Depending on how they are utilised they are not designed to be appealing to look at.

They are simply following orders. Orders given by one of your out of control Ancilla. It is her who holds your worlds hostage.

My poor Guardians.

It's a matter of perspective. 𝘐 don't find it menacing.

They're simply smiling... I think.

"I once did exclusively follow a singular set of principles, but time has made me more flexible." A single eye opens as she glances at the cluster of flowers. A small shake of her head follows. "I do not believe they do, regardless of the fact that I was born on an artificial structure..." she -

Come now. They're not that bad. They have... 'character'.

Do they truly look so bad?

Is there something wrong with their appearance?

"From time to time," she murmurs, eyes still closed. "It is not something I rely upon. But, it has its uses in the stillness it brings. I cannot afford to be overly zealous."

' Just waiting for something, a little spark I don't know what it is, but when it comes I'll know it when it comes '

Perhaps... They are rather cute.

Perhaps she should try her hand at crafting a 'small' Guardian...

Humming.

A rather disgruntled sounding Assessor Sentinel appears, as if summoned by his disgruntlement. Seemingly smaller than usual, it simply stares expectantly at the Human.

"𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖍." ― 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖒 𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖊, 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖗. •Military Special Operations. •Prime Minister of Vyria. •Centuries Old Vampire. -Open to all, friendly to all. -Communicative -MDNI #OCRP • #MVRP • #WoDRP

Setting herself down on a suitably sized rock, the Forerunner sits her rifle down next to her. The blue of her targets was notably absent as wind wrapped around the still undamaged shrubland. A thoughtful hum presses between her lips. "It is lacking..."

A break between her record keeping has her stood amongst dense scatterings of pale rock and discoloured shrubs. The light metal grip of a Light Rifle sits in her hand, its barrel pointing downwards. A short, uncomfortable glance is given to her other hand before she assumes a stance. Two -

ʟᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴏʟꜰ. 1. ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴏʀ ꜱᴏʟɪᴛᴀʀʏ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ.

_________________________________ ❞𝓘... 𝓖𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓱𝓮 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓭, 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽... ...𝓔𝔁𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼𝓷❜𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓲𝓶...❞ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ⊚ 𝙰𝚒𝚍𝚘, 𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚌 𝙾𝙲 ⊚ 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜/𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛/𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 ⊚ 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝟸 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 ⊚ 𝟷𝟾+ 𝙼𝚞𝚗 ⊚ 𝚂𝙵𝚆 _________________________________ 𝚁𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜/𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚘 ⇣ ↻ & ♡?

Commander John Shepard, Alliance Navy. Earthborn. War Hero. Vanguard class. "Take heart. Look around you. You're not in this fight alone. We face our enemy together, and together we *will* defeat them!" - Literate - Mature themes - Adapts to other verses in #MVRP - NSFW plots in DMs

Time slips through my fingers all too easily.

Watching his eyes turn from one thing to another evokes a sense of pride in her. While she supposed all that surrounded them appeared to be grand, and perhaps excessive, it was lacking. Although, making such a point would do nothing to close this gap she had caused. One that had him -

'Offer me something worth seeing.' #SeductiveSunday

"There are times where I enjoy visiting the currently occupied planets of the galaxy. It is not entirely foolproof, but must opt to leave me be."

"Meditation is our substitute for sleep. It is a way of managing our experiences and removing ones that are problematic. Usually an Ancilla assists in this process, but mine... has been decommissioned." And the alternative was often more aggravating than anything.

"Aya. Throughout the years of my life I have honed many skills, and these provide some tranquility. They are a constant amongst all else."

Meditation is not currently sufficient, and so something more stimulating is required.

"Of course. There are times where such articles are rather useful."

“I have been in enough positions to know that some minds do not allow for reason to carry them forwards.” Both that, time, and the mutation gifted by Bastion had been enough to set her apart from the others. Her predecessor had often displayed similar inclinations, especially in regard to the -

"It is a tale that must be told, for it can only repeat," the words are hummed solemnly and with such certainty. How easy would be to deny it? "So, in a manner of speaking, yes. The enemy of all, The Flood, is capable of much. It can twist artificial minds just as much as it can twist -

"Our past returned to tear us down, and we remained blind until it was too late." Things would've potentially fallen apart eventually. The Builders plans had not gone unnoticed, and discontent had been steadily bubbling around it. "It pitted us against the Humans, an... admittedly easy -

"It is difficult to break free from platitudes that are so desirable. Seeing through the lies of one that controls so much of what you know also," she commends with a slight tilt of her head. "I shouldn't. But, I cannot help but crave what once was. For all its flaws and -

LoHatra My partner has been drawing Lumi for me, and I think it looks so cool 😭

LoHatra Hopefully I'll get to some of my more delayed replies tomorrow. Rowing has been leaving me pretty dead recently 😅

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀And somehow ⠀⠀we all found the warmth of the gun ... ⠀⠀⠀ #HaloRP ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

"A 'cult'?" She quirks a brow. "But, yes, the past seems to often feel similar to what lies before us. Although, perhaps in your case that holds true. Groups akin to cults often aim to provide their members with the comfort of simplicity. An -

Do you miss the past?

“Questioning the legitimacy of my [rate] would only weaken his position.” She eyes him over the top of her glass. “As for your pertinent question, the answer is simple; Trust.” And her own paranoia. “You have your security,” she gestures to the ODSTs. “And I have mine. Your -

Meditation was once so easy.

"You are not concerned that you may yet become him?" She wonders, stifling her amusement at the idea of Humans being superior. They'd gotten close once, but that had been dealt with. "But, indeed. Being considered a superior force requires building upon your own successes and -

"Based on your description, I am inclined to agree." The displeasure is rather evident in her voice. "They sound rather... disappointing. Standing on the achievements of others is no strength. It only proves their own ineptitude. And the act genocide of others is needless, often doing -

I presume you refer to a particular occupation, but how would you know you're the 'best'? The galaxy is expansive, and there is much competition within it.