A low whistle parts from his lips, but the man’s expression is that of both relief and great exhaustion. “Nothing’s changed,” Vadim commented as he set foot on the Citadel, fatigue wearing down on his muscles. “Kinda disappointed, but ‘living on the edge’ isn’t something people are familiar with anymore. What a shame, what a shame.”

arielshepard:

characters: Ariel Shepard, Vadim Proulx
warning: war violence

“The windstorm comes from its chamber, and the cold from the driving north winds. Ice is formed by the breath of God, and watery expanses are frozen.” — Hebrew Bible, Book of Job 37:9-10

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i’m gonna crydie from the painful beauty of all of this.

I’m going to go off on a hiatus (or forever idek it’s a mind warzone), but before I leave, I’ll place this here. Inside contains scorched earth policies (which needs to be treated carefully), the Geneva Convention/morality & ranks/professionalism. Just a quick skim with some research. CLICK FOR ALL THIS USELESS INFORMATION THAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING.

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sydatler:

“Thanks…I think. I got it from my brother. I’m Syd, by the way.”

I’m thinking that’s territory I shouldn’t step on {comes the question, her response sounding rather hidden at best}. Pleasure to meet you, Syd {he begins before holding his hand out for her}. You may call me Vadim.

pixliterate:

There’s truth in the man’s speech. Vadim Proulx. What a strange name. Russian? No can’t be. I could ask Misa to run a search, but our comms channel isn’t active.Pix realizes that he’s been staring blankly at the man.

   He shakes off his curiosity. “It’s a plan.” The handshake is strong. Mr. Proulx has a firm grip, a bit too firm for Pix’s taste. His petite palmars felt like shattering under the pressure. When the beastly gripping contest ends, Pix’s mind relaxes. 

{Uninterrupted staring drew on for quite some time, and Vadim held his eye-contact for as long as he possibly could.} …We’re enjoying the sight or something? It pays to be a little more subtle, you know. {And maybe’s he’s just teasing or, really, being a jerk, but either way he’s grinning like he’s enjoying himself.} If you’re really keen on staring people down, you shoulda been in Recon with me. Be partners… Could do you more good than whatever ‘odd jobs’ you mean to sell.

thescarlet-wolf:

When he had mentioned that he hoped this isn’t how her dates work. Looking up at him, her face lighting up with a soft pink shade as she said, “What? You think this is a date? I-I mean if it was, it would be a hundred times better. But, I-I know..” Trailing off, as she hide her face from his eyes as she muttered that she never been on a date before. After a few minutes had passed she looked up at him and said, “I was wondering if there was a place that you really wanted to go to.”

I didn’t think it was a date. I thought it was just a friendly invite was all, that is, unless it is a date and you’re hiding it under that title. I could be wrong. {Alex looks away from him and if she hadn’t been embarrassed than Vadim had no idea how to describe her. Her cheeks had the softest touches of red and he couldn’t help but to smile at that, to repress the laugh that threatened to come out.} I’m beginning to think you wanted that? {the question isn’t accusatory as it was curious} Anyway, I’m happy with just eating at your place. I’m not exactly in the mood to eat out.

sydatler:

She laughs. “Maybe so, if you standing in front of me is any proof.”

{With raised brows, Vadim gives an expression of shock and amusement.} I’m starting to think this whole ‘tough girl’ attitude isn’t exactly pretend. Your snark is outstanding… I’m impressed.

pixliterate:

Pix’s walk of shame lasts seconds. The brutes lunges forward; his mind laughed at an abstract lunge. He wasn’t about to walk away. Pix was never one for grudges — against servicemen. 

   ”Name?” He stops, heels turning to the side. Pix turns with smile. “Pixil. That’s all there is to that. What about yours?” 

   Not wasting anytime, Pix begins data mining. 

That’s what I asked, yes {the man confirms before moving one step closer. Then a smile tugs at the corners of Pix’s lips, something bright and strangely innocent and so Vadim finds it hard not to give him one in return.} I’m Vadim Proulx. Now, let’s start all over so that we actually end up both liking one another instead of it being one-sided, huh? {He takes his hand out.} And that includes giving me some of your attention rather than your omni-tool unless I’m not important enough?