Two vigilantes with weapons? What's the worst that can happen?
Who: Garrus Vakarian [rocketfaced] and Ezio Auditore [maestro_ezio]
What: Meeting times! Finally!
When: Today!
Where: In the slums on a rooftop!
Warnings: None really!
It was really shaping up to be one of those days.
Not the kind of day where things blew up and bullets whizzed through the air with the occasional merc flailing around, body ablaze. Those were actually fun. This, this was one of those slow days where not even an angry sewer rat popped up to cause some kind of trouble.
Garrus sighed heavily, his loyal sniper rifle sliding slowly through his three-digited hands and into his lap as he slumped against the raised edge of a rooftop. Supposedly, a meeting between a few underground mob bigwigs was supposed to occur, and Garrus, always one for spreading a little chaos, showed up to crash the party and ruffle a few feathers. Plans, apparently, had changed.
What: Meeting times! Finally!
When: Today!
Where: In the slums on a rooftop!
Warnings: None really!
It was really shaping up to be one of those days.
Not the kind of day where things blew up and bullets whizzed through the air with the occasional merc flailing around, body ablaze. Those were actually fun. This, this was one of those slow days where not even an angry sewer rat popped up to cause some kind of trouble.
Garrus sighed heavily, his loyal sniper rifle sliding slowly through his three-digited hands and into his lap as he slumped against the raised edge of a rooftop. Supposedly, a meeting between a few underground mob bigwigs was supposed to occur, and Garrus, always one for spreading a little chaos, showed up to crash the party and ruffle a few feathers. Plans, apparently, had changed.