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—𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯.

Forerunner | Warrior-Servant | Builder Security | #HaloRP #MVRP | #Lohatra
Pinned

A 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗲 among many •
sharp with 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 and
Ambition ; 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥
dulls the sharpest
edge & so
𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 fell
LoHatra

I will probably disappear soon for New Year's celebrations.

So Happy New Year everyone! 🎊
December 31, 2025 at 4:13 PM
Last time you were better. Devolving you was a kindness you did not deserve. This time we will go further.

You are no Flood.

A Saber is but a toy to crack.
I don't know buddy, last time I checked a single spartan folded you bitches like laundry. And the flood that whooped your ass too.

And a Saber can do a *lot* more than a Spartan, baby.
December 31, 2025 at 4:10 PM
"Is this not fun?"

She stops throwing at his request and walks up to him. Without her armour she could not call them back, unfortunately.

"Remain still."

Having no sense of personal space, Spirit gets in close. One by one fingers wrap around the emitter of each blade and she takes her time in -
Oh shit, those were hardlight blades.

"Oh shit, those are hardlight bl—"

Doesn't take long until his weakest parts of the frame are perforated by the blades. Making him struggle to keep balance.

"Fuck, that's close.

I forfeit. Please."

He's not willing to be broken. There's a danger involved.
She makes another noise of revulsion.

"Your jest is disgusting."

A few steps begin taking her in his direction. A grin pinches at her still disdainful features as a hand reaches behind her back.

"Then, I cheat."

A flicker of orange sits briefly between her fingers before it sails in his -
December 31, 2025 at 4:04 PM
Flies to swat once again. This time is no challenge.
December 31, 2025 at 3:59 PM
Removing lungs is fun.
December 31, 2025 at 3:54 PM
Not a Builder.

You will soon learn.
Is that why you hide behind drones to fight, big boy?
December 31, 2025 at 3:52 PM
Not as easily as [apes].
December 31, 2025 at 3:19 PM
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"𝐓𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫.

𝐓𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐜.

𝐓𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬."

[𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐚𝐬]
December 30, 2025 at 10:58 PM
"No. But, if it is known it is mapped, no?"
"Even the world named Kepler ? Where it's inside has black hole ?"
"Crafting provides enjoyment, but there is no unknown to explore. All has been mapped."
December 31, 2025 at 3:11 PM
Pokes @fireofangel.bsky.social in the back of the head.
December 31, 2025 at 2:38 PM
She makes another noise of revulsion.

"Your jest is disgusting."

A few steps begin taking her in his direction. A grin pinches at her still disdainful features as a hand reaches behind her back.

"Then, I cheat."

A flicker of orange sits briefly between her fingers before it sails in his -
"Cheat? Woman, we haven't even married and you already spite me that much?"

There's a clear lack of self preservation on his acts.

"It is your choice though. Strike if you must, just know I am quite the pest at surviving."
Too much metal.

A noise of revulsion passes her lips as she sinks to the floor.

"Constructs..." she spits, lifting herself to her feet. "Cheating disappointments."

Head tilting she holds herself where she is, fingers still itching to harm.

"Shall I cheat also?"
December 31, 2025 at 12:07 PM
"Crafting provides enjoyment, but there is no unknown to explore. All has been mapped."
"Do you like crafting ? Exploring the unknown ? There's a city in earth that has lot of goods we can pick and nobody is going there to grab."
"What else furthers me? What else provides value? There is nothing that is tantalising."
December 31, 2025 at 11:53 AM
War seeps into your bones, into the marrow, until you'll never be the same.
December 30, 2025 at 6:04 PM
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𝕃𝕒𝕤 𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕖 𝕚𝕝𝕦𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕟„
ℍ𝕠𝕪 𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕕𝕖 𝕘𝕦í𝕒„
𝕋𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕦𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕖 𝕡𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕒𝕤...

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December 30, 2025 at 2:48 AM
LoHatra

Same deal. Just some fun. But, I think we know what most of these will be 😅
December 30, 2025 at 12:33 AM
"What else furthers me? What else provides value? There is nothing that is tantalising."
"I see, looks like you didn't enjoyed much of things aside fron being soldier, i don't see it as problem though but hey we all need to live instead following the purpose they gave to you."
"I have few suggestions. My intention was to idle away the time. Constructors can be watched, but not disturbed. Weapon construction must remain absent, until my precision is returned..."
December 30, 2025 at 12:31 AM
A black combat-skin with red trimlines sits beneath the rustling fabrics she wears. It's minimal bulk and colour barely shows until she is close. But, her face remains visible. Light grey skin wraps sharp features while a prominent nose is replaced with a near flat set of slits for nostrils. A set -
-better, his face speckled with large scars across his features, a good many of them covered by long, unkempt dirty blonde hair.

He looked like he had been through hell.

" I have no clue where I am... All i'm trying to do is not die here... I got flung out of DEATH ADDER and everything went dark."
December 30, 2025 at 12:08 AM
Too much metal.

A noise of revulsion passes her lips as she sinks to the floor.

"Constructs..." she spits, lifting herself to her feet. "Cheating disappointments."

Head tilting she holds herself where she is, fingers still itching to harm.

"Shall I cheat also?"
99%...

100%

A blink. A shift in space, he's now a few feet away, dusting himself off.

"I don't have lungs. Or veins that are functional.

I can't be choked."
Disappointing.

Disappointing.

"Disappointing."

The words are muttered unintentionally. Even she does not notice.

Then, she leans in, lightening the pressure of her fingers but not completely removing them.

"Don't what?" She prompts with a hiss.
December 29, 2025 at 11:25 PM
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𝘛𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦

𝘕𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴
December 29, 2025 at 2:42 PM
Disappointing.

Disappointing.

"Disappointing."

The words are muttered unintentionally. Even she does not notice.

Then, she leans in, lightening the pressure of her fingers but not completely removing them.

"Don't what?" She prompts with a hiss.
He shrugged. Holo-visor dipping into a blood red. A warning triangle projected.

"I..."

15%... 36%... 61%...

"Don't...."

78%... 94%...

Beeping begins, warning sounds all over.
"Dullness saturates this time."

She was offering a little restraint. Although, she was still only a First Form and, as many had told her, still had much to learn.

Grinning, her fingers slip across his neck, and begin to press.

"You're losing."
December 29, 2025 at 11:15 PM
"This one is smarter than the rest," she observes, lifting herself from her perch with a step of levity.

A rifle lays across her back, but she reaches for something at her hip. It is small and flickers orange in her grip.

"How far does it extend?" Drawing close, she shows him the -
The ragged human pilot's looking over to her, clutching a hole over a slightly bloodied, mylar-taped section of his pilot suit and his waist.

Finally, he speaks.

" You're the scariest goddamn thing I have ever seen in my entire life.

I don't think I can run but if I could I would. "
December 29, 2025 at 11:06 PM
"Dullness saturates this time."

She was offering a little restraint. Although, she was still only a First Form and, as many had told her, still had much to learn.

Grinning, her fingers slip across his neck, and begin to press.

"You're losing."
A loud thud, spine hitting the ground.

"You're... You're holding back?"

Squinting glimmer.

"Am I that boring?"
As much as she enjoys close quarters combat, it is not her forte. With her balance off from her kick, she took pitches to the side. An irritable huff presses between her teeth.

Hands gripping his shoulders, she does all she can to ensure it is his back that hits the floor.
December 29, 2025 at 10:52 PM
December 29, 2025 at 9:58 PM
As much as she enjoys close quarters combat, it is not her forte. With her balance off from her kick, she took pitches to the side. An irritable huff presses between her teeth.

Hands gripping his shoulders, she does all she can to ensure it is his back that hits the floor.
Takes him not long to drop to the ground, but before he does, he's already grappled her to fall with him.

He's not giving up that easy. But he's not willing to strike back the same way.
The grin widens mockingly.

"Bold words for one so lacking."

Lips curling once more, she shifts her weight. One leg lifts, coiling with force that she shoves into the side of his knee. A hand meanwhile strikes towards a shoulder, pressing tightly clustered fingers at the joint.
December 29, 2025 at 9:36 AM