wrexofurdnot:

askvalosthequarian:

wrexofurdnot:

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"You went to battle… without me?"

I let you have the next batch of Blood Packs. After what I did to the last ones…Well, let’s just say I’d be surprised if they didn’t want my head on a silver platter.

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"I expect you fulfill this promise then. I’ve already missed out on enough fighting to miss out on this."

Keep on my six then. They’ll come running soon enough. Oh, have you ever flayed a Vorcha alive?”

wrexofurdnot:

askvalosthequarian:

wrexofurdnot:

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"Is this what I think it is?!"

*Wipes blood off visor*

Well it certainly ain’t ketchup, Red.

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"You went to battle… without me?"

I let you have the next batch of Blood Packs. After what I did to the last ones…Well, let’s just say I’d be surprised if they didn’t want my head on a silver platter.

allianceashleywilliams:

askvalosthequarian:

Nah, my other mental half. Dissociative Identity Disorder. Remember, moments ago, how I said I was currently  the Phoenix of Omega? 

Ashley narrowed her eyes, not sure where this was going. “Okay…” she said cautiously. “What do you mean, exactly?”

Usually, this body belongs to a bleeding heart named Val’Os. If he ever becomes angered or endangered, however, he mentally shuts down…and I take his place. It’s sorta like that old earth comic. The bulk or whatever."   

allianceashleywilliams:

askvalosthequarian:

The fucking Normandy? What a coincidence. My other half does frequent repairs on that ship.

Slightly disappointed that the Normandy didn’t evoke the awe that it usually did, Ashley focused on what Valos had just said. “Tali?” she guessed, quirking an eyebrow. She would have never guessed that shy little Tali would be involved with a….vigilante.

Nah, my other mental half. Dissociative Identity Disorder. Remember, moments ago, how I said I was currently  the Phoenix of Omega?