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[Lividity Jones]

Gentlemen.

[BTG_01]

Runescapeguy9 wrote...

BTG_01 wrote...
Tali es chingona.

That's Spanish.

Slang. Native speaker? Interesting.
Relation: What slang words do you think survived 300 years on the flotilla, barring curses?

Actually, English is my mother toungue.
Slang tends to change faster than other words so I don't think much would have survived. Maybe slurs against synthetics?

[Kira Shepard]

Lividity Jones wrote...

Gentlemen.

Jones.

[Mobius_118]

Lividity Jones wrote...

Gentlemen.

Jones <_<

[Collider]

Mobius_118 wrote...

Lividity Jones wrote...

Gentlemen.

Jones <_<

You are not Azint.

[Collider]

Collider wrote...

Yea, ANYWAY.
I really appreciated that in DA:O and ME2, the romance were conditional. Moreso (somewhat) in DA:O.

Quoting.

[Mobius_118]

Collider wrote...

Mobius_118 wrote...

Lividity Jones wrote...

Gentlemen.

Jones <_<

You are not Azint.

No, I'm Mobius. And this is Tali



Fear the unused bootknife.

[Lividity Jones]

For those who missed it last night...


*Tali and Shepard walk hand-in-hand through the empty streets of a once-glorious quarian city, the winds of Rannoch howling through the canyons of steel and glass. Storefronts are left bare, as though waiting for their owners to return and re-stock their shelves. Nightclub doors are left wide open, inviting it's future guests into their halls. Public parks are eerily still, water left placid and without life. The faint silver glint of tears can be seen forming under Tali's eyes, visible even through the opaque violet.*

Tali: It's so... beautiful... I never imagined...

*Shepard looks to his love, his hand still holding hers, always and forever there for her. His brow furrows beneath his helmet at the sight of her tears.*

Shepard: Are you alright?

*Tali's silver eyes stare out at the vast cityscape, feeling the warm water of her tears sliding down the soft flesh of her cheeks. A strange amalgam of confusion and joy showed in her tone as the words spilled forth from her voice modulator as freely as her tears.*

Tali: I-I... I can't believe it... It's been so restored... It's like nothing ever happened... Three hundred years and nobody... nobody has been here...

*Shepard looks out at the metal and glass spires of the city, as though noticing them for the first time. The woman beside him had occupied every thought process in his body since they had arrived, his armored hand idly thumbing the velvet-covered box hiding in one of his ammo-packs. He could think of no better a time or place to do this.*

Shepard: Do you think you... your people could have a home here?

*Tali blinks away at the tears in her eyes, the brilliant silver stars of her eyes vanishing for only a heartbreaking second beneath the opaque glass before turning those beautiful pieces of starlight to meet Shepard's gaze. Her three fingers grip his five ever so slightly tighter as her heart races.*

Tali: Yes... I think we can.

*Tali breaks her gaze, looking out at the setting orange sun in the distance, the light catching in the curve of her visor's surface, illuminating a soft, smiling face.*

Tali: I think I'd like to see it without my mask... While I still have a chance...

*Shepard feels her fingers slip from his, watching as her fingers move to the small switch concealed beneath the edges of her visor. A shoft chime sings out into the passing breeze before Tali slowly removes the visor. The wind caresses her silken smooth skin, opening her starry eyes to see her first sunset unobstructed by the burden her people endured. Her lips curl into a soft smile before turning back to Shepard and taking a deep breath of her home's air.*

Tali: I never thought I would live to see this... To be standing here...

*Shepard once again meets the face of the woman he had fallen in love with, feeling his heart racing with more passion and heat than he had ever known before his own death. He swallowed, gathering every last piece of resolve he had in his body before taking the velvet-covered box from it's hiding place. Everything seemed to slow down to a crawl, taking a few precarious steps closer to Tali before dropping to a knee before the quarian.*

Shepard: Tali... I...

*Tali tilts her head to the side curiously, her expression one of abrupt confusion. Tali crouches to meet Shepard's face, bring her hand to his cheek, her concerned voice speaking free of distortion.*

Tali: Shepard...? Are you alright?

*Shepard can feel himself sweating beneath his armor, suddenly aware of just how hot it was inside the suit. His lips quivered as he spoke, struggling to find the words after fumbling with his usual deft brilliance.*

Shepard: Tali... Please, I need you to stand up.

*Tali tilts her head to the side, concern clear in her voice.*

Tali: Why? What's wrong? You're scaring me...

*Shepard sputtered, making a vague upwards gesture with his free hand, breathing a sigh of relief when Tali hesitantly stood straight. Shepard crooned his neck upwards to gaze at the beautiful face he had dreamed of and the woman it belonged to.*

Shepard: I'm sorry... It's just... The woman is supposed to be standing for this.

*Shepard slowly opened the lid on the velvet-covered box, the snap almost definingly loud inside his own nerve-wracked mind, to reveal a ring nestled in the silk interior. A band of refined platinum, the metal taken from the Normandy's hull and shaped into something comfortable to wear, encrusted with the finest gems and diamonds Shepard could find. Tali's silver-starred eyes widen at the obviously extravagant piece of jewelery.*

Shepard: Tali... You mean everything to me. I can't wake up in the morning without thinking about you. I can't sleep at night unless you're the one holding her arms around me. I have dreams about you. I used to only have nightmares... After everything that's happened... I can't think of anybody I would rather have at my side. You were there for me when the entire galaxy turned it's back on me. You give me a reason to keep fighting. You give me something to hope for. I love you. And...

*Shepard pauses, every single atom of his existance holding it's breath as he let the most important question he ever asked anyone slip past his lips.*

Shepard: ...Will you marry me?

*Tali's eyes widen, her mouth left agape, silent as pure and complete shock struck her. The silence of Rannoch seems to last an eternity before Tali erupts into a furious string of babbling.*

Tali: I... But... You... Me... We... Married...? Keelah... I don't... Umm.... What... I...

*Shepard resists the urge to laugh at his lover's nervous babbling. He had seen her go toe-to-toe with krogan battlemasters and not even flinch, but she was a nervous, hand-wringing wreck whenever they were together. After what felt like hours, Tali finally shouts her answer, complete joy and jubilation in her voice.*

Tali: Yes! Keelah, Shepard, yes!

*Shepard finally exhaled, removing the ring from it's velvet case and sliding it onto Tali's finger, thanking whatever cosmic force that was listening that it fit. Tali brought her hand up to view the jewelery up close, tears welling up in her eyes once again. Their eyes meet, Tali smiling and bouncing on her toes before launching at Shepard in a pounce, pinning his armored body to the ground beneath her.*

Editado por Lividity Jones, 10 agosto 2010 - 12:09 .

[Kira Shepard]

Collider wrote...

You are not Azint.

Garrus: "what is that? Some guy named Collider?"

[BTG_01]

Runescapeguy9 wrote...

BTG_01 wrote...
Actually, English is my mother toungue.
Slang tends to change faster than other words so I don't think much would have survived. Maybe slurs against synthetics?

This makes sense. Hopefully those slurs will fade into history.

Since most slang denote slurs or sexual acts, it wouldn't be particularly high on my list of elemens of quarian culture worth preserving.
In a somewhat related topic: do we know anything about quarian linguistic diversity, like how many languages and dialects they have?

[Mobius_118]

BTG_01 wrote...

Runescapeguy9 wrote...

BTG_01 wrote...
Actually, English is my mother toungue.
Slang tends to change faster than other words so I don't think much would have survived. Maybe slurs against synthetics?

This makes sense. Hopefully those slurs will fade into history.

Since most slang denote slurs or sexual acts, it wouldn't be particularly high on my list of elemens of quarian culture worth preserving.
In a somewhat related topic: do we know anything about quarian linguistic diversity, like how many languages and dialects they have?

Uh...nope. Not for Turians, Asari, Krogan or any other race for that matter.

[Collider]

BTG_01 wrote...

Runescapeguy9 wrote...

BTG_01 wrote...
Actually, English is my mother toungue.
Slang tends to change faster than other words so I don't think much would have survived. Maybe slurs against synthetics?

This makes sense. Hopefully those slurs will fade into history.

Since most slang denote slurs or sexual acts, it wouldn't be particularly high on my list of elemens of quarian culture worth preserving.
In a somewhat related topic: do we know anything about quarian linguistic diversity, like how many languages and dialects they have?

Unsurprisingly, things like that are for the most part unexplained and unexplored in Mass Effect as of yet. Most likely, given what we do know, there are other languages that they speak or have spoken shortly before the Morning War. I could see them as normalizing their spoken languages into one official one to accomodate the fact of such crowded and dire environments.

[Lividity Jones]

michaelrsa wrote...

Lividity Jones wrote...

Gentlemen.

Hey Jones, could you post your crazy Colonist Shep minific, again? The "man and a half one" with I believe "my parents are deeeaaaad" mixed in.

I want to write a version for a Spacer.

I think you want to talk to Lanceman.

I don't recall ever writing such a thing.

[Titanium Man]

Mobius_118 wrote...


Fear the unused bootknife.

I can just hear my Shepard now.  "Hold it by the handle, blade forward.  A knife is for stabbing, not slashing.  Put all of your strength in a stab and it'll do a lot more damage."

[Stanley Woo]

And we're done. Third time needing extensive moderation today based on spam. Thank you.



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[Mobius_118]

Titanium Man wrote...

Mobius_118 wrote...


Fear the unused bootknife.

I can just hear my Shepard now.  "Hold it by the handle, blade forward.  A knife is for stabbing, not slashing.  Put all of your strength in a stab and it'll do a lot more damage."

Wait wait wait...did you just quote a crappy scifi movie? Last Sentinel?

[JeanLuc761]

Lividity Jones wrote...

For those who missed it last night...

-storysnip-

I loved every single bit of that...right until the pounce at the end.  Personally, I think that felt out of place.

Overall though, excellent job.