ruthere You’re spitting game king dont do it, you needa see this through

Until they lock it in the grave, 'Tis bliss I cannot weigh, For though they lock thee in the grave, Myself can hold the key. 🖤 ; 🔁 #HaloRP | #MVRP | #ᴍʏᴛʜ

𝑯𝑨𝑯𝑨𝑯𝑨. Nobody desires it, for they fear what lies beyond the veil of mortality. We find joy in the chaos we bless others with. We needn’t know mortality to understand it’s but a fleeting illness.

ruthere Good morning, everyone. I do hope y’alls Sunday is going well!

ruthere Sorry for my absence!! Played some marvel rivals, ate dinner and about to play some more.

— 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 Spartan-IV | Sniper | Stalker | Executioner | High Priority Target | Former ONI | 6’1” | 6’5” Armored | Hand of Atriox | Unstable | Sadistic | Merciless #HaloRP | #MVRP | #ᴇʟᴜᴠᴇɪɴ

“𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣, 𝙬𝙚’𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙩.” 🤍 & 🔄 #HaloRP | #MVRP

Name: Kurapika Kurta Age: 19 Ethnicity: Native/Indigenous "From the Kurta Clan" "Kurapika is the last living member of the Kurta Clan and is seeking revenge against the Phantom Troupe on his mission to recover the stolen scarlet eyes of his clan" (Layout Credit: thestruggler.bsky.social )

ruthere Deadass, king?? That’d be sick.

These falsities you proclaim are nothing more a sort of nirvana many have yet experienced. —— You speak of transgressions, we merely believe in unity. And where there is wrath, there is preservation. Life in death. Satiation in starving. Black in white. There is no moral highground.

How .. amusing. Your memory would truly be preserved if you merely gave in. I recall the events so .. so well. Do you not—? Everything is like yesterday for us. We lose nothing. Yet, we gain everything.

By all means, let them fire the ring. It won’t hurt me. Just temporary starvation. Nothing more.

Reports came in abruptly to many desks — but only those whom possessed the clearance level to glance over it. — It stated: [ FILE # █ █ █ █ DATE : █ █ - █ █ - █ █ █ █ SUMMARY : Report shows colony Amasa in the Zeruiah System went radio silent. Its status: unknown. Cause of silence: unknown. ⇨

"𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠?" Richter Kard|S-199 • MCPO • Crimson Team #HaloRP | #MVRP

ruthere Regardless, Imma make an open starter for any whom wish to tackle it. Primarily Spartan individuals who wish to partake in it as a group. But open to anybody else!! Just the beginning is Halo oriented. If you want to tackle it as a group post, do let me know!! My purpose for this CONT.

You dare risk the lives of many to utilize an installation? To fire it—? To rid the universe and more of life littered upon floating rocks? How peculiar. How amusing. 𝑯𝑨𝑯𝑨𝑯𝑨𝑯𝑨𝑯𝑨𝑯𝑨. A good laugh. .. .. .. —— 𝑩𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑰𝑻 𝑶𝑵.

— You’d be astonished by the thoughts of those whom we fed upon. But you aren’t wrong. Thank you, one whose mind is concluded. AND DO NOT ASK US NOR RAISE YOUR VOICE AT US. Ask the 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒕.

“𝙉𝙤. 𝙉𝙤 - 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚. 𝙒𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙.” 💙 & 🔄 #HaloRP | #MVRP

And your kind thought 𝑾𝑬 were 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒚.

The Gravemind is flabbergasted. The one made of machine and nerve GOT IT ON—?

ruthere My fault, lol. I just love Halo Legends. Homecoming, Prototype and Odd one Out were amazing to me.

ruthere This is a question that I took so long to fond an appropriate answer to that it’s really difficult!! Realistically speaking though, I think I’f wanna end up in the world of Pokémon!! And I’d love to meet Red, Green and Blue.

“ 𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑬𝑪𝑻. „ It’d bluntly state with that single word, the sound of flesh tearing and such being heard — another appendage rose. Within its grasp rested a ‘deceased’ mechanical being, one of the many cannibalistic entities that resided within this broken world of theirs. ⇨

Nothing was said : the infectors couldn’t answer the woman’s comment, let alone her query. Instead, feelers would take note of the vibration in the air — and its figure pointed itself to her. — Soon, many more infectors spewed forth, rapidly approaching her like a wave. One seeking to consume her.

ruthere A DAISY???

"ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴏɴ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɪɴ #MVRP." | #RPSKY | #BLAMERP | #SliceOfLifeRP

Whether artificial intelligent life form that possessed the form of data and coding, or a being with a corporeal form .. the Gravemind could ascertain the factor of it being ‘alive’. It invaded a world of machine, a world void of true human life — but even so, everything was food for it. ⇨

ruthere That so—? If she can’t, either: someone can invade our current interaction and intervene, or I can stop what I was doing. I was gonna make a failed attempt to infect her. But if she has no means of defense, then I won’t. Because then that won’t be fun for you.

ruthere Responses will be sporadic as I’m out purchasing breakfast currently. In the mean time, if you wanna discuss anything pertaining to a current roleplay, have inquiries or simply wish to chat, my DM’s are open!!

It remained quiet, beneath the surface. — A minor being crept out from the shadows, feelers noticeable. It possessed rotten green, pulsating flesh. Thin as paper, they could see ‘dead veins’. It stood still, thinned out limbs twitching.

“ 𝑰 𝑨𝑴 𝑩𝑬𝒀𝑶𝑵𝑫 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑺𝑰𝑴𝑷𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑪𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮, 𝑴𝑨𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑬. „ That booming voice rang out within their ‘terminal’. Disorienting to many organisms, the pillar of rotten flesh would make itself shown in height. This one being made of machine and rotten flesh, it coiled tendrils around the other’s limbs. ⇨

Piercing the crack within the earth, breaking it apart to give life, did tendrils slowly surface. Hardened soil giving way to a hole big enough for a single individual to traverse. These aforementioned tendrils reeked of olden flesh needing to be done away with. — Was this an invitation..?

ruthere My bum ass is finally awake. Anywho uh. Listen to Gravemind. Pretty sick song.

𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘀𝗰𝗼𝗼𝗽𝘀? 𝘙𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘸 𝘚𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘦? 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘬𝘰𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘔𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦? 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘕𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯? 𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘖𝘭' 𝘍𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘝𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢?! 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝙡𝙞𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝗽𝗹𝗶𝘁!

Listening. Watching. Silent. The being watched all from beneath rock and metal. From an unknown source, within the deepest parts of the multiverse. It waited. Hungrily. — But it was patient for now. Merely taking in what it saw and heard.

— Rotten tendrils laid flat upon the ground before the 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑, pulsating and slowly inching about. It writhed and seemingly ‘groaned’, yet no audio came forth. Where were these .. things originating from?

The rotting, stench inducing parasitic mass would rummage beneath the surface. Feelers and tendrils alike slithered along metal and rock and life. — All whilst the very spore carriers that carried the infection forms lied dormant. Waiting. Patiently.

ruthere I love the aspect that there’s a handful of people whom are kind that write characters whom are just the complete opposite. I adore it.

ruthere And so I am free.

ruthere So many thanks, realistically speaking. Writing out scenarios with others that both parties can enjoy the overall outcome to. Building up the character and creating a plethora of arcs for them. Diving into a variety of genres. Making friends. So many things, truly.