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Jack - S316
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𝕊𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕟-𝕀𝕀 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕞
𝕁𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕊𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕒-𝟛𝟙𝟞
𝟙𝟠+ 𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕪 (𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕤 𝔻ℕ𝕀)

DMs open, Literacy preferred
#Halorp
#MVRP
Plotting preferred

#SouthernSaint
Pinned
"ᴄᴏɴꜱɪᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ."

𝕊ℙ𝔸ℝ𝕋𝔸ℕ-𝕀𝕀
𝕁𝔸ℂ𝕂𝕊𝕆ℕ-𝟛𝟙𝟞
ℝ𝕀𝔽𝕃𝔼𝕄𝔸ℕ/ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕍𝕐 𝕎𝔼𝔸ℙ𝕆ℕ𝕊
(ℕ)𝕊𝔽𝕎 ℝℙ, 𝕎ℝ𝕀𝕋𝔼ℝ 𝔽𝕃𝔼𝕏𝕀𝔹𝕃𝔼
𝟜+ 𝕐𝔼𝔸ℝ𝕊 𝔼𝕏ℙ.
𝔻𝕄𝕊 𝕆ℙ𝔼ℕ

[𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕨]
He's game.
August 20, 2025 at 2:13 AM
He entered the room upon Davies response. As always Jack was in full battle rattle, but in his hands he seemed to have a small yellow colored box, of which he would put on the man's desk.

"You do a lot fer us, even if it don't seem like we notice, we do."

Gesturing to the box, he gives a nod. -
He opens the door, clearly frazzled looking but attentive.

“Hm? What is it?”

His talking is rather absent-minded. Clearly distracted.
A gentle knock upon the Logistical officers door.
June 29, 2025 at 11:19 PM
Of course.

Put a round through a chieftain or two for him while she's out there.
Hmmm... Mission board.

That could sate her urge to throw hands with someone just nicely.

She appreciates the suggestion.
In [that] case.

Mission board's got no shortage of targets, it's a shooter's choice at this point.

If she wants some backup? Give 'em a call, it's been awhile since he was out in the field.
June 29, 2025 at 12:58 PM
In [that] case.

Mission board's got no shortage of targets, it's a shooter's choice at this point.

If she wants some backup? Give 'em a call, it's been awhile since he was out in the field.
She is currently craving

✨ violence ✨

Otherwise, she would accept.
He was under that impression.

It is the room specifically made for that, after all.....

Unless someone was dumb enough to piss off ONI's grim reaper.
June 29, 2025 at 12:54 PM
He was under that impression.

It is the room specifically made for that, after all.....

Unless someone was dumb enough to piss off ONI's grim reaper.
No, that is in fact what she meant.

Throw hands = fight someone.

What does sparring have to do with— Oh, does he think she means she wants to spar someone in the ring, fight?
What-

Did she not mean throw hands as in fi-

...... The IVs have been using weird terminology again, haven't they?
June 29, 2025 at 12:46 PM
What-

Did she not mean throw hands as in fi-

...... The IVs have been using weird terminology again, haven't they?
What—?

Did she get the meaning of "throw hands" wrong?
Training decks open.

Up for a spar?
June 29, 2025 at 12:39 PM
A gentle knock upon the Logistical officers door.
He’s busy with more unexpected work.

A local colony is recovering from some local weather disaster and he’s been ordered to assist with getting them the supplies they need to rebuild.

It’s all rather daunting.
June 29, 2025 at 12:36 PM
Training decks open.

Up for a spar?
She is, as the saying goes, ready to throw hands with someone.
June 29, 2025 at 12:34 PM
It had been months since Spartan-316 had been last recorded fighting the Banished on Zeta.

Assumed lost with the staggering amount of other personnel that had also been killed or taken in the Banished attack...... things would get interesting....

As his transponder just activated.
June 29, 2025 at 12:07 PM
Reposted by Jack - S316
“We do not choose our destinies. Yet we must… we must do our duty, no? Great or small, we must do our duty.”

#HaloRP

OC - UNSC Army Officer: Stirling Lancaster
More Info below!
February 18, 2025 at 4:09 AM
"War doesn't leave much room for emotion, nor the unprepared."

Giving a nod, he lay's the stack of papers onto the poor logistical officers desk, in between them was a small metal flask emblazoned with the UNSC eagle, beneath were the words.

"Everyone has a part to play, all important."

-
Oh - putting it like that is just mean! Oh! Now I feel…

Fine! Fine! But PLEASE - be a little more careful with these ones.
- fallen in battle, whom I would have been unable to save due to, say, not carrying enough biofoam canisters?
February 4, 2025 at 12:52 AM
I understand your doing your job mister Davies, but let me put it to you like this.

Which is more cost efficient, giving a Spartan II the equipment they need to do their duty, that being several surplus tactical storage pouches.

Or the costs of covering the final rites and lost equipment of UNSC -
How about - three - …?
Plasma burns away cloth.

Five pouches.
February 4, 2025 at 12:41 AM
Plasma burns away cloth.

Five pouches.
Five pouches in one request!?
This feels ridiculous.
Ten requisition forms to fill out.

Two for munitions.
Two for plate replacements.
One for shield components.
And.....five for UNSC issue canvas pouches.
February 3, 2025 at 11:49 PM
I always try to pack extra.

Ammo, biofoam, grenades, MREs, been stuck behind enemy lines too many times not to.
I tend to carry too much stuff on me, so you’re welcome to the spares I have.
You would not believe how many of these I go through.

Plasma weapons burn 'em off.
February 3, 2025 at 10:47 PM
You would not believe how many of these I go through.

Plasma weapons burn 'em off.
I have some spare pouches—
Ten requisition forms to fill out.

Two for munitions.
Two for plate replacements.
One for shield components.
And.....five for UNSC issue canvas pouches.
February 3, 2025 at 10:42 PM
Ten requisition forms to fill out.

Two for munitions.
Two for plate replacements.
One for shield components.
And.....five for UNSC issue canvas pouches.
February 3, 2025 at 7:36 PM
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February 3, 2025 at 2:45 AM
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February 2, 2025 at 9:06 PM
He feigns offense, putting his free hand to his chestplate, then softly chuckles while shaking his head.

"Ouch."

He gave her hand another sift squeeze.

"I'll get y'sorted out, miss hyperlethal."

He playfully bumped into her side as they drew close to the ships messhall.
“ Mm, I dunno… Yamato’s usually pretty good about my requests. “ She leans against his shoulder a little, playfully.

“ Saved his life and all, Y’know. “
A smile tugs at his concealed lips, he returns the gesture in kind.

"Maybe so, I'm sure th' cook will get y'sorted. Though he may take a lil' convincin'....."

He trailed off and rubbed his thumb against her hand.

He just so happened to be on mess detail today, likely why they ran into each other.
February 2, 2025 at 7:47 PM
February 2, 2025 at 6:57 PM
February 2, 2025 at 6:41 PM
A smile tugs at his concealed lips, he returns the gesture in kind.

"Maybe so, I'm sure th' cook will get y'sorted. Though he may take a lil' convincin'....."

He trailed off and rubbed his thumb against her hand.

He just so happened to be on mess detail today, likely why they ran into each other.
Hm…

She gives his hand a little squeeze.

“ Might be able to get them to scrounge us up my favorite… “

A rice and egg dish. A little tougher to make, unless her favorite mess cook was working today.
This earns a slight raise of his eyebrow beneath his helmet, but he nods.

"Sure.....in the mood for anythin' in particular?"

He asked, releasing his grip on her waist to instead simply hold her hand as they made their way to the mess hall.
February 2, 2025 at 6:00 PM
Full suit of MK.IV and Titanium reinforced bones.

Shed do more harm to herself than him.
She’s going to kick him in the shins
She's very javelin shaped.
February 2, 2025 at 5:56 PM