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@axiousx Chyler didn't know how to feel, she was only one of the survivors of CAMS and that terrified her. "Tom, I know it's not gonna be alright, but we have to keep strong. We were meant to survive." She said, grabbing hold of his hand. They were still clad in their armor and her tears cut steaks in the dirt that covered her face

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@axiousx

     It was strange for 1337, seeing other kids this way. Adults were significantly smaller than he and his Spartan brethren as they were, but other KIDS- they were TINY. It was bizarre! While 1337 hadn’t been conscripted like the rest, he still found it strange that there were normal, everyday kids out there. Kinds who weren’t training for anything, or if they did, it wasn’t half as rigorous as the training he’d endured. Now, 1337 had no CLUE as to the nature of the other youth’s abilities and did not doubt their merit, but he was incredibly curious of a more or less regular example of the humanity he might’ve otherwise had.

      It probably showed, as whenever he’d gone anywhere near the other youth his long neck would twist with the efforts to keep him in the Spartan’s sight until another would shift their body just so to let him know he was being weird. And now that he was literally standing beside the other after a large (teens included) briefing, he was actually close enough to initiate conversation. Or just stare curiously through his golden visor, because what is normal interaction with others? 

[darthvxd3r]

Choke me pls. Or fight me. Or both.

Everyone either wants me to choke them or fight them. Why doesn’t anyone just want to share some pie with the Sith Lord and talk about how fucking awful sand is.

[allthemxses]

AXIOUSX LIKED THIS ;; --- Starter. 

‘‘...Sir.” 

The olive-armored seemingly giant stepped into the bridge of the UNSC Infinity, his footsteps drawing attention from others working on the ship around him. 

The Legendary Spartan II.

Chief stopped right in front of one man that he had at least some history together-- Captain Thomas Lasky. 

“You wanted to see me?” 

His gravely deep voice, low in tone. 

[equusvenaticus-blog]

Send me 🎵 and I will put my music on shuffle.I will write a starter based on my favourite lyrics from the song it lands on. @axiousx

Something About Us - Daft Punk 

He held her in his arms, softly rubbing her back as he lifted her off the ground, burying his face in the crook her neck. These were the moments he enjoyed and wished that would never end. 

‘I need you more than anything in my life I want you more than anything in my life’

He held her for a few moments before setting her back on the ground, pulling away from her. He looked at her, his hand softly stroking her cheek as he stared at her. 

‘I'll miss you more than anyone in my life I love you more than anyone in my life’

[drtoaster]

@axiousx liked for a starter from Toaster

When it came to weapons, Toaster could be somewhat of a harsh critic. So upon the discovery that the UNSC had developed a railgun, Toaster of course began searching one out to examine and compare to his own Linear Motor Rifle.

The result in the end was a cyborg, a pile of components in various states disrepair, and a lot of muffled questioning noises and swearing. Clearly the ARC-920 was not doing much to impress the Cyborg, prompting murmurs such as ‘What the hell is with this capacity?’ and ‘Where the hell is the scope?’

Upon discovering he was being observed however, the Cyborg stopped, turning to look at the stranger and inspect them briefly. Upon noting that they seemed to be UNSC personell, he pointed at them. “You. UNSC. I got a question. Why is your railgun so shite?”

[equusvenaticus-blog]

Happy Belated Birthday Dill!! (PS You still fucking suck mate (^; )

// Thanks !! (PS SHUT UP M80 *wink wonk bby* ) 

[raifer-vayne]

@axiousx liked for a starter Sometimes Raifer questioned why he ever bothered to listen to a human, the majority of them were ignorant, not many willing to listen, even if it were something that could save lives. Sadly the officials of the UNSC could be those very people that the Demon hated, but he was no leader, no, he was a mercenary. Just someone getting paid a large sum to end a fight that wasn't even his own. Night had fallen, and it was raining, which was something that could bring positives, and negatives. The rain was loud enough to cover his footsteps, the darkness did help some in very slightly concealing his body, but traversing this large city would prove difficult with the large numbers of enemies, despite the positives he had on his side. Finally reaching his objective, which Raifer's objective had gone to complete shit. Originally, he was planned to catch up with a small squad of marines, which was something that was easy at first, but became increasingly harder as the day went on, which that day was over now. It was night, and the worst things happened at night. With his back against a barrier, the Mercenary sighed under his helmet, looking down to those that could have been useful allies, they could have been good fri- no, that couldn't enter his mind, he couldn't think of them like that. They may have once been fighters, honest soldiers like he was, but they were dead now, they weren't going to be friends, or even useful now. While having decent cover, the Devil decided to check on his ammunition count, which so far seemed to be decent. His once pristine white armor, was now blackened by ash, rubble of buildings, smoke, and the aftermath of several explosions. When he peeked over cover, he was looking at a transit station, neon lights, and enough covenant hostiles that would make his job a whole lot harder.