"I might choose to have Ichor run into it blind then. I'll tell you how it goes after the fact." The Gamma lifted the edge of the mug to his lips, drinking in some of the hot chocolate. He glanced down at the mug, seemingly surprised. It was creamy, smooth and rich. "Oh wow, this is good."

"No yeah, good point there." He'd reach out for the mug, curling his fingers around the handle of it. "Snowball 1. Sounds pretty creative." He cracked a smile, huffing in amusement through his nose. "What's all in that one, or should I just go into it blind?"

Switches are just either or. Clearly, it's a spectrum .

Silvia do you not know what a switch is

IM NOT AFRAID OF DISMEMBERMENT , CLEARLY

No pain, no gain. If it's not dangerous or threatening, then I don't want it

Bold of you to assume I'm not into that.

"If you can put a req in for it, you should." He watched her once again, possibly taking mental notes on it so he can attempt it later. "Yeah, probably. Might try and figure out something to do for the sake of team morale. Maybe a holiday themed sim?"

Takes a bottom to know what a bottom looks like.

"No worries, figured I'd extend the offer." He'd make his way over to the other parts she had laid out on the table, collecting them piece by piece. "And where are all of these parts going?"

"I don't mind helping carry it if there's more of it around, might be able to get it out away faster." He pushed himself off of the table and down onto his feet. The Gamma would pick up the helmet that he'd placed down earlier, tucking it under his arm. "What else you got to carry?"

"It might not be the best to eat but it'll keep you full. I'm sure if we pick around we might find something good." He continued to lean back into his hands somewhat. "Though, I think you oughta get the armor put up first. Don't want anything to go missing, do you?"

𓆙Serpentine𓆙 Legit this screams Sal and I fuckin love it

Hardness breaks; strength endures.

"One of these days they ought to let you go somewhere with snow while on leave." His attention followed the ladle, then moved back to Cal. "Sounds nice though. I could do something with Ichor this year. I just don't know what, specifically."

"Alluvion didn't get much for snow, at least what I can recall." He'd watch her, arms behind his back. "I mean. The holiday season is swinging back around again. I haven't decided what I'll do for it. If I do anything, that is."

"So there is some coffee in here after all. Just mostly chocolate in this case." He glanced over her shoulder to peer at the mixture for a second before rocking back onto his heels. "Tis the season for it, right?"

"Makes sense. I don't think I've had actual hot cocoa in a long time. Smells like how I remember it." "What'd you use?"

"What's all that for?"

"It's easy to piss people off if you know the right buttons to push. It's easier than you think." He continues to swing his legs back and forth, fingers drumming against the surface of the table. "Though I am feeling a bit peckish. Think there's anything edible in the mess?"

"You think I'm pretty?" A large grin pulled across his face as he cocked his head to the side. "Careful, you might inflate my ego saying things like that." He leaned back and placed his hands down against the table, making himself comfortable. —

As she went to resume her task, before he snuck up on her, Salvador reached over to place the helmet down onto the table next to them. "I got tired of shooting stuff. Targets and sims are great, but even that can get old sometimes." —

"I just knew sneaking up on you would probably be a bad idea. I should be thankful you threw something at me instead of kicking my ass, or flipping me over." He glanced over the helmet, taking note of the coloration and the visor before he turned it around in his hands. —

He should have expected this, especially from her. The Gamma quickly lifted his arms up in an attempt to catch the helmet before it hit him square in the face. "Don't worry about it. I knew what I was getting into."

He's looking for something to do. The range isn't interesting him and he's already spent a decent amount of time running sims all day. He hadn't expected to run into anyone in the Armory, but the redhead immediately caught his attention as a mischievous idea crawled into his brain. —

Very fun thanksgiving, we've roasted a Gamma to perfection

BET YOU CANT DRIVE YOUR FIST THROUGH THE VISOR

I'm blind in one eye and even I can see you have a type

This is very entertaining, I have to say

What about the wishbones, Sable?

Dibs on the wishbone

All in all, it doesn't matter what kills me. So long as I die taking out as many sons of bitches as I can with me. That's all I could really ask for. A good sendoff.

Ideally, standing over the bodies of your enemies, broken and defeated. If I die, so be it. People die, soldiers die. It's in the nature of what we're made to do.

Live to fight another day. Isn't that what matters the most in the end?

Ah. Look at what we have here. More target practice.

// I've been a bit busy working on characters and getting them put together. It's an ongoing project but I'll be getting to replies today when I can

Hey. At least you know he suffered. Not a complete and total loss in that case. Either way, still sucks any way you cut it.

The Spartan was scanning over her stance, and as she moved, so did he. Two can play at this, he decided, and sprang towards her, as though he intended to barrel right through her. He'd grip the handle of his weapon and duck down and away from her as he got closer, —

"You think I'm pretty? I'm flattered." The Gamma twirled the blade in his fingers again, taking a step back to drop into a fighting stance. Fingers curled around the hilt of the blade as he tightened his grip. Both arms were raised, the knife against the edge of his forearm once again. —

Damn, that's gotta suck. I mean, I don't know what a builder is, but it blows to have your kill taken by someone else. I'm surprised you haven't attacked the kiss ass though.

Favorite moment? There's so many to count. Haven't thought about a favorite, not yet . I'm guessing you have one, though.

Nothing like bloodshed and watching the light leave the eyes of your enemies. Never gets old.

"Always do, never go anywhere without at least one strapped to my body." Both hands reached towards his sides, unhooking a latch as he pulled a pair of blades from the sheathes clipped to his belt. "This set of beauties I've had for a while, served me well." —

You. You get what I'm talking about You understand me.

"Nothing I love more than a good close quarters combat training session." A grin of his own sprawled across his face as she suggested the activity. "Think you'd be up to add an extra flair to it? Ever done it with knives? It makes it more fun, with the extra bit of danger to it "

You know what sounds fun right now? Violence.

"Yeah, I'm good. Just needed to take care of some business. Nothing to worry about." The Gamma strolled over, rolling his shoulders once again to loosen them up. "Had to clean up a bit. Last thing I need is someone lecturing me about leaving my armor dirty. You know how some of those techs get."

Kali would find herself at the gym alone. The Gamma wasn't anywhere to be seen yet. A handful of minutes passed. Then half an hour. When the hands of the clock were nearly at the top of the hour, that was when the Gamma made his arrival to the gym. —

"See you there." The Gamma nodded once more before he turned to leave, his body language shifting somewhat. He moved with a sense of urgency as he left the hangar. He could only hope that he makes it there in time. After all, he was looking forward to seeing her in the gym later.

"I do have to be somewhere, yes. I almost forgot but—" He pushed himself up off of the crates and rolled his shoulders forward. The Gamma turned to face her, taking one step backwards. "But, if you want to find me, just wait at the gym. I'll meet you there. But for now, I need to go, quickly."