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Tuhi district; Omega
Apr. 8th, 2013 06:08 pmGrowing up on Earth, even with the kills with biotic implants, had been an adventure. It hadn't exactly been something she could just bring up, the shapeshifting, and even though her brother had urged her to stay on the planet and live with him in their home forever, she had always longed for something more.
Nobody had been surprised upon finding that she'd found her way out to Omega. Aria T'Loak gave opportunities to those who deserved them, and with all the training that Mystique had built up over the years? She'd at least earned a job interview. It hadn't hurt that she'd infiltrated the woman's club in the same way Aria herself had originally overthrown its owner so many years ago. She'd liked the woman immediately: no nonsense, and no lies. Things were so much simpler when everyone was following the same set of rules.
She sighed, blowing a bit of hair out of her eyes while she watched the nearby shopkeeper haggling for armour upgrades. She'd been watching for a while beneath her cloak, now -- waiting to see what race he gave the best deals to, and whether he had a preference for pretty asari or hard-nosed mercenary krogans. She needed a set of humanoid armour that would actually protect her. Shapeshifting was all well and good, but bullets still flew through her illusions. It was then that her eyes caught on a figure she'd seen here a handful of times -- a turian, keeping more or less to himself. Since she was here and waiting anyway, maybe she could strike up a conversation. She waved him over, flashing a casual grin. For today she had donned the usual pretty blonde face for waiting, one that he might recognize as a sometimes-waitress at Afterlife.
"Buy you a drink?"
Nobody had been surprised upon finding that she'd found her way out to Omega. Aria T'Loak gave opportunities to those who deserved them, and with all the training that Mystique had built up over the years? She'd at least earned a job interview. It hadn't hurt that she'd infiltrated the woman's club in the same way Aria herself had originally overthrown its owner so many years ago. She'd liked the woman immediately: no nonsense, and no lies. Things were so much simpler when everyone was following the same set of rules.
She sighed, blowing a bit of hair out of her eyes while she watched the nearby shopkeeper haggling for armour upgrades. She'd been watching for a while beneath her cloak, now -- waiting to see what race he gave the best deals to, and whether he had a preference for pretty asari or hard-nosed mercenary krogans. She needed a set of humanoid armour that would actually protect her. Shapeshifting was all well and good, but bullets still flew through her illusions. It was then that her eyes caught on a figure she'd seen here a handful of times -- a turian, keeping more or less to himself. Since she was here and waiting anyway, maybe she could strike up a conversation. She waved him over, flashing a casual grin. For today she had donned the usual pretty blonde face for waiting, one that he might recognize as a sometimes-waitress at Afterlife.
"Buy you a drink?"
