#archangel || smokedanced ( tabris )

[anderwhohn]

@smokedanced (Garrus) || semiplotted starter.

It's been weeks since she first arrived via a transit ship to Omega with little more than her mother's old beat up armour and pistol, a 'borrowed' sniper rifle that she never returned, and whatever credits she had managed to scavenge from the base and pockets of the dead slavers she left behind in the aftermath of the slaughter during her simultaneous escape and rescue mission when her colony had been raided and her and several other women stolen to be…

Don't go there…

Shaking her head in a vain attempt to get that memory out of her mind, she sighs as she looks around the streets on her way back to her apartment from Afterlife. Being of one of the lesser known non-council races, it hadn't been difficult to gain entry, as she was more of a curiosity for Aria than anything else at the moment, though it had earned her a couple interesting job offers in the process.

So far, she's yet to accept. But that's only because of the credits she's currently got stashed. Eventually, she knows she'll have to find something more sustainable than dealing with the slavers that pass through the station. For now, though, she's perfectly content doing just that, as that was the very reason she'd been forced to leave her home behind, to protect her family and her own life from those who wanted revenge for her single-handedly wiping out the entire ring of slavers on Denerim.

Another corner, and her long, pointed ears twitch slightly at the sound of armoured feet shifting behind her. She's been aware of her shadow for days now, but beyond a brief glimpse of dark blue armour, she knew little more beyond the fact that the one following her was turian.

She continues walking at a steady pace, only picking up her speed a bit while going down another set of stairs before turning down another familiar corridor. She knows she can't deviate from her path tonight - it'd be a clear sign that she's on to him, and she's already back on one of her familiar routes.

One more corner, sharper this time, and she moves toward the shadows, activating her cloak as she waits for the turian to round the corner after her. The moment that he does, she pulls her belt knife free from its sheathe as she lunges at him, the cloak advanced enough to give her a couple seconds of continued invisibility before she appears seemingly out of thin air when she's nearly right on top of him.

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