FREELANCER//.

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nickname: Alethea / Andy

real name:  UHHHH im in HIDING

zodiac: aquarius

height: 5′7

what time is it?: 12:21PM

favorite musician/group: i like so many artists tho mmm p!atd and elton john

favorite sports team: port powerrrr

other blogs: @evangeliisch​

do i get asks?: sometimes

how many blogs do i follow?: 119

any tumblr crushes?: yes but im babby and not gonna snitch myself

lucky number: 42

what am i wearing right now?: fresh prince of bel air shit and pink shorts

dream vacation: deadass going to japan like the weeb i am, i really wanna see the shining moon tokyo restaurant and the unicorn gundam

dream car: oof a mustang? or ford f100

favorite food: pork buns and mac n cheese

drink of choice: peach tea!!

languages: english

instruments: i remember the basics of flute but other than that? nah man

celebrity crushes?: oscar isaac

Until Luther starts hearing swearing over voice comms, he’s mostly concerned with how he’s probably going to need a new helmet after this. Thankfully the mission is just about wrapped up… but, less fortunately, 479er is apparently having some trouble getting into the airspace with the thunderstorm that’s encroaching on their position. He backs up from his cover to where she’s apparently having a panic attack.

“Let me see-” A round bounces off a thankfully-still-attached armour plate and he swears under his breath. “Give me cover!”

                      panic begins to set in, her breath catching in her throat and boiling up sharp pains in this stomach. she’s felt this before, but it was long ago, and she swore to never get herself stuck like this again. delaware wouldn’t have blamed the others for leaving her behind, after all, she was just a stupid girl stuck to a stupid robot, who cares! but she didn’t want to go to prison, where she knew she was bound to end up... but she had to keep calm. 

Quinn’s expression is pained; as if every word that Norma says is the equivalent to a tug from the proverbial pliers around the even more proverbial tooth. “And looking back, now, do you still think the two aren’t correlated?”

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   Despite great warning and previous encounters, the Dominion did not stop its actions. Continued tinkering with objects none could possibly begin to understand when those that may have taught how to use them, no longer existed, gone to tale and legend. It was only a matter of time before catastrophe hit, and even when it did, they moved forward. A cataclysm ripped apart one of the largest cities on the continent, spawned beasts of unimaginable horror, drove mad those who could hear the Anthem within, and it was not enough to end their tampering. 

   The unending need for control and power very well was a reason for the current predicament of their leader. With the help of those leveraged into submission, the Monitor has procured another relic in hopes that it will ease the storm long enough so that he may reach the Cenotaph again. 

   As fate would have it, he was delayed once more, though this time that setback is a one way ticket to a place unknown. Whisked away and sent unceremoniously through what appeared to be heaven and hell, left unsteady in unfamiliar lands. Stumbling forward in the same motion that had dragged him into the unknown the Monitor brings his shielding up to max, sweeping back his cloak and taking in his new surroundings. 

                               the freelancer was growing tired. she’d stopped fully responding to her cypher long ago, now just running on a slow and quiet auto-pilot as her javelin soared through the sky. the day was beautiful, truth be told, in another life, another day, she’d sit in the grass and stare at the clouds, free of the burden she carries and the weight of past mistakes, trying to rectify her bad name piece by piece. maybe she’d just been out here too long, anxiety ridding her of sleep, days passing as the hunt for dominion tracks lingered on and the number of people who needed her grew. 

                                questions hovered mindlessly in her brain, why they were so desperate for control, and why they thought it smart to gain it through destruction and the erasure of a safety net they’d spent so long building and setting down in place. it frustrates her, wandering off from where they’d camped to explore this strangely beautiful landscape she was surprised she’d never seen before. then again, you learn something new every day, and she was so used to the same beaten track... perhaps she’ll find herself lost; not that she would complain. 

It’s a sharp and quiet stare pinned on Norma, weighted like a heavy cloak as she listens to the other woman. But then, just barely, the corners of her mouth twitch – approving. “Good distinction. And also good of you to dig your heels in a little. Hold on to those traits in life. They’ll help you more than you think.

“Funny, that. Most that insist they’re not interesting usually got more than they’re letting on.” Her gaze drops to Norma’s hand, before meeting the woman’s eyes again. A brief smile, but then she sets the subject aside, nudging her chin towards the bar. “Tell you what. I’ll buy you a round – folks tend to blend in when they’re in pairs and packs. You can tell me what being a squire’s like until the heat’s off of you. Sound good?”