Thread: Savior and Saved (Atroxa & Banthefoxsin)

Garrus began to rest his elbows on the table as he placed one hand under his chin. He watched her closely, inspecting her for perhaps any damage she sustained and was unaware of or if she was still scarred ....But the truth was he just wanted to look at her... Completely unaware of if he was eyeing her to closely, he felt nervous when she came over. Would he seem weird? Would she remember him? No, more importantly why was he nervouse? The Turian placed his hand up to his mouth, clearing his throat as he looked up from his seat. Peering into her beautiful eyes and not having to look to far up either. As, even sitting down, he was still a large and imposing man. As a Turian should be. Uhem... Excuse me, yes. How are you today? He asked, one of his mandible's slightly twitching towards one side. Yes I think I would like some Turian Brandy He tried chatting her up a bit. He needed to hear her voice, sound. He needed to see her expressions, know if she was indeed ok. See if she was in no danger that he was simply just unaware of. But he also just wanted to hear her speak... Was that odd? He felt flushed, a rare occurrence given his confidence. However, her smile did seem somewhat forced. Perhaps she was not in a mood to talk? Unbeknownst to her, men were already on her trail. Her purse was left at the scene, providing more then enough to find where she lived, where she worked, everything. And as she was trying to, unknowingly serve her protector a drink. Two men walked into the establishment, having been dispatched to make a lesson out of her. And as Garrus talked with her, he would slowly discover he needed to keep her busy. Looking behind her he noticed a familiar element, men baring colors of the gang that tried to rape her just last night. He was concerned she would be in some danger of being recognized from the street footage but this was more so them looking directly for her. Did she leave something? More then likely her purse. Well regardless he wanted her to stay close, until either those men pulled something or he was given a chance to.... Dispatch them carefully. Giving a slight hum, he motioned his hand for her to sit across from him. Believe me, as a ex C-sec Detective I have had more then enough experiences that I's hate to divulge. But, you seem troubled. If you'd care to talk about those troubles, id listen. While his employer was in the slums of Omega, paradoxically looking to save a life and get a date. A certain merc had found his way just outside the heart of all Omega. Walking past the line, he brushed his hand through his brown hair. Looking the Elcor guard square in the eye as he did so. Aria's expecting me. Names Garret He said, confidently. Welcome to Afterlife. Said the Elcor in a dry, emotionless tone their race is quite well known for. Reaching to one side with it's behemoth arm, he grabs the rope, parting it long enough for the young Mercenary to walk through. Taking in a deep breath, Garret took in the smell of sex and booze. After life was the heart of any visit here and now, he was going to work for it's queen. What a good arrangement he made, hopefully he doesn't fuck it up.