#portpharaon

[vivatreginacassiopeia]

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Cass’ reaction when…-Accepting

Your muse sends mine a drunk and endearing text message in the middle of the night.

Cass was annoyed when she heard the small ping! of her datapad receiving a message. She opened the message, making sure it was not from a superior when she noted the name read as Porthos. She wanted to murder him for ruining her sleep when she noted the message was strangely, nice.

Cass read it over again, noting the spelling mistakes. He couldn’t have made those sober, could he? She smiled to herself and sent back a response.

[Text: The one musketeer] Thanks for the message, Sweetie. Make sure to drink a lot of water. You’re going to need it. ;D

Your muse just will NOT got the fuck to sleep and it’s 3AM.

Cass wished she could have gone to sleep two hours before hand. She had to get up at piss o’clock for training with Cepheus and Porthos, of all people, had been bothering her with a steady stream of bullshit. Her pad was dinging every five minutes. Finally she stood up, rolling out of bed and marching straight out and to where she figured Porthos’ bunk was, wailing her fist on the door over and over.

“Porthos, I swear to fuck! If you want to keep your nut sack, you will go the fuck to sleep and stop bothering my ass! Asshole shit fucker! I will fight you!”

[vivatreginacassiopeia]

@portpharaon 

The Blue team had left the hanger, minor fire fight. Cassiopeia was still dressed in her fencing clothing because she knew for a fact that her target wasn’t on the blue team. She gripped the item in her hand tightly, listening as her footsteps seemed to echo.

She rounded the corner when her sights fell upon that mohawk that she had grown to despise.  She quickened her pace, her focus right on him before she stopped, holding the foil out to him.

“You. Me. Hanger seven. You have five minutes to prepare. If you do not show, I will assume you are a coward. I will see you there.” She promptly turned on her heels, her braided hair swinging around. She stops and looks over her shoulder.

“Also, can you quit you sulking? My youngest brother sulked less than you are when he was seven.” She faces forward and marches off.

[littleorphanalice]

Give Me the Stars [AU]

@portpharaon Alice stood at ease from beside the door to the Normandy in full uniform, bright red hair pulled high and tight into a bun. She surveyed the crew they boarded, smiling and nodding a greeting to those finding their new home away from home. With the immediate threat of Saren neutralized, she was resuming her command of the Alliance ship. Still a Spectre, her missions - and by extension, all of theirs - could take them farther than a normal ship. At the moment, they had simple orders but Alice didn't expect it to last long. She waited until the last crewman boarded before entering and finding her way to Joker. With a hand on the back of his chair, she raised an eyebrow as she looked down to her favorite pilot. Not that she would tell him. "How's she looking, Joker?" "Good as ever, Commander. Everyone aboard?" "It would appear so. Let's give it a moment for everyone to settle into their places and I'll make the announcement." "Have you met the greenies?" he asked with a smirk. "Most, in passing at least. I'll make the rounds once we're in transit. It's about three hours out, I think." Joker nodded, the coordinates already displaying for him. A few minutes passed before Shepard took the comm. "Good morning everyone. Glad to have you aboard. This is your Commander speaking. I'll be coming around to personally introduce myself. We have a three hour transit to our destination. If you need some coffee, I'll see you in the mess. Shepard out." Joker saluted half-heartedly before Alice held her arms behind her back and made to branch out onto the ship.

[countdelaflu-blog]

"Will you be quiet for five seconds? You're going to make us late for training."

His mouth still open for being interrupted in the middle of a sentence, nothing came out while he processed the petition from his visible irritated navigator. This wasn’t the first time that someone asked him to shut up and probably wasn’t going to be the last, but it still made his chest feel like it was being stabbed by a thousand needles each time it happened.

“Yes. I’m sorry.”

And like the good child he was, he obeyed and quietly followed Porthos, doing his very best to not say anything else even if it was hard. It were in moments like these when he wondered why he couldn’t stop talking, and when he did, why the words kept floating inside of his mind like bees buzzing outside their hive. It was almost unbearable, really, but he had to learn to be less annoying because he really liked his navigator... and knowing that he was the reason why Porthos was mad made him feel really bad about himself.

[sylentee]

“I don’t care if my demands are silly, if you don’t do them, then your boss won’t be pleased if I suddenly got ‘injured’ under your watch."

         Erebus stared at the navigator with confusion tugging at the edges of his eyes. 

          Was this... was this some sort of roleplay? What boss? Was he talking about Bering? oh wait, he was under Hayden now, right? Or Cook? Fuck, he needed to remember the chain of command again... wait, was he going to hurt himself? 

          The navigator tilted his head, still taking in the odd threat before deciding the worst he could do is say no to this bizarre man. Small words flitted across the screen at his wrist and he shrugged it upwards into view.

         [What were your demands again? I didn’t hear.]

[vivatreginacassiopeia]

@portpharaon 

“. . .And then something wrapped around me. It was so dark and inky down below, I couldn’t even see the sun. The nightmare ended with me being unable to breathe and thus, drowning.”

“Euro, you haven’t told her yet?”

“Cass, if my Fighter knew I was spending four out of seven days on average having horrid nightmares, she would freak! She can’t know, not until I have an answer.”

“Go eat something. You have bridge shift soon and I know I can’t convince you to skip it. Just, take care of yourself, okay? You are a powerful goddess. You are Persephone, you are Artemis, you are every goddess they feared. You are the Nightmare Glacier of Jupiter, ice in your glare and fire in your soul. Nothing will ever take you down.Go. We’ll talk later, alright?  Be well, Europa.”

[silverseaoflight]

@portpharaon from % 

“She is also attempting to learn some French. Really, she is a very sweet woman. And the idea that we would p-possibly be an item.” Her face turned red. She brought the tablet up to try and hide her now redden face.

“She outranks me and she does have a brother you know. Just, don’t you have work to do?!”

[silverseaoflight]

" Was that a note from Lieutenant Valentina? What's it say?"

Luna had sat, lovingly rereading the note that the Fighter from the other ship had sent when Porthos scared her. She squawked, holding the datapad to her chest.

“Mon Dieu! Porthos! Do not sneak behind me! ” she cleared her throat.

“Fenrir” she made sure to put emphasis on the word, “was just making sure our crew was doing okay. No one trying to kill everyone again. Making sure our own Fighters were behaving. You know! ” she leans forward.

“Boring things! ”