Oct 30, 2015
3 words: "hunty hunter huntington"
Summarize my muse in 3 words.
[ You fucking geek ]
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3 words: "hunty hunter huntington"
Summarize my muse in 3 words.
[ You fucking geek ]
"Are you wearing my shirt?"
“...Oh, am I? My clothes are in the wash.”
"I never thought we'd end up like this."
“On the run from the regime that created us? Built us with the hope of Humanity riding so heavily upon our shoulders, while they sit back and watch us flap feebly towards the light like moths to a flame? I never thought this would happen either, Taggart.” The Spartan-III responds coolly, idly dragging the whetstone across the edge of her blade. The glimmer of the stars lurking within the metals depths. Reflected with only a fraction of the same brilliance. “We can only do what we’ve always done. Keep fighting.”
"Jump off a bridge!" "Well, I mean I was pushed out of a covenant ship in orbit of Reach, so a bridge is pretty small time." "*Frustrated Taggart Noises*"
“Especially because a bridge won’t have Covenant ships EXITING SLIPSPACE ALL AROUND ME.”
"Why did you do that?"
“...Draw all over your helmet? Unsure.Isn’t it cute though?”
foreign objects from her abdomen, he insistently tried to get her to sit, so he could administer bio foam. "Sit your ass down already Six. Let me patch you up before you go on a killing spree with your guts hanging out."
Akemi sits on her heels, stunned by the gaping hole in her stomach. Not from the pain, no. Spartan-IIIs were surprisingly resilient to pain. Or they just went into shock well enough that the pain simply did not register in her mind.She dropped her rifle, and wrapped her arms around herself, trying to hold everything together.Eyes massive, her visor depolarized, staring up at Taggart. Her chest heaved as she gasped for air. And her body began to tremble. “G-Gomen, nii-san--” Her voice is soft, a little whisper. But there’s something so foreign in it. She doesn’t sound like the Spartan filled with anger so well hidden beneath the surface. She sounds scared. Like a child. “I’m--....I’m not going to make it.”
to take the knife back as the elite's lifeless body slumped to the ground. His hand instead went for his belt, grabbing a bubble shield, activating it, and slamming it against the ground. He turned back to Six, who was instinctively ready to go on the assault, almost ignoring the soon to be fatal wound she had sustained. Taggart wasted no time in quickly yanking the crystal's from their entry holes, stopping only to yell out "Sorry!" so as to give her some sort of warning. After pulling the -
unmistakeable sound of crystal scraping against metal, then cutting through the air as a needler fired, but he did react to the static crackling of Six's shield's being fried, and then the scream of pain as 3 needles found their place in her abdomen. As she stumbled back from being shot in the gut, He quickly turned and set on the overzealous elite that was now charging her to finish the job. He unsheathed his knife and drove it into the underside of it's skull when it got to close, but didn't -