Would you like to blow it up with me?

I’m not exactly in a nice mood. Ever. Not when it comes to this guy.

Friend.. maybe he wants to be friends with you without you killing him friend..

Me: I don’t get it. *Grabs the bullet* AND I’M BATMAN!

Me: That’s not nice. *Uses magic to change all his weapons into flowers*

Me: *Kicks with steel boot.*

Me: *Your steel boot are now flowers*

*Uses flowers to develop a poison.*

Friend.. What the fuck are you doing? Are you trying to kill someone! Its not fucking nice!

The Promethean became increasingly worried. She backed away slowly. She didn't want to become the problem of the two Humans that she stood before. "I am part of a race known as Forerunner...I came here because I need you to be aware of what will come forth as the Reclamation. The words that I will speak may or will seem irrational to you, but if you allow me to explain thoroughly, this information will be of great use."

"Can you make it quick? I've got to get back to defending this bridge."

"A Peacekeeper I gaze upon," the Promethean muttered. Sun saw a human adorned with a helmet and somewhat typical human military uniform. Over the upper part of the Peacekeeper, a black vest hugged that area. “Delicately threatening…”

"Not so threatening.."

"She's a... what are you?" He asked holding his Flawket Launcher.

"Lost my way…" The freelancer admitted. "Could you help?" She was frustrated..finally losing her sense in direction. "I’m Missouri. If codenames are important."

"There not really. Agent Dev of the Agency." He looked at the woman. He said pointing to the large tower behind him. "Missouri right? Your at Pacific City."

"We can always come back from the dead.."

"Uhh yeah.. I can pick up a tank.."

"Oh now that makes more sense," Joe responded.  Well, aside from the “Vehicle designs” part… he added mentally.  He just assumed that he meant the entire vehicle, and not just the design specs.  ”I’m assuming these dead soldiers weren’t Agents like you? Can’t really see guys like you being taken down by baseline human terrorists.  Hell, even IVs like myself can handle your average terrorist, and we aren’t nearly as augmented as you are.”

"We can always come back from the dead.."

"Uhh.. no.. they never entered Agency tower. They stole each piece of tech from dead soldiers."

He took out two weapons, One was a Flocket Launcher and the other was a Homing Launcher. "There's a lot more.. Miniguns.. Sniper Rifles.. Rifles.. Explosives.. vehicle designs. As well.. the cloning machine blew up when I was created. Is that a Tank?" He said going over to the Scorpion. The Agent then picked it up without a care.

"There like.. zombies.. and the Cell is like a Terrorist group.. stole to many damned weapons from us." He replied. "I'm like a.. one man army.. since I'm a clone."

Reblog if you've ever yelled at a book.

I will never trust pink again

Dammit Rick…

Agent Dev then looked at the other. “… Agent Dev. I was born February Third.” He said holding a Cluster Grenade.

"I'm Agent Dev of the Agency. I protect the people of Agency city from harm of the Freak threat." He placed the grenade back on his side. Even though the Cluster grenade would blow this entire room to shit with a rocket launcher on a friday night.

Hello Friend..

Joe looked at the man before him.  Obviously not UNSC, judging by his gear, but clearly human.  Not Innie either.  Joe didn’t know what to think of the guy, so one of his hands was unconsciously going for one of his weapons.  ”Heya,” Joe said.  ”Who might you be?”

Agent Dev then looked at the other. "... Agent Dev. I was born February Third." He said holding a Cluster Grenade.