Urgh.

Always the same bullshit.

"Fortunately, whatever's left of the Covenant aren't going to be big innovation. All the Engineers left them too, so no problem there." Her shoulders lift in a shrug. Sure there were probably a few that could innovate, and would, but they were always few and far between. Engineers had been -

She manages to push through one more for her set before dropping off the bar. "Covie comms should be easy enough for you," she offers between heavy breaths. Grabbing a nearby towel, she wipes the sweat from her face and neck. Just one more. "Banished is basically the same. Brutes aren't too -

AI. With a snort, she huffs her way through another rep. Another slow descent proceeds an uncomfortable attempt at conversation. "What are you working on?"

Those gurgling groans still echo in her head. And, for a moment, she's a little jealous over his deployment. But, it's gone in an instant. She wouldn't wish it on anyone. It was all shit. Taking a breath, she does her best not to recall. Instead focusing on his soft features -

"You could say that." Part of her was excited. If they managed to pull this off, a lot could change. Not to mention it would be a pretty big personal win. "We'll see how it pans out..." she shrugs before moving away from it. No need to get anyone excited just yet. "If you've been -

She's taking her time lowering back down when her brows lift in surprise. "Uh... thanks," she pauses at the bottom. "No point doing it if you're going to be lazy about it."

Another day, another round in the gym.

ㅤ “𝐼 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑠.” your combat AI just got an upgrade. fully realized synthetic strategist, giving 𝑜𝑢𝑟 side the edge. ㅤ

Idly picking at her morning porridge.

𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜'𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙮! 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩! {Halo/MV RP} -Spartan III OC- -Alpha Company- {Muse/Mun 21+} -18+/MDNI- {More Info Below}

𝘾𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙇𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙮 CO - UNSC Infinity “𝘐’𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨’𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘫𝘰𝘣 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.”

" 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 , 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 . "

Uhuhhh. Because her advice is so different.

Waypoint articles are written by people, civvies mostly, but it still counts.

He could've just gotten it all from waypoint.

Not everyone is you, Silvia.

Any gift is fine, if you think they'll like it.

Mis kuradi nõuanne see on? [ What the fuck is this advice? ]

*Dips her head further into her book.*

*snorts quietly*

" 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 . "

" 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 ? "

" 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 ."

She nods in understanding. It had, and still was, a lot to get used to. Allowing that feeling of stability, and almost safety... was like trying to bust through one of those Forerunner walls. At least for her. But, there were small cracks. And... some of them weren't so bad. "Takes some -

"No trouble. It was on the way," she shrugs while holding out his drink. Rocking back on her heels, she takes an awkward pause. "So, you're finished here? A slither of disappointment enters her voice, no doubt he would probably be leaving soon. In an attempt to distract herself, she slowly -

Fairy's can be scary.

"That's great news," she grins, albeit with a hit of jealousy. Part of her missed having a constant team. But, it was better this way. "They a good team?" She asks before shrugging, "the usual. Small scouting runs. Planning on bring in something big soon. If everything goes well."

We're better than that. That said, with the rumours that are going around you might want to consider that change sooner rather than later.

It's all of it.

The stylus in her hand scribbles across the screen in swift yet stiff motions. Despite the aggressively jagged movements, Kaja remains silent as she sits in a quiet corner of the observation deck.

"I..." she fumbles, rubbing one of her temples as she does. "I did?" She knows she likely did, but she doesn't want him to worry. There's plenty of other things to worry about. A small smile tugs at her features, "just thinking, I didn't mean to make you worry— how've you been?"

"Huh?" Looks up with a blink. "Sorry, lost in thought... you say something?"

[ 𝐂 𝐫 𝐨 𝐰 ] He's more 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 than 𝐌𝐚𝐧 , there's not a single 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 left in that 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧 . 〘 Headhunter 〙 ¤ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ‑ sʜɪᴘ ¤ мιrrored deтaιl ¤ #HaloRP / #OpenRP / #MVRP

She's been mixing things up lately. #FlexFriday

Sipping on some coffee.

Huddled up with a book, avoiding what day it is.

It's already half gone. As she polishes off the remainder she gives a thumbs up.

Quickly nabs one.

Cleaning her gear yet again. Brutes are so messy.

"Guess so," she offers a shrug. There wasn't really a reason to say no, not when she'd suggested it in the first place. And, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. "It's been a while since I've run any with anyone," she admits as she motions for them to get -

“ 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑰 𝑨𝒎 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑯𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝑴𝒆. 𝑰 𝑨𝒎 ᗯᖇᗩTᕼ ” • 𝘍𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 • Forgotten & Corrupted AI • 9/25 - 11/25 • 𝖯𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖡𝗒 sleeper 💤 • 𝖣𝖣 : 𝖣𝖭𝖤 - 𝖱𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖧𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 #HorrorRP #HaloRP #MVRP

You can keep your torment. I know I wouldn't even last a month.