turiandancer:

She wouldn’t recognize him. Not at all given how little she payed attention to vidscreens these days. Her disassociation with the Hierarchy itself hadn’t made those odds any better. The word Primarch was merely a term she heard seldomly from other turians. One in particular, a cabal, had lamented a few times over one. Fildelion? Frirelean—? The dead one. Not that that fact narrowed down who she was referring to but that wasn’t important right now.

No, right now she was just blinking at the man and wondering what a tupari was. His face, movements, and words all told her exactly what era he came from. She wondered if what he was mentioning was just as old.

“A dextro what-?” Lucky remarked in return. Her mandibles and browplates showing her slight confusion clearly though he now had her full attention.

                     He really regretted this.  It just went to show how hopeless he’d become in all matters removed from diplomacy and warmongering.  He made a curt gesture with one of his hands, as if it could somehow help illustrate his point.  “Tupari.  You know, the carbonated soft drink so popular with asari and humans?  It’s all the rage, now.  So I hear."  He stared, mandibles twitching, then turned away with a dismissive wave of his hand. 

               "Nevermind.  I’m out of practice making idle conversation.”

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