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Нравится мне его улыбка ^.^
С утра так посмотришь на арт- и настроение на весь день появляется С:
Увидела в комментах, что есть фанф связанный с этим артом, можно ссылочку для "ознакомления с материалами"? Х)
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спасибо большое^^ конечно, вот мой фанф
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Спасибо,первый прочитала- мне понравилось 
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xDD ну а что же еще остается?
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Да, я думаю для Явика-только крайние меры Х)
Как-то с подругой обсуждали ход романа с Явиком..пришли к выводу, что если алкоголь не поможет, то подойти тихонько со спины к Явику, пока он руки моет, ударить чем потяжелее и тащить его в каюту капитана-Пикап мастер жэ XD
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ахах да, точно, а потом конечностей не соберешь
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Хмм... ты натолкнула меня на идею, как бы это назвать-то.."Спроецировать" себя в виде протеанки XD
Нужно запомнить .__.
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меня, тоесть мою фоту, уже проецировали xD вот[link]
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Сравнила ещё твою фотографию, по мне так похоже
В общем, закончу арт с Явиком, нужно попытаться как-то себя прорисовать. Идея-то отличная
Хотя у меня с передачей черт и вообще рисованием людей/гуманоидов проблемы Г_Г Но всё приходит с опытом и попытками Х)
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это точно^^ думаю, получится хорошо
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Явик в клубе Оо Это надо запомнить ... даже сохранить...
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ахах, ну да
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Знакомы, читали, восхищались 
Сердце Цитадели, если не ошибаюсь...
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именно 
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*поддерживает всеми конечностями*
БОЛЬШЕ ЯВИКА, БОЛЬШЕ. ВЕЗДЕ БОЛЬШЕ
xD
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ну, это можно устроить xDD моя комната уже пострадала от этого 
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да-да, даже Явик может улыбаться. Ну, когда выпьет^^ НУ, и не только...
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Как любитель Явика, говорю: У Вас он неотразим! Улыбка ему идет
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спасибо
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OMG!! Это идеально))))) Честно, так нравится что даже не знаю что еще сказать Х) И Шепард идеальна XD
Интересно, сколько потребовалось выпить Явику чтобы на пол пути не сбежать мыть руки...
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спасибо
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Найс! Прочитала, посмеялась над парой моментов, очень понравилось!
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i thought too... xDD and i think
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let me translate this without a translator
Jane Shepard in thought wandered to his cabin. Diana had just left, taking with them a vast amount of material for the story. The woman had a headache spectrum of all these stupid questions, like a little rest. Jane sighed and relaxed in his chair, holding on his knees a personal terminal. It would be nice to check the mail, and that Shep did not read the letters received for several days. Cases of the case ...
So, a couple of requests for assistance from the colonies of various nations - to accept. Letter from Jack - then read it. Hmm ... Even in wartime, these monsters manage to send spam, the horror! So, two more letters. Hmm ... an invitation from Garrus
Shepard sat in his chair and closed her eyes, eyes pinched. Oh, this cute turian. How long they have been together, how many survived. For a long time, it was even keen on them, giving the rash promises. Now what? What do these promises mean now on the verge of the end of all life? In the face of death? But even this was not the main problem of relations between Shepard and Garrus ... It's not that.
Shepard without reading it, said the message from turiantsy as read. I do not want overlap more with the past, reopen what has now become a dead letter. Thus, it remains one more letter.
Girl shelknula finger on a small panel to "open". "From Yavika?" - Rang in my head in bewilderment at the Jane. Strange. It is very strange. Hmm, an invitation to the Citadel, very nice ... Shepard remembered how proteanin told her about what had never been to this lovely plant, and always wanted to go there. She even wanted to invite him myself, but somehow did not dare for fear of ridicule on the part of the regular four-eyed alien gall. Close to embassies, mean? Shepard smiled sadly at his own thoughts: the embassies ... Do not be a Prothean its embassy.
There have been many requests for assistance, there was a war, but Shepard knew that as long as members do not come to a consensus, it does not help her, and not only and the people.
- The Joker - Jane commanded the void, knowing that the pilot will hear it. - The course at The Citadel. Team time to rest.
- Yes, ma'am, - was heard in response from hidden speakers on the ship.
Shepard tumbled into bed and decided a little nap during the flight. Even the saviors of the galaxy needed to rest.
**
- Commander Shepard, we arrived - there was a metallic voice of Susie, and Jane reluctantly unstick ever. Oh, how she slept, they managed to fly a few repeaters? Jumping up, Shep raced to the bathroom give himself up. A cold shower, a hairbrush, cosmetics and a little black dress, she was once a gift from Kasumi. Beauty can be sent to the Citadel, is not afraid to scare her sleepy view of all races, including proteanina.
- Susie, who stayed on the ship? - Shepard said, stepping into the elevator.
- Only you, Shepard. The rest of the crew already on the Citadel. - Did not take long to wait for a response. Well, well, then Susie with the Joker has also piled up in some bar. - Garrus asked you to pass ...
- I know - Jane muttered, interrupting Susie. The mood as the wind blew - a relationship with turian weighed her, but she could not leave him - it was important to her as a friend and ally. And the allies should not be given limp.
There was a lot of embassies, and the people were many. Hanaro floated lazily past, proudly paced workers turianskie C-Sec, gracefully flitted salarians, flexible figures could be seen asari and women of different races - drellok, people turianok Shepard ... And only a pillar standing on the ground, trying in this motley crowd, see figure proteanina.
- Commander, I was waiting for you - there was suddenly a familiar voice from behind the vibrating. Shepard turned around and saw before him Yavika. He stood a few meters away from her, but proteansky voice was so strong that there is still a deafening bell rang in my head Jane.
- Oh, hello, Yavik - Shep said hello, coming closer. People asari ... All wide-eyed, staring at Yavika, not knowing who is in front of them, but some instinct guessing. All aspects of his that could not fail to mention Jane, and for some reason this suit. However, for some reason? She knew why ...
- Thank you for coming to the meeting. - Man nodded, unceremoniously turned to Jane and marching back to the great window, through which a magnificent sunset view of the Citadel. Shepard followed him and stood on the right hand of proteanina. They were silent for a moment, admiring the beauty of the station. Shepard could see these petals every day and do not appreciate their beauty, but Yavik, first standing on the surface of the ancient symbol of power of the people, the symbol of freedom, saw them very differently ...
- Commander - he turned to Jane, breaking the silence. - I would like to tell you something ...
Shepard Yavika listened, listened, then horror, then dying away in awe. He talked about his people, how to live proteane to attack the reapers. How did he know that? As he remembered? Jane is not interested in her story completely captured the other. Or not another? Shep caught myself thinking that unwittingly (or wittingly?) Admires him, his eyes sharp outlines aristocratic cheekbones, every old hollow in the face, drowning in his amber eyes. She has always been difficult to determine the expression Yavika because of two pupils in each of the four eyes. But now she saw clearly: proteanin shines, he is happy as ever. Even his rough skin, usually gloomy gray, as though brightened, became almost a sky-blue hue. But even now proteanin not smiling ...
It must be noted Yavik keen eyes clouded Jane, looking at him, and fell silent. The story just came to an end, not happy. His face clouded again proteanina.
- There's something wrong, Commander? - Yavik frowned and pulled his hand was already to hand Sheppard to understand what human thought, this woman at a time. Shepard shyly hid his hands behind his back and muttered something in reply. Yavik shrugged his shoulders, the upper pairs blinked century.
- I beg your pardon - to Yaviku Hanaro swam awkwardly, making that turn. Shepard rolled her eyes: Oh, now begin ... - It heard you talking. You proteanin, is not it?
Yavik reached for Hanaro and touched him, gelatinous bodies, taking the memories. Rose pulled off the trunk light cramp, and Yavik otshagnul of Hanaro.
- Hah. - With his eternal scorn laughed proteanin. - Hanaro. Nice to meet his god?
- This is not worthy - Hanaro sang in fright and confusion - this saw the face of the mastermind behind this ...
- Do you really proteanin? - Interrupted by cries of a young asari Hanaro, approaching Yaviku becomes angry. They began to catch up with the representative of the other races, concluding Shepard and Yavika in the dense ring. And all the things asked excitedly, and stunned by such attention proteanin hardly had time to respond.
- In what we hope for? - Asked the asari.
- Why did you lose? Tell us about your troops - called turian.
- Inspirer ... - Hanaro continued.
- you live? - Asked a little girl turianka, vyskalzyvaya legs out from under the audience and pulling Yavika to the edge of the reservation.
Proteanin menacing growl, forcing onlookers gathered around him shrink and fall silent. Taking a small turianku on his hands, Yavik continued in silence. He said something about a general union and hope, sometimes going on the wrong political system. He told the same thing as saying a moment ago, Jane, and all listened without a murmur. He said, stroking the girl, for some reason, smiling with his eyes closed. Shepard is noticed, drawing attention to the greenish glow from the palms Yavika. He comforted the child? ..
Shep did not remember when it was over Yavika, but woke up when everyone is gone, and proteanin stood with his back to her, while continuing to enjoy the Citadel.
- Thanks for the tour, Commander. - Yavik said. - Today I learned a lot about your cycle. I have to go on board.
Proteanin briefly nodded and headed toward the docks. Shepard accompanied silent gaze of his retreating figure. The ideal posture, military bearing, and even attracted wide hips look commander. Jane shook her head - what nonsense? And where is he headed? .. Offered to take a walk on the citadel, and he stood in her, and went ahead. What ...
- Stop! - She cried, turning to run. Proteanin was already in the elevator when Shep called out to him. Forced to turn around.
- You are now behaving strangely, Commander - Yavik growled, stopping. - What's wrong?
- You want to look at the Citadel, it is true Yavik? - Shep tried to smile.
- I - nodded proteanin. - I've already thanked you for having given me this opportunity. Or would you prefer to receive the appreciation in the more .. material form? - He eyed the girl contemptuously.
- You only saw the embassy ... - Shep continued to smile his ideas. - And the docks. A large citadel. Come on, I'll make you a little tour?
- I would prefer to spend their free time in meditation and exercise. - Yavik rapped again pivoting to get away.
- No, no, wait - Jane involuntary movement Yavika grabbed by the arm, touching the bare part of his three-toed hands. Yavik stood in front of his eyes danced Commander thoughts and feelings, her feelings. Realizing that she had just done, Shep hastily drew back his hand. Yavik reddened sarcastically looked at Jane.
- If you insist ... - he nodded, squinting. The evening promised to be ... amusing.
**
They were standing in front of the "Purgatory." Just come, Jane and Yavik are not yet accustomed to the dim light of flickering of the club and so squinted, looking at the dancing figures.
- It is now a good time? - Shook his head skeptically proteanin, looking around the room. He was Commander visited today in almost every corner of the Citadel, which deserve attention. Now, after a long tour, the set of questions and curious glances, Shepard offered to go and rest. But Yavik presented it to yourself a little differently. - In my series of youth training in the evening went to the shooting range or telling each other stories. What are you doing here?
- Yavik, please, relax - Shepard, too tired. It was nearly morning, pink neon lights of the club nicely acted on the brain, relaxing the mind, taking them in the direction as usual in such evening, but is not valid under the midday sun. - Come on, I know what you need.
They came to the bar, where all repairs batarianka cute. When he saw Shepard, she nodded in greeting, and taking out shelves skaters glass, poured a turbid liquid commander.
- In my account, Rakita - Shep gave up, settling for a high chair. Yavik glumly watched it all. Sheppard is not happy, she was going to have fun, not watching the acidic proteanskoy mug. - Sit down, Yavik. - He sat down. - What will you drink?
Shepard thought Yavik can not be more angry than he was. She was wrong. When asked about the drink he frowned, his eyes almost did not become visible. Baring his teeth, he growled:
- In my empire alcohol was considered a worse thing than the Red Sand.
Jane had grown accustomed to such statements by Yavika, and therefore replied quite calmly:
- This is not your empire, I'm sorry for being rude - she called Rakita - so calm down and try to relax now at least. Even the invincible proteanam need a rest.
- I'm rested and fifty thousand years - hesitantly handed Yavik, but Jane has realized that he had surrendered. Shepard smiled.
- Rakita, a bottle of wine tessianskogo, 1990. What I have asked to bring a couple of years ago ... It still here?
- Of course, Jane - batarianka glanced at Yavika that all four eyes open staring at her - er, I am now.
Rakita retired to the back room, accompanied by a look proteanina . Shepard did not like it.
- Who is it? - Yavik asked, nodding in the direction of a bygone batarianki.
- Rakita, barmaid - Jane shrugged her shoulders, hunched disgruntled face.
- I realized - he looked at the captain as mentally retarded. - In my series there was no such appearance.
- It batarianka - breathed in some relief Shepard. - Batariane always in conflict with the people ... But the good Rakita.
- I have no doubt. - Yavik said thoughtfully into space. Shep shrugged and sipped a glass. Light warm drink is poured over the body, giving the rest. Shepard loved to drink here, and knew all the bartenders at The Citadel ...
- And then - she relaxed leaned on the counter. Yavik always insulted her. Even now, when she wanted to show their best side, proteanin ignored her. Annoying. And draws. - It is four eyes, how are you ... do you like it.
Yavik rolled his eyes, he stared at a content of his antics Shepard. This bartender - and even a woman? And the captain decided to ...?
- Do not talk nonsense, Commander - Yavik said with surprise. He did not look at women in this series ... as women. He saw them as cannon fodder, or good men.
- That's it, your wine! - Through the din of music batarianki smiling voice, taschivshey bottle of strange, graceful form. Rakita took out a couple of clean glasses Stoics of blue glass and pushed one of Shep, the other - to Yaviku. Surprisingly, the bartender did not stared at proteanina as other inhabitants of the Citadel. On the contrary, she behaved quite naturally. Apparently, visitors and employees, "Purgatory" is so used to seeing in a variety of freaks institution that would not be surprised, and Harbinger, who came for a drink or two.
Shepard nodded gratefully, and Rakita retired to other visitors. Jane filled the two glasses and said:
- Let's drink.
Yavik hesitantly took the glass and held his fingers to his lips.
- No, no, no, - protested Shepard, still determined to learn all the tricks of proteanina. - Adopted a toast to say, well, the solemn words, what we drink ... and just touch the glass of a partner ...
- drinking buddy, you want to say - Yavik muttered, looking at the dark-blue wine in the glass. - Why do it? Nonsense ...
- For a quick victory! - Shepard said insistently, so that all who sit close to hear it. It is easy to clinked glasses and sipped a glass of Yavikom. Proteanin did the same, trying to catch a closer look at Shepard.
- It is a pity that in our time, asari do not know wine - Yavik said, licking her lips narrow, dark tongue. - Otherwise, the emperor did not put a ban on alcohol.
Shepard smiled. The wine was worth its price - strong, with a slightly sweet taste, a little nips sky. Nice to take a break from shooting with the Huskies and feel like a normal person. The usual notion of a relative, in the usual sitting next to proteaninom and drink with him azariyskie expensive wine.
Jane worried about only one thing - Yavik've never even tried batarian beer, not that good wine with Tess ... Who knows how his body reacts to it ?
have proteanina slurred language, he could not focus the mind on the commander's four eyes, eyes were covered with scales. Shepard laughed, watching the three-toed Yavik trying to grab a bottle of hand and misses, nearly dropping it. Sheppard laughed when the dispute proteanin devastated the seventh glass and muttered something irritably, looking at the empty bottle.
- you are behaving strangely today, Mr. Yavik. - Teased Shepard - something wrong?
- Yes it is ... yambis - proteanin leaned his head on his hands and fell silent, watching the dancing on a moving catwalk half-naked asari. Their bodies gleamed blue in the rosy light, their appearance in harmony with the pulsating club music awakened in the depths of the unconscious most secret thoughts ...
- You know, Yavik - Shepard looked in the same direction as he. - Azari may obtain children by anyone. You could get a successor ...
- sleeping with the blue hermaphrodite? - Snorted drunk Yavik - excuse me, I pass. After becoming acquainted with the asari "Lear" is the idea seems to me, at least asbr .. arbs .. absurd. - Finally coped with unbearable burdened language word Yavik.
- You just do not like the asari - Shep grinned. She, too, was drunk, all in the eyes swam, and strongly attracted to Yaviku. Its four eyes shone amber, such as brooding and misty, like hers. - I do not like them, too.
Shepard leaned her head on his shoulder Yaviku, more precisely, his immense shoulder strap. Proteanin looked at her in surprise, but said nothing. It really was a strange day, what really surprised by the additional oddities ...
- I like proteane - handed Jane a little sobering, and pausing for an answer. But it was not followed.
Yavik silence continued to look toward the dancers. And on his lips played a smile. For the first fifty thousand years ...
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Got to say, glad it is NOT in Russian. (No offence, can't make head-or-tails of the language... XD)
though... if you don't mind, let me help you with the translation a bit. Don't see this as critique, just 'guiding'... few small issues.
I modified a few things, since some of the meanings are lost in your translation.
And the names to their English ones.
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Jane Shepard in thought wandered through her cabin. Diana had just left, taking with her a vast amount of material for the story (gained through many a questions). Shepard had gotten a searing headache from all these stupid questions and wants a little rest. Jane sighed and relaxed in her chair, holding on the personal terminal in her hands on her knees. It would be nice to check the mail, since Shep had not been able to read the letters she received for several days. Comes with the job...
So, of course a couple of requests involving assistance from the colonies of various nations - to accept. Letter from Jack - to read later. Hmm ... Even in wartime there is spam, the horror! Two more letters. Hmm ... an invitation from Garrus.
Shepard sat back in her chair and closed her eyes, smirking. Oh, this cute turian. How long they have been together, all that they survived. For a long time she was even keen on him, giving rash promises. Now what? What do these promises mean now on the verge of the end of all life? In the face of death? But even this was not the main problem of relations between Shepard and Garrus ... It's not just that.
Shepard, without reading it, changed the message from the turian to "read". I do not want a relapse of the past, reopen what has now become a closed chapter. Thus, remains one more letter.
The woman clicked her finger on a small button to "open". "From Javik?" - Rang in Jane her head in bewilderment. "Strange... Very strange. Hmm, an invitation to the Citadel, sounds nice ..." Shepard remembered how the Protean told her that he had never been to this lovely place, and always wanted to go there. She even wanted to invite him herself, but somehow did not dare, for fear of the ever present ridicule by said four-eyed alien. "Close to the embassies, really?" Shepard smiled sadly at her own thoughts: the embassies ... If you don't want the Prothean somewhere, it's at the embassy.
There have been many requests for assistance, there was a war going on after all, but Shepard knew that as long as the team members are not at peace of mind, it will distract them. And to be distracted, is to loose unnecessary lives.
"Joker,..." Jane commanded, knowing that the pilot will hear it through the comm. "... set a course to The Citadel. Team needs some rest."
" Yes, ma'am."was heard in response from hidden speakers on the ship.
Shepard tumbled into bed, taking a little nap during the flight. Even the saviors of the galaxy needed to rest.
**
"Commander Shepard, we arrived." there was a metallic voice of Susie, and Jane reluctantly woke up. Oh, how well she had slept. Could they perhaps fly sometime longer? Jumping up, Shep raced to the bathroom to rouse herself properly. A cold shower, a hairbrush, cosmetics and a little black dress, she once had gotten as a gift from Kasumi. She would rather appear as a 'beauty'at the Citadel, instead of frighting every species with her 'just-awake' look, including the Prothean.
"Susie, who is on the ship?" Shepard asked, stepping into the elevator.
"Only you, Shepard. The rest of the crew already on the Citadel." Came the swift response. Well, well, then Susie with the Joker has also piled up in some bar. "Garrus asked you to ..."
"I know." Jane muttered, interrupting Susie. Her mood clouding instantly, for the relationship with the turian weighted her down, but she could not leave him. He was important to her as a friend and ally. And the allies should not be given dropped so carelessly.
There were a lot of embassies, and the people all around; Hanar floating lazily, proudly C-Sec turian standing guard, gracefully salarians, the flexible figures of the asari could be seen and women of different races like Drell, Turian and Human... In the middle of the mass, a rock in the surf, a Prothean figure could be spotted.
"Commander, I was waiting for you." Came an familiar resonating voice from behind. Shepard turned around and saw before him Yavika. He stood a few meters away from her, but his voice was so strong that there is still a deafening echo ringing in the head of Jane.
"Oh, hello, Javik." Shep greeted, coming closer. People asari ... All wide-eyed, stared at Javik, not knowing what or whom he is, as he stand before them. Jane did notice this, it was hard to miss, and she did not mind. However, for some reason she did wonder why ...
"Thank you for coming to the meeting." He nodded, and without further explanation turned from Jane and marching back to the great window, through which a magnificent sunset of the Citadel could be seen. Shepard followed him and stood on the right hand of the Prothean. They were silent for a moment, admiring the beauty of the station. Shepard could see these 'Citadel-station-petals' every day and did not appreciate their beauty, but Javik, first standing on the surface of the ancient symbol of power of the people, the symbol of freedom, saw them very differently ...
"Commander," he turned to Jane, breaking the silence. "I would like to tell you something ... "
Shepard listened to Javik, to what he had to say in attention and small amount of horror, which was soon replaced by awe. He talked about his people, how the Protheans lived and waged war with the reapers. How did he know that? Did he remember? Jane was only half listening to the story at this moment, wrapped in her own thoughts. Shep caught herself thinking that unintentionally (or not?) admires him; his eyes sharp outlined, aristocratic cheekbones, drowning in his amber eyes. She did always have difficult to determine the expression Javik wore, because of the double-shaped pupils in each of the four eyes. But now she saw it clearly: protean is radiant, he is happy as ever. Even his rough skin, usually gloomy gray, looked brighter, became almost a sky-blue hue. But not even now did the Prothean smile ...
Javik must have noticed the distracted look in Jane her eyes, and the way she seemed to stare at him, in response becoming silent. The story just came to an end, not a happy one. His face became clouded again.
"Is there something wrong, Commander?" Yavik frowned and drew his hand to Sheppard her hand, to understand what humans think, this woman at the time. Shepard shyly hid her hands behind her back and muttered something in reply. Yavik shrugged his shoulders, the upper eyes blinked.
"I beg your pardon..." a Hanar interupted awkwardly. Shepard rolled her eyes: Oh, what a way to start ... "It heard you talking. You're Protean, is it not?"
Javik reached for the Hanar and touched his, gelatinous body, taking the memories. After a moment he pulled back from the luminous glowing creature.
"Hah." He started with his ever present scornfull laugh. "Hanar. Nice to meet your God?"
"This one is not worthy." The Hanar sang in fright and confusion. "This one saw the face of the Enkindlers ..."
"Are you really protean?" Interrupted the enthusiastic cry of a young Asari, aggravating the Hannar. Other representatives of the different species caught up with the excitement and formed a dense ring around Javik and Shepard. And all kinds of questions were asked in the excitement, giving the stunned Prothean hardly any time to respond.
" What hope do we have?" Asked the asari.
"Why did you lose? Tell us about your troops and strategies." called turian.
"Enkindler ..." Hanaro continued.
"You live?" Asked a little Turian girl, wringing herself between the legs of the audience and pulling Javik his attention to the edge of the crowd.
Said Protean growl menacingly, forcing the gathered onlookers around him to shrink and fall silent. Taking the small Turian on his hands, Yavik continued in silence. He said something about a general union and hope, sometimes going on about the wrong political system they had. He told the same thing as moments ago to Jane, and all listened without a murmur. While talking, he petted the girl for some reason, smiling with his eyes closed. Shepard noticed, her eyes drawn to the greenish glow from the palms of his hand. 'He is comforting the child? ..'
Shep did not remember when Javik had finished, but woke up when everyone is gone, and said Prothean stood with his back to her, while continuing to enjoy the view of the Citadel.
"Thanks for the tour, Commander." Yavik said. "Today I learned a lot about your cycle. I have to go on board."
Protean gave a minute nod and headed toward the docks. Shepard watched him leave in silence, her gaze fixed on his retreating figure. The ideal posture, military bearing, and even attractive wide hips. Jane shook her head 'What is this for nonsense? And where is he headed? ..' She offered to take a walk on the citadel, and now he left her standing, and went ahead on his own. What ...
"Stop!" She cried, turning to run after him. Prothy was already in the elevator when Shep called out to him, forced to turn around.
"You are behaving strangely, Commander." Yavik growled, stopping in mid-stride. "What's wrong?"
"You want to see the Citadel, right Javik?" Shep tried to smile.
"I do." Nodding. "I've already thanked you for having given me this opportunity. Or would you prefer to receive the appreciation in a more .. material form?" He eyed the girl contemptuously.
"You only saw the embassy ..." Shep continued, smiling at his idea. "and the docks. The Citadel has much more to offer. Come on, I'll give you a little tour?"
"I would prefer to spend free time in meditation and exercise." Javik replied, ready to take his leave.
"No, no, wait." Janetried to grab Javik by the arm, but accidentally touch the bare part of his three-fingered hand. Javik stood stock still, his eyes seeing the Commander's thoughts and feelings, her feelings.
Realizing what she had just done, Shep hastily drew back her hand. Javik smirked at the embarassed looking Jane.
"If you insist ... " he nodded, squinting. The evening promised to be ... amusing.
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They were standing in front of the "Purgatory." Having just arrived, Jane and Yavik are not yet accustomed to the dim flickering lights of the club and so squinted, looking at the dancing figures.
"Is it really a good time for this?" Shaking his head skeptically, looking around the room. He and the Commander today had visited almost every corner of the Citadel that deserve attention. Now, after a long tour full of questions and curious glances, Shepard offered to go and rest. But Javik had a different idea when it came to resting... and it did not involve a club. "During the training in my youth, in the evening we'd go to the shooting range or tell each other stories. What are we doing here?"
"Javik, please, relax" Shepard sighed, too tired for a discussion. It was nearly morning and the pink neon lights of the club were nice to the mind, relaxing it. It was drawing them to the usual things done during such evenings, but tha was not valid under the midday sun. "Come on, I know what you need."
They came to the bar, where a cute Batarian bartender Rakita stood. When she saw Shepard, she nodded in greeting, and started on mixing drinks; pouring a turbid liquid for the commander.
"On my account, Rakita." Shep said while settling for a high chair. Javik glumly watched it all. Sheppard was not happy at the moment when seeing the sour look on the Prothean, she was going to have fun. "Sit down, Javik." to which he complied. "What do you want to drink?"
Shepard thought Javik could not get any darker in mood that he already was. She was dead wrong. When asked about the drink he frowned, his eyes burning in rage. Baring his teeth, he growled:
"In my empire alcohol was considered a worse than the Red Sand."
Jane had grown accustomed to such statements by Javik, and therefore replied quite calmly:
"This is not your empire, I'm sorry for being rude" she called Rakita "so calm down and try to relax now at least. Even the invincible protean needs a rest."
"I've been resting for fifty thousand years." Javik protested, but Jane realized that he had surrendered. Shepard smiled.
"Rakita, a bottle of tessians wine, 1990. The one i asked for a couple of years ago ... It's still here?"
"Of course, Jane." The batarian woman glanced at Javik, of whom all four eyes openly staring back at her, before continuing "... er, I'll get it now."
Rakita retired to the back room, followed by a the Protehan his gaze. Shepard did not like it.
"Who is that?" Yavik asked, nodding in the direction of a Batarian.
"Rakita, a barmaid." Jane shrugged her shoulders, hunched over with a disgruntled look on her face.
"I realized that." he looked at the captain as if she was mentally retarded. "In my cycle there was no-one with such an appearance."
"She is Batarian." Shepard breathed in some relief. "Batarians are always in conflict with people ... But Rakita is one of the gentle ones."
"I do not doubt that." Javik said, staring of space. Shep shrugged and sipped a glass. The slightly warmth seeping through her body by the drink, relaxing her. Shepard loved to drink here, and knew all the bartenders in The Citadel ...
"And..." she relaxed leaned on the counter. Javik always insulted her. Even now, when she wanted to show everyone their best side, the Protean ignored her. Annoyed, she tries to draw a reaction. ".... she has four eyes, like you ... do you like it?"
Yavik rolled his eyes, having heard Shepard her antics, looking at the bartender who was now topic of interest. He knows that the Batarian is a woman. Why did the captain decided to ...?
"Do not talk nonsense, Commander" Yavik said with surprise. He did not look at women of this species ... as women. He saw them as cannon fodder, or good men.
"Here it is, your wine!" The batarian's smiling voice carried through the din of music as she gracefully held a strange bottle. Rakita took out a couple of clean glassed along with the bluish bottle and pushed one of the gladded to Shep, the other - to Javik. Surprisingly, the bartender did not stare at the protean as other inhabitants of the Citadel had. On the contrary, she behaved quite naturally. Apparently the visitors and employees of "Purgatory" are used to seeing a variety of freaks, that they probably wouldn't even be surprised if Harbinger showed up for a drink or two.
Shepard nodded gratefully, and Rakita retired to other visitors. Jane filled the two glasses and said:
"Let's drink."
Yavik hesitantly took the glass and held it to his lips.
"No, no, no," protested Shepard, still determined to learn the prothean all the tricks. "Adopted a toast to say, well, the solemn words, what we drink for... and just touch the glass of a partner ... "
"Like drinking buddies, you mean to say." Javik muttered, looking at the dark-blue wine in the glass. "Why do this? Nonsense ... "
"For a quick victory!" Shepard said insistently, so that all who sit close to hear it. It is easy to clinked glasses and sipped at the wine. Proteanin did the same, trying to catch a closer look at Shepard.
"It is a pity that in our time, asari do not know wine." Yavik said, licking his narrow lips with his dark tongue. "Otherwise, the emperor would not put a ban on alcohol."
Shepard smiled. The wine was worth its price - strong, with a slightly sweet taste, a little spice. Nice to take a break from shooting the Husks and feel like a normal person. To have relative good company, in the form of sitting next to a Prothean, and drinking ridiculously expensive wine.
Jane worried about only one thing - Javik's never even tried batarian beer, not even normal good wine ... Who knows how his body reacts to this?
The prothean could not focus his four eyes on the commander's four eyes, his speech becoming slurred. Shepard laughed, watching the three-fingered hand of Javik trying to grab the bottle and missing, nearly dropping it in the process. Sheppard laughed when the Prothean finished his seventh glass and muttered something irritably, looking at the empty bottle.
"You are behaving strangely today, Mr. Javik." Teased Shepard "Something wrong?"
"Yes it is ... yambis." proteanin leaned his head on his hands and fell silent, watching the dancing half-naked asari moving on the catwalk. Their bodies gleamed blue in the rosy light, their appearance in harmony with the pulsating club music awakened in the depths of the unconscious most secret thoughts ...
"You know, Yavik..." Shepard looked in the same direction as he. "... Asari may obtain children by anyone. You could get a successor ..."
" Me sleeping with a blue hermaphrodite?" Snorted the drunk Javik. "Excuse me, I pass. After becoming acquainted with the asari "Liara", this idea seems to me very asbr .. arbs .. absurd." Finally coped with the unbearable difficult word.
"You just do not like the asari." Shep grinned. She, too, was drunk, her vision swimming, and being strongly attracted to Javik. His four eyes shone amber, brooding and misty, like hers. "I do not like them either."
Shepard leaned her head on Javik his shoulder, more precisely, his immense shoulder strap. Protean looked at her in surprise, but said nothing. It really was a strange day, what really surprised by the additional oddities ...
"I like protean." Jane told, and pausing for an answer. But it was not followed.
Javik silence continued to look toward the dancers. And on his lips played a smile. For the first fifty thousand years ...
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i was joking LOL XD
i did translate it using Google translate
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oh my... google translator is...
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you can ask javik he's my proof
Me: javik did i use a translator
Javik: for a primitive like you, no you didn't ಠಠ_ಠಠ
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okay, but why did you translate "Явик" as "Yavik" and not "Javik" 
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because that's how you say it in Russian ಠಠ_ಠಠ
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Великий могучий русский язык
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вот-вот, я о том же xD
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