― 𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐂
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ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝘿𝙊𝙂 '𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 .ᐟ ᅠ
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ᅠᅠ» WO-2. Faye, Silvia | S-G180
ᅠᅠ» Spartan-III, GAMMA COMPANY.
ᅠᅠ» Office of Naval Intelligence, Delta-6.
ᅠᅠ» Joint Fires Observer.
ᅠᅠ» #HaloRP | #MVRP
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ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦.❞

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لو سمحوا لي بإسقاط الشمس على الكائنات الفضائية
(if only they'd let me drop the sun on the aliens)
Reposted by ― 𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐂
HALLOWEEN EVENT

The forest nymph

Whay will this creature offer to you? Win her heart for blessings or her hate for terrible curses.
closer than that full-arm she tended to be rather insistent on.
gaze with a fit of laughter.

"Oh, doc... Here. Hold on," she cackled, shooting upright and crossing the space between them.

She was far faster, and far quieter, than she had any right to be. Silvia had managed to get herself within half an arms' length in mere moments.

But it was close. Far (+)
In all honesty, watching Anastasia walk back out into the living room wearing her clothing was a rather hilarious sight to see. Silvia, in practically every measurable aspect, was far larger than Anastasia could ever hope to be.

Setting her guitar down for a moment, the Gamma met the doctors' (+)
Lest she enters a state similar (or the same) as the one Ivy had found her in prior.

"When?"
Silvia didn't look up. She was afraid to- afraid to see her partner break in-front of her, especially due to something she caused, indirectly or not. But it wasn't her fault, was it?

No, the medication just wasn't working anymore. She'd built a tolerance- the dose would need to be increased.

(+)
never complained about me being a distraction before...
'view' anyway. She just didn't care enough to cover up half the time. She was very particular about how her clothing fit, it either had to be loose, or she'd forgo it.

Unfortunately, she'd been stuck in Dress Whites for the better part of the day. It was obvious what route she was going to take.
"Natural selection," she replied- rolling her eyes and looking up at the ghoul. While her glare was still present, it wasn't anywhere near as hard as it used to be.

"You're lucky, most people would kill for this view."

It wasn't like Silvia was actively trying to give Sadako any form of (+)
strength and capability.

"Gotta decide whether I'm worth chasing... Then you have to chase. You forget, most of our time together has been you chastising me for almost getting myself killed. Again."

Spoken with an easygoing laugh.
"You have far more soul searching to do than I do, Deedee," she replied. Silvia placed a hand on the shorter womans' shoulder, an attempt to comfort. There wasn't really much comforting about Silvia, though.

Save for the fact that she visibly restricted herself- aware of her own (+)
stab to the gut that’d never disappear.

“So what now…?”

A question that needed to be asked as if she expected the worst.
capable of killing by itself?

"There's nothing wrong with ballistics," she shrugged.

"I'd trust my life to them far before energy."
and minute that it merely looked like a droplet colliding with a pool of water. Too fast and well practiced to be human, but far too fluid to be robotic.

Had she always been ready for a fight? Is that why, even seated, her shoulders were so tense? Is that why her glare looked as if it was (+)
when she was six- when her homeworld was glassed.

It's not like it wasn't believable either. Silvia's body, specifically the right half and her throat, were covered in floral tattoos.

When that firearm was brandished, though, there was a gut reaction. The shift of her posture, a shift so quick (+)
Odd. Silvia had grown up preparing to fight a losing war, to sacrifice her life to buy others just that much more time.

"I grew up designing floral arrangements," she replied. Her voice was still unwavering, confident in her own story. It wasn't exactly a lie.

She had just stopped doing so (+)
--meanings, then all they really are... Just things, and nothing more."

What a nihilistic point of view.
looked an awful lot like an older version of Silvia, perhaps in her early thirties, although nowhere near as large in scale.

"That's where you're wrong, Val," she exhaled, her glare raising slightly to actually observe the other woman.

"They're just things. The minute you strip away their--
The Gamma handed them over, shaking her head in disapproval over Valerie's answer.

The pin had seen better days- it was old, around a decade or so in age by the look of it. There were dents and imperfections, scuff marks where fingerprints should be.

And that picture- the woman in the photo (+)
"That goddamned redhead popped up again, this time while I was on a run.

She's definitely not some local cop... They don't teach their UCs how to stalk. No, that's federal.

FBI? CIA?

How the fuck do they know I'm here? I detonated my pod- scrubbed all nav data clean beforehand, too.

What the--
"Ty hasn't been popping up as much as he should be... I hope he's doing alright. Maybe soon he'll pop up again?

Man, fuck it. I'm gonna go find him."