1. I’m Out of My Head - July 12th, Evening- Closed to Saren
There’s little drifts of snow flakes gently fluttering past the window when the door to the condo opens again. A brief moment of peculiar silence follows suit- then the hiss of the door closing again.
Of note: Nihlus can move soundlessly when he wanted to, but he rarely ever did in his own living space. The other Spectre had also gone out to get some groceries and there was a distinct lacking in any sounds of rustling bags. In fact, he hadn’t announced his return to Saren over either the TAB or the omni-tool, something the chatty and communicative Spectre usually went out of his way to do.
“Saren?”
That, however, is his voice. And if Saren turns around, he will see Nihlus plucking a mug out of the cupboards, back turned to him.
“D’you want some tea?”
2. Of My Heart and My Mind - July 12 Onwards, Misc. Locations - OTA
Have you breathed in Nihlus’ general direction for more than a minute that one time? Or are you just in the hot and sexy age range of 25-1000+++ and generally are mentally and physically an adult?
Well, now you will have a strange... presence hanging around you. Maybe you’ll see glimpses of white stripes and a long fringe out of the corner of your eyes, caught out in an empty little spot somewhere around Savrou.
If he’s really familiar with you though, you’re getting… a surprise. In the form of a dark shape draped lazily across the nearest piece of furniture like some kind of stray cat that’d managed to sneak in past your legs when you opened the door and was currently surveying its new domain.
And if you don’t have any furniture, well, that’s not going to do much to deter it. It’s just less surveying and more vaguely judging from a cozy, dark corner of the room.
The moment you walk into his line of sight though, all of the Turian’s sharp attention suddenly hones in on you, emerald eyes gleaming with something a little… unsettling.
“Well, hello.”
3. 'Cause You Can Run but You Can’t Hide - July 18th, Ingress Complex - Closed to Shepard
“Shepard?”
It’s a gentle, tentative call that floats up from the acid burnt gape in the door. The sound of heavy boots deliberately loud against flooring as the presence picks its way carefully through the remnants of the Normandy Security’s headquarters.
Thunk.
Thunk.
There’s something off to the footsteps though. There’d been something off with the voice too, just a little out of sync somehow, but too minute to properly quantify. Will she hear it?
The footsteps slow to a stop in front of the door and she will catch a familiar flash of dark brown and pale stripes. The easy drape of loose civilian clothing.
“Jane?”
Those eyes however? They’re a glossy, endless, liquid black.
warning for potential NSFW!
There’s little drifts of snow flakes gently fluttering past the window when the door to the condo opens again. A brief moment of peculiar silence follows suit- then the hiss of the door closing again.
Of note: Nihlus can move soundlessly when he wanted to, but he rarely ever did in his own living space. The other Spectre had also gone out to get some groceries and there was a distinct lacking in any sounds of rustling bags. In fact, he hadn’t announced his return to Saren over either the TAB or the omni-tool, something the chatty and communicative Spectre usually went out of his way to do.
“Saren?”
That, however, is his voice. And if Saren turns around, he will see Nihlus plucking a mug out of the cupboards, back turned to him.
“D’you want some tea?”
2. Of My Heart and My Mind - July 12 Onwards, Misc. Locations - OTA
Have you breathed in Nihlus’ general direction for more than a minute that one time? Or are you just in the hot and sexy age range of 25-1000+++ and generally are mentally and physically an adult?
Well, now you will have a strange... presence hanging around you. Maybe you’ll see glimpses of white stripes and a long fringe out of the corner of your eyes, caught out in an empty little spot somewhere around Savrou.
If he’s really familiar with you though, you’re getting… a surprise. In the form of a dark shape draped lazily across the nearest piece of furniture like some kind of stray cat that’d managed to sneak in past your legs when you opened the door and was currently surveying its new domain.
And if you don’t have any furniture, well, that’s not going to do much to deter it. It’s just less surveying and more vaguely judging from a cozy, dark corner of the room.
The moment you walk into his line of sight though, all of the Turian’s sharp attention suddenly hones in on you, emerald eyes gleaming with something a little… unsettling.
“Well, hello.”
3. 'Cause You Can Run but You Can’t Hide - July 18th, Ingress Complex - Closed to Shepard
“Shepard?”
It’s a gentle, tentative call that floats up from the acid burnt gape in the door. The sound of heavy boots deliberately loud against flooring as the presence picks its way carefully through the remnants of the Normandy Security’s headquarters.
Thunk.
Thunk.
There’s something off to the footsteps though. There’d been something off with the voice too, just a little out of sync somehow, but too minute to properly quantify. Will she hear it?
The footsteps slow to a stop in front of the door and she will catch a familiar flash of dark brown and pale stripes. The easy drape of loose civilian clothing.
“Jane?”
Those eyes however? They’re a glossy, endless, liquid black.