𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲
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—𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯.
Forerunner | Warrior-Servant | Builder Security | #HaloRP #MVRP | #Lohatra
Forerunner | Warrior-Servant | Builder Security | #HaloRP #MVRP | #Lohatra
Pinned
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A 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗲 among many •
sharp with 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 and
Ambition ; 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥
dulls the sharpest
edge & so
𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 fell
A 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗲 among many •
sharp with 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 and
Ambition ; 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥
dulls the sharpest
edge & so
𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 fell
Why do they speak silence?
November 10, 2025 at 11:30 PM
Why do they speak silence?
There is no path that does not lead to violence.
November 10, 2025 at 10:44 PM
I hear you.
I'll find you.
Just...
Wait. Wait. Eat a little more time.
I'll find you.
Just...
Wait. Wait. Eat a little more time.
November 7, 2025 at 11:59 PM
I hear you.
I'll find you.
Just...
Wait. Wait. Eat a little more time.
I'll find you.
Just...
Wait. Wait. Eat a little more time.
There's no challenge here.
October 24, 2025 at 10:52 PM
There's no challenge here.
Yes.
No.
A 'God'?
October 22, 2025 at 9:16 PM
Yes.
A 'God'?
October 21, 2025 at 9:44 PM
A 'God'?
"Amusing, aren't you?" She chuckles around a sneer, not entirely amused at all. "Death hasn't swept me up despite all the opportunities it's had. Yet here I stand..."
With a rough sigh and a roll of her shoulders she slips her daggers back onto her armour. Her fingers grip the branch -
With a rough sigh and a roll of her shoulders she slips her daggers back onto her armour. Her fingers grip the branch -
path, as we have for millennia and will for millennia more.”
At least neither guard seemed too incensed at his words. That alone seemed worthy of celebration later. Should there be a later.
At least neither guard seemed too incensed at his words. That alone seemed worthy of celebration later. Should there be a later.
October 21, 2025 at 9:43 PM
"Amusing, aren't you?" She chuckles around a sneer, not entirely amused at all. "Death hasn't swept me up despite all the opportunities it's had. Yet here I stand..."
With a rough sigh and a roll of her shoulders she slips her daggers back onto her armour. Her fingers grip the branch -
With a rough sigh and a roll of her shoulders she slips her daggers back onto her armour. Her fingers grip the branch -
The thrill of an encounter offers fulfilment. Nothingness has replaced warm whispers, methodical turns, and sincere accomplishments.
Change it— Carve it into something new.
Change it— Carve it into something new.
October 16, 2025 at 11:40 PM
The thrill of an encounter offers fulfilment. Nothingness has replaced warm whispers, methodical turns, and sincere accomplishments.
Change it— Carve it into something new.
Change it— Carve it into something new.
"I wish I could go home" You're just nostalgic
October 16, 2025 at 11:28 PM
i am the one you left for dead , you are the bullet in my head
October 14, 2025 at 8:01 PM
Something else.
*What that something else is, she doesn't entirely know. Certainty was a luxury she couldn't afford.*
What do you think you are, [ape]?
*What that something else is, she doesn't entirely know. Certainty was a luxury she couldn't afford.*
What do you think you are, [ape]?
something else? [ she's terrified to ask at this point, but she has absolutely no idea what's going on. ]
Yes.
*The word is snappy as she busies herself with putting her tools away. Not yet. Not yet. Not yet.*
Do you? Are you a puppet? A key? A repository? Or something... else?
*The word is snappy as she busies herself with putting her tools away. Not yet. Not yet. Not yet.*
Do you? Are you a puppet? A key? A repository? Or something... else?
October 14, 2025 at 7:58 PM
Something else.
*What that something else is, she doesn't entirely know. Certainty was a luxury she couldn't afford.*
What do you think you are, [ape]?
*What that something else is, she doesn't entirely know. Certainty was a luxury she couldn't afford.*
What do you think you are, [ape]?
What am I to find? A future? It is buried too deep. It is gone. One or both. Time wears my fingers to the bone no matter it's state.
But you have nothing more. This is all you offer me. This is all you all offer me.
But you have nothing more. This is all you offer me. This is all you all offer me.
October 13, 2025 at 8:30 PM
What am I to find? A future? It is buried too deep. It is gone. One or both. Time wears my fingers to the bone no matter it's state.
But you have nothing more. This is all you offer me. This is all you all offer me.
But you have nothing more. This is all you offer me. This is all you all offer me.
The fan of inert blades locked between her fingers tap thoughtfully at the bark of her perch. Intention takes a moment to filter through.
"'Honour'?"
Crouching low against her branch her chest heaves with mocking laughter.
"Is a [noose]. Outdated. Pointless— why don't you ask the dead?"
She -
"'Honour'?"
Crouching low against her branch her chest heaves with mocking laughter.
"Is a [noose]. Outdated. Pointless— why don't you ask the dead?"
She -
was home only to animals, which we came to hunt.”
It was a half truth. There had been a lot of hunting going on so far at their camp, even if it was not their main goal. There was no reason to share that yet though
It was a half truth. There had been a lot of hunting going on so far at their camp, even if it was not their main goal. There was no reason to share that yet though
October 13, 2025 at 8:23 PM
The fan of inert blades locked between her fingers tap thoughtfully at the bark of her perch. Intention takes a moment to filter through.
"'Honour'?"
Crouching low against her branch her chest heaves with mocking laughter.
"Is a [noose]. Outdated. Pointless— why don't you ask the dead?"
She -
"'Honour'?"
Crouching low against her branch her chest heaves with mocking laughter.
"Is a [noose]. Outdated. Pointless— why don't you ask the dead?"
She -
"How long until you are more metal than flesh?" She murmurs, head tilting curiously at the areas he points out. So many injuries to a delicate area. How had they occurred? Thanks certainly looked like he could handle himself.
"Outnumbered? Outmatched? Or a mix of both? Only -
"Outnumbered? Outmatched? Or a mix of both? Only -
He opens his chest armor with primary arm and secondary lifts up his undersuit cloth showing her his cyber enhancements.
"My first shot was here in the right lung, second was on my heart, third right on my guts. Beautiful to look at isn't it ?"
"My first shot was here in the right lung, second was on my heart, third right on my guts. Beautiful to look at isn't it ?"
October 13, 2025 at 8:05 PM
"How long until you are more metal than flesh?" She murmurs, head tilting curiously at the areas he points out. So many injuries to a delicate area. How had they occurred? Thanks certainly looked like he could handle himself.
"Outnumbered? Outmatched? Or a mix of both? Only -
"Outnumbered? Outmatched? Or a mix of both? Only -
Yes.
*The word is snappy as she busies herself with putting her tools away. Not yet. Not yet. Not yet.*
Do you? Are you a puppet? A key? A repository? Or something... else?
*The word is snappy as she busies herself with putting her tools away. Not yet. Not yet. Not yet.*
Do you? Are you a puppet? A key? A repository? Or something... else?
[ she blinks a few times, not entirely sure what spirit is talking about. ] do i understand what a tool is?
Aya. Some know. Some don't.
*Satisfied, she rocks back onto her feet with a rough snicker.*
You understand what it is?
*Satisfied, she rocks back onto her feet with a rough snicker.*
You understand what it is?
October 12, 2025 at 10:56 PM
Yes.
*The word is snappy as she busies herself with putting her tools away. Not yet. Not yet. Not yet.*
Do you? Are you a puppet? A key? A repository? Or something... else?
*The word is snappy as she busies herself with putting her tools away. Not yet. Not yet. Not yet.*
Do you? Are you a puppet? A key? A repository? Or something... else?
Aya. Some know. Some don't.
*Satisfied, she rocks back onto her feet with a rough snicker.*
You understand what it is?
*Satisfied, she rocks back onto her feet with a rough snicker.*
You understand what it is?
[ the forceful tap to her leg catches her off guard, hissing through her teeth before she clams up. ]
a tool? [ she questions. ]
a tool? [ she questions. ]
*A hum wavers between her tightly pressed lips. The orange of her visor stares at Angel for a long few seconds as she debates with herself.*
For now you have a use. A tool.
*She taps what's left of Angel's let once more, with a little more force than before.*
We're all a tool for someone else.
For now you have a use. A tool.
*She taps what's left of Angel's let once more, with a little more force than before.*
We're all a tool for someone else.
October 12, 2025 at 10:30 PM
Aya. Some know. Some don't.
*Satisfied, she rocks back onto her feet with a rough snicker.*
You understand what it is?
*Satisfied, she rocks back onto her feet with a rough snicker.*
You understand what it is?
*A hum wavers between her tightly pressed lips. The orange of her visor stares at Angel for a long few seconds as she debates with herself.*
For now you have a use. A tool.
*She taps what's left of Angel's let once more, with a little more force than before.*
We're all a tool for someone else.
For now you have a use. A tool.
*She taps what's left of Angel's let once more, with a little more force than before.*
We're all a tool for someone else.
[ the 'for now' comment makes her feel nauseous, and she has to swallow down the feeling. each tap against her flesh and metal earns a slight wince, and she quickly moves her left hand out of sight as it clenches. ]
i can. thank you for helping me again.
i can. thank you for helping me again.
- alternates a few sharp taps between flesh and metal.*
Are you capable of feeling a difference?
Are you capable of feeling a difference?
October 12, 2025 at 8:01 PM
*A hum wavers between her tightly pressed lips. The orange of her visor stares at Angel for a long few seconds as she debates with herself.*
For now you have a use. A tool.
*She taps what's left of Angel's let once more, with a little more force than before.*
We're all a tool for someone else.
For now you have a use. A tool.
*She taps what's left of Angel's let once more, with a little more force than before.*
We're all a tool for someone else.
I miss the old stars.
October 11, 2025 at 9:18 PM
I miss the old stars.
*She hums through her teeth. It's a reluctant agreement. But in this instance they were... fortunately correct.*
Always.
*After a few moments of terse silence she finally withdraws, tools clenched tightly between her fingers.*
Done. For now.
*She -
Always.
*After a few moments of terse silence she finally withdraws, tools clenched tightly between her fingers.*
Done. For now.
*She -
[ she bites down on the inside of her cheek when the pain increases, struggling to stay still as it occurs to her .. that angel fucked up. she closes her eyes, trying to not focus. ] you're right, i'm sorry.
'Decent'?
*She presses a little too hard as her voice sharpens.*
[Apes] know nothing of greatness. You are built of weak bodies and weaker minds.
*Another succession of sharp alterations follow with less care than before.*
Soon you will crave more.
*She presses a little too hard as her voice sharpens.*
[Apes] know nothing of greatness. You are built of weak bodies and weaker minds.
*Another succession of sharp alterations follow with less care than before.*
Soon you will crave more.
October 11, 2025 at 9:14 PM
*She hums through her teeth. It's a reluctant agreement. But in this instance they were... fortunately correct.*
Always.
*After a few moments of terse silence she finally withdraws, tools clenched tightly between her fingers.*
Done. For now.
*She -
Always.
*After a few moments of terse silence she finally withdraws, tools clenched tightly between her fingers.*
Done. For now.
*She -
The bones in your body were only created to give me the pleasure of breaking them.
October 9, 2025 at 9:14 PM
'Decent'?
*She presses a little too hard as her voice sharpens.*
[Apes] know nothing of greatness. You are built of weak bodies and weaker minds.
*Another succession of sharp alterations follow with less care than before.*
Soon you will crave more.
*She presses a little too hard as her voice sharpens.*
[Apes] know nothing of greatness. You are built of weak bodies and weaker minds.
*Another succession of sharp alterations follow with less care than before.*
Soon you will crave more.
[ there's a simple nod as she takes a peak, then immediately looks away. ] the weight isn't bad, it's pretty decent to be honest.
Good. Together you will sing.
*She continues to mutter to herself while she operates the fibers at the end of the tool. Her Ancilla provides no aid, and while she's certain her work needs improvement she'd never admit it to the Human.*
Is the weight suitable?
*A question for future tinkering.*
*She continues to mutter to herself while she operates the fibers at the end of the tool. Her Ancilla provides no aid, and while she's certain her work needs improvement she'd never admit it to the Human.*
Is the weight suitable?
*A question for future tinkering.*
October 9, 2025 at 8:52 PM
'Decent'?
*She presses a little too hard as her voice sharpens.*
[Apes] know nothing of greatness. You are built of weak bodies and weaker minds.
*Another succession of sharp alterations follow with less care than before.*
Soon you will crave more.
*She presses a little too hard as her voice sharpens.*
[Apes] know nothing of greatness. You are built of weak bodies and weaker minds.
*Another succession of sharp alterations follow with less care than before.*
Soon you will crave more.
Pulling you apart will be a revelry.
Of course Jane Psychopath would have a complaint.
Disgusting suggestion.
October 9, 2025 at 8:27 PM
Pulling you apart will be a revelry.
Silence slows the inevitable.
October 9, 2025 at 6:42 PM
Silence slows the inevitable.
Disgusting suggestion.
They should have called the Didact, John Forerunner.
Really a missed opportunity if you ask me.
Really a missed opportunity if you ask me.
October 9, 2025 at 6:07 PM
Disgusting suggestion.
More and more...
October 9, 2025 at 4:25 PM
More and more...