It might. But the board can’t appreciate my artistic - I mean, cleaning methods! For messes, on face masks things…. -grins-
Maybe I should just give you my spare faceplate then, protip I don’t have one!
…. annnnnddd no offence but I wish to keep my faceplate clean! you are so obsessed with that I could just give you a board to draw and that would make you happy?Are you really sure you know how this is going to end? I mean for all you know I could be offering you a way to get them off easier.
How resistant is your helmet to markers, make or other such things. Just wondering. ;)
Oh man back up! you are not going to touch me with on of these thing! I swear I know how it’s going to end.
First I am really sorry for my absence, I got a new job or this summer that make me work the night all the time and it gave me the weirdest sleep schedule…
also college stuff to deal with, anyway I know I have 2 threads for how with Brokengeth and Hiddeninherpastshurricanes, I’m going to kick myself in the butt to give my best! and I promise as soon as I reorganize this new “way of life” I’ll be back ;u;
Name: Tar’Natel nar Neema
Height: 5’9” no suit
Eye Color: white
Hair Color: dark black
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Positive Weaknesses: maybe too nice and naive in his need to get friend with everyone
Allergies: everything that is not dextro, not a allergy but he suffer of hyperventilation.
Fears: Being bound to a precise place
How sickly they are: He tend to take care of himself but his horrible sleep schedule doesn’t help, he will often crash on a public bench or nap as soon as he can
How often do they hurt themselves: If it happen it’s for someone else, as a Quarian every risk that can be damageable for the health are taken in high consideration
Relationship Status: taken
She couldn’t help a cheerful laugh, folding her hands behind her once the one was released from the young quarian’s grip. “The pleasure is all mine, I assure you! And please, there’s no need to call me “miss” anything. Just Harley is fine.” She smiled again, warmly. “You would be very correct in my knowledge of this area; I live in an apartment complex not far from here. It’s a beautiful planet, but I have to admit, when I first moved here? I got lost all the time.”
Her nice and warm attitude rapidly gained the Tech user trust. That was his lucky day, he wouldn’t have to pay some guide, with someone that live around he could get some nice tips. The kid could only smile behind his helmet at the human anecdote. “Not everyone come to Illium without business purpose, what is your if I may ask of course”.
“I dunno. Why’s it a problem?”
I kinda want my old bro back but I guess if you like being a kid I can’t argue with that…
“I’M NOT A BABY!”
“Alright alright, my bad… how about a kid I think that’s better, still for how long are you going to stay like that? might become problematic…”
943 sat still and listened to the quarian mumbling with uncertainty as he picked out more debris. It knew that Natel wasn’t going to accidentally kill its platform, or whatever it was he might have been fearing and the synthetic stayed relaxed, arm loose and still as the engineer worked the joint into place.And as it locked into the socket, the geth platform automatically read the device, registering it as a part of the platform and easing the connections into something stable. 943 curled its hand inward and bent the joint, stress-testing the new part.“INnSTAlled perfECTly. NO COMmmPLICAtions.” 943 warbled, chipper-sounding as it bent back and forth with silent ease, watching the insides move as it did so. “SmaALl PARt but wwWITH CAre. IT ssHOULD LASt fFOR SOME time.”
The air filter of his helmet let escape a deep breath of relief, everything went better than expected. His robot friend also cooperated perfectly with what he thought was some just clumsy repair until they could get their hands on better spare parts. But the geth didn’t seem to suffer from the new arms so it should be alright.
The engineer took some distance to admire the new articulation. There wasn’t sign of system rejection and it kinda added some cool look to the already damaged platform. While gathering and cleaning some of the tools he used for the operation he looks at his synthetic buddy “I swear one day when I’ll be better I’ll fix you entirely, I mean it!”
No one could really see it but there was a huge smile on the quarian face. He felt like his skills accomplished something great for once, bonus it was to help a friend. “I could say I level up…” he mumbled to himself.
I’m Taska Virkus! I’m the kid that busted up Thrack G’marr’s face! You better not mess with me, yellow man, or I’ll kick your ass.
… It took him a moment to realize the whole thing “Uh don’t tell me there was some weird magic thing again” he put a hand in front of the mic of his helmet almost as a attempt to hide his laugh. With the other he patted the head of the little turian “Man… I never thought I would see you as a baby one day that’s something…”
Rush gave a laugh. “I guess a cuttlefish would be more appropriate, woudn’t it? Hah.” Rush shifted a bit, growing uncomfortable. “Not much of a military man. I could, I mean, I probably should. No point in not challenging the Reapers. If they win, there won’t be anyone left. More or less. I’m more into soloing things I guess. Not good in a team. Too many people to watch out for.” Rush gave a grumble and lowered his voice, “Maybe… I might.”
For him who was used to solidarity and close relation with stranger and family member, it was hard to understand someone with a more lone warrior attitude or like human would say “solitary wolf” anyway it wasn’t time to remember some slang… “Because you know whatever you decide to do I can see you are somehow a fighter, would be a waste to not give a hands to the soldier outside giving their life for everyone future”.
“Oh, I know how that is. It’s pretty easy to get lost here, though… a lot of lights, a lot of sound, and not nearly enough signs.” She flashed a sympathetic grin and offered her hand. “My name’s Harlequin. You can call me Harley, if you’d like.”
Giving a strong handshake well for the little strength he had he laughed a little at his own shyness. “Pleasure to meet you miss Harley, the name is Tar’Natel nar Neema but most of the friends I made call me Nate or something close like that. Pulling one of his breathing tube up and down he risked himself with some questions, “So I suppose to talk like that you must know the place a lot isn’t?”