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oathclad replied to your post: [kelly voice] what? I'm sorry? I can't hear you, shortie
Calm down, cupcake. I’m-- I’m not short. This is what perfection looks like.
Just means you’re a freak of nature being that freakin’ tall. Need me to put ya down?
Grand gestures of affection had never suited her. Well, perhaps a long time ago, when she was a different person altogether, maybe she would have been far better at expressing the depth of her care. She might have been a lot of things, had her life not become what it is. Kelly flips the burnished silver around in her palm in contemplating silence before gently approaching Aranea. "A fastener for your armour broke off," she begins, before extending her hand. "Use this."
Aranea was by no means one to wear her heart on her sleeve, but she was a lover all the same; she wasn’t simple and subtle, she was eager to dote, and laud her beloved dramatically. She was also one to be spontaneous, and rather than plan things meticulously in advance, she had, in some sense, intended for their day to proceed intuitively. When she senses a familiar presence (as Kelly was soft and silent like a cat), her lips twist into a smile, and she leans backwards so she might brush delicately against her towering girlfriend.
“You mean this?” Her smile becomes a smirk, and mischief flashes within the forest of her eyes. She tosses the broken tip aside and it hits the floor with a clack! Aranea reaches for the clasps of her greaves, yanking them undone with a practised hand, her barbed shoulder pads following suit. The rest of her armour clattered and joined the lone defect. Had she orchestrated this whole affair? One would never know. She bites her lip.“I’d rather use you.”
❛ carin` so much about comrades is one way to die quickly. ❜
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“ We have to make it there before the light fades. Why the hell would the Forerunners think a TIMED HARDLIGHT BRIDGE is the best thing to leave us? “ 1337 mutters scornfully, though the words directed at Kelly are lined with amusement. “ Although this won’t be a problem for you, will it? “
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“Now that’s not Federation armor I’m familiar with. You actually look more like Weavel than anyone else.”
Kelly is not wont to explain a lot of her actions; there are times where she does, when the action is logical, dictated by protocol, or something easily explainable with someone else's words. When it is something more sentimental (which she feels far more than she'd like to admit, let alone have anyone know), she has difficulty. So she opens and closes her mouth several times, each time seemingly even more at a loss than the last. " I think the group should get some rest. Go to a café. "
Jotaro’s expression remains characteristically vacant (not that he would know it) at the sudden, unexpected suggestion from the stand user he considered his equal in prolonged, introspective silences. Though their first encounter hadn’t been altogether pleasant, they had found a common sense of understanding in this quietude (although, his thoughts were a tempest in comparison), over the days they had travelled together. Apologies were not made, but nods and glances had largely sufficed, and exchanges since were usually of accord and single-minded. Jotaro shrugs. Whether she advised as much out of consideration, for herself, or for some ulterior motive, he could not quite decide.
“Didn’t have a good night’s sleep?” He inquires, his voice torn between derision and actual concern. “Anyone else need a stop?”
Pol.nareff, who had been unusually quiet, appeared to snap out his reverie and pounce, like a tiger sinking its teeth into his prey. Whatever was going through his mind, he didn’t initially know, nor care, though he couldn’t completely tune out the exalted gasps about girls and their curvy forms that followed suit. His grandfather, the rat bastard, had also joined in with some matter of enthusiasm.
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“ Come on, hang in there, you hear me? ” The desperate plea falls on deaf ears, her eyes vacant and staring into a void as someone pulls off her helmet. The idea of death was so welcome now, so comforting. She’s so tired of fighting. She’s so tired. It’s okay to close her eyes now, she thinks. There’s nothing left to do now, and she falls back into the darkness reaching for her.
– Only to jolt awake what feels like moments later, expecting to feel her organs leak out of her abdomen, but no such thing happens. Her vision is clear now, her ears functioning fully, her lungs expanding and contracting with regular, measured breaths. It was bizarre, and it shouldn’t be real, but she knows all at once that she is, for a fact and beyond a shadow of a doubt ALIVE. It’s only then that she notices Josuke in the corner of her eye, and she turns her head to look at him.
“ How? ” Her voice cracks – her throat was raw and dry. Not only that, but she’s tired, she realises. Her body is perfectly intact, but she is exhausted. “ What happened? ”
It wasn’t like he hadn’t expected -- or even prepared himself -- for the query, but there was still a nervous clench of teeth as he realised there was no simple way to explain how he had quite literally tugged on the wisps of the soul leaving her body and shoved it back in with unyielding concern. ( Given how readily she had been willing to sacrifice herself for him, he’d almost say unceremoniously, but his stand’s healing touch had always been gentle ). Of course, the thought of simply leaving her for dead to avoid raising suspicions about him never even crossed his mind. even if kelly were a complete stranger to him -- and she was not -- he wouldn’t have hesitated.
A nervous chuckle traversed the marine’s lips, his arm reaching to rub the back of his neck as he fidgeted in discomfort.
❝ It’s a long story, ❞ his eyes darted between her and the battlefield, ensuring nothing else crept up between them in the split-second he allowed her to come to her senses. luckily, as soon as all his attention had zeroed in on her at the urge of john’s cry, her team members closed in on the raging brute, giving him the cover and time necessary to give her immediate ministrations. ❝ I’m sorry I didn’t mention it earlier. It’s just ... too much to take in. ❞
He didn’t necessarily mean to lie. he couldn’t just bring it up in casual conversation; how would that go? that a form invisible to the naked eye -- to the eye of any non stand user -- inhabited his body, and was some sort of physical manifestation of his fighting spirit, and oh, by the way, it can heal any wound so long as the person wasn’t dead yet? Sounded a whole lot like overkill, like he was just flexing his muscles. Even if he could simply show her --
❝ Let’s just chalk it up to family genes for now, ‘kay? ❞ his eyes narrowed. ❝ I should thank you for saving me. This thing I can do -- it doesn’t work on me. I’d have been a goner. ❞ he gulped, biting his lower lip in fear.
❝ Just to be clear, I’m NOT encouraging you to just up and sacrifice yourself again, you hear? ❞ he added immediately, before straightening himself back up. It seemed like their nearby foes were down, and their nearby allies would be flocking to their side, along with their questions.
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Orders came directly from the top of VigilCorp. The chairman of the board wanted what was here and was offering Raifer plenty of incentive to get a job done right. This was a joint venture, and the UEG wasn't just going to allow some third-party in their business like this private military corporation without some assurance. He felt he could've handled fine on his own, no matter how unknown the enemy or territory.
Everyone so far here had been similarly enough to humanity of his own. Maybe less cybernetics, visible ones, anyway. Everyone still looked rather average, all shorter than he was. It did have him wonder, just how in the hell did they plan on keeping up with him around their colonies with regular human soldiers. They couldn't possibly keep up the pace, right?
The first destination was a forward operating base on some outer colony world where he was to deploy and reinforce UNSC troopers with "potentially" hostile militant rebels. Yeah, that's what the Australian prick piloting the condor had mentioned.
It wasn't too long of time spent sitting. The dropship's rear door lowered out as sunlight broke through the dark interior, and the sounds of yelling voices filled the silence, all competing to be heard. His boots made contact with dry, cracked desert ground. He looked to see the source of voices, and all were outside the base being kept back by recently set up walls and heavy duty fences. Right, potential militants.
Raifer got to walking, knowing he was an easy target at his stature around here. He glanced around behind his visor for whoever he was meant to report in with. The one to keep up with him. It wasn't long that in a sea of drab camouflage uniforms, he found someone a more stand-out blue set of armor.
Approaching from behind, he would give her a look over from helmet to boots. "Petty officer? Supposed to report in to you after arrival. Your bosses don't want me messin' round without you nearby, I'm guessin'."
