Michael-G165
@sierrag165.bsky.social
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Michael-G165
@sierrag165.bsky.social
· Feb 10
Clearly not made for Gammas. No checkbox for “ripping limbs off indiscriminately.”
January 30, 2026 at 8:40 PM
Clearly not made for Gammas. No checkbox for “ripping limbs off indiscriminately.”
“Together,” he agrees, slinking down the hill.
His armor turned more monotone as the Spartan slinked out into the open between the trees and the encampment. He paused, before continuing to between the barricades, becoming a muted red and then a flickering orange as he got into position—
His armor turned more monotone as the Spartan slinked out into the open between the trees and the encampment. He paused, before continuing to between the barricades, becoming a muted red and then a flickering orange as he got into position—
- within. The shrieks and chatters of a good handful of grunts and jackals accompanied them. Why they were here, she didn't know. But she was sure they'd draw it out of them one way or another.
"Together?" she whispers over TEAMCOM.
"Together?" she whispers over TEAMCOM.
January 30, 2026 at 8:18 PM
“Together,” he agrees, slinking down the hill.
His armor turned more monotone as the Spartan slinked out into the open between the trees and the encampment. He paused, before continuing to between the barricades, becoming a muted red and then a flickering orange as he got into position—
His armor turned more monotone as the Spartan slinked out into the open between the trees and the encampment. He paused, before continuing to between the barricades, becoming a muted red and then a flickering orange as he got into position—
The orb fails, but even so it’s a deadly radius. The Spartan dives, the blast washing over him. He grips a pineapple. A less elegant shape, but feigning his scramble with a toss as it skitters across the ground like the grounders he’d roll as a kid.
Behind the shield. A puff in the dust.
Behind the shield. A puff in the dust.
- raises its shield. The glow of green gives way to movement as the Kig-Yar dances around, hoping to avoid losing one of the few armaments it still has.
January 30, 2026 at 1:58 AM
The orb fails, but even so it’s a deadly radius. The Spartan dives, the blast washing over him. He grips a pineapple. A less elegant shape, but feigning his scramble with a toss as it skitters across the ground like the grounders he’d roll as a kid.
Behind the shield. A puff in the dust.
Behind the shield. A puff in the dust.
The El-Tee.
Does your muse have a mentor figure?
January 29, 2026 at 9:54 PM
The El-Tee.
// Prompt replies. Taking a hit. Applying my RP confidence IRL
OOC QUESTION
What would you say is your biggest weakness as an RPer?
What would you say is your biggest weakness as an RPer?
January 29, 2026 at 6:35 PM
// Prompt replies. Taking a hit. Applying my RP confidence IRL
Indeed.
She might have to run with him next time she goes out .
Would be one hell of a chiropractor duo .
Would be one hell of a chiropractor duo .
He’s carved a fun little sign at a chokepoint that reads: “Chiropractor, Banished Adjustments Free”
There’s a few patients left as examples.
But the site is quite abandoned. He’s been gone for weeks after cycling back, satisfied to see the place hadn’t been disturbed. So far…
There’s a few patients left as examples.
But the site is quite abandoned. He’s been gone for weeks after cycling back, satisfied to see the place hadn’t been disturbed. So far…
January 27, 2026 at 4:04 AM
Indeed.
Dead parents AND dead Homeworld.
does everybody here have DEAD PARENTS!?
January 26, 2026 at 5:30 AM
Dead parents AND dead Homeworld.
Biteproof armor and strength that rivals a zombie at its peak even without it. He’s Hell’s Janitor.
But if your definition of Zombie is the Flood then he’s probably going to set himself to self-destruct anyway.
But if your definition of Zombie is the Flood then he’s probably going to set himself to self-destruct anyway.
How do you think your muse would fair in a zombie apocalypse scenario?
January 26, 2026 at 5:21 AM
Biteproof armor and strength that rivals a zombie at its peak even without it. He’s Hell’s Janitor.
But if your definition of Zombie is the Flood then he’s probably going to set himself to self-destruct anyway.
But if your definition of Zombie is the Flood then he’s probably going to set himself to self-destruct anyway.
A Jiralhanae standing in a scorched orphanage. Blood dripping from his tusks.
The nun’s face bent in pain and shock.
The nun’s face bent in pain and shock.
What is your muse’s earliest memory?
January 25, 2026 at 3:08 PM
A Jiralhanae standing in a scorched orphanage. Blood dripping from his tusks.
The nun’s face bent in pain and shock.
The nun’s face bent in pain and shock.
Coast Guard, or Park Ranger.
In which of these jobs would your muse be the most comfortable?
— Police Officer
— Paramedic
— Firefighter
— Park Ranger
— Coastguard
— Social Worker
— Police Officer
— Paramedic
— Firefighter
— Park Ranger
— Coastguard
— Social Worker
January 23, 2026 at 8:02 PM
Coast Guard, or Park Ranger.
He gooned for six hours. Shameful.
If you saw what I did in the sims this morning you'd understand.
January 23, 2026 at 3:55 PM
He gooned for six hours. Shameful.
“Oh…I feel foolish then. Not often you hear 21st century stuff.”
“No, I’m quite alright.” He shook his head.
“I heard music, down near S-deck, and it got stuck in my head.”
“I heard music, down near S-deck, and it got stuck in my head.”
“Sir…? Are you concussed?”
January 21, 2026 at 5:01 AM
“Oh…I feel foolish then. Not often you hear 21st century stuff.”
A bunch of mischief. Might even start the undead panic.
If your muse was stuck in a medieval society for the rest of their lives, then what do you think they’d get up-to?
January 20, 2026 at 11:55 PM
A bunch of mischief. Might even start the undead panic.
“Sir…? Are you concussed?”
“…Daisy Dukes… bikinis on top…”
January 20, 2026 at 5:51 AM
“Sir…? Are you concussed?”
Even. For the most part.
But on a hair trigger.
But on a hair trigger.
How would you describe your muse’s sleeping pattern?
January 20, 2026 at 2:49 AM
Even. For the most part.
But on a hair trigger.
But on a hair trigger.
Only in your ear.
you gonna make noise?
Was gonna say. Thought you’d like a little noise on my part.
January 20, 2026 at 2:47 AM
Only in your ear.
Was gonna say. Thought you’d like a little noise on my part.
not you, handsome.
Hmm?
January 19, 2026 at 11:31 PM
Was gonna say. Thought you’d like a little noise on my part.
Hmm?
hush ~
January 19, 2026 at 11:08 PM
Hmm?
“It depends on the stipulations.”
Would your muse choose immorality if it was offered to them? And for already immortal muses: Would you choose mortality if it was offered?
January 19, 2026 at 4:24 PM
“It depends on the stipulations.”
“I would like to say 0. But it more often hovers at 3.”
On a scale of 0 - 10: How much guilt does your muse carry with them?
January 19, 2026 at 12:49 AM
“I would like to say 0. But it more often hovers at 3.”
As many blooms as you have, this is not one of them?
Teasing.
Teasing.
"Perhaps I will find a place for this one within my garden."
January 18, 2026 at 6:03 PM
As many blooms as you have, this is not one of them?
Teasing.
Teasing.
Had to be a little on the nose.
She appreciates the thought behind it.
January 18, 2026 at 5:58 PM
Had to be a little on the nose.
More snow. More cold. Staying warm in the armor is a plus. It’s the damn prosthetic feeling temperature. Constantly feeling like his hand is in a bucket of ice, but never losing feeling.
Drench it in Jackal and Brute. That’ll warm it up.
Drench it in Jackal and Brute. That’ll warm it up.
January 18, 2026 at 6:18 AM
More snow. More cold. Staying warm in the armor is a plus. It’s the damn prosthetic feeling temperature. Constantly feeling like his hand is in a bucket of ice, but never losing feeling.
Drench it in Jackal and Brute. That’ll warm it up.
Drench it in Jackal and Brute. That’ll warm it up.