I’m going to with everyone but Jane and Garrus because that feels like cheating.
8. Most likely to flirt to get what they want
Cassia knows she looks good, is proud of it, and will do whatever it takes. She doesn’t like to take advantage in her daily life, but if a mission calls for it, she’ll flaunt all over the place.
12. Most likely to take selfies at inappropriate times
Cassia. Granted, not in battle, but she loves to take photos. I don’t like to think of her as the more annoying stereotype, but she does like to take selfies when she’s interested in something.
24. Most likely to go to a party just for the food
Damocles, but it’s usually because he’s been dragged to a party by Cassia. Saren, too, but he doesn’t really have the same relationship with food that Damocles has, lol
Hm … Given that their mom sings and plays instruments, it’s a bit of a given. Damocles surprisingly sings better than most expect out of his broody self. Cassia tries to sing quite often, so it isn’t really surprising to anyone, but Damocles can play guitar and sing pretty well. Most people seem to forget his mother taught both children. Saren can sing well in subvocals, but you’d have to blackmail him into even attempting to sing with his main voice, so I can’t really tell if he’d be a good singer.
22. Most likely to sleepwalk/talk
Damocles and Cassia both sleeptalk at times. It’s usually when she’s really tired or he had a bad day. She is pretty damn cute and talks nonsense, but he talks in a rough Palaveni.
28. Most likely to eat cake for breakfast
Cassia, definitely Cassia.
29. Most likely to go bridge/cliff-jumping
Damocles. He’s the one to run into battle with biotics flying and slashing with omni-blades. You’d see people killed more by his hands or biotics than weapons, so that daring attitude would easily translate into something like jumping crazy heights.
Absolutely yes! They love knotting. Not only does it feel incredible for them both, but they love to just cuddle and talk. They can’t always knot, like when they need quickies, but they spend nights just together, just knotted and snuggling under the blankets. Come to think of it, I’m not surprised if they even watched movies together during the time they were stuck together.
Oh my god, this is too funny. I never thought about family photos, but this fits perfectly after the one scene in Recrudescence where she coordinated everyone’s outfits, lol. Poor Garrus just accepts it and the kids used to have fun until they found out it’s ‘uncool.’
“You waltz in here and then ask me for favors?” She barks an unamused laugh. “Are you trying to piss me off?”
“It’s not so much a favor as information.” Nihlus clenches his jaw at her arched brow, forcing himself to relax and watch his words. “You have eyes and ears everywhere. You might know anyone that goes against the norm of this place. Someone who actually gives a shit what happens to people here.”
He knows he has just bitten past her elegant, asari interior and into the rotten core as she stiffens and lets a flicker of biotics shimmer across her form. “Your fucking stupidity will get you killed.” She relaxes, face shifting into the expressionless mask of indifference. “You won’t find anyone here of that nature. Omega only has mercs, and not a damn one of them would just help you out of the kindness of their hearts.” She snorts and says, “They’d just as soon kill you as help.”
Fighting not to sigh in disappointment, Nihlus balls his hands into fists. He knew there wouldn’t be a single person on this pathetic station, but he admits to having a fraction of naive hope. It’s better to grant himself some hope at times or suffer the fate of a tattered psyche like his mentor from decades of beating down any trace of faith.
He hears Aria sigh loudly, her shoulders bouncing in exaggeration. “Fine. Since you look like an absolutely pathetic child sitting there, I’ll give you one name to look into. Archangel.”
Blinking in surprise at the very human name, he rumbles curiously. He knows of a human religion involving otherworldly beings by the name, but doesn’t expect it to make any sort of appearance here, in this place of living decay. Still, he’ll accept the little bit of information given.
“Archangel.” Testing his luck, he flicks his mandibles and hums softly. “Is there anything else you’d tell me?”
She makes an insufferable grumble as she flicks her eyes up to the ceiling before looking back down to him. “He’s some kind of vigilante with a fucking deathwish. He has a band of other idiots who all think they can – fuck, I don’t know what the hell they’re thinking they can accomplish. They make it a habit of getting in the ways of the Blood Pack, Blue Suns, and Eclipse, to name a few.” She shrugs, obviously having no opinion of Archangel one way or another. “Ask the dancers for information. I’m not your fucking informant.”
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