Despite the less than stellar results a small smile tugs at her lips. There was a measure of enjoyment within what she was doing. It was small, and would never be admitted but it was there. Light steps breeze across the barren rock and dry dirt. Her rifle shifts into its more compact -

Spirit had sequestered herself away in a place that had initially had her shoulders drawing up tightly. It was not a place for her, but it was somewhere that gave time. Time for her to improve while everything outside crawled along. As time had passed within this bubble and she had worked, the -

@convictsecurity.bsky.social ○○○○○ — trust ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️○ — interest ⚪️⚪️⚪️○○ — affection ⚪️⚪️○○○ — respect ⚪️○○○○ — loyalty ○○○○○ — annoyance ○○○○○ — fighting likelihood He’s a pain in Spirit’s ass AND HE OWNS IT

I read the room. I want to change it.

This one will be enjoyed by all.

ᵀᵉˢᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᶜⁱⁿᵍ

Too soft.

They ride on winged horses, with spears and swords of gleaming red, their shadows extended, stretched to bathe them in darkness . . . 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐖.

Agreement, at last.

His ship will be [trashed].

"No. I do what I am. It is precise. It brings enjoyment. Don't delude yourself into avoiding it." Despite her words she huffs to herself and readjusts. Her Ancilla was of no help, and so everything required her direct intervention. Adjusting the view of her visor and the sensors of her armour -

I have all I need.

She listens in something akin to a stunned silence. His words register to her with an abundance of confusion. It's a hollow pit in her stomach and the quietest flickers of a smile. Despite their opposition, both ask the same question. Why? Searching yellow eyes sit beneath furrowed -

"Deception flees, fearful or gleeful of the consequences it seeds." She scrutinises Angel with a flicker of uncertainty, despite the accusation. Her own hesitation irritates her, as her body shifts one way and then the other. "Why," she begins with a sneer that slips into -

' You'll regret it. ' #SeductiveSunday

"ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ, ʟɪᴠᴇsᴛᴏᴄᴋ!" | #SOTERP | #RPSKY | #MVRP

𝕿𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖙 𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖜𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖆 𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 ? 𝕴 𝖘𝖊𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖎𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖊𝖞𝖊... 𝕳𝖔𝖕𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝖇𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖑𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 #AvatarRP • #SciFiRP • #MVRP

"INFINITE MULTIVERSE, I COME IN PEACE!" [ #𝗠𝗩𝗥𝗣 #𝗢𝗖𝗥𝗣 #𝗦𝗙𝗪𝗥𝗣 #𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪𝗥𝗣 (in DMs) ] "I'm Lepanto, a junior researcher from a galaxy at war. On a mission to discover new sapients and new phenomena, and boldly go where Akashic Labs has never gone before!" ❤️ and ♻️?

' You'll regret it. ' #SeductiveSunday

⋆˚꩜｡ ࣪ ˖ 𖦹°⋆ ⋆˚꩜｡

They were supposed to be— It does not mean they were.

Tongue clicking and teeth grinding, the Forerunner gets up from her perch. The sky above is granted a clear view from the rung of ridges that have become her temporary roost. A modified Binary Rifle sits propped against the rock and moss, another trial. Yellow eyes stare upward, first at her -

I can't go back. I won't go back.

<-- terrified of ✨ friendship ✨

"Kind words conceal. An offered hand distracts. A play I've seen before and I know where I'll be when the curtain falls." Curled fingers return to her side. Her features are contorted by both belief and not as feet stagger her back. "I will not."

"You and the other one, yes."

An understatement. They were never friends.

What are these things I hear?

The combination of words, tone and gesture are distantly familiar to her. It stirs an old moment up from the depths of her mind. Her hand lifts, yellow eyes flickering with warmth. "What knife do you hide?" She hisses, fingers curling.

You won't.

*A fourth and final bolt zips towards the degrading pod. Its vector sees it pressing towards the upper half of the pod and its chute.* The ground offers more for me than for you. I'll see you before you see me.

A test is a test. A different calculation requires trial, error, and then... success. *A third bolt sling his way, curving with more precision than the first two. It follows closely, creeping ever closer to the snaking pod. It gnaws closer and closer...*

Potency is less than desired... Hm.

*The first shot skims mere meters from the pod. Calculations were slightly off, which has Spirit tapping her foot irritably. The second sheers across the backside of the pod, disintegrating metal as its pilot avoids a direct hit.* How fine will you be now?

"Their understanding is limited." Maybe it wasn't now, but for her that was neither here nor there. "Builders," her fingers run over the metal of its 'face' as her lips curl with the word. "Thieving what isn't theirs. Tools of battle always belong to us. They never could implement -

What do you mean?

Firing Z-2-8060 (particle cannon). Automatic targeting test one. Unstoppable? We shall see.

Good. The weapons test shall commence.

Stepping amongst skyward trees, and through lengthened grass Spirit has, for once, left the confines of her workshop.

"You had no [rate]. No. Humans are chaotic. Why choose the unwilling?"

Who put me where I was? Who hosted the 'trial'? Builder puppets.