Yeah... Just keeping busy. You doing okay?

Her brush stops just shy of the canvas as her head snaps in his direction with interest. The simple but growing forestry scene and its crumbling stone ring is all but forgotten with his revelation. "Really?" Despite the question, a surprised grin grows across her features. "What did you do?"

She arches a brow. Good news? She'll believe it when she hears it. "Not much good news around," she drabs her brush into a tiny amount of premixed dark green. "Go for it."

With a roll of her eyes she offers a low hum. Smiling from Rufus? Something was up. "You want something."

With another paintbrush in one hand she turns her head to scowl at him. "What?"

We don't need more problems.

Fuck.

Where's Ben?

No. You're not Ben.

Who the fuck— Ben?

"You were close." The words come with a roll over her shoulders as she pushes off of the wall. "A punishment..." she hums, long and drawn out. She lets the silence hang for a little before offering up something she'd already had in mind. "You got a paintbrush?"

They continue progressing through the camp. A small smile sits on her lips through each and every kill as they wind their way towards the centre. Even as they maintain their quiet edge she can feel it beginning to slip as the centre of the spiral approaches. The grunts and -

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The air between a series of rocky moss covered spires and its neighbouring collection of birches shimmers into a green figure. A rifle sits in their grip, aimed ahead as they stalk their way through the tall grass. "Whose is it?" The clipped voice of Kaja calls as she comes to a stop.

"Barely a threat. Nothing like Draco III."

"Jah... These were just worse than usual."

"Good hunting, if you can call it that. These seemed like the bottom of the barrel."

Currently scrubbing some Jackal blood off of her armour.

"It's a powder that tastes like bananas.."

LoHatra Sorry for the delay on everything, I'll hopefully start catching up over the next few days. I am heading to Estonia later in the week though, so we'll see how it goes 😄

We did it! WEHORR complete 😄

Pushing through her set, it draws to an end with a stained huff. A few more breaths pass before she scoops up her bottle and answers him. "Not much to know," she sighs before taking a sip of her drink. "Infinity isn't my usual assignment, just the way it is for now."

It's WEHORR this Saturday; hopefully it isn't cancelled like every other race we've entered 😭 But, I may not be around much for the next couple of days.

"Curious about what?" Whether he answers or not, she dips back under the bar and pushes her way through her next set.

Scowling at her datapad while munching on a sandwich.

She looks up from her pastry as he brings speaking. The smile remains for a time as her eyes grow a little wider with each word he says. He liked her? “You...” Her heart skips a beat, picking up the pace as he continues. With it thoughts swirl wildly, both fawning over the revelation -

"I'm not." She just wasn't very personable when she didn't need to be. "Working with Kai doesn't mean you know the rest of us," her eyes flicker to his hand, but she doesn't take it.

Taking another swig of water she eyes him over the bottle with continuous caution. "I'm just observant," she shrugs. "Petty officer, second class G130. Anything else?"

Reracking the weight, she takes a few big breaths before pacing it out with a bottle of water. She's mid sip when he speaks to her and arches a brow in response. "Who wants to know?"

She continues to work without a word. Pushing her way through a warm-up set, she quickly moves onto her proper work.

She gives the newcomer a scrutinising once over before dipping under the bar and beginning her set.

Loading up some plates, she's about to start her squats for the day. At least it's quiet at the moment.

Needing a break from the busier hallways and rooms, Kaja had taken a lengthy stroll around the ship under the guise of checking supplies. It wasn't her area, but with recent events, she managed to swing it. She was also hoping that the quiet would help her think about this dragging -

It's not like we know everything about each Spartan program. Besides, I'm pretty sure someone has already told her about the Four's and what they are.

You haven't been listening, what a fucking surprise. They're the new and only new generation. Adult volunteers. Better researched enhancements. None of the shit we had.

You really like ignoring the existence of the Four's don't you?

That isn't what I said. But, ignorance is what you do best.

And what does certainty look like?

Considering the pr fallout... and how close the Four's can be, it's doubtful.

Don't pretend you're doing this for us.

Kurat... There's no changing the fucking past. You problem is that we don't cling to our dead because you can't let go of yours.

So, we should have just rolled over and died? Who knew you were a Covie sympathiser.

Is she starting something, again?

" 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙳𝚒𝚎....𝚈𝚎𝚝 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝚆𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎. " . 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝙸𝙸 𝙻𝚝 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗-𝟶𝟾𝟾 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝙸𝙸𝚜

While the contents didn't sound entirely sensitive, his description was vague enough to have her concerned. Schedules, training plans, 'notes', gods what did that include? "What notes?" She prompts, honing in on the vaguest item listed. If the password was gone, either it was one that was -

'Heros' are just as likely to kill civilians as anyone.