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thisavrou_log2016-05-01 09:04 pm
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Entry tags:
- *event,
- all about j: j,
- danger days killjoys: the girl,
- death note: l (crau),
- mass effect: clone shepard,
- mcu: wanda maximoff,
- metal gear: kazuhira miller,
- mushishi: ginko,
- npc | ben,
- npc | thán,
- red vs blue: agent texas,
- star wars: luke skywalker,
- star wars: rey,
- tron: rinzler (crau),
- undertale: frisk,
- undertale: mettaton,
- x-men movies: peter maximoff
( may event log )
Who: Everyone
When: May 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Amissis-Re
What: The crew finds themselves visiting the very barren planet of Amissis-Re.
Warnings:None, but please label your content!
When: May 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Amissis-Re
What: The crew finds themselves visiting the very barren planet of Amissis-Re.
Warnings:None, but please label your content!
E V E N T L O G |
"the trees rustle in the evening when we stand uneasy before our own thoughts."
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For a few moments the place was silent, but for the whirring of fans and the clacking of plastic on plastic as Niko typed. It was a little painful to watch at first - it seemed slow and painstaking and noisy, and there were occasional moments where she wanted to reach over and shake the keyboard like that might somehow make it respond more quickly.
She had zoned out a little watching when Niko spoke again, started a little, standing up straight for a moment behind him and taking a quick, nervous glance around the shop. Part of who she was now seemed to be the occasional obsessive need to check spaces, even when nothing was happening in them.
"Right." This time she leaned on the desk next to him, back on the barrier between Niko's computer and the empty one next to him. It was a longish process. She stopped and started, changed her mind about sentences in the middle of saying them. But eventually they got somewhere.
Dear Milica,
I wish we could have met under more normal circumstances than this - or met at all, really - but I'm glad I get to say something to you all the same. I'm Tali. I've known Niko over a year now, and I want to tell you how he's been there for me the whole time we've known each other, and how he's my family, and that I love him. I'd love to go into detail, because I'm sure you'd want to know. But you know how great he is, and he's probably embarrassed writing this in English for me already.
Don't worry - we'll keep each other out of trouble. He'll be fine. Please don't worry about him too much. He's told me about you, though - I know you will anyway. He's lucky to have you, wherever we end up.
She paused there. "If this was to a quarian I'd end with 'Keelah Se'lai', but... I guess you can just end with my name."
Her voice had been slowly taking on more of a faint rasp with the amount of talking she'd been doing, and now that the only sounds weren't her speaking quietly and Niko tapping the keys, there was an emptiness to the space around them.
"Is all that OK?" In the end her words had appeared on the screen as gibberish to her. She trusted Niko to have turned it into something legible.
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For a year now, he'd done this. It was what kept him going on the Nehada, and gave him time to work out his intentions on the Moira.
He stopped typing, looking at the bulk of the text. Smeared his hand down his mouth. This was the last time. After this, it would be over. Writing her would be useless, and he had to count on Roman to take care of her, that she would believe in him as she always did. Some things in the universe remained consistent, and his mother's good heart would be one of them. Breaking it? A sin. There was guilt in that, as much as there was hope in the words they just typed.
He took too long a span, like he needed to absorb this. Remember the moment. Or just triple check the words.
He typed Keelah Se'lai and hit send.