𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲-𝐎𝐟-𝐓𝐡𝐞-𝐄𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲-𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭

Would there be anything left?

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙴𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂, 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝙴

#scifirp #horrorp #mvrp #openrp

I think...

I'm still trying to figure that bit out.

But I don't hang my helmet anywhere...

- didn't feel good.

"What... happened?"

Helmet still engaged, she shakes her head. She'd always steered clear of any Human planets. It hadn't been necessary to visit any of them anyway...

Well, except for Charum Hakkor. She'd really wanted to visit that one...

"ONI? And why...? Oh," she fidgets uncomfortably. This -

"Erde-Tyrene? I've never been... What's it like?"

She'd seen some pictures. A few here and there in the Domain, but it was never quite the same. And, if it meant avoiding the topic of her home, she'd happily listen.

"Um..." She fumbles, rocking forward a little as her trimlines shift in their intensity.

"Home... I suppose. Do you have a home?"

Me? Bored? Mantle, no. Never!

I'm just...

...thinking.

- she suddenly comes to a sudden halt with a short flustered squeak. Was that a--

"Prefect--" she stops short, head tilting as she finally registers the figure before her with a despondent sigh.

"Oh... you're not a Prefect."

A bundle of different cuts of alloy and emitters sit in her arms as she hurries her way through the hallways. Her Ancillia attempts to murmur something to her, but she's hardly paying attention as her thoughts remain firmly on the pattern she wanted to make.

Turning down another corrirdor -

Absently fiddling with a deactivated Sentinel.

You were supposed to come back.

- head follows with even frailer words.

"They can't be. They're coming back. They are..."

Because...

"I never got to say goodbye."

- shakes her head as it swings from denial to defeat. "You're lying! They can't be gone! It can't just be us!"

Her head shakes again.

"No."

Something wet pools around her eyes.

"No..."

Intensity dips, and the weight of it has her legs shaking. A weak shake of her -

- just pretend?

"They..."

She feels her lips tremble in a manner unbecoming of a Forerunner. She tries to stifle it, to shove it down and at least maintain some form of control.

"Why?" It's an empty question. She can guess why. Hearing it would only be another punch to the gut.

"No," she -

They're not.

The words linger long after he says them. They seep into her bones, sapping whatever levity she had left. Seeing his face only hammers the point home. The earnestness on his wretched face cannot be ignored.

But she wanted to.

Couldn't she -

" 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙳𝚒𝚎....𝚈𝚎𝚝 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝚆𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎. " .

𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝙸𝙸 𝙻𝚝 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗-𝟶𝟾𝟾

𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝙸𝙸𝚜

Is [biological enhancement] really such a contentious topic? I had my first one quite young, and it wasn't that bad...

He detests me, doesn't he?

This is inappropriate!

This day is incredibly unseemly!

𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒏 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍

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° 𝑳𝒆𝒘𝒅 𝑬𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 — 𝑺𝑭𝑾

° 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔

° 𝑩𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 — 𝑺𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉

° #HaloRP – #BSRP

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𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑻 \ 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬

🎨 Fearless_Matter4381 [?]

What should I pattern today?

Is there—

There's something. There always is.

Well, yes, everyone produces a result.

"What are you doing? I'm not interrupting am I?"