after she lands she dabs

ikora, after killing everyone in the crucible:

@adrenalsurge     

     with the recent events that had unfolded in New Mexico, RAINBOW had enlisted operators from the already existed CTUs that were in the joint coalition to form a CBRn unit, primarily consisting of operators from the already existing units within RAINBOW. 

       Smoke was known for getting into fights, not verbal but instead very physical fights. his personality calls for him to be actively seeking danger, seeing it as a way to entertain him, seeking thrills & feeling pleasure from the adrenaline being pumped through his veins. 

    it would seem that the british bulldog had bitten off more than he could chew, clearly outnumbered five-to-one, he was definitely beginning to feel the tear from his bruises, limbs becoming heavy & sluggish. that didn’t stop him, as it would seem that he had his fists raised, knuckles just grazing against his cheeks, getting ready to continue with the brawl. with what seemed to happen without him noticing, one of his comrades from the CBRn division had joined the fray, supposedly walking by the alley he had been fighting in. perhaps Finka had thought that it was a civilian who was in need of assistance? or did she figure out it was her fellow operator from the S.A.S who was spouting out British cusses along with his signature guttural rumble? 

     either way, James had already given the thugs a good beating by himself & now that he’s acknowledged the presence of Finka, who alone seems tougher than she looks, the thugs were having seconds guesses towards their decisions. With the courage of a warrior, she’d step in front of him, ready to take the next dance against the opposing forces. The man who seemed to be the ring leader of the thugs called his boys to walk away, claiming that they’d rather not go to the hospital & pay for the bills, backing off from the fight & taking the other thugs with him.

    eyeing the thugs as they flee’d from the fight, James would back himself down against a wall, slumping down into brick tiles, catching his breath & trying to relax. James shakes his head in relief, a quiet guttural chuckle rumbles through his battered & bruised rib-cage. 

deathless sentence prompts

His sight trailed over the other Hunter ( Truly a Hunter? I can’t feel their Light... ) as he slowly paced up to them, rifle slung across his back and jostling with each step he took. He was cautious, something was askew with this one. ( My Arc tells me that you’re different. )

He had gotten out of a close call from a duel with a Mind, the floor of the cavern scattered with Vex corpses with himself standing atop the large Minotaur’s body. Though what the stranger said had some relevance, this was an encounter that he had stumbled in on without knowledge of its presence, seeing how he didn’t know the Vex-inhabited bodies very well. ( I hate going to them. ) But nonetheless, he took it out, and now this other Hunter had appeared out of nowhere.

He glances back down at the dead Mind and gives a small shrug, something that says ‘I guess?’ to what the stranger had spoken to them. Kicks a rock off of it, and looks back up to them.

ஃ  ➡ a BLESSING // @theindexed

AT FIRST, his own expression is nothing but SURPRISE---...though this quickly morphs into a GLEEFUL grin, surprise subsiding to make way for EXCITEMENT---his smile is wide enough to match the one gabe wears, & only spreads wider at seeing such look upon opponent’s face.

THIS---this is what he’s good at. this is what he signed up for ; overcoming obstacles & bettering himself to be better for the PEOPLE---how many other candidates had told him he’d never bring down GABE ? how many had underestimated jack’s sheer DETERMINATION ? he had a 110% policy, & never gave anything LESS.

( after he cleans up, he’s going to swing by the mess hall & find a packet of ketchup to bring for schwartz---it should help get down the boot he promised to eat should jack ever beat gabe in a spar. )

PANTING BREATHS ease as the RUSHING BLOOD begins to settle. adrenaline ebbs, & the beginnings of muscle aches threaten to seep in ; taking a deep breath, jack then expels this as a LAUGH.

                                                                “ hang on, hang on--- ”

a palm lands on gabe’s chest as jack remains situated above his abdomen ; the action is meant to silence companion’s sassy remarks.

ஃ  ➡ sweet softness // @theindexed

chilled wind WHIPS past, inciting a SHIVER as it ghosts over bare flesh—but it’s SOOTHING, cooling skin previously heated by night terrors. this is his moment to BREATHE, standing over the edge of the roof of dilapidated shelter ; the world expands before him, stretched in limitless scene of earth & night sky, & it HUMBLES him. in the face of vast expanse, it’s easier to release constraints of his consciousness, letting the TRUTH of his singular existence fill the space. 

doesn’t matter how much CHANGE he’d headed, jack is still just ONE MAN, & the world has already moved BEYOND him—

                                                                                                     …except for ONE, it seems.

awareness collects back as arms encircle him, an action for which immediately inspires a smile, albeit a FAINT one. a hand comes to rest atop gabriel’s own, whilst the other arcs up & back some to trace fingers along the curve of companion’s jaw ;

                                                             “ is that a THREAT or a PROMISE ?”

SEE, threats only work as such if they’re something UNPLEASANT—there comes a raspy chuckle from graveled voice, but humor soon leaves the soldier in it’s entirety as he exhales a low HUM ; the mirth drains from him, & after a beat he tips his head BACK to lay skull against gabriel’s own shoulder ;

a hundred random starters

He stands en garde, Huckleberry at his side as he stares down… Whatever this corrupted Hive creature was. He was surprised that they could speak at all, considering how most Hive he encounters usually end up just shrieking at him right before try to get their grubby little claws on him.

Not this one, though. And his confusion on the aspect on why this thing wasn’t attacking him is the only reason Zara doesn’t have a sniper bullet drilled into their skull yet. Of course the words spoken are supposed to be spooky and ominous, as is with most Darkmongers he encounters who are unfortunate enough to be able to talk to him.

[12:30 PM] solo: I just watched uldrin get eaten by a squid anus on my break [12:30 PM] razgriz: l m a o [12:51 PM] solo: trying to get into destiny is SO HARD when everything is so meSSY [12:51 PM] razgriz: l m a o [12:51 PM] razgriz: SUFFER

“Simple. Ghosts go boo and demons are the creepy-crawlies Emily traded her soul to for a brand new personality.”