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Thread: Joining the Suns (for Skylar)

Ah, there it was. The racism. To be honest I doubt you have seen all human fighters. I will admit several are not the best, and very many are bad, but for a culture that is not entirely predicated on war, we do well. Honestly we have more in common with your people and Salarians more corrupt than full of battle prowess against others. There was a cynical smirk after he finished. When his drink arrived he took a sip, You have to realize humans are a very egocentric race. I am sure many are like that-at first. Perhaps it is just more prevalent with us. It is a hard time when your way of life is shattered you are no longer the most important one, your religion that has centered just on you is now meaningless if you think about it...or truer than ever and all aliens are inferior because your imaginary friend made you in his image. That equates for some of it Humans underestimate other races. Vorcha are simple and target practice, Turians are uppity and cruel, Asari are feminazis, the list goes on and on. It's retarded, but it hurts a lot of them a lot less than thinking maybe we're equal. Maybe I'm not so special, which is the truth. With stupidity comes mistakes. It has been years, so many years, but too many people cling to it. His drink was now half finished, I'm talking too much, but I am just trying to explain. Humans are cruel, tortuous beings. We prey on ourselves relentlessly, or used to more before we saw other races. We are much like the Krogan in that respect, only less honorable about it. So, pretty much, many humans suck because of egos and idiocy fostered by a willful ignorance to assert fragile paradigms of identity. When asked about where he learned to fight he shrugged, If it is okay with you I'll just keep that to myself. Let's just allow my results to speak for themselves, okay? Besides, with an attitude that I'm a waste of space I'm afraid you'll use it against me, BOSS.
Thread: Joining the Suns (for Skylar)

The turian listened to his miniature speech with a bemused smile. Defiance. Absolutely delicious. Its like he's given this lecture a thousand times, he jested to himself in the privacy of his own mind. His smirk didn't waver even through that turians were 'Uppity and cruel' part, because honestly he of all people could understand that. Andros shrugged. Well, at least you actually know what you're talking about, he said with a soft chuckle. I, for one, am honestly one rough commander when it comes to battle. So you better live up to what you've set. He smirked, downing half of his second drink with a erratic breath as he exhaled the strong, alcoholic aftertaste. That's fine with me Jaidev. I respect that. Just no funny business when it gets down to combat, alright? I expect you to do better than you did during the recruiting, the turian said with a halfhearted shrug. Of course, your real battle skills are yet to be seen. Honestly, I cannot wait to see how you fight in the real deal. I'm fairly eager, he said with a wholehearted grin. Twas' true, Andros was indeed very glad to have this recruit into the Blue Suns. He showed potential unlike any other he'd seen in recent times. Recruitment had been rather slow. But back to the matter of business here, he said laxly. So, Jaidev. What were you doing before the Blue Suns, eh? the turian asked curiously. Andros was indeed interested in getting to know the human, as he seemed interesting enough to draw out a chat or two on occasion. Better than screwing around and patrolling about a Suns base.
Thread: Joining the Suns (for Skylar)

Ah, I see you are still trying to get to my past? Curious for someone who hates humans. Why such an interest in me? Afraid I'll end up taking your job or hurting you? To be honest I was an untrained biotic who was such a danger to himself and others that I was sent to Else Military Biotic Holding Ward when I was four. I didn't gain competent sentience until I was twenty, in that year I devoured all knowledge of every species histories, languages, etiquette, and culture. I then spent seven years honing my killing powers by hunting down rogue villain Rachnai. His delivery was completely deadpan, a silence held in the air to assess how Andros would take it. I've just survived. Off the books mercenary, biotic trainer, less...favorable positions, whatever would get me money enough to scrape by. I spend my time laying low. If you stay off radars you don't get killed. If Jaidev would give emotions there would be traces of having a life way more exciting than it should have been. He wasn't an expert at Turian ages but he guessed Andros was a bit younger than him-a few years maybe-but still had that bravado, the feeling of freedom and power belonging to such a group brought. There was more, of course, if he was getting everything correct. His drink was gone with the sweet alcohol tendrils racing through his body thanks to it. Muscles relaxed visibly even with such an open racist right next to him. How about you, boss? What have you done before you joined the Suns? You look pretty young, what are you, twenty-two, twenty-four? You must be a big badass to get where you have so quickly.
Thread: Joining the Suns (for Skylar)

Andros smirked and shrugged. Flattery. I'm twenty three, he said, waving it off like it was nothing. I'm no badass, just... just have practice with this stuff. I was born into a Blue Suns family. My mom worked constantly off world and my dad was in the Blue Suns. I was born a marksman. I've been handling rifles since year six, he said, finishing his drink. The effects of the alcohol were hardly dabbing the surface of Andros, whom of which ordered another drink. I was trained to take my father's spot when he died. I turned out even better than him from the start. Age ten and I was learning how to handle anti-matter precision rifles and the likes. Fifteen and I was almost a master of close quarters as well. Yes, I've come a long way, though I hav an advantage most don't. Being born as a Blue Sun. When it comes to rank though, my history didn't matter. Only my skill got me to where I stand today. Andros fondled the Carnifex on his leg. So, yeah. I'm better with long range than close, though an Adrenaline Rush kicks arse when in close range... able to land multiple head-shots in seconds. It often does come in handy, Andros said.
Thread: Joining the Suns (for Skylar)

It wasn't entirely flattery. I'm not great with Turian, Asari, or Krogan ages. Asari because who knows, Krogans because who cares, and Turians because you bastards never. Ever. Show. It. His tone had changed inflection slightly, not with any hostility or humor, just somehow different. Perhaps this was his try at humor. If so he had a long, long way to go. That is interesting. He began to feel jealous of Andros. Having been sold into virtual slavery by his own parents had relegated him to many years of uncommon living. True, he was as much if not more of a breathing weapon than the Turian sitting next to him but he also hadn't lived like Andros had. There hadn't been anyone beside him complimenting him on his shots or someone telling him how to best throw a punch. He had seen the same woman looking down at him each time he came back from a mission and saying just loud enough he could hear Didn't have the decency to die. You are really lucky, having a family like that. Many people have to pay exorbitant amounts of money to have what you have. Bartender, one chilled Sagittarius please. Jaidev exhaled as he looked at the dance floor above them. It seemed to be a great song or DJ or maybe some Face had come and it was time to be seen. I'm sorry for getting in. I'm sure you'd much rather be charming that Turian gal that worked out so well instead of some old human guy. Anyway, is this when you pull a gun on me and decide I'm more trouble than I'm worth?
Thread: Joining the Suns (for Skylar)

The turian burst into general laughter. Kill you? I'm afraid even that would be hard, even for me to kill you. No, you are every bit as worth it as the trouble packaged with you. He smirked softly. Totally switching subjects, No, we don't show age. We're too lazy. Andros gave a grin and bottomed his... fifth drink now? He had lost count after... two, maybe? Not that it mattered he could take alcohol like it was candy and have no problem. Quite honestly, I don't care to go off charming girls. It's just not an idea that appeals to me, he said. One minute, you look at a girl like she's the reward for all your efforts. Next, she dismisses everything you've done for her and leaves you in the dust, moving onto the next guy she'll disappoint. He expression faltered for a moment as he took a sip from his newest drink. One would honestly think that quite frankly, he was drunk by now. Far from it, actually But no. I think a night out is just what I need, he said, relaxing in his chair. Getting away from duties for a little bit. Andros shifted his gaze to the human once more. Anything you'd like to do?
Thread: Joining the Suns (for Skylar)

Jaidev listened to the minute rant about women. It sounded like the typical male bravado about the 'fairer' sex that many humans had come to abandon a while back. After seeing Krogan, Asari, and Turian women kicking ass across the galaxy keeping your own women behind the lines was retarded. The misogyny bred into the culture had taken longer to go away and still held prominence in many ways of thinking. I see. No offense, boss, but I am not sure hanging out with an openly racist Turian is the best bet for a night out on the town. I am glad you were open with that, but hostilities have a way of being raised and I'd rather live the rest of my life away from vapid hatred that boils down to insecurities. In that insult there was a small grain of a hint about Jaidev's life, if the Turian was capable enough to catch it and not get insulted. He finished off his drink before sending the tab to his credit holdings, the digital currency whittled away to pay for actual services. It seemed so arbitrary-just made up rules to keep all the children playing nice unless they decided they wanted more made up currency to lord over the other players in the game. His small introspective epiphany shattered as he deigned to go back to reality. Thank you for the offer though, boss.
Thread: Joining the Suns (for Skylar)

Andros managed to catch the hint without taking too large portion of the insult personally. Finishing down his seventh and final drink, he paid for his stuff and stood. Yes, well, I'm glad you haven't bitched about me being so open, he jested, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. I'll be heading off. I have some more Suns work to do. The meticulous stuff. And with that, the Turian left the bar. Wandering his way back to the base after taking a cab, he remained totally silent. It wasn't a surprise, however he wasn't one to talk to himself. Usually. If he was arguing bitterly with himself over some failure, then yes, talking to himself became commonplace. Anywhom, after the author described this tendency, Andros had made his way to his bunk. Screwing with his omni-tool, he was filing data and such for the newer recruits. He didn't actually open any files. That was personal shit he'd find that stuff out himself. Andros finished and laid back in his bunk, his bunkmate walking in. A batarian commander. The two were not enemies but not friends. Just acquaintances. They would chat idly into the night.
Thread: Joining the Suns (for Skylar)

When the Turian left Jaidev continued his waiting about at the bar. This time he got to slowly enjoy his drink instead of tossing it back in a few gulps so as to dull the aches of the day. The music above changed cadence to something he could mildly enjoy as the effects of the intoxicant drifted into his body. He couldn't say exactly when he paid and left but eventually his senses came back to him on the way to his apartment. A ritual before bed commenced as the owner became tired. A shotgun right beside the bed, his submachine gun under his pillow, and the carnifex strapped to his leg. It was a bit of extreme paranoia to those who were normal but for Jaidev this was survival. In many ways it was all he knew. Another one of the reasons he didn't have many sexual partners was their refusal or reluctance about his arming of the sleeping area at night. The few times he had acquiesced to a partner he had not been able to sleep well, if at all, and awoken feeling miserable. Part of him wished for the stability of this place. He could now complete his checking of the guns and arming of the perimeter in just a few minutes. He'd be able to tell what was out of place and perhaps even when it had been moved. Stability just wasn't going to be part of his short life. It was time to move on and settle in someplace new. The next morning came to soon. Jaidev ended up at the Blue Suns facility for even more labor and introductory items. He was now wearing a full suit of Blue Suns protective armor that had a place for every one of his guns and a great shield generator unlike the flimsy scout ops gear they had been given for early training purposes. He and the other two special recruits were again standing apart from the others, each talking amongst themselves as they waited for the commanding officer to arrive.
Thread: Can't be Tamed {fate & mercury}

all celebs are used for image purposes and fantasy. the authors of this RP don't claim their likeness, nor do we assume that they act like or would do anything like this. we just dream it. Miley Cyrus entered Club Sappho in disguise. At least, she hoped it was enough of a disguise. She'd put on darker makeup than she would normally, mussed up her trademark chestnut hair, and tried to look more dangerous than the cute, lovable girl that she'd been presenting to the public for years. In fact, she looked far closer to the Miley that had been seen on her more recent videos than to any cheerful children's star. Especially clad in her skin-tight, black leather short shorts, contouring to every bit of her fine little rear. A wispy blue top covered most of her front, baring most of her back, not even letting a line for a bra show when you had Miley's money, you could afford special cups for your perky breasts. To top it off, several chains hung about the girl's front, dangling with each step. A fake ID was presented, though baby-faced Miley still had to bribe a suspicious bartender to get a drink. Soon enough though, she was heading onto the dance floor, the music thumping in her ears and guiding her feet. If it was one thing the starlet could do and do well, it was dance. She'd been dancing since her daddy had discovered her talent all those years ago, and had only kept dancing since. Ironically, she hard a dance mix of her own song start blaring through the speakers. It hadn't been nearly the hit the rest of her impressive number had, but it had spoken more about her than many of them did. She wanted to break free of that goody-two-shoes image, to become something that couldn't be tamed wild and ready to go. She'd already lost her virginity a few years ago, to one of her older boyfriends, so it wasn't like she was Miss Innocent, not like Selena or Demi though Miley strongly suspected those two of playing around with each other bffs indeed. Now the girl had headed to a known lesbian club, determined to cut loose. maybe she'd be able to get some cool publicity out of it, assuming she got caught. She'd done everything to make sure she wouldn't though, and was desperately hoping just to have a good time. Maybe get hit on by a few cute babes, just for bragging rights later. It was the time for dancing and drinking for now though. Flirting would come later. for now, the girl simply writhed in time to her own music, listening to her own voice tell her that she couldn't be tamed.
Thread: Can't be Tamed {fate & mercury}

Throbbing music and thrashing bodies continued to amp up the temperature. The heat of it, combined with the alcohol swimming in her veins, already made the young starlet begin to feel a little lightheaded. She could tell that several of the women there were staring at her, more than one with hunger in her eyes. So many young boys and eager men had worn similar looks, and Miley had a feeling that more than one had masturbated to her music video. That had been the point. But there was something different to being admired by so many women. It made Miley feel more beautiful, more naturally sexy. especially because she hadn't come in with her regular entourage, announcing to the world that was the Miley Cyrus. Someone moved through the crowd, and it almost looked like people were parting before her, like waves before Moses. The curious Miley turned, her breath nearly catching in her throat. Some creature from myth or legend slunk toward her, each step looking decidedly predatory. Suddenly Miley was sharply aware of the sweat upon her own body, of her lips, which had become dry enough that her tongue was wetting them, of her own look more trashy party girl than slinky sex goddess. She'd thought that the audience looked at her . They had to stare at this girl. Hiding her jealousy and admiration, Miley slid into an easy smile, something she'd always been able to do. Hello there yourself, she said, almost adding a beautiful to it. Miley had associated with hot women for years now, but she kept staring at this one. In fact, as she breathed, she thought she caught a whiff of something unique, a perfume so sharp and beautiful that it nearly curled Miley's toes. Wait, there had been a question. she should answer that. Yeah, I know, said Miley. she smiled and took a sip of her drink. Someone behind her bumped into the girl, splashing the liquid over Miley's face and onto her shirt. The starlet cursed under her breath, turning, but the culprit was gone. instead she was giving a bashful smile to the striking woman. Miley had thought things had been bad before. A girl likes bein' looked at, right? she said, forcing a laugh. Though now I'm thinking they're probably looking for a different reason than I'd hoped. I think I should probably head to the bar or something. but she didn't move, instead staring at the girl. Oh, yeah, where's my manners. I'm Mi---Milly. Milly, last name, she needed a last name, Montana. Oh, yeah, because that wasn't a give-away. I just turned twenty one and wanted to celebrate without guys pawing at me all night. You know how it is.
Thread: Can't be Tamed {fate & mercury}

So much magic and mischief swirled around poor Miley that she hadn't a chance. Without even stopping to question the beautiful Frenchwoman, Miley had downed the rest of the drink, taking in any and all bit of love poison she could. Almost immediately the anti-alcohol effects came into play, sharpening Miley's senses and making her take a deep, shuddering breath... one that made her suck in the perfume. that feminine odor went straight to Miley's head, making her feel momentarily light headed. She extended one hand, catching Claire and holding onto the older woman for balance. So soft. So gentle. Clearly Claire liked girls too, and she kept looking at Miley, complimenting her. It was like being next to Aphrodite, and having her tell you how very sexy you looked. Except Miley was actually touching this goddess. Almost immediately her eyes went to the blonde's cleavage. She's bigger than me. I wonder what they feel like? passed into Miley's head. The throbbing rhythm of her song hit its climax. Can't be tamed blared into the starlet's head, further pushing the idea. the idea of this beautiful blonde woman kissing another, a brunette, someone smaller, possibly with the cuteness of youth about her. Miley. She was picturing the blonde kissing her. It made her shudder, and she reflexively brought her hands to her lips. Wait, they were talking. Blushing, Miley forced her eyes to meet the woman's. The pleasure is mine, Miss Templin, Templin, like tempting, like what this woman was doing to Miley. What would those lips be like upon hers Would they be soft? Or would they be beguiling? Both? Special. The word slid down Miley's spine, making her tremble. The flush deepened, and she began to think about just what Claire could do to make the night special. Can't be tamed. That was supposed to be Miley, not the lust that she felt building within. Um, I think I need another drink, she said, swallowing. Could we, uh, get it together? No, no, wait, I need to get to the bathroom. I've got booze all over me. She looked down at her shirt, pulling it away from her body and staring. The sweet smell of a fruity alcoholic drink wafted from her then, mixing with Claire's cloying perfume. Could you take me? asked Miley, looking up at claire. she blushed darker than ever. To the bathroom, I mean.
Thread: Can't be Tamed {fate & mercury}

Suddenly, Claire had an epiphany. It was still sex. Everything in the book was sex. It wasn't a Be Lucky potion. It was a Get Lucky potion! that lottery ticket was a loser, she'd lost at the casino, and it was very difficult to get the cops to let her off for throwing a dart into a man's chest while blind folded. Thank god for money. But she'd been extraordinarily lucky with Miley, and now was being asked to take her to the bathroom of a lesbian bar? Whoever this Tyala person was who'd authored the dusty old book they'd found, she would gladly use the book to give her a dick and then suck it in thanks for the wondrous gift it was turning into. Sure, the momentary rush of so many things might have woken some small part of the girl to the danger she was in. But slamming a drink back like that? Love poison was merely a gateway to freedom from alcohol's unpleasant effects. Like everything in the book it was made to make girls lose their will to resist, and it left the intoxicating effects of the drink behind. When the unwise decision to chug it hit her bloodstream, she would be defenseless against it making the poison so much worse. Oh, certainly, sweetheart. Come this way. She took Miley's empty glass and handed it to a passing girl. Not even a waitress, the girl just took it back to the bar without question. Claire put one arm around Miley and drew her close, guiding her towards the bathroom in the back. She opened the door and lead her into the bathroom, which was a whole lot cleaner and fancier than the ones you found in mixed gender bars. The lighting was pleasant, the room smelled nice, and they had much softer towels and toilet paper than the industrial junk most public restrooms did. Seeing no one was inside and that her luck was still running strong, Claire removed her arm from Miley and turned to lock the door with a click that sounded the starlet's impending downfall. Now then... would you like some assistance with your dilemma, Milly? And please... Miss Templin makes me feel old. Call me Claire. She approached her prey with that same seductive sway in her hips, but this time no crowd to stop an of the illicit possibilities the perfume was almost forcing her to envision.