[Hell if he's giving details, though. If it becomes relevant, if some get sent against the Khasatsa, he'll talk. They hadn't been gag-ordered against others who participated, after all. But Garrus isn't feeling particularly generous with information.]
Glad your parameters were as stated. Actually glad, not sarcasm.
[And what he'd give to know who was in Vegeta's group, what they'd done, and so on. What had the differences been that one agenda could be clearly completed and another couldn't? Or had Vegeta's group lucked out and hit the true goalpost by accident?
He's so tired of politics. Of tricks. Of guessing.]
[He can understand Garrus's frustration. It was clear. Vegeta too, is irritated by what had happened. He wishes he could storm right to the instructor's font door and get answers, but he knows that wouldn't go over well.]
FROM: vegeta@cdc.org
this is no longer a conversation for this form of communication garrus
[He's not sure if anything would come of it, if this conversation were to continue. But even if it did, he doesn't want it in writing.]
Bioware stole my heart. And broke it. Many, many times.
Probably not. So I'll hang out and harass my haroomba. Can't get in trouble for that, I figure. As long as I don't blow it up.
[It's about as subtle as Garrus can manage - he's in his rover if Vegeta wants to come over. He doesn't think the guy will. They're not exactly buddies. But the offer is there.]
that's a problem i need to have in my life. bioware hurting me deeply
[Garrus is offering. He's not sure if the man is pulling his leg or not. The curiosity to find out more of the situation at hand is incredibly tempting. And it means piecing together this puzzle about their employers. But he's not a fan of the guy that's just offered him the opportunity.
What means more to him.
There's a sharp knock on the rover door to Garrus's rover shortly after the last text is sent. He stands in front of the door, looking impatient.]
You do. Come to the Mass Effect side, we have tear-soaked cookies.
[He's more than a little surprised by the knock. It can't be... Maybe there's something else going on after all. Garrus gingerly gets up from his seat and goes to the door, discovering that yes, it really is Vegeta.]
Let's walk.
[His voice is quiet, tired, and his movements as he steps out of his rover aren't entirely fluid. While he doesn't enjoy showing weakness at all, he also knows that there's bugs in all of the tech. If they're out of the rover, there's more options for communication. Writing on tree bark with a marker only to burn it, for instance. Typing on the keyboard and deleting instead of sending. They can't have cameras all over Macha, so it's at least relatively safer.]
119, around mid-day, as promised
So by my count that's two missions now where you didn't show up. All talk, apparently.
haha i'm so glad ty garrus you are a treasure
i was busy
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Pretty sure I told you that you would be, and yet you still said you'd come over.
[He's not quite sure of that at all, actually. He's still hurting and his mind's a bit fogged.]
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
How's the reality of here treating you? Still figure you can do this on your own?
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of course i can do this by myself
FROM: vegeta@cdc.org
but not when i am forced to look after the others
[Not really, it's more like "I hate having to play by the rules to make sure my planet doesn't get blown up" but god forbid he admits that to Garrus.]
...I just saw his name field, oh my gosh.
Did you?
[And that's the big question right there - did Vegeta look after the others? Did he give a care?]
HAHA that was from the last mission. everyone gave him a nickname
theyre still alive arent they
[He's getting backed into a corner and he knows it. How does he get out how]
Beautiful.
So that's a yes. You didn't come over because you were actually looking after them.
[Maybe there's hope for Vegeta yet.]
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Welcome to Green, Vegeta.
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dont kid yourself
FROM: vegeta@cdc.org
they just didnt get in my way this time
[Which is partially true. He was almost going to kill Vriska, almost.]
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I'm sure that's what it was.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
That's sarcasm, by the way.
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i couldnt tell
FROM: vegeta@cdc.org
was that all you wanted to do was bother me for no good reason
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There was a very good reason. You'd said something, didn't carry through.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Had to see what was up with that.
[Had to poke, because when in pain, even the simplest of things can be fun.]
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FROM: vegeta@cdc.org
im surprised youre still breathing enough to bother me
[He saw that list with Garrus's name on it, and it's really all the ammunition he's got. Besides not knowing why it happened.]
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Did the whole not-breathing thing earlier. Decided it wasn't for me. Started breathing again.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Not sure I see the appeal. But fads happen. Whole bunch of us had to give it a shot. Pretty sure the verdict is unanimous, though.
[Garrus doesn't really know either. But saying that isn't really going to get anyone anywhere.]
haha sorry i totally had to step out for a while without warning
[He reads the message, definitely picking up on the sarcasm there. What a way to answer...]
FROM: vegeta@cdc.org
a fad honestly
FROM: vegeta@cdc.org
quite the inventive way of saying you screwed up
[He's taking unnecessary pot shots now. Vegeta might be a little butthurt.]
My superpowers have activated once more
I followed my orders.
[Vegeta's hit a sore spot, though.]
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
If someone wants something specific, they damn well need to learn how to say it.
....shit you're right i forgot about that
FROM: vegeta@cdc.org
perhaps they did and you just missed it
FROM: vegeta@cdc.org
i thought following orders was supposed to be easy
:D
It was. I did. Might need your eyes checked since I just said as much.
[He's followed every clear order he's been given.]
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Maybe if you'd been there like you said you would be, you could judge the situation for yourself. But you weren't.
you're a wizard
FROM: vegeta@cdc.org
i already told you i had other things to attend to than your waste of time of a mission
FROM: vegeta@cdc.org
did you even manage to accomplish anything at all while you were out there
[Asking for legitimate reasons too, since they'd succeeded and had one of their team get punished. He still didn't understand that.]
maybe a lizard
Yes.
[Hell if he's giving details, though. If it becomes relevant, if some get sent against the Khasatsa, he'll talk. They hadn't been gag-ordered against others who participated, after all. But Garrus isn't feeling particularly generous with information.]
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
You?
or a....gizzard
of course
FROM: vegeta@cdc.org
quite successful might i add
[Trying to rub it in, of course.]
let's try blizzard.
Glad your parameters were as stated. Actually glad, not sarcasm.
[And what he'd give to know who was in Vegeta's group, what they'd done, and so on. What had the differences been that one agenda could be clearly completed and another couldn't? Or had Vegeta's group lucked out and hit the true goalpost by accident?
He's so tired of politics. Of tricks. Of guessing.]
that's my favorite gaming company /nods
FROM: vegeta@cdc.org
this is no longer a conversation for this form of communication garrus
[He's not sure if anything would come of it, if this conversation were to continue. But even if it did, he doesn't want it in writing.]
Bioware stole my heart. And broke it. Many, many times.
Probably not. So I'll hang out and harass my haroomba. Can't get in trouble for that, I figure. As long as I don't blow it up.
[It's about as subtle as Garrus can manage - he's in his rover if Vegeta wants to come over. He doesn't think the guy will. They're not exactly buddies. But the offer is there.]
that's a problem i need to have in my life. bioware hurting me deeply
What means more to him.
There's a sharp knock on the rover door to Garrus's rover shortly after the last text is sent. He stands in front of the door, looking impatient.]
You do. Come to the Mass Effect side, we have tear-soaked cookies.
Let's walk.
[His voice is quiet, tired, and his movements as he steps out of his rover aren't entirely fluid. While he doesn't enjoy showing weakness at all, he also knows that there's bugs in all of the tech. If they're out of the rover, there's more options for communication. Writing on tree bark with a marker only to burn it, for instance. Typing on the keyboard and deleting instead of sending. They can't have cameras all over Macha, so it's at least relatively safer.]
Didn't exactly expect you to drop by.
do they make that flavor in the harry potter world (i forget the actually jelly bean brand)
Bertie Bott's. Probably not, but they should.
yes thank you that's what it is. i'm sneaking in one last tag before bed :D
Sweet dreams! Sleep well knowing I've hit your inbox again!
I SLEPT SO MUCH sorry for the delay yesterday was not a day for tags
Dude, you're fine. You're so fast and around. <3
<3! tagging at the same time helps haha
Until you once more fall victim to my special powers.
......that's soon. now you're just playing the system, using my bedtime against me
Like you ever plurk 'goodnight' or something. I have no idea when your bedtime is.
that means i've done a good job of hiding my weakness
I'll tag with you and see your patterns. I will find that weakness. AND EXPLOIT IT.
I'M DETERMINED TO NOT LET YOU FIND IT
Resistance is futile. You will go to sleepyland.
I refuse, i'll fight it
I'll ping like a submarine, and find it. Or I'll open this in a tab and miss it.
continues to throw you off the trail
I think it's around 8:30 my time, actually.
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