finished speaking.


    “I’m on it,” He grunted out, bounding over topiary arrangements and dodging startled tourists. His omitool pulled up a hologram C-Sec emblem in front of his arm, that he held in front of himself to force people to stay out of his way.


    Well the bonus was that now maybe he would have a chance to release some of his frustration on some idiot. This day was starting to look better already.
     
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  2. TheWhiteQueen

    TheWhiteQueen Well-Known Member Member

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    “Jane,” Her name was uttered with the taut tension of a coiled spring. Though it did little more than made the red-haired woman’s shoulders tense beneath the baby blue material of her dress. The flexing of the lean muscles beneath making the white cuff of the short sleeves rise slightly. “Jane, please.” The flanging words came again in a whispered plea. Bright blues slide over to the Turian woman beside her, the silvery blue markings that line around her eyes and mandible a stark contrast against the darker brownish hue of her caprice. The taller woman only had her full attention for a moment before the retired soldier was back to glowering at the cause of unrest.


    Loud, boisterous voices echoed from the booth across from the dinners bar. To say the owner of the diner seemed to have a love affair with the old aesthetics you would see in the old vids. Before stumbling in this place herself a few years back she wouldn’t have thought anyone outside of earth might have seen something like them. No, this place looked like something pulled straight from a 1950’s movie. Checkered floors to the red vinyl seats. It made the waitresses in blue and white stand out like sore thumbs. Something the men is said booth had taken full advantage of as small Asari woman yelped as one of their hands contacted her backside after she had walked by. They were long done with their meals. The lot of them having stumbled in about an hour ago. Jane had naively assumed they were a bunch of drunks who wandered in from a bender to sober up before they stumbled home to the mister or misses. Though the posture, the walk, and the badly concealed pieces? Mercenary if they were lucky, goons if not. Though if the military taught her anything that is a very thin line. “I haven’t done nothing Dinara.”


    “No but you are thinking about it,” she hissed, grabbing the woman’s arm to turn her towards her. “Jane, let me handle it, it’s not the first time I’ve given someone the bum rush.” She tried to joke the subtle crinkling of her eyes being her best clue of the smile. “You just check on Nala, huh? I’ll go talk to them.” He chuckled more for her benefit then anything if Jane had to guess. She didn’t like it, not a bit. Jane glanced to the men, a mix of human and turian, three total with the numbers leaning towards the human end of it. “I got this.”


    Jane shrugged the arm off with a sigh, glancing away from the men to the young asari who went scurrying back into the kitchen. Poor skittish thing. “Alright, but yell if you need me.” She said crossing her arms, tension etched into every muscle as she looked toward the kitchen door. Shifting her weight from her left to her right leg. She self consciously tugging up a bit on the white knee high stocking of said leg to cover the imagined sliver of silver before she moved to the kitchen.


    “I’m sure I won’t, but thank you.”


    She didn’t like leaving the woman to fend for herself, but it wasn’t like she could argue. It wasn’t like the men have done anything other been drunk morons so Jane couldn’t go in swinging, but her gut didn’t find this right. Her gut didn’t lie. “Nala.” She called softly to the young purplish Asari who leaned against the freezer door, arms wrapped around herself.


    “J-Jane, hey, do you need something?”

    “No, but you-“ Jane couldn’t even get her best attempt at comfort before there was a loud crash from the front. “You need to stay here!” She ordered, grabbing the girl and nudging her into a sitting position behind the protruding wall of the where the freezer sunk farther back the cook needing no such coaxing as he ducked in beside her. “Don’t come out until I come to get you!” She ordered before she whirled with a speed that sent her right knee to ache. A quite whirl of the prosthetic being put to work all too loud to her as she bolted from the kitchen to find her boss on the floor rubbing the side of her face, and one of those brutes looming over. His hand hovering a little too close to his back for comfort.


    To call it satisfying would be an understatement when the cracking sound of shattering ceramic against skull was satisfying, to say the least. It had all been a matter of seconds before her hand had snatched one from the tower by the coffee station, and less than that before she had sent it soaring with a little biotic assistance into the man’s head. He stumbling back a few steps. It gave her the perfect amount of time to slide across the bar and to close the distance and clock the man square in the jaw, the distant scream of other patrons running out of the diner a distant sound. “Jane!”

    “Sorry boss!” She shrugged, yanking the man down and into a headlock, pulling his back tight against her chest as she used him as a shield against the other two men finally scrambling from their seats. “You looked like you could use a little help.” The impish smirk that followed did little to help her case.


    “You little bitch!” The man hissed, digging his fingers into her wrist that didn’t move an inch from its place in the side of his throat.


    It did little more than made her tighten her hold as she positioned him between her and the other men. “Listen here gentlemen, I’m sure the nice lady asked you to haul your sorry asses out of our place of business. So, either pick them up and get out or I’ll throw them out for her. Your choice.” She hissed nimble fingers already messing with the heat sink on the piece on the human man’s back as she watched how their eyes narrowed at her. Their choices clearly made as the turian slid out of the booth only to launch himself at her, only to be met by the man in her arms being kicked into him. Fuck, yeah she was going to feel that in the morning. The other two fought to recover from the dignified pile on the floor as the second man, all dark hair and scars as he swung at her. Hoping to clock her upside the jaw. Only for that punch to be met by a throw and she weaved to the left, reaching out for his wrist and with a tight hold with both hands and a hardy dose of momentum she twisted herself and threw him over her shoulder and straight into the door. The poor abused metal only sliding open after impact, he falling face forward into the ground. Blocking the door from closing again as he laid there, head spinning.


    It was in the moment, smirking at the image of the door continuously bouncing gently against the unconscious man’s shoulder as it tried to close in vain that the Turian got his bearing back and grabbed hold of her. “Do you have any idea who you are fucking with sweetheart?!” He hissed, a growl low and hissing in her ear as she felt her airway contracted under the pressure of his arm around her throat. Fuck she is rusty if he got her that quick.


    She struggled to try to lean forward as if she hoped to break free of the pressure on her throat. No, she didn’t know who she was fucking with and you know what? She didn’t care. You aren’t going to bully anyone in this diner. Not her boss, not the poor young girl who was barely an adult by asari standers and sure as hell weren’t going to fuck with her. He hadn’t been expecting for her to have been moving like that for him to lean after her only to be met by the back of her skull slamming back hard into his face. The shock of the pair startling as she saw stars for a moment. She didn’t let that make her lose momentum as she threw her elbow back catching his gut. “No, and you know what?” She hissed, vision clearing as she slid around him, slamming her white shoe into the small of his back sending him tumbling on top of his doorstop of a buddy. “I don’t fucking care, sweetheart.”
     
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  3. Eyes

    Eyes Just a goof Member

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    Vakarian followed the blinking line that marked his path through is visor at breakneck speed, taking full advantage of not having his armor on. He sprang up onto a walkway above the main bustle of foot traffic, earning startled gasps and chatter from the people not used to seeing a Turian actually putting their raptor like legs to use. The thick steel and leather of his boots chuffed against the pavement as he sprinted, hanging a right into one of the many restaurant and shopping districts on the presidium that bordered the entry ways to the lover levels. They were still considered relatively high class, but just right on the edge, so it wasn't all that uncommon for trouble to pop up in the area. He let out a grunt, freeing his side arm as the diner came in sight. Female human, held in a dangerous position by some jackass, a second perp already down and making a convenient doorstop, which would have been funny had the situation not been so serious.

    He picked up on the angry statement of "Do you have any idea who you are fucking with sweetheart?!" and brought his gun up in a two handed grip. The standard C-Sec warning was on the tip of his tongue when in a flash, the deceptively small woman incapacitated her attacker seamlessly. Well then. Garrus blinked, surprised by the red haired human's efficiency and he barely reigned in a chuckle at her response. Violent and snarky, huh? He could appreciate that. He holstered his weapon as he approached , blue eyes scanning over the scene carefully.

    "This is a pretty fancy doormat," The steel colored Turian drawled, carefully looking over the woman for any visible injury. He stepped on the growing pile of thugs that groaned unhappily so that he could join her inside, ducking a bit to clear the door he stated, "Detective Vakarian, C-Sec. I'd ask if you are in need of any assistance, but it seems like you can handle yourself."

    He noted a third man disjointedly trying to stand using a booth seat, a large bruise forming on the side of his face.

    "Stay on the ground, it will be better for you down there," Garrus warned, ignoring the grumbled curses about fucking cops. The sound of C-Sec hover cars pulling up blared loudly from outside and Garrus turned his attention to the rest of the diner's patrons, " Sorry folks, I'll have to ask you all to remain calm and in your seat. We'll get this mess sorted quickly and after we get everyone's statements, you can go about your business."

    Garrus stepped aside as a few officers rushed inside, a couple others cuffing the duo in the doorway.

    "Are you injured at all?" He asked, voice losing the playful tone and filling with a gentle concern as he looked down at her, gesturing for Jane to take a seat so that he could begin getting her statement. The trio at this point had been cuffed and loaded into one of the cars and a paramedic team had shown up to begin making their rounds.
     
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  4. TheWhiteQueen

    TheWhiteQueen Well-Known Member Member

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    Jane was making a quick sweeping glance of the room. Satisfied to find her first victim still struggling on the ground. Hah even having to dial back her regiment the last few years, she could still knock a grown man down. Though the biotic boost behind that initial hit with the mug likely helped a lot. Fuck she did discharge her biotics, didn’t she? Welp, that’s likely going to go into whatever police report if the C-sec made their way over any time soon. She watched for a moment as the man reminded her of a flailing fish thrown on the dock of a boat. Three concussions in less than ten minutes. New record if she said so herself. Damn these guys were bad, or just that drunk.


    Her reveries as she tried to seek out where her boss had gone was pulled back to the present as her eyes fell on the doorway as a tall, steel colored turain made his way up to the doorway. A cautious smirk finding its way on her lips at his comment. Most of the time these days she gets a ‘what the fuck do you think you're doing’ or screams of shock, not someone appreciating how she cleaned up a mess. It was nice even if she was cautious of who he was. The fact he was a he was easy enough to tell, she’s only been living on the citadel for a few years, but the difference between male and female of the species was pretty stark despite what some humans would claim. The female's faces were smooth, rounder and mandibles less pronounced. This turian was sharp angles through and through.


    Her brow quirked a little higher as he introduced himself as C-sec. That made the humor even further out of place, though this probably wasn’t his first time answering a disturbance. An amused snerk escaped her as the men groaned under his weight as he stepped on them to clear the threshold. Okay, maybe he doesn’t have that collective stick up his ass. Took about three years but hey a nice surprise is a nice surprise.


    It was a whirl of motion after that, her arms crossing reflexively as she shifted her weight to her left leg, a welcome relief off her prosthetic. The rushing noise of c-sec cruisers filling the quiet atmosphere, the replica jukebox in the corner quite for once as men and women in the c-sec dark blues and blacks. The chatter of the remaining patrons who had been ducking in their seats now righted and watching curiously as the three men were arrested. Dinara, the owner of the Blue Rose Dinner, was already pulled aside behind the white-topped dinner bar by a c-sec officer. Talking animatedly with her hands. The way her mandibles flared a good sign she was not happy.


    “Hm?” Jane blinked, bright blue eyes sliding back to look up at the blues of the detective in front of her. “No, no I’m fine.” She sighed, tucking some of her shoulder-length red hair behind her ear, grimacing a bit as a few tangled strands pulled on the gold stud in her ear. Shit, she forgot to take those out before charging in didn’t she? They were going to be a pain to get untangled from her hair later. She trying to not put a lot of weight on her right leg as she let him lead her over to one of the empty booths to sit. The tinted windows a comfort. It let you see the darkening world outside but didn’t let it see in. “They didn’t exactly put up that much of a fight. Just pushed my leg a bit is all.” A nice parting gift from the Alliance. A piece of machinery to replace the lower half of her right leg. Without synthetic skin to hide it and more than a few updates behind the curve. It was a kind way to say cheap and outdated. The soft whirl of the servos adjusting and working at overtime was a dull roar in her ears.


    “Not that they didn’t start shit before I got involved. They were just pathetic and more than a little drunk.” She added a bit defensively, smoothing down her white apron. That little white-capped headband of her uniform having fallen out at some point. She didn’t make it a frequent habit to tangle with c-sec. Yeah had a few regulars that would slide in on their lunch break, mostly human ones that got nostalgic for earth or found out about Sheiras, Dinara bond mates, pies. Now that was what kept this place on the map as far as Jane was concerned. It wasn’t just because she was addicted to the apple pie. Though she might have gotten mixed up in a fight or two when she first landed on the station fresh out of the Alliance and more than a little angry at the hand she had been dealt. “And, before you ask for the report, yes I did discharge my biotics for all of a millisecond, but that they and my amp are registered at alliance veteran affairs and the human embassy records under Jane Shepard.” The fuck she was going to get bit in the ass over that one.
     
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  5. Eyes

    Eyes Just a goof Member

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    The turian cocked his head slightly at the sound of something electronic coming from her that didn't sound like any implant he could recall. Well it wasn't really his business, he thought, settling with a huff in the booth across from the woman. Now that much of the excitement was over, he took the time to actually look at the human, something he'd only done a cursory job of previously out of habit. Memorizing basic important features, especially with aliens was one of those ingrained behaviors embedded into most C-Sec officers. She was, interesting. Her hair was unusual, or at least, he assumed it was. He'd never encountered a human with hair a few shade brighter than human blood. There was something striking about it against her pale skin that made her seem exotic. Well, more exotic than humans already were, he supposed. But no, there was something he was missing. Intelligent blue eyes, soft, moon shaped features, sure of herself, if not very confident in others. She was familiar somehow, but he couldn't quite place it.

    His mandibles ticked thoughtfully and he gave her a sideways grin, the sharp points of his teeth flashing a bit at her unimpressed assessment of the three thugs. Her leg? Ah, a prosthetic. That would explain the whirring.

    "Well of course, pathetic and drunk are basically behavior requirements for most assholes," He snarked as he pulled up the recording device on his omni tool that flared to life around his right arm. Yes, he was left handed. He was readying up the report information only to freeze when she stated her name. His mandibles pulled tight against his face and it felt as though his stomach had fallen out of his ass. Jane Shepard? His eyes focused on her with surprise, his pupils dialing down to pin pricks like a bird's as he roved over her features again. First there was shock. What in the name of the spirits was Commander fucking Shepard doing waiting tables in a diner of all things!? Next her felt nerves swarming his system and in an effort to disperse said nerves, he reacted with humor, " Well no wonder they weren't a problem for you, Commander. They probably picked literally the worst waitress on the citadel to harass."

    His voice flanged heavily, a sign of his inner fanboy getting out of hand and he cleared his throat, suddenly feeling awkward and stupid in front of a woman who on a good day could probably feed him his own ass with barely a sweat. Especially since he'd be too busy gushing over the fact she was doing it to fight back. He had so many questions. Why was the hero of the Skillian blitz, a decorated and honored, N7 operative for the human alliance here of all places? But those questions weren't relevant to the job and he forced himself to focus.

    "Let's start from the beginning, Commander. What started everything. I'll be starting the recording now, alright?" He asked, the orange glow of his omni tool doing wonderful things to her hair as he settled his arm on the table between them. The Turian swallowed. He'd followed her career pretty closely. Human's weren't often something that Turians in general paid any mind to, but Shepard was an exception. She was the living embodiment of a perfect soldier, a hero, and even Turians had to give credit where it was due. It had been a while since her injury and he'd seen nothing of her since, save for the occasional recruitment ad. And now here she was in the flesh, in front of him and he felt like he couldn't get enough air.
     
  6. TheWhiteQueen

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    The coiled tension that had taken up residence in her shoulders that night loosened as she slowly relaxed, even if it was only a little. She wasn’t getting a lecture so she was calling this better than her few run-ins with the c-sec. It had morphed from the confusion at his pausing. It was subtle. Like many things she’s come to notice when it comes to turain body language. She damn well wouldn’t call herself an expert of any means when it comes to reading them as a species but Dinara has given her plenty of practice, and she’s pretty sure the little thing he’s doing with mandible is the turain equivalent of a human clenching their jaw. It was at times a little hard to tell some apart, small differences, something difficult for those not used to picking out the small thing.


    Though this detective was a good contrast to the blue of the markings on his face. It stood out starkly and if she was honest in an aesthetically pleasing way. Blue on silver. It’s what lead her to notice his eyes were blue as well. She hadn’t notice at first. A tall figure of sharp edges and predator grace as he had maneuvered into the diner. She had been more concern to take in if he was a new threat. Training that died hard. Though now she had a moment to take in the smaller details, she doesn’t believe she’s met another with eyes that color. She almost missed it at first due to his visor, a brushing of it being a trick of light due to the blue of the holographic screen. Something she very quickly discovered was a bad assessment. Was that a rarity?


    Her posture pulled up a little straighter at the use of her rank. She takes a glance at his Omni tool, her brow quirking up for a second curiously before glancing up at his eyes. How the hell did he know that? Alliance soldier, humans, that she can get. The Skillian Blitz didn’t exactly leave her an anonymous soldier. That wasn’t her only story though, not the only mission that got dicey and she had nothing but skill and wits to come out of it. She knew what she was once upon a time. Though why a random detective on the Citadel knows who she is had her more than a little confused. His complement, placing a wary smile that pulling on her cupids bow lips. She was surprised when a small chuckle escaped her. Okay yeah, been a while since someone has said something like that. The hostility falling from her features as she laced her fingers on the table, leaning forward a bit.


    “It’s fine detective.” She said shifting a bit in her seat, glancing at the Omni tool again. “They came stumbling in around twenty past nineteen hundred hours. Not uncommon we get someone who’s had a few too many to come wandering in to try and sober up.” She gives a one-shoulder shrug. “So they were fine at first, little loud but that isn’t a crime. The big guy was carrying a gun, but he kept his hands away from it and holstered. That didn’t make me happy but if he didn’t start anything I wasn’t going to do more then watch him. It’s when they started harassing the kid.” She nods her head towards the lanky asari wringing the edge of her apron as she stood off close to the kitchen door, her purple hue standing out against the eggshell blue of the walls.


    “She’s sweet but skittish, painfully shy really. She’s gotten better than when she started but they decided to have fun with that. Said some shit about her figure.” Her tone taking a harsh edge. “I was going to just take over the table for her but then they decided to get handsy with her. The last slap on the ass sent her running to the kitchen and I was waiting for an excuse to throw them out. Dinara, the owner, was doing her best to talk me out of just blasting them out the nearest window and insisted on kicking them out herself.” Okay, maybe she was getting too comfortable if she was admitting to an officer of the law that she was planning assault. Her comfortable? Now that was an odd feeling if there ever was one to come out of tonight. “I went to Check on Nala, though I was in the back for all of two minutes before I heard a crash and a came out to investigate. Dinara was on the ground and tall, dark and stupid was looming over her with his hand going for his piece. Things escalated from there.” It took all she had to not preen a little. She missed being in the thick of it, that she knew but it was nice to shake off the rust.
     

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