𝗦𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗲-𝗚𝟭𝟭𝟬

|| I just think that she

|| The she

She may not objectively be the fastest Spartan, but she may just be the speediest in the sense that she never slows down.

She most certainly is one of the fastest talkers, though.

Sabine made half an effort to get up, but settled instead for just sitting cross-legged on the floor. Hands on her knees and a grin on her lips, she continued. “Good to have you back. Sorry for ramming you. I’m sure you just want to relax after being away so long.”

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⠀⠀⠀And somehow
⠀⠀we all found the warmth of
the gun ...

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#HaloRP

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They may both be on the ground, but Bee hardly seems affected by the impact. “What gave it away?”

She hasn’t become any less hyper in the other’s absence.

Zooming straight into her as fast as she possibly can.

|| But have I mentioned

Sprinting, tripping, and crashing through a neatly stacked pallet of boxes and crates.

She requires aid. It’s most definitely an emergency.

Zooming up and down the halls as fast as she possibly can.

— 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐭 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜

Jaidee Edevane | Marine | Corporal | Leaves no man behind | 4’10” | Cheerful | Friendly | Lil’ ball of energy | Not much of a fighter

#HaloRP | #ᴇʟᴜᴠᴇɪɴ

Crashing down a flight of stairs and straight through a wall.

Meanwhile she crashed onto the floor as soon as the collision occurred.

Oops —

Sliding down the hall in her socks, accidentally crashing into the reader at full speed.

She’s afflicted with the zoomies, and is going up and down the halls at inconceivable speeds.

> Extraction missions are always complicated <

Faceplanting in the middle of the hall

“I don’t do well staying still for long.” Sabine could rarely be caught in her quarters. If she wasn’t sleeping, she was either walking the halls or finding some other source of stimulation.

Security gave up trying to get her to adhere to curfews a long time ago.

|| Going to scream until I die

|| I’m going to lose my mind

|| Bluesky please

|| Testing a gif real quick

“I don’t do well with staying in one place long.” Just standing still seemed enough of a challenge. She had started to rock back and forth on her heels, and was fidgeting by tapping her palms against either thigh. “Plus I want to get to the mess before the good stuff runs out. I’ll be fine.”

Jumping in on the Sunday tradition.

“I don’t know. One second they were on, the next they were gone. Poof.” More than likely she had just zoned out for long enough to miss what had happened to them. It would not have been the first time she lost her shoes while walking around.

“Hm?” Sabine looked down and eyed her socks. Somehow, she had nearly forgotten about losing her shoes. “Oh, right.”

She glanced back up to the other Apartan and gave a small, unconcerned shrug. “Those went missing earlier today.”

Switching out the napkins, with the old one held in her right hand, Sabine nodded. “Alright.”

There was always the chance that the shoes were lost forever. It would not had been the first time Sabine miraculously lost an article of clothing to the void.

6’1” of accidentally starting a fire in her quarters.

Send help.