“Sure can.” That was not too much of a problem anymore. Ripley could have sat just fine in a chair, or stood in place, were they not worried about some discomfort. The worst was behind them. What continued to stall their progress were the frequent minor surgeries, the resulting physical therapy, —

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It was entirely unfortunate that Ripley had only recently dragged themself to bed, and was in no shape to get up at a reasonable pace. By all rights they should have still been on a hospital bed — but they had fussed enough to be sent to their own quarters. “It’s unlocked!” Their voice was weak —

|| And now: some very very late replies

|| Today I am a year older, and to mark the occasion I will try to get to replies on Ripley to give them attention because I miss them

|| Reminder that: cutest ONI gamer

m i s e r y

|| I am guilty of saying “hammer time” in reference to Ripley getting crushed by a gravity hammer almost every time I’ve brought up or thought about it happening

But —

<— 6’7” of requiring uppies

|| Update to Ripley’s less stealthy armor

Atriox is a punk bitch with the galaxy’s worst hairline.

High Ripley hours

|| Look at themmmm

|| It should not be this hot in NJ I am going to Kurt Cobain

Sticking their head in the freezer to avoid the heat.

“I think I’ve settled.” Taking the cigarette, they fished a lighter from their pockets. “Now I’m just waiting for an opportunity to go and get it done.” Bringing the cigarette to their lips, the lit it and took a slow drag.

|| Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

They had been in the middle of reading something on a datapad when Willow approached. Seated on a bench, they had to look up at the other after hearing her. “Oh? What’s that?”

“Not about anything.” With all of the cigarettes reclaimed, Ripley got back to their feet.

“I wanted to see you.” In their left hand they held the pack, and with their right they were plucking cigarettes from the floor and moving them back to where they belonged.

“Fuck.” And they’re kneeling down to begin picking up the cigarettes.

Skidding to a halt — But still colliding with the pack.

Zooming towards him

Why do they have to be bullied

nuH-UH

|| Lore accurate

. 𝖬𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋... > Brunhilde-S100 > Spartan II Commando > Tech and Infiltration Specialist #HaloRP

|| Look at my favorite murder spouse

A short breath was all Ripley managed to buffer themself from an emotional reply. They glanced down the hall, then back down to Petra. “Hey… I know.” Their smile was fine, though their expression remained soft. “I was… About to head to my quarters for the night. We can talk there if you’d like.”

“Hey there.” Draping their arms around Petra, they returned the embrace with care not to squeeze her too tightly. They were still doing their best to keep their happy facade up. It wouldn’t do them any good to show just how emotional they were feeling in the hall, where everyone could see.

It was not a topic Ripley liked to speak about, or give much thought to. Trying to keep the memories out was a hard enough daily chore. “I’m glad you made it out, soldier.” They reached out to give the ODST’s shoulder a light squeeze.

Immediately their smile softened to one of understanding and masked hurt. “Oh.” There was a short pause before they continued. “Were you serving when it all happened?”

Wearing sweatpants and a tank top, Ripley had been prepping for a return to their quarters when they were sidetracked. They smiled their usual friendly smile and gave the ODST their full attention. “Yes?”

As promised, they’ve arrived at @deathoncall.bsky.social’s door and have started to knock.

Stop bullying me —

Demanding uppies

Creeping out of their room

They’re just going to drink some more.

Ripley is undergoing maintenance, and will not be available for three-thousand-and-six business days.

|| Ignore that they’re a freak and instead look at how fashionable they are. Also ignore how I still haven’t gotten the SOCOM model for their sidekick yet. Money is bye-bye

All the more reason to hide under the bed until they perish.

Too late. Locked in their quarters.

They feel they are being judged. They’re going to hide for the rest of forever now.

I’m still going to refrain from sharing anything else, thank.

You can, but then I’m just confused.

I thought you were more worried with what I said than interested.

Somehow I feel they wouldn’t be appreciated, so no.

It’s not that str— Well Hi. I’m Ripley.