NIGHTFALL

[manchannel]

Saving Private Ryan (1998)

[shortielukas]

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3OH!3 - Bad Guy

[demonbloodxdetox]

If I don't reply to you,

Here’s why.

I’m too depressed.

I didn’t see your reply.

My muse is being a dick.

I’m swamped with other rps.

I’m flailing because of your quality.

If I did see your reply and I haven’t answered, I most definitely probably have it in my drafts. You’re always allowed to come into my askbox and badger me for replies.

[reachhasfallen-blog]

NOT QUITE A REUNION;;

[pvtrednat]

The sad moment was really getting to her now, she wanted to stop crying. She for the most part had, her eyes just hurt now and were red. She hadn’t cried like that in so long, actually I don’t think I’ve ever cried quite like that.

She rubbed her eyes, making the irritation worse as she listened. She sucked in a breath, she was happy that he still loved her, she hadn’t known until that moment that she had been worrying about it, but she had and now it was gone.

She laughed light-heartedly now. “I’m really glad, I still love you too.” She didn’t want to just stand where they were anymore, although she loved to be hugged by him. She was starting to get a little hungry, or thirsty, either or she wanted something. “Since I’ve stopped crying for the most part do you want to get something to eat or drink?” This sad moment needed to end.

[reachhasfallen-blog]

Six surprised himself by laughing-- a light, relieved sound straight from the heart. "Sure. I suppose we could even call it a date, though that never was our style." He grinned and thought about where to go; so many places and so little room for error.

He didn't want to make it too fancy or awkward, so their seemingly inevitable snacks and coffee would just have to do it... Though maybe, he could do something special. The Spartan rested a gentle hand on her shoulder for a moment, then smiled. "Nat. I'm really not worth crying over, and besides-- I'm here, and you can't get rid of me now."

[reachhasfallen-blog]

killerblond // reachhasfallen

[killerblond]

“Neither will having a stick up your ass.” He tossed in loud enough to be heard (as Clark was not someone to mumble nor talk to someone’s back) but still somewhat casual as if he was just bantering with an old drinking buddy or something. He caught the object and nodded silently. “I was told I’d get a quick briefing from you. They didn’t tell me many specifics.”

[reachhasfallen-blog]

"I didn't get too much info either, but I'll tell you what I know." Six was smiling under his helmet-- the wicked, half-grin that showed he was genuinely pleased. Not many had bothered too much with conversation after the first incident like that, but this guy... Well, needless to say, he already had more respect than half the others put together. "We've got a UNSC base that was somehow infiltrated by the damn Covies. No one knows how, so we're being sent to find out. The signals from that area went dead hours ago, so who knows what's there. That's why nobody's sending actual firefight groups, and us instead." Six shrugged nonchalantly, but in truth the whole thing seemed wrong to him. Well, I guess we'll find out.

[reachhasfallen-blog]

killerblond // reachhasfallen

[killerblond]

Clark Thompson—collectively know by his last name— practically sauntered in.  He already was suited up in his gear, helmet secured and concealing his identity. Was it a bit dramatic? Sure. Was it meant to be? Not really, it was just a personal preference. “No. I’m the janitor.” Despite his voice’s distortion and muffledness from the helmet, the blatant sarcasm was clearly evident. He sized the other up from behind his visor, eyes narrowing just a bit. Clark noted the name before switching into a much more business-like attitude almost immediately. “Thompson.”

[reachhasfallen-blog]

"Great. One of those," Six muttered, putting his own helmet on with a shake of his head. "Well, Thompson, better hope your smart mouth isn't your only asset, because we have a crapload of work to do and I guarantee it's not gonna help you here." The Spartan rolled his eyes and tossed him an Active Camo unit for his suit. "Recon. I'm sending your HUD the coordinates, then we're all set... I think."

[reachhasfallen-blog]

ahcrapitsnate // reachhasfallen

[ahcrapitsnate-deactivated201308]

Whatever possessed Nate to drive when he was so tired was beyond him, it’d been three days since he’d got more than a mere three hours sleep and he clearly wasn’t at his peek. Of course he wasn’t, he just hit a man due to his dulled senses, anyone else would have been able to stop and maybe have time to blare their horn at the guy. 

Slamming on the breaks, Nate’s eyes shot open, fumbling his seatbelt off, the thief swung the door open and ran to the victim of the accident. Crouching down, Nate slipped one arm under the other man’s and helped him up, “F-Fuck, I’m sorry, man! I- Yeah, I have no good excuse.”

[reachhasfallen-blog]

Six grunted in response and stood up with a bit of difficulty, but otherwise shrugged off the man's help with a sideways glance. "I'm fine, just... Watch where you're going next time." A few moments passed, and both the shock and pain had faded. If he had to thank the UNSC for anything, it would be the goddamn operation. If not for that, he'd probably be roadkill by now. 

But his slightly narrowed eyes softened once he'd taken a closer look at the man, and he realized it hadn't been his conscious decision to ram into him with the car. He wasn't in any state to be driving, walking, or anything else from what Six could tell. "When the hell was the last time you got a good sleep? Last year? You must have had one crazy week, dude." 

[hypergoomba-deactivated20171103]

SOMEONES ON MY BLOG GOTTA ACT NATURAL

[pvtrednat]

reachhasfallen answered your question: ((OK GUYS WHAT ARE THESE CALLED? ))

B-O-O-T

[reachhasfallen-blog]

//THAT'S WHAT TRUNK FEELS LIKE TO SAY

[pvtrednat]

churchxdirector replied to your post: ((OK GUYS WHAT ARE THESE CALLED? ))

Seriously though, I’ve never heard it otherwise described.

((apparently it’s the European word for a trunk, but six was using it and she lives in amurica >:T ))

[reachhasfallen-blog]

//NO NO NO 

IT'S BOOT

I PROMISE YOU

SEE BITCH THAT'S A BOOT CAN'T DENY THE PROOF JHAHAHAH

[ngaobera-archive-deactivated201]

Put a ♥ in my inbox if your muse is attracted to my muse. Send a ❥ if you want my muse's honest opinion of your muse.

[reachhasfallen-blog]

spartana024 replied to your post: [Hey hey so I’m gonna make a meet the mun vid...

WHY DO YOU THINK ANA IS AMAZING. -shot-

//FINE

GODFUCKINGDAMNIT I knew you would ask one of those urgh

[the-wayward-huntress-blog-blog]

A reminder: Just because our introduction thread died/got lost/was awkward/or boring doesn't mean I don't want to RP with you. It just means that some things don't need to be tied up all pretty at the end, and I'm okay with that. So please go ahead and jump back in any time you want with starters/reblogs/or asks. Thanks!

[reachhasfallen-blog]

[Hey hey so I'm gonna make a meet the mun vid soon DOn"T EVEN I KNOW IT;S LaTE ok so any and all questions would be much appreciated yep ok continue with your lives]

[joyousbubbles]

Send me a ♔ and my muse will tell you something they'd NEVER say to your face.

[fourthsurvivor-deactivated20150]

Another lost soul in Death’s domain? “Call me Agent HUNK.” The Alpha lead finally craned his head to catch a glimpse of the voice that dare approach him.

This visitor was quite tall for your average human. “I suppose you are…military? Correct?”

[reachhasfallen-blog]

"Nice to meet ya, HUNK. And yeah, you could say that." As he spoke, Six was trying to get a better look at the man, but the dark wasn't helping and his usually clear vision seemed to be failing him here.

"I heard an Agent in there somewhere... Who are you with?"

[reachhasfallen-blog]

killerblond // reachhasfallen

Six never wanted to resort to pacing. But apparently, his new partner had thought it just fine to be late on their first day, so here he was, stomping back and forth across the steel-grated floor with an expression of pure irritation nailed to his features. Needless to say, the Spartan wasn't used to this kind of situation, and certainly not one involving a mercenary. They always set him off, and usually turned out to be pretentious assholes who barely even talked to him. For both of their sakes, he hoped this one would end up different. 

After ten more minutes of contemplating whether or not to just leave, he bent to pick up his gear and return it to the armory. But as soon as he stood back up and turned around, the man-- or at least, he assumed it was him-- had literally popped up in the doorway, catching him off-guard. Six did his best to grit his teeth and smile, extending a hand.

"Name's Six. Are you the merc?"