Amelia Lauren Reese (
forgetfulmind) wrote in
thearena2012-04-05 10:40 pm
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Team...whatsit.
WHO Ariadne, Amy Reese, Kaidan, Garrus, Sheppard? I think that's everyone.
WHAT Mingle post for the awesome team of soon-to-fail.
WHERE Up near the showline. Let's say... 3-I? Maybe they found a good campsite there, by the stream? I'm thinking Amy and Ariadne found the camp while Kaidan was off doing his open-log things. If there are objections to this, let me know! Happy to edit.
WHEN Wednesday - Friday
NOTES Tag around, form threads, mingle and do stuff. Time is flexible, and mods might toss in an attack or two, so be wary.
The campsite is a secluded clearing, close to the snow, colder than the low altitudes but perhaps safer. Rocky ledges provide some shelter from the elements, and a cold snow-fed stream flows by.
Wednesday night, after the camp is first established, a silver parachute drops in with a blanket and a box of matches.
After Garrus joins, more gifts come, in the form of food for him and a couple more blankets.
All in all, it's starting to feel more like a camping trip than a fight to the death.
Of course, this is soon to change.
WHAT Mingle post for the awesome team of soon-to-fail.
WHERE Up near the showline. Let's say... 3-I? Maybe they found a good campsite there, by the stream? I'm thinking Amy and Ariadne found the camp while Kaidan was off doing his open-log things. If there are objections to this, let me know! Happy to edit.
WHEN Wednesday - Friday
NOTES Tag around, form threads, mingle and do stuff. Time is flexible, and mods might toss in an attack or two, so be wary.
The campsite is a secluded clearing, close to the snow, colder than the low altitudes but perhaps safer. Rocky ledges provide some shelter from the elements, and a cold snow-fed stream flows by.
Wednesday night, after the camp is first established, a silver parachute drops in with a blanket and a box of matches.
After Garrus joins, more gifts come, in the form of food for him and a couple more blankets.
All in all, it's starting to feel more like a camping trip than a fight to the death.
Of course, this is soon to change.

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Basically, what she sees on his face is not matching up with what he's saying. And he's never been the type to tell her what she wants to hear, of course, but he's definitely holding something back. Placating her while he burns under his own metaphorical collar. "What I want," she gives a sigh, "is for you and me to be on the same page again."
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Not this.
"With all due respect, of course." But there's nothing there. He doesn't respect her. He used to-- hell, he used to idolize her. The first human Spectre, the woman who brought humanity forward more than any one person had in one lifetime. Now she shames everything she's done and it brings Kaidan's blood to a boil.
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"For Christ's sake, Kaidan, is everything so black and white to you, that for one second you can't think of one reason why I made the choice to work with them?" she doesn't yell. Hardly even raises her voice, but she doesn't hide her frustration with him. God, he had been right there with her! Ilos. The Citadel. He'd almost been carried off Horizon by the Collectors just like all the others. Would have been carried off if she hadn't come.
He knew. He had to know what they were up against, and that no one seemed inclined to do anything about it; not the Alliance, not the Council. So why look a gift horse in the mouth? If Cerberus was willing to fit the bill that was going to allow her to put a stop to a threat she, and Kaidan, knew to be real, then she was damn well going to let them.
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"Integrity?" she growls, because that's a low blow, and she's not so full of pride that she can't admit it hurts. "No. I'm the same person I was two years ago. And does it suck to see a Cerberus logo on the hull of my ship? You're damn right, it does. But I am not going to let something like a logo keep me up at night, when I know there's an enemy out there no one else is willing to even admit exists, let alone try to figure out how to stop. Anderson saw that. Why can't you?"
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And she sees this signs of his headaches, the curling flickers of blue and she bristles. Subconsciously, she's already preparing for a confrontation. Her jaw set, shoulders squared.
"Do you really think so little of me?" she says, green eyes narrowed. His words sting, and maybe it isn't really all him talking. Stress and pent up anger and a dozen other things. But that doesn't change the fact that he'd said it.
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She could understand his trepidation at first, sure. She understood everyone's. She never expected to come back after two years of being mostly dead and flying under the banner of a known enemy and not expect some wariness and caution at first. None of it could have possibly been reassuring, and she knows that. But she was doing it for a reason. A damn good one, she thought. No. She didn't think. She knew. And everyone else in the goddamn galaxy seemed to see it. Garrus, Tali, Liara... she'd only had to fill them in on the details and they'd understood. All of them apprehensive about Cerberus too, of course. But even Shepard herself was, and made no secret of it. Not even to Cerberus. But at least they could see past a damn logo. Which was apparently something Kaidan was incapable of.
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He hasn't lost control like that in over ten years. He's practices-- he's made himself a fortress; the desperate hold over what he is, who he is... it's shattered, infiltrated easily by the woman who once helped him keep the resolve strong. There's some kind of poetic justice there, but Kaidan is too busy backing up into the stream and pushing on his blue eyes, trying to force the biotics back, to notice.
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She's six and a half feet back from where she'd been just a moment ago. Would have been more if the tree hadn't been in the way. Half her back will be bruised black by nightfall, but she doesn't think anything's broken. The worse of it is the breathing. She staggers forward, breathless and dazed and seething.
"You feel better, Alenko?!" she attempts to yell at him, though she's barely gasped down enough air in her lungs to get it out. It's taking all she has not to chase him down, throw him on the ground and literally try and beat some sense into him. Its lucky for him right now she can't breathe. Even though Kaidan's not a small man to say the least and Shepard isn't particularly statuesque, even for a woman, she's pretty sure she can take him. And right now, she couldn't care less about his goddamn headaches, he had better come back here and finish this.
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He can hear her struggle for each breath, see how she drags herself up to her feet-- God, he has a fight on his hands and he doesn't even want one anymore. All he wants it to slink off and rebuild something akin to self-control, even if he knows that... it shatters. It's been over 13 years since he got back from Brain Camp; since he had to see his mother look at him with fear in her eyes-- "I'm sorry, Shepard." The apology fixes nothing, but he has to say it.
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"What the hell was that?!" she's still pissed enough that the blur in her vision might not all be from the blow she just took; there might be a little rage in there as well. But Kaidan's apology registers and her vision hasn't blurred enough for her to miss the change in his stance and the absence of flickering blue. If he were anyone else, she isn't sure she'd give them the chance to explain. But she started this conversation with the intention of fixing things; to prove to him that she's still the same person. A good person. So she gives him this one free pass and hopes he takes advantage of it.
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She wills herself to stand up straight. Act like nothing hurts her; like every muscle in her body isn't screaming in pain right now. Not just to prove to Kaidan that he can't knock her down so easily, metaphorically or otherwise, but for anyone else who might be watching. She hasn't even considered that possibility until now; she'd been worried over people like Amy or Ariadne or some other unknown tribute hearing them argue. It wouldn't have exactly built up a very trusting relationship in an already tenuous situation. But there is the rest of this world to consider. The outside world she knows next to nothing about. The ones who built this Arena; the ones who put them all here; the ones who are watching people run and fight and bleed and die for their pleasure and entertainment. And that's when the light clicks.
She and Kaidan have a million eyes on them right now. For the last few minutes, they have certainly been 'entertaining,' and there is something about that which angers her even more. But not the immediate, violent kind of anger. No. It's a duller, deeper, darker kind of anger that makes her re-evaluate her priorities; find a new target and lock it in her sights.
Shepard won't fight Kaidan. Not for herself and her own pride, not for Kaidan because he needs a good punch to the head still... but largely, she won't do it for them.
She huffs out a sad excuse for a sigh. It sounds a bit more like a groan that she'd like, but she lets herself relax, just slightly. Softens her gaze just enough so that she doesn't look like she wants to kill him, and says, "Goddamn it, Kaidan. I'm on your side! I've always been on your side."
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The words make something hard sink in his gut, like the ultimatum has been dropped. Kaidan rubs his eyes gingerly, the migraine springing up from the back of his neck out. He was a fool in more ways than he wanted to list. Shepard was trying to help him and in return he threw her into a tree because she just kept at him; managing to chip a way through each barrier made. She was strong, bullheaded... God, and she was even dropping this of all things.
"I know, Shepard."
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