The Spartan flips on his thruster pack again, dodging the grenade with ease, before unloading another burst of plasma at the Kig-Yar, striking its body while it had thrown the grenade.

The demon anticipated such a move, forcing the shield down against the blade away from him as he uses his thruster pack to back away. His plasma pistol charges up, spraying against the shield.

“And?”

He’ll deal with the shrieking later. Right now he lunges at the bird, his prosthetic fingers already looping over top the shield.

“Squawker might be fast. But I’m faster.”

Nothing like showing a Banished Can o’ Worms just how well you can bullfight them. A shame its bond-brother didn’t learn anything when it charged me in a rage.

Sounds serious.

The goo?

Equal amounts of silence from his stall. He placed a group with the burst function, his eye closing as he scrutinized whether he was satisfied with it. Semi-automatic, he tried placing the same grouping. Chuffing, not up to the same amount of accuracy.

The Gamma set up with his battle rifle next to him. The BR85HB variant. Calibrating with his HUD was cheating. Both him and Fred had the same teacher, after all.

Gotcha. May I join you, sir?

Baking? Also, total unannounced unexpected presence.

The night or the range?

He takes it and sits down. Flips a small fork out of a pouch and takes off his helmet. “Thank you.”

Yes.

Spagheeter.

Unable to sleep unable to sleep unable to sleep unable to sleep. Smell of blood smell of blood smell of blood smell of blood. In the hands in the hands in the hands in the hands. Hands wet hands wet hands wet hands wet. Danger danger danger for those around danger danger danger for those around.

It’s dangerous to put the most ancient and primordial weapon known to man into his hands.

"𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝟑𝟎𝟒, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐲." - female spartan oc - mature themes | 18+ | non lewd - semi stable - halo rp | swrp | mvrp - ships w/ chem | multiship | a musing brought to you by - #mamapasta |

Not really. Considering it, but not quite at that point. Making this ring as unlivable to them as well as they’re trying to make it to us.

It’s a great day to raid a Banished munitions depot, and blow the rest up. Taking a bit of inspiration from Vlad the Impaler with any survivors. Bad neighbors make good fences.

“Hmm.” He takes a sip. The taste is pretty bitter. Nothing he couldn’t handle, but still, he added a spoonful of honey. Another investigative sip. “Ah, that’s good.”

“Sure. Sounds lovely.” He takes a seat.

They say a watched pot never boils. But those people have burnt or underdone tea.

A dawn to remember.

“𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘹.” #HaloRP OC - Spartan IV Details below! • Friendly Mun - 30+ • FC: Helena Rey/Rhona Mitra • Mature Themes 𝙈𝘿𝙉𝙄! 🔞

Quiet today. Which was odd, yesterday was ape central. Narrowing eyes keenly, checking for Stalkers and SpecOps Sangheili.

The first of the simulations laid out the plans, similar to Fireteam Osiris’s dismantling job of a Shuul’se-pattern Kraken. The two Spartans would jump onto the Kraken from above and disable or destroy the craft. Michael took up his MA5K, and a plasma pistol from requisitions.

“Excellent,” a ping from his own onboard AI, Athena, requesting to share the details of the two simulations.

“Off to them. If you want to join.” He takes his arm-tucked helmet and puts it on his head.

💬: Be there in a bit. Busy. 💬: brunt mmnrve Kaia tnnn men vooje gnsnbf 💬: don’t text and fight kids.

“Status green.” A smile.

All green. All bleached bone?

“And you, Spartan.”

Crisp salute back.

He does so, gently. Along the hair and behind the ears.

Evil kitty or good kitty? Does he miss an opportunity to pet on kitty?

Well?

“They’re really good.”

A warm smile back.

“Water. Or anything with flavor.”

Currently prepping for a mission, sitting on the hood of a warthog. An M41 SPNKr is on his back, while he’s prepping his MA5K for combat. A sigh, slipping an underslung shotgun to the lower rail.

Nabs like five.

He does. He sits rather awkwardly at the table.

“Oh…sorry.” Putting the pistol away. “Probably time for my next dose of stuff.”

Draws pistol. Hallucinations aren’t part of his latent psychosis yet.

Takes a plate and starts scoopin’. “Where’d you find this stuff?”

Don’t get a lot of interactions lately. Even my interaction baits get lost it seems :(