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GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
Two more of the long stemmed, empty glasses have joined their kin. The drink currently in front of Pria is dark purple and fizzy, with a cherry on top and an umbrella. "Where to begin." She sighs, staring down at the liquid. "Where should I begin?"
Tali leans back in the chair. A krogan dressed in a business suit shuffles by, muttering untranslated words on his omnitool in response to angry whispers in english. The quarian girl cocks an eyebrow and clicks her tongue. "Perhaps I'd start with how you are related to me?"
Pria nods. She picks up her drink, sipping it. Sipping it for long seconds. Holding it in place. Stalling.
"Right." She places it down, fingers tapping and both hands resting on either side of the glass. "The quarians are the descendants of my people." She blinks. "Which I have forgotten the original name of. But, needless to say, we were the absolute rulers of this galaxy."
She picks up the drink and sips again, wiping the purple residue off her lips with her sleeve. "Were, of course. Although, hm..." She bites her lip, tilting her head. Obviously lost in thought. Across from her, Tali taps her face plate.
"Okay. So...you're an ancestor species of mine, so. Why four fingers? Every single piece of art I've seen of Quarians always has us with three fingers, so this isn't a recent thing, is it?"
Pria shakes her head. An asari waitress shuffles by, replacing the empty thermos in front of Tali with a full one. "No, no. That was adaptation over time. On both our parts." She shrugs. "Quarians changing to the environment, and, well, I changed because I honestly didn't look like this, this is really the belief of ancestor and I actually had different shaped fingers and jaw and...um..."
She cups her breasts. "These were smaller." She cocks an eyebrow, lifting one, then the other. "These were a lot smaller. I mean, much smaller." She squeezes, blinking and pushing them together. "Wow. Wow I think I just found a hobby-"
"Pria. Back on topic. Our people." Tali snaps her fingers in front of the god. Pria looks up, releasing her chest. There is an appreciable bounce. "What. Happened?"
Pria balls her fist and coughs, shifting in her seat. She looks down. "That got rounder. Anyway!" She looks up. "There were five of us," she continues, "Arima was the Zenith, and the leader of our circle. We had a Dawn, we had an Eclipse, we had a Full Moon. When the Reapers attacked, only Arima escaped."
The god rubs her shoulder, running her hand down her arm. "I do not know the details. I know I was to made into the core soul of a Dreadnought. The ones you named after Sovereign. But Arima lead an attack on the site it was being constructed on. Saved a part of me, which was taken to Deus and made a god. But, it was just a part, so I was...muted."
Tali nods. "And you...our people?"
"Some ended up on Deus," Pria explains, "Some on other worlds. The largest, and the only group that survived, in the end, landed on Rannoch. Their culture destroyed, their history one of trauma, they started over."
She shakes her head, a small and wistful smile on her face. "The stories of our Circle, of the Exalted who guided their empire, twisted in myth and legend until we became Ancestors. And since only I remained, when they pray to the Ancestors, they pray to me."
Tali nods, mutely. Her fingers tap on the table, the soft sounds of the up-beat lounge music louder than Pria sipping her drink. "Anyway," the god continues, "It was...well, I wasn't really caring until Shepard destroyed Seeker- that's what the dreadnought was made into, Arima destroyed enough of it- because I was incomplete." She shakes her head. "I was a poor god for your people- our people- to pray to."
"Pray."
Pria nods. "When...well, the culture changed of course, because 'Ancestor' became ancestor worship, but it started with my Circle, so I still received prayer." She purses her lips from side to side. "I hear prayers, of course. And, that, combined with everything else since I became whole, makes things..." She sucks her teeth. "Awkward."
"Just the quarians?" Tali tilts her head. "Wait. Wait wait. The Geth absorbed the ancestor archives on Rannoch. Do they-"
"Yes they do," Pria snaps, and sighs, "Yes. The Geth pray. And it just sounds like EEEEEEEEE." She leans forward, bleating the sound. "EEEEEEE! EEEEEE! Thankfully, they're all worshipping Shepard now. Or Reegar."
She sips her drink. Tali continues staring. Then, both of them turn to the elcor that managed to sneak up on their table, with its eyes set entirely on Pria.
"With barely contained lust; I don't think I have ever seen you here before."
Pria blinks. Her cheeks flush purple. "Suggestively; Care to join me?"
Tali clears her throat. "Ah...the lady is with me."
The elcor turns, slowly. Its footsteps ripple over the surface of the syrupy drink in Pria's hand. "With teasing wistfullness; There is enough of me to go around."
Tali snaps her fingers, and snaps her arm out to grab a passing Asari waitress by the wrist. "Bill. Now." She tuns to Pria. "I think we should go."
Tali leans back in the chair. A krogan dressed in a business suit shuffles by, muttering untranslated words on his omnitool in response to angry whispers in english. The quarian girl cocks an eyebrow and clicks her tongue. "Perhaps I'd start with how you are related to me?"
Pria nods. She picks up her drink, sipping it. Sipping it for long seconds. Holding it in place. Stalling.
"Right." She places it down, fingers tapping and both hands resting on either side of the glass. "The quarians are the descendants of my people." She blinks. "Which I have forgotten the original name of. But, needless to say, we were the absolute rulers of this galaxy."
She picks up the drink and sips again, wiping the purple residue off her lips with her sleeve. "Were, of course. Although, hm..." She bites her lip, tilting her head. Obviously lost in thought. Across from her, Tali taps her face plate.
"Okay. So...you're an ancestor species of mine, so. Why four fingers? Every single piece of art I've seen of Quarians always has us with three fingers, so this isn't a recent thing, is it?"
Pria shakes her head. An asari waitress shuffles by, replacing the empty thermos in front of Tali with a full one. "No, no. That was adaptation over time. On both our parts." She shrugs. "Quarians changing to the environment, and, well, I changed because I honestly didn't look like this, this is really the belief of ancestor and I actually had different shaped fingers and jaw and...um..."
She cups her breasts. "These were smaller." She cocks an eyebrow, lifting one, then the other. "These were a lot smaller. I mean, much smaller." She squeezes, blinking and pushing them together. "Wow. Wow I think I just found a hobby-"
"Pria. Back on topic. Our people." Tali snaps her fingers in front of the god. Pria looks up, releasing her chest. There is an appreciable bounce. "What. Happened?"
Pria balls her fist and coughs, shifting in her seat. She looks down. "That got rounder. Anyway!" She looks up. "There were five of us," she continues, "Arima was the Zenith, and the leader of our circle. We had a Dawn, we had an Eclipse, we had a Full Moon. When the Reapers attacked, only Arima escaped."
The god rubs her shoulder, running her hand down her arm. "I do not know the details. I know I was to made into the core soul of a Dreadnought. The ones you named after Sovereign. But Arima lead an attack on the site it was being constructed on. Saved a part of me, which was taken to Deus and made a god. But, it was just a part, so I was...muted."
Tali nods. "And you...our people?"
"Some ended up on Deus," Pria explains, "Some on other worlds. The largest, and the only group that survived, in the end, landed on Rannoch. Their culture destroyed, their history one of trauma, they started over."
She shakes her head, a small and wistful smile on her face. "The stories of our Circle, of the Exalted who guided their empire, twisted in myth and legend until we became Ancestors. And since only I remained, when they pray to the Ancestors, they pray to me."
Tali nods, mutely. Her fingers tap on the table, the soft sounds of the up-beat lounge music louder than Pria sipping her drink. "Anyway," the god continues, "It was...well, I wasn't really caring until Shepard destroyed Seeker- that's what the dreadnought was made into, Arima destroyed enough of it- because I was incomplete." She shakes her head. "I was a poor god for your people- our people- to pray to."
"Pray."
Pria nods. "When...well, the culture changed of course, because 'Ancestor' became ancestor worship, but it started with my Circle, so I still received prayer." She purses her lips from side to side. "I hear prayers, of course. And, that, combined with everything else since I became whole, makes things..." She sucks her teeth. "Awkward."
"Just the quarians?" Tali tilts her head. "Wait. Wait wait. The Geth absorbed the ancestor archives on Rannoch. Do they-"
"Yes they do," Pria snaps, and sighs, "Yes. The Geth pray. And it just sounds like EEEEEEEEE." She leans forward, bleating the sound. "EEEEEEE! EEEEEE! Thankfully, they're all worshipping Shepard now. Or Reegar."
She sips her drink. Tali continues staring. Then, both of them turn to the elcor that managed to sneak up on their table, with its eyes set entirely on Pria.
"With barely contained lust; I don't think I have ever seen you here before."
Pria blinks. Her cheeks flush purple. "Suggestively; Care to join me?"
Tali clears her throat. "Ah...the lady is with me."
The elcor turns, slowly. Its footsteps ripple over the surface of the syrupy drink in Pria's hand. "With teasing wistfullness; There is enough of me to go around."
Tali snaps her fingers, and snaps her arm out to grab a passing Asari waitress by the wrist. "Bill. Now." She tuns to Pria. "I think we should go."
