Vertigo (1/5)
anonymous
June 12 2011, 02:23:47 UTC
Ten.
The snowflakes burst into the room violently, their legions blurring the sharp corners of upturned tables and broken chairs. They advanced, wave upon wave, chasing the emptiness from the air.
Nihlus kicked away the papers littering the floor-or tried to, anyway. They fluttered with the snow, somehow found their peace in the turbulence, and eventually settled back at the beckoning of gravity. The ones that have been reduced to ashes, on the other hand, added pale shades of grey to the white swarms. Occasionally, a spark would put forth its orange light, to be smothered a moment later by its frozen comrades-in-arms.
The building swayed slightly in the high-altitude gusts. The Spectre smiled. A challenge gladly taken. Visibility was less than ideal. A rather common occurrence, in this line of work. A fellow agent, with his rifle already set up; barrel protruding a mere few millimetres from the jagged edge of broken glass.
Now that, that might be a problem.
Nine.He stepped over the body of a security guard. Human, male, with a
( ... )
Vertigo (2/5)
anonymous
June 12 2011, 02:25:36 UTC
Eight.“So, come here often? It’s a nice view. I understand. Our secret.” The shattered window looked down on a bottomless abyss, filled almost to the brim with mist and the ever-falling snow. Other spires rose from the pit; tall, slender, and glittering with golden lamps and frosted glass. Traffic was light that night. But then again, considering the date, it’s no surprise. He could make out a lone black limousine cruising the depths
( ... )
Vertigo (4/5; above post is 3)
anonymous
June 12 2011, 02:29:18 UTC
Four.
“And fighting fire with fire works every time.” He snorted. “You really believe that?”
“My beliefs,” he replied icily, “are as follows. They will either send the innocents to safety first, or attempt to rush down the stairs en masse. And in that case, they deserve to die.”
“Oh.” He muttered. That was some piece of reasoning there. The kind of reasoning that only Saren and psychopaths adhered to. “That’s a house in an Invictus jungle if I ever saw one. You do realise that you’re depending on a bunch of smugglers to be nice, decent, caring people, right?”
“The opposite. I’m trying to kill them, if you haven’t noticed.”
He could practically hear his own mind whirr, trying to think of something, anything, that would dissuade the bareface beside him. Even considered a warning shot for the dinner party before ultimately deciding against it. Again, his fringe in one piece was something Nihlus valued. Non-suicidal means it was.
Three.“Say, if we get the turian, the rest of them’ll scatter and flee like headless pyjaks. We can
( ... )
Vertigo (5/5)
anonymous
June 12 2011, 02:31:25 UTC
Two.
He gave up.
Through the scope, the human was raising a glass of amber liquid. His lips were moving, and the translator streamed the words of the speech into Nihlus’ earpiece. The Spectre wasn’t listening, though; he was watching the little girl standing on tiptoes, trying to see what rested on top of the silver tablecloths.
“It was nice seeing you. Hope we don’t meet again anytime soon. I need to go.”
“Away from your duty.”
“What duty?” For Spirit’s sake, Saren was infuriating. He began to walk away. “As far as I know, I’m looking at the bastard who tried to get rid of me. And I’m being a damn good friend by not blasting his head off the instant I saw him.”
“I know.”
One.Nihlus stopped dead. Saren continued, nonchalantly. “You are a good friend
( ... )
thanks for real
anonymous
June 12 2011, 04:57:58 UTC
God, fuck yes. Hell yes. And goddammit fucking yes. You just made my night by writing this, author-anon. Saren and Nihlus are my favorite turians ever and I love the dynamic between them that was never addressed in the games. I love cool anons like you who bother to sit down and so carefully put the nuance of tension and respect between these two. I love that Saren is still a bastard, but Nihlus is still his comrade, I love the mixed up feelings and the opposiing moralities. I love your writing.
Re: Vertigo (5/5)
anonymous
June 12 2011, 19:05:07 UTC
fuck.
*rereads*
....fuck. i'm speechless. and threatening tears. This is my favorite pairing in all of life, and ... you've just proven to me why. authoranon, please tell me that you're a professional writer, or at the very least, aspiring to be? I think that was some of the best written prose that I've ever read. I'm not the OP, but from the bottom of my soul, thank you for writing this.
Re: Vertigo (5/5)
anonymous
October 20 2011, 05:59:23 UTC
This anon's late to the party as ever... Please allow me to voice my appreciation for this, this was simply beautiful.
You handled the emotions in this in a nice, subtle manner, touching without it becoming over-the-top and unrealistic. A touch of humour in their banter, a lot of layers in the communication...that's very, very nice writing.
The snowflakes burst into the room violently, their legions blurring the sharp corners of upturned tables and broken chairs. They advanced, wave upon wave, chasing the emptiness from the air.
Nihlus kicked away the papers littering the floor-or tried to, anyway. They fluttered with the snow, somehow found their peace in the turbulence, and eventually settled back at the beckoning of gravity. The ones that have been reduced to ashes, on the other hand, added pale shades of grey to the white swarms. Occasionally, a spark would put forth its orange light, to be smothered a moment later by its frozen comrades-in-arms.
The building swayed slightly in the high-altitude gusts. The Spectre smiled. A challenge gladly taken. Visibility was less than ideal. A rather common occurrence, in this line of work. A fellow agent, with his rifle already set up; barrel protruding a mere few millimetres from the jagged edge of broken glass.
Now that, that might be a problem.
Nine.He stepped over the body of a security guard. Human, male, with a ( ... )
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“And fighting fire with fire works every time.” He snorted. “You really believe that?”
“My beliefs,” he replied icily, “are as follows. They will either send the innocents to safety first, or attempt to rush down the stairs en masse. And in that case, they deserve to die.”
“Oh.” He muttered. That was some piece of reasoning there. The kind of reasoning that only Saren and psychopaths adhered to. “That’s a house in an Invictus jungle if I ever saw one. You do realise that you’re depending on a bunch of smugglers to be nice, decent, caring people, right?”
“The opposite. I’m trying to kill them, if you haven’t noticed.”
He could practically hear his own mind whirr, trying to think of something, anything, that would dissuade the bareface beside him. Even considered a warning shot for the dinner party before ultimately deciding against it. Again, his fringe in one piece was something Nihlus valued. Non-suicidal means it was.
Three.“Say, if we get the turian, the rest of them’ll scatter and flee like headless pyjaks. We can ( ... )
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He gave up.
Through the scope, the human was raising a glass of amber liquid. His lips were moving, and the translator streamed the words of the speech into Nihlus’ earpiece. The Spectre wasn’t listening, though; he was watching the little girl standing on tiptoes, trying to see what rested on top of the silver tablecloths.
“It was nice seeing you. Hope we don’t meet again anytime soon. I need to go.”
“Away from your duty.”
“What duty?” For Spirit’s sake, Saren was infuriating. He began to walk away. “As far as I know, I’m looking at the bastard who tried to get rid of me. And I’m being a damn good friend by not blasting his head off the instant I saw him.”
“I know.”
One.Nihlus stopped dead. Saren continued, nonchalantly. “You are a good friend ( ... )
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Thanks for writing this. <333
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*rereads*
....fuck. i'm speechless. and threatening tears.
This is my favorite pairing in all of life, and ... you've just proven to me why.
authoranon, please tell me that you're a professional writer, or at the very least, aspiring to be? I think that was some of the best written prose that I've ever read.
I'm not the OP, but from the bottom of my soul, thank you for writing this.
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Please allow me to voice my appreciation for this, this was simply beautiful.
You handled the emotions in this in a nice, subtle manner, touching without it becoming over-the-top and unrealistic.
A touch of humour in their banter, a lot of layers in the communication...that's very, very nice writing.
Thanks for posting it.
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