Okay I guess we're talking about one of my many alphabet team blorbos today
Rain
Rain (serial no. 62-09-32905)
she/her
At the size Alphabet Team and its parent PMC has reached, it helps to have a Spartan on board who excels at being more than just a weapon. Rain is a decisive, selfless, and dedicated leader, brought on board Alphabet Team as an external hire for her well-known leadership skills and mastery of small-team tactics. She's part of the "glue" Nyotatu-Lanhu is betting on to hold Alphabet Team together, turning them from a messy gang of rowdy corporate supersoldiers into a cohesive, hyper-competent titan of a team.
More than anything, Rain is defined by a tremendous sense of responsibility for those who choose to trust her. No matter the teammate, no matter the cost to herself, she takes it upon herself to get everyone out the other side in one piece. She's often the first to stand up for her teammates and the last one to back down; she wants her teammates to do their best, and she's well aware of how infectious her confidence can be.
Rain's status as a near-archetypal leader figure gives some people the idea that being a stoic, steely-eyed weapon is a full-time job she never clocks out of, so it's a surprise to many regular personnel just how much she likes to smile. Being among the more pragmatic and composed members of Alphabet Team doesn't stop Rain from being an affectionate ball of charisma around her friends; those close to her know to expect little shoulder punches and endearingly bad jokes from her when she's in a good mood, and the team's jokesters know she has enough sarcasm and dry wit to go toe to toe with any of them. As seriously as she takes being a leader, letting her hair down a little is something she will still allow herself when she can. It's the least she can do to take the edge off.
On the flip side, she takes her self-assigned responsibilities very seriously, and can come across as a hardass to the rest of Alphabet Team when they take what she sees as unnecessary risks. Her teammates don't seem to mind this, though; the more she does it, the more it's obvious she does it because she cares about them, and that care clearly runs a lot deeper than Rain is comfortable letting on. Like most other corporate Spartans, Rain has a hard time keeping her emotions under wraps, and even with her helmet on it's hard for her to hide what she's feeling.
Uncommonly among corporate Spartans, Rain's sense of duty to keep those around her safe extends to baseline humans; it doesn't matter if she's leading a fireteam of fellow Spartans or ordinary personnel, she remains just as selfless and supportive a teammate as ever. This has earned her a glowing reputation among the PMCs she's worked with, with Nyotatu-Lanhu's SPECWAR division adopting her as their unofficial mascot.
This popularity has always been a double-edged sword for Rain: she's deeply appreciative of the trust regular personnel place in her over other Spartans she sees as equally capable, but being surrounded by them quickly reminds her that she's just that– a Spartan– and is terribly out of her depth as anything other than a tactical asset to ordinary people. Her sociability falls apart in "normal" social situations, and she often ends up slipping away to return to her team.
As terrific a leader as Rain is, however, the things that earned her that reputation are the things that worry her teammates the most. Keeping others safe, shouldering burdens others can't, these are what Rain is for, what she's always been for, it is what and who she is, and she cannot fathom being anything else. Every injured teammate, every KIA report, every dead friend and fireteam in her past twists the knife in her heart a little deeper, each one a failure she knows she could have prevented if she just pushed herself harder.
It eats at her. It weighs on her. The foundations have been cracking for a while now, but she can't allow herself to fail again, not with people she's starting to really care about. She needs to make sure everyone is safe. She'll make sure everyone lives, she'll make sure everyone gets to go home.
Once skin to skin contact is made with SCP 963 (the good luck charm) the hosts soul is forced out of their body and replaced with Clementines. 12 hours after continuous contact with a host the will start to bond.
Throughout the first week “bonding” (the hosts body changing into Clementines) will run its course. It has been stated that it happens “way too quick, which causes it to be uncomfortable.”
Dr. Clementine refuses to leave his office/containment cell during the final two days because of the pain. Personnel that has have seen him during these moments say that he is stuck in bed, on his desk chair, or on the floor. He seems to be unable to move.
Once he has fully bonded, the amulet changes shape and colour. It becomes safe to touch, he can feel any physical contact.
How 963 works in part 2
Due to the crack 963 works slightly differently, not all of her features will come through and it’s much more of a struggle to gain consciousness when he gets a new host.
Because she is off her meds, she constantly tries to fix the necklace so she can get her original body back. She’ll stuff it with whatever she can find, however Clementine will then start to have a breakdown because she got herself dirty.
Hello lovely! I'm eyeing that wip list of yours and I gotta know about the heart of the sea one 👀 my eyeballs are always immediately drawn to anything sea-related
💜, @edge-ofnight
why, since you asked so kindly, i shall give you EXACTLY what you want <3
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Organization for Transformative Works
This is the result of me getting distracted while watching pirates of the carribean for the first time and going "huh, what if anakin was the sea, and he fell in love with obi-wan"
and here it is!!!! in all its somethingness (?) !!! i tried to embellish it as best as i could, i hope it's not too bad <3
He shuts his laptop quickly after bidding everybody good morning or night, wherever they are. There was a faint sound of laughter and clicking sounds from afar, and he had to lean closer to the wall to make sure what he was hearing.
“Go, go, go!”
The sound was getting louder and rowdier the more he listened to the voices. He had almost jumped from the sofa he was sitting on, his hands wildly rummaging through the papers around him. He found what he was looking for, then shoved it in his pockets making sure it was not on mute. Louis pulled his gray hoodie over him, then walked out of the room.
author's notes: Louis POV to me has always been the hardest to write coz the man is a mystery who also have his heart on his sleeves which makes him an enigma. this is what i thought of what happened before that chaotic show in Portland. and that night is a chaotic perfection.
