Reading specs on as he walks the halls of the Infinity, checking up on Waypoint. He doesn't spend much time on it, but every now and again it's a good idea to catch up.

Crazy? I was crazy once. They put me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room filled with rats. And rats make me crazy.

... yes we have noses?

... <<Fuck.>> I suppose not.

As he places the first piece back onto the table, he glares at the Forerunner. "Yes, it is certainly costing me my patience..." he grumbles, before reaching out to try and grasp the piece from her.

You need not be, for I will be facing my death with open arms!

THAT'S A CHANCE I'M WILLING TO TAKE, DAMMIT.

This is fucking bullshit. Can't have shit on the Infinity.

As the piece floats closer, he reaches out in an attempt to snatch it from the air. "Surely you could have cured it anywhere else, yes?"

Closing his eyes. Letting out a loud sigh. Stands up. Turns to Spirit. And...

Currently working on tuning up an old Plasma Rifle. He's got its components scattered across a workbench, concentrating very hard as he inspects each component carefully.

Psst... hey, you know what time it is? That's right bABY IT'S #MARINEMONDAY OO-RAH TO ASHES, MOTHERFUCKERS

I will only give in when my hearts no longer pump blood through my veins!

Only once you have been felled, Demon!

Me words are my own! Echoing from my chest with pride and conviction!

// I do love some cat posting with Sal Always fun He is very orange-cat coded I think

I am a Sangheili warrior! You will only have victory once I am dead!

<<It is... scarily accurate...>>

<<No, I have not. That is... a very specific sound that I didn't think was possible to imitate.>>

How did she do that.

Whatever the hell that was tasted odd, especially for a human drink. He probably should've had his reading specs on so he could decipher what was on the bottle...

Despite the wretched taste, the Sangheili finished the... "food" in his mouth. "How can anyone eat such a thing?"

"Hm..." Sal grumbled to himself, and then, very slowly and with precision, opened the package. Removing the twinkie, he inspected it closely, before grasping it with his mandibles and began chewing... before his face twists in disgust.

A swordmaster must keep their skills sharp... with ALL their blades.

He is unfazed by the force of the pastry hitting his head and falling to the floor. He bends over to pick it up, turning it over in his hand. "Is this food?"

I still have not received an answer to my question.

What is a Twinkie?

... I don't get it.

Ladders 👎

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}

A HUMAN CAN BE A 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏

He doesn't know what those are.

Why do they call it oven when you of in the cold food of out hot eat the food

What is a "Santa Clause?"

Clicking mandibles.

"I have seen images of cats, yes. Humans really seem to enjoy those creatures... What does it symbolize, though? I assume you are using it because it means something to you or your species?"

... what is a zoo? Is there something there you think I may WANT to eat?

"Hm... I take it that is an animal on your home planet? What is its significance?"

"... what is that mark on your helmet?" @spartandayne.bsky.social