Noticing the tilt of her head, he gives a mental laugh. Unclasping his hands, he brings them up. "I am unfamiliar with..Ashes..but no, I have not visited them." A soft blue light flashes in his left hand, revealing a small tube filled with a gray colored 'liquid'.

A small chuckle escapes him whike he keeps his hands clasped behind him. "For now, the investigations are put on hold. I've decided to just...live." He wonders, just briefly, if she would notice. "It is good to see you though."

A soft nod of his head... ...A gentle shift in his posture... ...hand raised in a small wave... "...long time..."

《...Seductive enough?》 #SeductiveSunday

𝘙𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘓𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘉𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘴 '𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨

🚀Taking to long on replies, thinking ppl won't interact since I tend to take a bit to reply 😔 And doing new interactions...

Thinking he should tweak his insignia...maybe?

Mild panic... 《Hope it goes well.》

《Wait...reviews are coming up? Thats...not good...》

#SpartanSunday Time to get started...

《What...? Is it a face?》

Seems he missed much...

Wait...mechanical...arm?

《I might end up regretting this...》

Wednesday morning... ...It is cold outside, but he is enjoying a cup of hot tea. He has plenty to share, if anyone would like some.

《It is the middle of the week...therefore...it is #WackyWednesday.》

He is abit late with it... But it is here nonetheless... Happy semi #SmileSunday and #SpartanSunday

《...Ass...》

《Can I help you...[Reader]?

🚀stolen from one who stole it

Tumbling an old data chip over his fingers like a coin as he sits on a shipping crate. His vision looking beyond his hand, old memories flooding his mind. The chips holds a soft pulsing purple glow to it... Almost as if breathing...

《It depends on which IV's are there at the time.》 He gives a silent sigh. 《It is what is though. I use what is at my disposal, using old training methods from the 20th century military.》

So he stands, once more before the nameless tomb... The Silent Sentinel takes up his position, to watch over the countless souls whom gave their all...

Watching her expression change made him smile abit. She was still learning...from what he'd seen of the reports. 《I am abit old fashioned, I hope you don't mind.》 Reaching into the back of his helmet, his hand brushes over the data chip slot and he freezes momentarily. +

Giving a slight nod to her, the Spartan takes his own cup of tea. Looking at himself in the small reflection, red eyes stare back at him. Without looking up from the cup, he taps softly on it. [Just remember...I am only a call away, if you need assistance.] Sipping the tea some, he savors the +

Giving a silent sigh, he stands upright, taking his hand from the sidearm. He gives the other a stern look, though they couldn't tell from his helmet. "....."

《It is not thr Marines that give me looks. The Marines I have no issue with.》 Straightening up some, he looks at her for a moment. 《It is other Spartans. Mostly the newer types. The younger generation.》

⠀⠀ ⊱┊ ⠀ 𝔑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓⠀ ／⠀𝑯𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑。 ⠀⠀

《Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it, and holiday wishes to everyone.》

《Unfortunately, Intel for me is limited since I am 'on call'. If a mission rises that I am required, I am called to action. Most times...I tend to do my own thing.》 Like disappearing half the time... 《But, if you have needed to be done, maybe I could help you? Or, if you'd like +

Now that... That had caught his attention, though he did not show it. His mind started in overdrive, thoughts whirling. 《I see...》 His fingers still momentarily. Was she speaking of The Domain? Possibly. Or... He mentally shook his head. +

Interesting... The Spartan had not seen one dressed such as whom he sees now. His hand rested on his firearm, seeing the other seeming to take a defensive posture.

Catching up on reports, seems much had happened while he was away.

His shoulders move in light laughter as he hears her. True, S Deck did have better equipment there, but he shyed from there. 《I'll keep it in mind in the future. I tend to keep to myself most of the time, unfortunately. Being seen as a...black sheep...of the Spartan family.》

The Sentinels shoulders shake slightly with laughter as he hears the other Spartan. [Understood. Just...old habits die hard. And yes, I am unable to speak. Lost my voice during the New Phoenix incident...] The rhythmic tapping sounded against his armor, coming to a slow as he mentioned New Phoenix

He arched a brow slightly under his helmet, noting her tone at calling herself Weapon. Perhaps he could surprise her in due time. Crouching down slightly before her form, the Spartan tilts his head slightly. 《At this time? Afraid not. I had your voice and decided to introduce myself. So...+

Turning away from the view port, his gaze lingers on Juridical for a moment. 《Ah, no worries then. I know ow you have your duties to attend to at times.》 He gives her a nod before continuing. 《I will do my best not to disturb Exorbitant from their duties as well.》 Pausing for a moment +

《Indeed, but at tines the gym is often taken by the Marines. So I just make do with what I have available.》 Lifting himself up slightly, he pulls his feet from the rafter before falling and landing on his feet before her. 《What can I do for you, Ma'am?》

He gives a nod to her in acknowledgement before making a smile gesture against his helmet. 《Understood. Then...should I call you Weapon? Or something else. No offense, but Weapon...does not seem to fit.》

He gives a shrug of his shoulders to her in response. 《Training takes place wherever one can find it, and with what is on hand.》

《I have no official name on record. But...I have been designated as Sierra by Lord Hood.》 He gives a soft shrug of his own shoulders. 《I go by that or 607-Alpha.》

After easing his salute, he begins to tap on his armor. <Unlikely sir. Specialist First Class 607-Alpha. I've kept this rank for as long as I can remember. But a okeasure to meet you.>