WELCOME TO THE H A L O UNIVERSE

Heard some important information on Twitter today, and thought I’d post it here for anyone who may not have heard it. This is actually a thing, devised by human rights organisation called Karma Nirvana.

Because we can’t all just put brains in jars to see how they tick.

♦ - HOARD - something that is precious to them ✿ - DECAY - an old memory, from childhood perhaps ⚔ - DUEL - a meeting or relationship that was important to them ♥ - STAKED - a jarring event, something that changed their life/outlook ∇ - TOMBSTONE - who they are versus who they appear to be ☼ - DAYSTAR - a secret they don’t want coming to light ☂ - THUNDERSTORM - a difficult or miserable time in their life ⚖ - SCALES - how well they balance their good and bad impulses ϟ - LIGHTNING - something they thought they’d left in the past, returned ☢ - BIOHAZARD - the most dangerous thing about them to others ♬ - DIRGE - a habit, hobby, or obsession they can’t seem to shake ■ - LAIR - where they live, work, or spend most of their time ☠ - DEATH - the closest it’s come to touching their life

Almost curiously, she followed along a half-step behind him, but it wasn’t the familiar-looking food that had her attention. If he wanted the usual fare, well, she wasn’t going to argue, but so long as she was away from that God-forsaken ship, well… she wanted something else.

As they waited, Grace chanced a look around, discreetly studying the vendors around them. All of them were hawking something - from various types of food (some that looked more edible than others,) to trinkets, jewelry, and colorful garments, and one seller that she could see was even surrounded by live animals of some sort, but she wasn’t close enough to get a good look.

Not that she ever would have entertained the notion of bringing another living thing back to that waking nightmare, but… it would be nice to satiate her curiosity, at least.

…maybe later…

When it was finally their turn to be served, Grace quietly indicated her interest in a papery “basket” of some kind of fried meat skewers, while her erstwhile companion made his selection…

It was absolutely amazing to say the least--

They could enjoy this planet and see what it’d offer them. And what it could offer was absolutely grand. Chief definitely made a mental note of his leaders’ getting a grand gift of sorts ; Jisris didn’t have to do this for either of them... it had out of his good heart. 

Of course, they had been giving a ‘credit card’ sort of thing to use... 

1077′s eyes scanned the selection, observing all the sort of different things. He eyed what Grace had and decided to pick that out as well.

‘‘Looks good... You got the Card?’‘

‘‘Uh… sir?’‘ 

“That’s right, its linked to sadness John. I….understand emotions are something you push aside. But you /can/ deal with them. But, like with everything, it takes time to heal. I can’t say I’ve gone through something like you with loss. But I’m here for you John, always.” Thomas’s voice was softer, and the man reached out and lightly patted the others arm. It wasn’t often he came to him with this stuff, but he was glad he did. It wasn’t hard to see that Lasky had a lot of respect for him.

“And I think mostly everyone on this ship is shorter than you. But at least I get a nickname, makes me feel better.” Lasky chuckles softly, somewhat wondering what expressions the other was using. Or if he even uses them at all. He looked back at him, raising a brow, a little surprised at his question.

“Well. There isn’t much people who call me that, but there are some. Mostly the other asshole Captains if I’m being honest. And one of my men, but he kinda has his hood days. James isn’t that all bad.”

...What were the use of emotions? The thought immediately went across his mind. As a soldier, you only.. DID. But loss.... It was something that seemed to affect John more than others. A lingering presence, all the matter in back of his mind. Something... he wasn’t able to let go as easily as some others could. 

Chief’s helmet moved slightly towards Lasky upon hearing that bit. Cort-- no, it was too painful for her name... The blue haired woman... 

She had said that to him quite a few times. She’d be there for him. 

That made his stomach flop into itself upon thinking that. 

‘‘Sir...’‘ It was a softer reply, as opposed to his usual monotonous voice. ‘‘I.... okay.’‘ Pretty dumb response, but he couldn’t form the proper words or feelings. Lasky was like C-- her. 

‘’You’re... like her.’’