Before The Devil Knows You're Dead

An IC-RP Blog for MGySgt Damien Reaper, Adjutant of the ODST's 94th Hellions, crackshot sniper, and all-around sarcastic bastard. (Sidebar image courtesy of Staffsergeant-Hoffman) [Will only RP in the Halo or RvB universes. Mod is 18+]]

[odst-reaper]

[[Because Reaper is snarky and ODSTs are expanding.]]

[rpmissionboard]

Send me ∇ for a headcanon about my character's relationship with yours.

[odst-reaper]

 staffsergeant-hoffman SAID: “SHUT UP, FATASS, YOU’RE JUST JEALOUS!”

"Hooker." 

[odst-reaper]

"Niner makes the Infinity feel tight to Hoffman." 

[odst-reaper]

"You're like my little toe, because I'm going to bang you on every piece of furniture in my home."

"I... Can't tell if I wanna laugh because I'm mindblown by how bad that is, or if it's nervosa because I think you're gonna try it, Fii..."

[odst-reaper]

"Wanna help me get an /'honorable discharge'/?"

Reaper took a hard swallow of his drink as his eyes went wide. "Somebody pinch me or punch me, I think I'm dreamin' or dyin here and I can't decide which."

[odst-reaper]

Am I dead? Cause looking at you is heaven.

"I..." Reaper smiled in spite of himself. "Okay... that wasn't uncomfortable or terrible, that was cute and kinda flattering, Grey-Face... thanks."

[odst-reaper]

If I got a nickel for everytime I saw someone as hot as you, I'd have five cents.

"Hey, us sexy-as-hell men are an endangered species, what can I say?" The sniper grinned proudly. (huvaspuvyeryu)

[odst-reaper]

Was your father a mechanic? You have such a fine tuned body.

"Nope, my father was a preacher man. This fine tunin' is all my work."

[odstadrianfii-blog]

With the way the pack of you behave around here, I'm starting to think it stands for "Organized Degenerates, Specialized in Trauma"

[askboxmemes]

Reblog if you want to receive terrible, yet hilarious, pick-up lines.

[sgt-bull-deactivated20141009]

odstadrianfii replied to your post: “One more? I’ll cook you dinner if you cook me…

Adrian just stared at Bull for a moment. “D-did this just backfire on me?”

“No, I just messing with people.”

[ignusaeternum]

“Nah you two are totally gonna fuck now.”

[odst-reaper]

"Fuckit, I'll ship it." 

[odst-reaper]

"Lights Out, Jumpers!"

"I don't wanna hear any sass outta you!" 

[odst-reaper]

ask-agent-minnesota enters the firing range

The echoing report of an SRS99D-S2AM resounded through the range, and Reaper lowered his rifle, glancing at his target for a moment before the newcomer in the doorway.  “Plenty of room, stranger,” He rasped, nodding to the other soldier. “Don’t believe we’ve met before.” 

[ask-agent-minnesota]

The green clad soldier had felt bored, and decided she would keep up on her aiming practice. She waited in the doorway after seeing someone in there, and she gave a nod when he greeted her. When he said that they hadn’t met before, she pressed a button on her TACPAD, playing the word: “Minnesota.” in a quick, male, lyrical voice. (On your knees-extended) Then she pointed towards him, as if to ask for his name.

[odst-reaper]

"Minnesota?" He echoed, his voice's rasping and hissing quality making the question odd sounding. "Master Gunnery Sergeant Damien Reaper, at your service. Reaper's fine, other Jumpers call me Spooky." 

[odst-reaper]

ask-agent-minnesota enters the firing range

The echoing report of an SRS99D-S2AM resounded through the range, and Reaper lowered his rifle, glancing at his target for a moment before the newcomer in the doorway.  "Plenty of room, stranger," He rasped, nodding to the other soldier. "Don't believe we've met before." 

[sgt-bull-deactivated20141009]

Can't touch my SWAG.

[odst-reaper]

Reaper's eye twitched.  "What.. the... fuck is wrong with your sense of style??" 

[staffsergeant-hoffman-blog]

Bad to Worse - ODST Reaper/Staffsergeant-Hoffman

[staffsergeant-hoffman-blog]

“I ain’t loosing it! Don’t make that mistake!” he shouted, a short burst of bullets of comparable intensity striking one of the remaining men square in the chest. “Getting pissy - that’s all you can call me out on..” His aim held true in spite of the rhythmic shuddering in his hands.

He shouldn’t have needed another hit so soon after his last, but the slight withdrawal biting at his muscles begged to differ. It irked him to no end when his body seemed to fight him tooth and nail when its compliance could be a matter of life and death, not only for himself, but also for the man he already felt indebted to on a level far deeper than that of simple brothers-in-arms. 

Another burst rang from the MA5D’s muzzle and caught the remaining ground support in the calf, slowing the desperate retreated that resulted. “Take the shot for me, Spook.. I need a shot of my own.. You be the big hero here.”

[odst-reaper]

Reaper complied, without hesitation or question, albeit electing to shift his rifle to his shoulder as he drew his pistol, aimed, and fired off two shots, hitting the retreating, injured Insurrectionist high on the back and then in the back of the head respectively. He wasn't about to waste more powerful ordinance on a man who was damn near already dead.  That engagement handled, he did a quick sweep of the area, just to ensure that they were indeed clear, before finally speaking again.  "... You can tell me to fuck off if it's outta line, Hoffman," Reaper's voice was quiet, as he holstered his pistol once again, taking the time to briefly lean his rifle against his chest as he popped out the cartridge. "But you're shakin like a leaf there, and I'd appreciate it if you'd let me know what's up so that I can compensate if need be."  Producing two individual bullets for the S2AM from one of the pouches strapped to his armor, he reloaded the clip proper with the two spares with practiced ease, before snapping that cartridge back into place, then did the same with one of his previously spent cartridges, reloading it with four more of the spares. Reaper was a practical man, and preferred to take whatever handful of minutes they had of quiet to prepare for the inevitability of combat, and whatever was waiting for them once they reached Cayde and learned the man's plan.  "Again, if it's outta line, just tell me to fuck off."