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She smiled and nodded. “I’d love that. Let’s go.” She walked towards the door, opening it for him. “After you.”
Sam nodded. "Thanks, Twilight." Already things were going to seem a little happier.
"So," he began, stepping out the door, "anything you've got planned?"
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"I —- I’m so sorry!”
One second? He was up.
The next second? He was on the floor.
At least it wasn't too bad. His helmet had taken the brunt of the impact force for him. He'd have a slight headache, sure, but he'd definitely taken worse.
"...Eh, I've taken worse blows from meaner things. Just try not to do it again." He sat up, the Death Mask he wore staring up at who knocked him over.
"Frankly, if you tore the door off of it and pointed it at something you intensely hated, would there be a difference?"
"Well, if it’s a microwave, we’d have to find a way to put the bad guys inside it, lock them in, and figure out how to turn it on." she commented.
"Turning it on being the hardest part I think."
"Which is why I said "tear the door off of it". Then you don't so much have a giant microwave as a massive microwave projector. And directed microwave weapons are horrendous."
"To quote Hamlet, act three, scene three, line ninety two, “no.”"
"You’re a charmer, aren’t ya?"
"The last line I expected when I popped the omni-tool was "Can I touch it?"
His arms were folded, the holographic orange gauntlet still active.
"I just decided to be funny for a change instead of going into the long, boring stuff about how this thing is thalf-neurally controlled."
All his big words just confused her. He must be an egghead. Charlie glanced up at him, a bewildered look on her face. Should she just pretend she understood him, or ask what he meant?
"Yeah, I’m confused. What’re you talking about?" This quickly escalated into a big ball of confusion. She assumed he was talking about science, but that didn’t help. She never paid attention in that class.
"Which is exactly the point. It might seem a bit anal, but no touchy glowy thingy."
He promptly held out his arm and stared at the omni-tool for a moment, wondering why it was even enabled. He then disabled it and took a look around.
You get caught trying to sneak around and the first thing you get asked is "can I touch it?" Eh. Beats interrogators.
"To quote Hamlet, act three, scene three, line ninety two, “no.”"
"You’re a charmer, aren’t ya?"
"The last line I expected when I popped the omni-tool was "Can I touch it?"
His arms were folded, the holographic orange gauntlet still active.
"I just decided to be funny for a change instead of going into the long, boring stuff about how this thing is thalf-neurally controlled."
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Send me your muse's reaction to finding mine buried under burning rubble, unconscious.
"Geoff’s House? I think I’m missing something here…"
He followed the trail of vision her eyes left, and resorted to falling onto his back with a quiet oof. Even then…
"Spartan-IV joke." she recovered quickly. "So… weapon of mass destruction or giant microwave oven?"
Okay, she was cracking jokes because she had no idea what she was doing at this point in time.
"Frankly, if you tore the door off of it and pointed it at something you intensely hated, would there be a difference?"
Sam nodded. “At least I’ve still got my armor - and hopefully, my weapons. Then again, considering I’ve been gone for a while… I honestly don’t know how effective any of them are gonna be.”
He began to compartmentalize. It was setting in that this was permanent. He had been isolated from everyone he had ever known - and everything he had cared about.
He would never see his friends again.
Again.
Something inside Sam’s heart opened.
It was not good.
"Do you want to take some time for yourself?" Ghost offered. "Explore the Tower on your own?"
It seemed like all Guardians had this problem when waking up again for the first time after a long time. Depression would settle in when they realize they were alone.
Sam stopped walking. He was quiet as he thought.
"...I don't know..." Ghost had him pegged; even his voice gave off the fact he was lost on a scale he couldn't even fathom. Displacement across space and time was not unusual for him; what was unusual was the permanence of this one. He would die in this City.
He'd lost what little friends he had.
Again.
He could not respond. He couldn't think, his adrenaline spiked as he looked around and fear filled his eyes as he realized this time he was truly alone, he wasn't even sure how he had died but he had and he'd been brought back to fight some war he hadn't even been a part of but all that mattered is that he was alone again-
He crumpled to his knees, tears overwhelming his eyes, hyperventilating. His biotics flared in an entirely unstable purplish-blue aura, the panic finally settling in and overwhelming him. The thought that he was N7 trained - he was made to survive scenarios like this - never once crossed his frazzled, close-to-obliterated psyche. He'd already lost his friends once, and he knew he couldn't take it again.
And what had just happened?
"Yes, it is an impressive and scary thought all at the same time." Palmer agreed with a nod. "But that’s why we’re here, if intimidation doesn’t work, impressive poweress will."
She placed her hands on her hips.
"So where are you from Soldier?"
"Yep. Shock and awe can definitely fuck the enemy's morale. I just wish the Reapers had morale in the first place."
He shifted on the balls of his feet, still looking somewhat relaxed around the SPARTAN. "None of this is going to make any sense, because I'm not exactly of this universe - hence the non-standard armor and weapons and the space magic I can show off at any time if needed. But I'm from Eden Prime - one of the first planets humankind colonized where I come from. It's located in the Exodus Cluster, buuuuuut I'm gonna need to pop a galaxy map to show where it is."
There was a second of silence before he idly quipped, "Good thing I have that app." Opening his omni-tool, he deftly swiped his fingers around it before extending his forearm.
An image of the galaxy popped up - tinted orange, but still viewable.
"Wait... what?" Sam stared at who should clearly be Eme. But wasn't. His conscious mind decided to take a holiday and he proceeded to stare into space.
Little fingers twisted together as the older and much taller man seemed to be confused at the sight of her. It worried the little girl to see someone like that by just looking at her.
A hesitant hand reached up and tugged very gently at the fabric of his uniform. “Mister? Are you okay? Was it something I did? Sorry!”
Sam blinked as he realized what was happening. Against what was seemingly all probability, Eme had been given amnesia and turned into a kid.
Alright. This is the hand I’ve been dealt. May as well work with it.
"No, sorry - just had a weird thought. Don’t worry about it."
The man said not worry but, that didn’t stop little brows to furrow over big brown eyes that still peered up at him. With fingers still gently hanging onto his uniform.
"Are you sure? If you’re not, I can go look for somebody to help, I guess. I’m fast."
He nodded. Invoking the will of an N7 - if slightly damaged, due to relatively recent events - he forced himself into a state of calmness. He had seen and done stranger - Commander Shepard being a child was easy.
"Yeah, I'm fine. N7 rank, gonna take a little more than a bad thought to knock me down, eh?"
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Sam shook his hand. His armored hand felt smooth, sort of like PVC piping if it were more flexible.
"Same here, Aiden. I figured someone would be coming - cameras fucking everywhere. Half a damn police state in this city."
Aiden glanced wearily at Sam’s hand. It was odd, very odd, needless to say. But a lot of characters in this city were a bit off so he didn’t question it. Instead, the vigilante nodded. A slight smirk given as he chuckled. "That’s the power of ctOS."
On closer inspection, even his hand seemed like the future. It appeared to be greaved in what looked like flexible armor - which would definitely provide slightly more protection in situations where it was needed.
"ctOS?" Sam was relatively confused, but the "OS" in the name allowed him to quickly put together the dots - he may not have been an Engineer, but he wasn't entirely tech-illiterate. "You mean all of those cameras are hooked up to a central processing system?"
"Shore leave," he responded. "I decided to head out for a bit of a walk, decided to do an impromptu patrol since I could. Not really putting that much effort into it, just relaxing while I can."
He paused for a moment. “That, and… my girlfriend is here. So yeah, that kinda explains itself, I hope?”
Shepard inclined her head and offered the man a small smile. “Fair enough. Though interesting, that an impromptu patrol is your choice for ‘relaxing.’” She made air-quotes with her fingers.
A soft hum reverberated from the Commander. “It does. More than shore leave on its own.” Her grin turned wry. “Making the best of your leave, I take it?”
"Hey. Patrol a low-conflict area. You get to walk around, take in the sights, fiddle with your HUD while you can, carry a gun, and not really put much effort into doing much beside destressing, yet still appear helpful. If something bad actually comes up, seeing an N7 approach is likely to send whoever it is running like hell. There are very few ways I lose by doing this."
He nodded. "Yep. Soon as I get off "duty" I'm gonna zip back home and make the best of what few hours I've got left. I've got a few hours left, and then it's back onto a ship to fight against more gibbering horrors from beyond the stars. Fun fun, eh?"
Sentence Meme sentences
"Are you crazy?”
"Are you even listening to me?"
"Are you even listening to yourself?"
"Are you sure they won’t find out?”
"Are you sure this is legal?”
"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
"Are you threatening me?"
"Be mine."
"Do I know you?"
"Do you love me?"
"Do you remember this?"
"Do you trust me?"
"Don’t go."
"Don’t let me die"
"Don’t look at me like that."
"Don’t make me beg.”
"Don’t you dare come near me!"
"Don’t you dare."
"Explain yourself."
"For you, I would _____"
"Give it back."
"Give me another chance."
"Have you ever even done this before?"
"How drunk are you right now?"
"I already regret this."
"I am not wearing that.”
"I can’t believe you missed that."
"I can’t do this anymore."
"I can’t even look at you."
"I could kill you!"
"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."
"I didn’t do it.""
"I didn’t know you could do that."
"I don’t want to look at you right now.”
"I guess this is goodbye.”
"I hate you."
"I have to go."
"I just want to cuddle."
"I know your secret.”
"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”
"I love you."
"I miss you so very much."
"I missed you."
"I need a drink."
"I need a hug."
"I never really loved you."
"I owe you."
"I think I broke it."
"I think I’m falling in love with you. "
"I think I’m forgetting something."
"I think it’s broken.”
"I trust you."
"I want to be yours."
"I want to try this thing I read in a book.”
"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."
"I’ll be there in five minutes.” ”This is really inappropriate.”
"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”
"I’m bad for you.”
"I’m dying."
"I’m going to be sick."
"I’m not speaking to you anymore."
"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."
"I’ve never heard that one before."
"If you stay quiet, no one will know.”
"Is that my shirt?"
"It was me"
"It’s so beautiful.”
"It’s time to choose.”
"Just five more minutes."
"Just go."
"Just leave me alone."
"Just let me die."
"Just relax."
"Just what did we do last night?"
"Kiss me you idiot."
"Kiss me."
"Make me."
"Marry me?"
"My Parents don’t know"
"My parents know.""
"Never again."
"Nh, don’t be so rough!"
"No, that can’t be my baby."
"No! You can’t die on me now!"
"Put it away.”
"Put your trousers on!"
"Put. The. Weapon. Down."
"Shut up and listen."
"Take responsibility."
"That isn’t mine."
"That looked easier on TV."
"That sounds painful."
"That was a bad plan."
"That’s mine!”
"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."
"They’re coming.”
"This seems familiar."
"This stays between us."
"Truth hurts, don’t it?"
"Want to hear a secret?"
"We need to talk."
"We’re moving too fast.”
"Well that was unexpected."
"What are we doing here?"
"What are you afraid of?"
"What are you touching?"
"What are you?"
"What do you need?"
"What happened to you?"
"What have I done this time?"
"What if someone catches us?”
"What sort of noise was that?”
"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"
"What were you thinking?"
"Where are my clothes?"
"Where did you find this?"
"Where do you even find this sort of thing?”
"Where were you?"
"Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”
"Why are you wearing that?"
"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."
"You could have died!”
"You could have killed someone!"
"You coward."
"You don’t need to be so gentle.”
"You drive me crazy!"
"You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”
"You lied to me!"
"You mean everything to me."
"You owe me."
"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"
"You’re all out of ____."
"You’re an idiot.”
"You’re bad for me.”
"You’re dead to me."
"You’re pregnant and It’s mine"
"You’re really good at this…”
"You’re so weird.""
"You’re under arrest."
"…pretty much everything."
It was his first time in the City - even with a helmet on it was clear from the way he glanced around that he was taking it in.
"You have been dead for quite some time." he hummed as he whizzed around Sam’s head. "It will take time to get used to everything."
Sam nodded. "At least I've still got my armor - and hopefully, my weapons. Then again, considering I've been gone for a while... I honestly don't know how effective any of them are gonna be."
He began to compartmentalize. It was setting in that this was permanent. He had been isolated from everyone he had ever known - and everything he had cared about.
He would never see his friends again.
Again.
Something inside Sam's heart opened.
It was not good.
"Guardian? What has you so fascinated?"
"...pretty much everything."
It was his first time in the City - even with a helmet on it was clear from the way he glanced around that he was taking it in.
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[She moves her hand to reveal the bullet wound,which seemed close to fresh.]
|☤| —— ❝Yeah,a wound.❞
Sam nodded, understanding the concept immediately.
"Yep. That was a stupid question."
|☤| —— ❝Can’t be too sure,I suppose. Wouldn’t want someone fakin’ it and blowin’ your head off.❞
He nodded. It wasn't really surprising that here, that sort of prospect was an active problem.
"At least if I take a bullet - someow - it'll be fixed fast."
He stared, slack-jawed.
His Death Mask dropped to the floor.
"…what the fuck…"
"I know the Forerunners like to build them big, but…"
Hands on her hips, neck craned as far back as it could go, she still couldn’t see the top of the damned thing.
"I think this puts Geoff’s House to shame."
"Geoff's House? I think I'm missing something here..."
He followed the trail of vision her eyes left, and resorted to falling onto his back with a quiet oof. Even then...
