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Liselle nods as Gavin reassures her everything is fine. She’s glad. She rarely makes bad first impressions, and she had been concerned that she might’ve done just that. After all, that would leave a burn mark for a while. As he returns, she offers him a polite smile.

“It’s good to meet you, Gavin. Connor spoke fondly of you.” She remarks. The android did. In a way. Mentioned something about him being stubborn, just like Hank, but he’d described the younger detective as ‘as competent as he is grouchy’ and ‘bordering on being charming once you get used to his cantankerous exterior’ with a hint of a smile on his face.

“Are you two good friends?” Liselle asks with a warm curiosity in her voice. She is never against small talk; it can come in handy. Figuring out the dynamics of a team is crucial when you have to work together. As far as work teams went, this seemed to be a rather.. colorful team, with an android-detective and a lieutenant that seemed to spend his mornings in bars on a regular basis when he should be working already.

Truthfully, she had no idea what to think of an android detective. Connor was pleasant to be around, without a doubt, but after everything that has been going on, Liselle understood those who were wary of androids. Even if she was far from one of the folks who were anti-android. And as someone who took pride in her skills as a detective, a workaholic in the truest sense, she can relate to anyone who feels like they have their skills insulted. As a cold case detective, she’d usually the one to give people that feeling - but now, with a highly efficient prototype of a detective around?

She quickly snaps back to reality, letting those thoughts go. “Is there a desk that I can use?”

She figured she might as well ask Gavin. He knew his way around the department just as well as Hank did.

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@omegalegacy said: 49. for an awkward starter (starter prompt, gavin)

Well, this was a bit of a shit way to end his day. His search for a quick caffeine fix before he headed out for the day seemed to be met with Liselle spilling extremely hot coffee onto the detective. "Fuck! Fuck!" Yeah, it's hot all right; Finding this out as the liquid spills out when the two collide with one another as they both rounded opposite corners at the same time.

While Liselle seemed to avoid getting burned by the scorching hot liquid herself, Gavin hadn't been as lucky. Shirt wasn't enough to shield him as it quickly soaked through the fabric whilst stray droplets also manage to drip onto exposed arms due to his not having put his jacket on yet. Big mistake, clearly. "Fucking hell that's hot." And as much as he'd love to just cuss her out for bumping into him and causing this to happen - as though it's solely her fault - Gavin is far too busy moving toward the counter in hopes of using napkins to dry himself off in a bit of a hurry.

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need to write liselle more in her dbh verse ufjjdiadadawadsjio

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the pain of being able to picture exactly what your muse's voice sounds like but there is no voiceclaim quite like that

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“It’s a private clinic. Shkollis district.” Liselle replied upfrontly without an ounce of hesitation. She was aware the district’s reputation might scare him off. It was a Batarian district, and that alone was reason enough for other species to avoid the area. Not that aliens got in easily. Local gangs made it hard for anyone to survive trying to get in unless they were cargo.

Some of the rumors were true— the amount of xenophobia towards other races was baffling, and there wasn’t exactly a scarce amount of slave trade going on. In reality, though, some of the ‘finer’ places on Omega didn’t have any less slave trade going on. It was just that Liselle’s kind excelled in making slavery look like something far less morally wicked. Indentured service was just one of the euphemisms her people had for it. All in all, it wasn’t the worst place on the station (even if that was a low bar on Omega) barring its sickening xenophobia.

And when it came to medical treatment, it was the best place to seek out. Batarians were on the cutting edge of medical technology. Getting a turian who took a rocket to the face into good shape wouldn’t be an issue.

“I know a way to get there safely.” She assured. Well, mostly safely. There might be some obstacles she’d have to deal with, but Liselle was willing to take that risk if it meant getting intel on whoever that bastard was who took her lover. Normally, she would’ve preferred different clinics, like the one she and her mother would go to, but that wasn’t an option. She couldn’t risk her mother’s people seeing her with the turian.

“Are you okay with it?” Liselle asked.

If Garrus agreed, she’d open her omnitool to send a message. “A contact of mine can pick us up. The rendezvous point isn’t far. Let’s go.” She’d then beckon him to follow her. The route is an unconventional one, with the two of them eventually ending up having to go through a thin passage of two buildings very close to one another. “I apologize for the inconvenience.” Turians might be thin, but they had a fringe and a cowl that got in the way. Liselle, on the other hand, would be able to walk through that tunnel effortlessly. “The Blood Pack occasionally ventures into this area; not often, but we’d better not risk anything.”

Garrus was wrong in his assumption. Aria didn‘t want him saved— Liselle knew that much. Perhaps she didn’t want him dead like the other mercs, but Liselle‘s mother wouldn‘t care whether Archangel lived or died. As long as he wouldn‘t piss her off. What would devastate Aria, though, would be if she were to find out about her daughter‘s plans. Teaming up with Archangel. A dangerous plan. A desperate measure.

His words were ironic. Liselle was about to work against Aria. Not the way other people tended to. In a worse way. She wasn‘t a nuisance, some insignificant person Aria could get rid of. She was her daughter. It was a secret so well kept, that the day they would pass, it would die with them. And as Aria‘s daughter, she was her only weak point. Her soft spot. If Mother were to find out Liselle is planning something like this.

Liselle didn‘t want to think of the consequences. No. This wasn‘t ever going to happen. No point in imagining such a scenario.

„Proof?“ Liselle raised a brow. „Proof that I work for Aria?“ She paused for a moment. Why would Archangel need that verified? „If you believe Aria is involved in this— I‘m now enlightening you that she isn‘t. I may work for her, but my interest in you is entirely personal.“ Liselle explained.

„You‘ve been around. You‘ve got some leads that I need. There‘s someone that I need to dispose of.“ The words are laced with just a tinge of venom. Judging by her expression, it may seem as if whoever she is talking about merely got in her way, pissed her off a little. But it ran deeper than just that. Inside, she’s equally as crestfallen as terrified, though she keeps a calm composure thanks to the mask of stoicism she has learned to perfect over countless years. Liselle rarely is scared. Rarely does she act out of desperation. Here she was.

„We can talk more, but not here. This sort of conversation is best kept private.“ Liselle suggested. „And if any of the mercs come visit and they see you? They may have never seen your face, but regardless, they’ll recognize you. It’s so painfully obvious you just took a rocket to the face.“ Harsh words, but Liselle‘s tone was playful, almost warm. She knew Garrus could handle dark humor. Perhaps it would even help establish rapport if she mirrored some of his humorous mannerisms. She was good at reading people and she had sensed that Garrus was the kind of person to cope with humor when everything seemed to be going haywire.

„I know a place where you‘d get better medical treatment, anyway.“

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Garrus was wrong in his assumption. Aria didn‘t want him saved— Liselle knew that much. Perhaps she didn’t want him dead like the other mercs, but Liselle‘s mother wouldn‘t care whether Archangel lived or died. As long as he wouldn‘t piss her off. What would devastate Aria, though, would be if she were to find out about her daughter‘s plans. Teaming up with Archangel. A dangerous plan. A desperate measure.

His words were ironic. Liselle was about to work against Aria. Not the way other people tended to. In a worse way. She wasn‘t a nuisance, some insignificant person Aria could get rid of. She was her daughter. It was a secret so well kept, that the day they would pass, it would die with them. And as Aria‘s daughter, she was her only weak point. Her soft spot. If Mother were to find out Liselle is planning something like this.

Liselle didn‘t want to think of the consequences. No. This wasn‘t ever going to happen. No point in imagining such a scenario.

„Proof?“ Liselle raised a brow. „Proof that I work for Aria?“ She paused for a moment. Why would Archangel need that verified? „If you believe Aria is involved in this— I‘m now enlightening you that she isn‘t. I may work for her, but my interest in you is entirely personal.“ Liselle explained.

„You‘ve been around. You‘ve got some leads that I need. There‘s someone that I need to dispose of.“ The words are laced with just a tinge of venom. Judging by her expression, it may seem as if whoever she is talking about merely got in her way, pissed her off a little. But it ran deeper than just that. Inside, she’s equally as crestfallen as terrified, though she keeps a calm composure thanks to the mask of stoicism she has learned to perfect over countless years. Liselle rarely is scared. Rarely does she act out of desperation. Here she was.

„We can talk more, but not here. This sort of conversation is best kept private.“ Liselle suggested. „And if any of the mercs come visit and they see you? They may have never seen your face, but regardless, they’ll recognize you. It’s so painfully obvious you just took a rocket to the face.“ Harsh words, but Liselle‘s tone was playful, almost warm. She knew Garrus could handle dark humor. Perhaps it would even help establish rapport if she mirrored some of his humorous mannerisms. She was good at reading people and she had sensed that Garrus was the kind of person to cope with humor when everything seemed to be going haywire.

„I know a place where you‘d get better medical treatment, anyway.“

Garrus looked so still and on edge that he might've been a convincing statue, there outside the slum clinic in the dark. Aria wanted him saved? He'd been wise not to directly piss her off, but meanwhile Garrus knew he wasn't exactly useful to her now.

He wasn't useful to anyone now. Still hanging on by a thread, no matter who was trying to scrape him off.

The dark thought passed, and Garrus snapped back to attention, eyes narrowed at Liselle. "Makes sense. You don't have that kind of pull working against her around here. ...Regardless, I'll need proof."

"And a reason for your... kind gesture. I doubt it's for the tax writeoff."

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Liselle gives the detective an affirmative nod. “I am. My name is Liselle.” She introduces herself. Normally, she’d extend a hand, but the woman has a feeling Gavin is not the handshaking type. Unless he offers her a hand, they won’t be shaking hands.

“I’m a cold case detective. I’ve been hired to investigate the B-342 case.” She explains, leaning against a counter. Shortly after the peaceful android revolution, a series of crimes committed by androids against humans occurred. Murders. It had caused a notable increase in protests against androids. All sorts of wild theories came up in public, whether Markus’ peaceful demonstrations had been sheer manipulation to lure humans into a false sense of security. Groups claiming that androids sought to destroy humanity. Demands to shut all androids down.

After the DPD failed to make any progress with the case, it’d been closed. Much to Hank and Connor’s dismay, they put in their best efforts to find a way to get back to working on the case.

Sadly, the DPD lacked the money and resources to open its own cold case unit. Albeit Connor found some good evidence to convince Liselle’s organization to send a detective— her, to work with the DPD on the case. Unlike her, any DPD personnel who worked on the case wouldn’t get paid, though. The case’s been closed, after all.

It hadn’t stopped Connor, however. And Hank? Well, Liselle will see if he’ll collaborate or not. According to Connor, the man is rather stubborn. Just like the other coworker he mentioned— Gavin.

“I apologize for this incident.” She awkwardly notes, hoping she’ll get a name.

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@omegalegacy said: 49. for an awkward starter (starter prompt, gavin)

Well, this was a bit of a shit way to end his day. His search for a quick caffeine fix before he headed out for the day seemed to be met with Liselle spilling extremely hot coffee onto the detective. "Fuck! Fuck!" Yeah, it's hot all right; Finding this out as the liquid spills out when the two collide with one another as they both rounded opposite corners at the same time.

While Liselle seemed to avoid getting burned by the scorching hot liquid herself, Gavin hadn't been as lucky. Shirt wasn't enough to shield him as it quickly soaked through the fabric whilst stray droplets also manage to drip onto exposed arms due to his not having put his jacket on yet. Big mistake, clearly. "Fucking hell that's hot." And as much as he'd love to just cuss her out for bumping into him and causing this to happen - as though it's solely her fault - Gavin is far too busy moving toward the counter in hopes of using napkins to dry himself off in a bit of a hurry.

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Justicars are a rare sight anywhere. Few asari decide to join their order these days. Even fewer make it through the rigorous training program that comes with becoming a Justicar.

Omega is a breeding ground for crime. Located in the lawless Terminus Systems, there are no official laws, aside from the infamous rule: Don’t fuck with Aria. As such, it is filled with criminal activity of every kind. Murder, piracy, all sorts of illegal goods. Slavery even. There is no shortage of morally warped activities occurring on the asteroid. A Justicar wouldn’t have a difficult time finding opponents there. They are abundant.

That makes a Justicar an unwelcome sight on Omega, with most of the citizens making themselves a possible target leading lives of crime. Given how powerful Justicars are, it is difficult to escape them. That means a Justicar on the station makes for a tremendous amount of trouble.

Liselle’s mother might have been equally as powerful, but she still does not like the idea of a Justicar on her station. Especially when such a Justicar operates in such a subtle manner that it is difficult to track her activities.

No surprise the queen would choose to send her daughter to take out Justicar Samara. Of course, Aria didn’t expect Liselle to go up against Samara in a straight fight. That would be foolish. Suicidal. As usual, Liselle would use a more subtle approach. Find a way to get under the Justicar’s skin. Liselle does not know the Justicar, but there is be no doubt gaining her trust will be difficult. Perhaps the most challenging job she’s ever been assigned to. Notwithstanding, Liselle is determined to succeed. She has to. Mother chose her to take down the Justicar. Liselle can’t afford to disappoint her.

And there she stands. Samara. She’s as ravishing in her physical form as rumored, a tall figure with a bone structure as if sculpted from marble. Liselle finds that Samara walks the streets of Omega in a similar way to her as if it were second nature. Gracefully, yet with caution. Unlike the newcomers or those who couldn’t get used to life on the station. Their tense muscles and constant paranoid looks over their shoulder always give it away. Samara may not have been born here like Liselle, but had Liselle not known any better, she would’ve thought Samara knew the station as well as she does.

She even knows where to get food for free on Omega of all places. The hook is that being the owner of any establishment here is a death sentence if you aren’t careful.

“The establishment is under new ownership.” Liselle remarks in her best matter-of-fact tone. Liselle doesn’t want the Justicar to get the wrong idea, to think she is somehow involved. No, Liselle isn’t involved in the owner’s death, who became a victim of the greedy nature of Omega’s population.

She takes a single step towards the Justicar, enough to draw the woman’s attention, but hopefully not enough to come across as threatening. Liselle is carrying a sidearm; as any sane person on Omega should if they can afford it. “Though I know of a few other places where a Justicar would find something to eat.”

Surely it can be a trap. Especially on Omega. Liselle knows how her offer for help may come across. Though for an asari, Liselle’s behavior isn’t unusual. Justicars were under oath not to have any personal possessions, including money. This meant Justicars were dependent on the courtesy of other people when they sought food or shelter. As Justicars were highly respected in asari society, many asari offered them such things.

Liselle would prove no exception. That’s not to say she doesn’t have ulterior motives, though.

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“Threaten you? No.” The asari assured. “If I’d come here with hostile intentions, you’d be out of your misery by now.” She elucidated.

"Consider yourself lucky that a certain stranger has taken measures to ensure the mercs think you're dead." Liselle crossed her arms. It was a risky move -- using her mother's resources to fake Archangel's death -- but she did a clean job. No one would be able to trace it back to her.

And it certainly would give her an edge in negotiating with him. He'd be more inclined to trust someone who has done him such a favor to keep him alive, Liselle figured. And, most importantly? If Liselle could fake his death, she could just as easily rat him out. Not that she'd use blackmail, but she thought that perhaps the turian would be aware that, in theory, Liselle could blow his cover anytime she wanted. For a lot of people, such a dilemma was convincing enough of a motive to play along.

"You're welcome", Liselle added, her complacent delivery of those words not making it difficult to deduce that by a certain stranger, she meant herself.

"I work for Aria", she admitted. Liselle doubted that being under her employ wouldn't put Archangel on guard, but... there was no point in lying, whether by deception or omission. Perhaps it would make it harder to break the ice, but she found sometimes being upfront proved beneficial.. In the long run.

The Asari was straight to the point; Garrus would've found himself respecting that if he wasn't so busy bristling at it.

Bristling at how right she was.

He was on borrowed time here, on more than one sense; between the mercs that would come to finish the job once they learned he was alive and the less-than-stellar medical care... if an infection didn't kill him, a bullet would. His stomach churned at those words, roiling with the sea of antibiotics and stimulants keeping him upright.

A sharp breath in. A grumbling breath out, hiding the wheeze of his mutilated throat. "...Looks like you came prepared, then. Liselle."

"Here's... hoping you didn't prepare so much just to threaten me." A pause. He was collecting his breath. It was like breathing through a straw made of tissue paper. "And I have a feeling it's not just out of the goodness of your heart. ...Who are you?"

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Impressive. This turian had finely honed instincts. Few ever took note of the fact they were being watched by Liselle T'loak. Then again ‒ he wouldn't have made it so far doing the kind of things he'd done on Omega, had not been for his sharp mind. Archangel's face was known now. Of course he was on higher alert than ever, especially after said face had been struck by a rocket.

"No", Liselle confirmed, the ghost of a smile flickering across her indigo face. "He does not."

Her own gun remained untouched. Archangel may be dangerous, but he was not stupid enough to pull a trigger so quickly. And she didn't intend to put the man any more on edge than he already was.

"Good choice coming to Mordin's clinic." She commented. Mordin was a doctor of questionable morals. Ruthless as he was brilliant. Even she couldn't figure him out, but Liselle was certain that the turian would be dead by now, had he come to any of the supposedly highest security clinics on Omega. This place lacked quality equipment to properly treat his injuries, but it would keep him alive. For a short while, anyway.

"But you should've figured out by now that resources are very limited here", Liselle noted. "You're in for a rather long recovery." She wasn't a doctor, but that much she knew.

"And this clinic is neutral territory ground. As chivalrous the salarian doctor might have been to you, he's been known to treat members of the Eclipse and Blue Suns. It'll raise suspicion if he suddenly prohibits them access", the asari remarked. It was only a matter of time until he'd run into someone who'd not take the news that Archangel wasn't in fact dead, as well as Liselle did.

"Forgive my lack of manners. My name is Liselle. And I could offer you a better place to stay than here."

Promising words, an offer myriadfold more questionable than tempting, she'd imagine. Liselle was prepared to ease his suspicions, though.

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part of the reason why i think aria kills petrovsky so slowly, is because of what happened to liselle.

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