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07 March 2013 @ 05:07 pm

Garrus got out of the hospital as soon as he could against medical advice. Not that any of them were familiar with turian physiology to have any idea how long he truly needed to recover from his injuries. Although they hadn't been wrong to suggest he stay as he was anything but healed, but Garrus was stubborn. And he couldn't stand laying on that bed a moment longer. Maybe there wasn't any way for him to leave this place, but anything was better than being stuck in a stale disinfected room.

He'd gotten his room at the hotel, finding a few pieces of clothing and a new suit of armor that wasn't destroyed from a rocket blast. Pulling on the armor, carefully as everything hurt and he had to be careful of the bandages holding the one side of his face together, he'd set out.

This place was strange. Most everyone he passed, all human as far as he could tell, openly stared at him and in some cases fled. Which might have been partly because of the sniper and assault rifles strapped to his back and not just his appearance. Although he suspected it was mostly his appearance.

Tags: ares, garrus vakarian, john mcclane, streets

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yippiekiyaymf on March 7th, 2013 11:58 pm (UTC)

Okay, so here's someone trying not to stare. It's not cool to stare, and seriously damages ones world weary, seen-it-all cred.

John at least had an excuse to look hard, but it totally wasn't staring.

"You're new here. I'd say welcome, but I figure, like the rest of us it wasn't your idea."

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garrus_vkrn on March 8th, 2013 12:16 am (UTC)

Garrus turned to look at the bald human. He chuffed, but groaned at the pain it caused from the movement of his damaged mandible.

"Yeah... definitely not my idea."

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yippiekiyaymf on March 8th, 2013 12:20 am (UTC)

John's face contorted in sympathy.

"Looks like you got chewed up pretty good there."

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garrus_vkrn on March 8th, 2013 02:42 am (UTC)

"Stopped a rocket with my face. Not as fun as you might think." Garrus joked, dryly.

Jokes were easier than dealing with what lead up to that point. How he'd gotten people who'd followed him killed. And about how he'd been betrayed.

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yippiekiyaymf on March 8th, 2013 03:37 am (UTC)

"I'll mark that off my bucket list then." John held his hand out.

"Name's McClane. Chief of Police." He wondered if the guy knew what a handshake was. Hopefully John hadn't just insulted his mother, or indicated a desire for sex.

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garrus_vkrn on March 8th, 2013 03:48 am (UTC)

Garrus was accustomed to human handshakes, so he met it with his own three clawed hand, that was luckily gloved so he wouldn't tear open John's hand. He was considerate like that.

"Garrus Vakarian." he glanced around, "You're the Chief of Police for the village itself? Or was that just your position before coming here?"

He, himself, didn't have a title anymore. Vigilante, perhaps. Or Archangel.

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yippiekiyaymf on March 8th, 2013 03:57 am (UTC)

"Pleased to meet you Mr. Vakarian. I'm the Chief here. At home I was just a senior detective Lieutenant. Very senior." John is feeling every year of his age right now -- some of them, twice.

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garrus_vkrn on March 8th, 2013 11:37 am (UTC)

He chuckled, but it was light, careful not to hurt himself again."You don't look that old."

But then he had a hard time telling some humans apart, so how old they looked wasn't his forte either.

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yippiekiyaymf on March 8th, 2013 01:15 pm (UTC)

John snorted.

"I have no fuc...ahem...no idea how old you look. You sound like someone who's seen a bit, gotten kicked about by life for a while." Any guy who can joke about a missile in the face in that deadpan manner, yeah, not a kid.

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garrus_vkrn on March 8th, 2013 11:08 pm (UTC)

Garrus smiled, although on him with his teeth bared-- it looked more threatening than happy.

"I'm not old... but I've seen a lot, yes." More than he cared too, which probably was evident from his tone.

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yippiekiyaymf on March 8th, 2013 11:16 pm (UTC)

"Yeah, so you're probably used to needing those things on your back at all times..." John considered how to phrase this.

"But perhaps, in this environment, they're more a hindrance than otherwise, panicking people, and maybe a smaller, less conspicuous weapon might be called for." He was using his, 'I'm phrasing this as a suggestion, and I'd like not to have to escalate it to anything else, but I will if I have to,' cop tone.

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garrus_vkrn on March 8th, 2013 11:32 pm (UTC)

Garrus was very familiar with cop tone. His father was an expert and he himself had used it more than once while a C-Sec officer.

"So noted. But I'll use my own judgement, Mr. McClane. I don't know you and I don't know most anyone here. I've only just arrived in this place. Excuse me for expecting geth or husks to start jumping out of the wood work."

He was keeping his guns for now. He'd been through too much to give a crap about panicking anyone. Once he was sure of this place, he might choose less conspicuous weapons.