Landing a lil’ drone on the reader’s head.

— 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧-𝐈𝐈 Well-rounded | Tech wizard | Drone Enthusiast | Fiercely loyal | 6’2” | 6’6” armored | Straightforward | High-energy | Frustratingly stubborn #HaloRP | #ᴇʟᴜᴠᴇɪɴ

|| She’s getting nerfed from 6’6” to 6’2”

|| When I update Nycaise’s layout and pinned, I will be making her shorter to excuse her being a lap-sitter Thank you for attending my TED talk

Excessive French cackling.

|| People need to love Nycaise’s FC as much as I do Also: new armor means new layout

Happy Morale Day

Dress code who?

Give her somebody to spar, she begs

Biiiig stretch, bigger yawn, and then she’s dragging herself to the range.

“Awe, somebody is cranky.” Entirely unfazed by the other’s words and demeanor, Nycaise looked to the source of the alarm. For a few moments she eyed the safe before scoffing and looking back to Petra. That safe would not stop her for very long if she just chose to brute force her drone free, but —

The door opened, and in stepped the Spartan-II. With her arms crossed over her chest, Nycaise stepped up to the ODST. Despite her drone being held captive, she already seemed more amused than annoyed. “I think you have something of mine.”

Following roughly ten minutes of obnoxious blaring, the drone’s uninterrupted noise was joined by loud knocking on the ODST’s door.

Reminder that:

And in the meantime, the drone will be blaring an ear-piercing alarm in protest. It’s loud enough to be heard outside the room and down the hall. Not to worry: Nycaise will be arriving shortly.

I’m response, the drone’s camera narrowed and stared back. After a few short moments of staring, a canister next to the camera popped open and showered Petra in glitter.

And out of the cloud of smoke the drone zipped, making its way down the hall and shooting around a corner.

And for a few moments it just sat there, before suddenly dispensing a puff of thick smoke.

Landing a little drone on top of the reader’s head.

Thank you, thank you. I know.

Mostly.

UNSC-made, too.

I just have bench presses left today.

That’s humanity’s ass.

Oh Neat Want to spot me?

Come to this gym often?

Hi

Obligatory Sunday post

Locked away in her quarters, blasting her playlist at max volume. No, she is not liable for any hearing loss anybody who passes her quarters suffers.

“I do.” Normally it was a marine feeling brave. Nycaise was appreciative of the readiness, even if she did not fully grasp their enthusiasm. “At least, more regularly as of late.” She paused only long enough to readjust her hands on Everheart’s back.

“It’s hard to hold a conversation with weights.” The ride would continue for the IV at a steady, relaxed pace. “And so it’s not so boring as lifting weights.”

Fortunately the experience wasn’t ruined by her dropping him. Once Nycaise caught him, she straightened herself out before lowering Everheart to her chest. She made on last check to ensure he was safely balanced between her hands before then lifting and lowering him again.

“That would work. There’s no need to get fancy with this.” Her hands are braced and in position.

|| Her VC is the French Psyker from Darktide. Hopefully you know what that is since I can’t find a video that’s just that voice’s voice lines

She’s lying down on the bench and waiting.

Deal.

Give her somebody to bench press.

R U N N I N G

As soon as the drone is back to her, Nycaise is tucking it under her arm and making for the exit.

With that the drone is popping a canister of glitter right onto Richter’s head, before quickly being piloted back to Nycaise.

The drone is quickly climbing to remain out of his reach.

She’s cackling as she hovers the drone just a few feet above Richter’s head.

Flying a little drone around the mess hall. What could go wrong?

|| Scrëm

Babbling some French gibberish.

|| I just think she’s neat

— 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨 & 𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

— 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧-𝐈𝐈 Well-rounded | Tech fanatic | Fiercely loyal | 6’6” | 6’10” armored | Straightforward | High-energy | Frustratingly stubborn | Socially, she’s doing her best #HaloRP | #ᴇʟᴜᴠᴇɪɴ