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Death From Afar
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Mun is 24/ mdni/ #MVRP #HaloOC
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Introducing

"God...I miss the old days where we knew what the enemy had, standard bullets not this,alien plasma, shit."

Eddie Redmayne

"Why'd I join the ODST? I got a little boy at home, joined to keep his world safe."

As

"Shit, I think he saw me? SHIT, YES, HE DID!"

Lucas Lupin

The Sniper.
Sadly may flip this guy to a cyberpunk oc-]
@sierrag165.bsky.social

"Mind spotting that target for me? Testing my rifles scope."
@mercilessnoblity.bsky.social

He blinked a few times, adjusting his visor.

"Sorry, my visors a bit cracked....who are you?"
@ofscarletsparta.bsky.social

"Oh shit, sorry i didnt see....you...there...christ your tall-'
He didn't respond, merely still working on his rifle.
He glanced at her, finishing the painting.

"My boy, he loved tulips, and his favorite color is blue, so...each time before a mission, I make sure to mark my coffin, consider it a uh...good luck charm."
He didnt speak, never was much good at it.

Testing his scopes alignment, squeezing the trigger, causing a click.

He glanced at the rifle, before setting it aside, and rubbing his face.
The Spartan continued to play, seemingly undisturbed by the rifle. It was like she was in her own world.

Perhaps it was a good thing, for that glare- fixated on something that was just in front of her, appeared haunted. Far older than her face.

Maybe she needed the break.
Lucas glanced over, sitting nearby, setting his rifle on a table and tweaking its scope a bit. It got knocked around a bit on his last drop.

He didn't say a word, just listened, checking the scopes alignment every now and again.
He gives a nod, adjusting his grip on the rifle again.

Nervous habit.

He was never one for conversation, or close encounters for that matter.
Two years? That’s both impressive and also not surprising.

“Don’t worry about it. You’re not the first to ramble on.” She shook her head a little, but continued on.

“Not much further now.”
"Uh...roughly, two years? Give or take? I kinda loose track."

He mutter, edit, rubbing his neck.

Yes, it should've been a dead giveaway but...well.

He wasn't sure-

"Sorry I tend to ramble-"
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Will get to these when I can!]]
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𝕀 𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣... 𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 ℕ𝕆𝕋 𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦.

{Halo/MV RP}
-Master Chief; Sierra 117-
-Canon/Divergent Portrayal; Game basis-
{Muse/Mun 21+}
-18+/MDNI-
{More Info Below}
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“𝙉𝙤. 𝙉𝙤 - 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚. 𝙒𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙.”

💙 & 🔄

#HaloRP | #MVRP
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Lucas sighed, taking a deep breath and slowly ehlxhaling, squeezing the trigger on his rifle slowly.

Only to see the spot next to the bottle he was aiming at kicked up dirt.

Scope needed adjustment.

Glancing over at the reader, he gave a small wave.

"Mind handing me that screwdriver?"
Loouuddddd groaning from the ODST, slowly rolling out of his cot.
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⠀⠀⠀𝗜'𝗠 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗬 — !
⠀⠀⠀𝗛𝗢𝗪 '𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ???

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"Uh...roughly, two years? Give or take? I kinda loose track."

He mutter, edit, rubbing his neck.

Yes, it should've been a dead giveaway but...well.

He wasn't sure-

"Sorry I tend to ramble-"
Did he 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 just ask her that? The battle-scarred white MJOLNIR wasn’t a dead giveaway?

“I am. Spartan IV, first induction.” She nodded, looking over at him.

“I wouldn’t expect you to have found it. ODSTs don’t often visit S-Deck.” A breath.

“How long you been ODST?”
He gave a nod and walked behind her.

"Yeah? must not have been paying attention."

He chuckles, adjusting his grip on the rifle.

"Amazed. i didn't stumble in on accident."

He looked over to her.

"You're a spartan, right?"
"I never get used to the view from these ships..."
Dont think ive met Marko yet--

Than again..ain't to good with names.
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\Lance Coporal Lucas Lupin/
He gave a nod and walked behind her.

"Yeah? must not have been paying attention."

He chuckles, adjusting his grip on the rifle.

"Amazed. i didn't stumble in on accident."

He looked over to her.

"You're a spartan, right?"
Her shoulders relaxed an inch, and she nodded. “Try to keep up.”

Cal was trying to lighten things a little, and turned to head out of the range.

“It’s on S-Deck, not far from the armory.”
He glanced over, before humming, rubbing his face.

"Right, right, sorry, dint know what I was thinking."

He muttered, standing up, picking up the rifle

"Could you um... lead the way to your workshop?"
He looked away.

Right..he wasn't the best at socializing anyway.

Instead he focused on treating his wound, keeping an eye open, just in case.

Before he glanced over again.

"Lucas."
He glanced over, before humming, rubbing his face.

"Right, right, sorry, dint know what I was thinking."

He muttered, standing up, picking up the rifle

"Could you um... lead the way to your workshop?"
“Don’t wait for the next drop.” She deadpanned, visor fixated on him now.

“You’re asking for shit to hit the fan if your gear doesn’t work.”
He gave a laugh, and nodded, lifting the rifle, eyeing the scope.

"I may just have to do that if it's still rubbish on my next drop."