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[Javik]

Life on the Citadel, hectic though it had been for a while after the end of the war, was returning to normal at last it would seem. Many refugees had been able to return to what remained of their homes, those that hadn't were in the process of being sorted out to return home. Many of them had decided to make at least a passing effort to catch some glimpse or get a picture of the last living Prothean. The last of the beings they had mistaken as divine or learned the amazing influence of, standing tall in ancient yet remarkably advanced armor and paying little heed to the masses behind him. Javik's four eyes had studied the Citadel's details more times since the end of the Reaper war than he cared to count. He wagered he could easily mold a perfect replica of every minute detail by this point.

Peace was still a very foreign concept to the Prothean. All he had ever known was war, and to not have to keep a hand on or near a weapon at all times made him feel as though he had lost a limb. Going without his armor felt as though he were walking about without skin, even in the privacy of a separate room, and so it was on, polished as opposed to its usual dull gleam. He had never before had time to meticulously clean and repair the old armor, and now he thought the look quite fitting. A display of pride to honor his fallen race, maybe. Or maybe just cleaned armor. The Prothean again heard the familiar sounds of someone walking up behind him to ask a question to the ancient alien. He decided to humor whoever it may be, but he didn't bother turning around.

"What is it?"

[Briar 'Blue' Jennings]

"Nothing really. I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about."

Okay, probably not the best way to greet the stranger, but Blue really didn't know what else to say. She wasn't lying; she had really sought him out just to see what this 'Prothean' was and why so many were murmuring about him like they thought he was something more then mortal.

If she had found something to do with her spare time, this might not have happened. But without a official commission or a ship to report to, the biotic had pretty much been left with time on her hands and not enough things to do to fill it. She'd done her best to fill it productively but aiding the few N7 soldiers that knew through her brother and offering some aid with the reconstruction.

But, sadly... mostly she was either people watching on the Commons or dwelling on her dwindling cred count. Shes taken to doing almost anything to distract herself - window shopping, dancing at the club, people watching. A LOT of people watching.

So when the murmur of the Prothean survivor who had fought with Commander Shepard in the final battle has been seen wandering the Citadel, what had she done? Well, if she had been smart, she would have ignored it and gone to Apollo's, got a cup of tea, and watched the ships come onto port.

Instead though, she had gone looking for him. She knew every little about the Prothean race as a whole - she'd never paid that much attention in lessons. Seemed as good a time as any to get some first hand experience; and she could tell Flint's children she had met a real life Prothean.

Now though, standing there watching the broad back of the alien warrior, Blue was really not sure it have been a good idea to track him down. He was a fair bit taller then her (Blue guessed roughly a foot and a half, possibly a bit more) and rather imposing even though he was facing away from her. She briefly considered backing up into the masses, vanishing before the warrior in the stark red armor had a chance to turn and face her.

What would that accomplish really? Blue wasn't one to normally spook - but if she was going to, the dude had the aura to probably send her running. She held her ground, mostly out of ego rather then anything else, looking him over from behind before speaking again.

"Every corner of this place it talking about you. I wanted to see how much of the rumor was true and how much was fear getting the better of them all."

(UGH! Horrible post, but hope it works to start. =) Didn't want you to be left alone.)

[Javik]

He wasn't too surprised at the human's answer. Investigating the life form that had the entire station buzzing, as many had done already. It was a strange feeling, to be the center of attention merely because he was Prothean. They had more pressing matters to focus on than a representative of a dead empire. He wondered abjectly if that fact made him the emperor of the Prothean empire, meaningless though the title would be.

"Primitives have been talking about the Protheans since we met the Asari. I am not surprised that they still are," Javik replied, not bothering to turn to the human. It was a fact of life; the Protheans were the great precursor society that everyone had learned from. Of course conversation would drift towards them, especially with their vanishing because of the Reapers. "Let me guess. You want some piece of ancient Prothean wisdom to tell your allies and family? Or a picture to show them?"

Finally, the ancient alien turned to face the human, noting as usual the large height difference between his race and theirs. It was always a bit jarring to attempt to make eye contact two feet above the speaker's head. "You seem familiar. You were involved with the war, on the same battlefield as I was. I had expected most of the soldiers to have returned to their homes by now to ensure stability." They weren't questions, or really statements even. More observations, made as his four eyes examined the blue haired human. It wasn't often one had so unnatural a hair color. But then, the last time he had noticed humans before his sleep, they had been in possession of much, much more hair. Javik made a sound that was similar to a cross between a growl and a sigh.

"You fought the Reapers and survived. You have earned that much respect. My name is Javik."

[Briar 'Blue' Jennings]

Primitives? Oh charming. Blue suppressed the urge to roll her eyes and smile - mostly cause it was just so bizarre to take offense too. The tone the Prothean spoke it in; it wasn't exactly toned as a insult, but she guessed more then one species would have taken it as such. Especially Asari or Salarian... man, that had to be a great reaction. It didn't bother her as much as it should because, afterall, Humans had been called worse over the years. Primitives was so bad.

A picture? Blue shook her head, arms folded over her chest as she spoke. "Nope; no pictures or no wise words needed. Like I said, I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about. Pretty sure you have enough people asking for those things already; I'm not planned to aid to the trouble." Something about the way he had said it made her pause, tilting her head a little as she watched his shoulders. He was a hard one to read... but then, she'd never met a 'Prothean' before. "Not a fan of the attention, I take it?"

When he did turn to face her, Blue was pretty proud she hadn't backed away from him. Already taller then her and imposing as heck from the back - face to face wasn't much better. For a moment, she felt almost trapped by the quad set of eyes - a Batarian's gaze had nothing on looks this guy gave.

She was taken back a little a his words. Has he seen her on the battlefield? Granted, Briar sort of stood out, but she was sure she would have noticed the seven foot alien samurai kicking Reaper butt if she had been there. At the same time... she had been covering Drake's men and dealing with Flint's injury. It was a little disappointing thought; she was pretty sure it would have been awesome to see this guy in action in a fight like that.

"Most soldiers did go back, but a few of us just don't have much to go back to. I stayed on up here, seeing if I could help out. Mostly though, I spend lots of time watching trying to amuse myself and stay out of Csec's way." Lame, but true. She didn't really have a reason to lie to him, right?

Tilting her chin up, she tried not to feel so small as he peered down on her as he introduced himself. She doubted there was many things higher up there on the kudos list then getting praise from a Prothean. "Javik. I like that, much better then calling you 'the Prothean'. My name is Briar, but most people call me Blue." With a sly smile, she freed a hand and caught a bit of her sky colored mane in between her thumb and pointer finger. "For pretty plain reasons. You can use whichever you like."

(Kinda lame, sorry.)