Axel waited, eyes on the wall behind Spartan 116. His jaw flexed slightly out of nervousness. After Raevynn has finally answered, he slowly let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Mostly successful at hiding a very faint smile at her response, his eyes returned to her, though the unbound movement of the implant within caused an unsettling appearance. “No sarcasm Rae…” He said, this time the cold tone creeped out of his voice. “I always try to mean what I say, whether it’s pleasant or not.”
He took a step forward and reached out with both hands, moving as to appear unthreatening. Gently, he let his fingertips trace over the composition of her face. His expression changed slightly, betraying the concentration in what should have been such a simple task. It looked like he was trying to hide another smile, but he masked it with what appeared to be experienced skill. “Sorry…” He said. “I know this must seem strange to you but it’s the only way I can learn the finer details of someone’s appearance.”
Steadily, he formed an image of what she looked like in his mind, interpreting a sense of touch into the as of yet still powerful sense of sight. He stopped after a moment, and took a step back. He did know how tall she was, and what the uniform she wore look like. “No sarcasm.” He said, shaking his head. “You look nice.”
There was a short pause. Time to answer her question. “I came to talk about us.” He said, most of his strict tone returning. “Myself, and the Spartan IIIs. Considering your position, and the limited time I have, I felt you were the person I should talk to.” He stepped back and to the side, standing with his back parallel to the wall allowing her to pass. “If you don’t want to, and would prefer to choose not to… I can understand.”
Abbra folded her arms in, trying to remember the last time the two had spoken. It wasn’t exactly relevant though. There was no time for tension, the group was a little to small for that. "I think your suits a little too small." She said, comically arching an eyebrow to examine his outfit. It wasn't his fault though; he was just so big... Abbra had to look up to catch a glance at his face.
"You hear somebody coming?" She asked glancing over her shoulder and down the hall. It was quite possible, if she wasn't mistaken most people were going to the funeral. Probably people would think it was down right unnatural if they didn't. They were family. Not showing up would be like almost like an insult. As if they weren’t worth honoring. What was worse was that she also had to bare in mind that this would just be the beginning of many funerals she would be attending. That is, if she survived. It wasn’t if she was lucky, because by no means are you lucky if you have to experience the death of somebody you love. Even if it means that you yourself live. Besides, Abbra was not afraid of dying. She never had been, it was never being able to say goodbye that struck cords.
Deuce had been wandering around the hallways for close to half an hour before he found where the funeral was being held. Before he ventured inside he began to think about all of the time he had spent with the other Spartan III's in the service. "I don't know a lot of them personally but they are my family now. I have to be strong to support them.." Looking up from the ground he noticed he had nearly completely zoned out. Shaking his head he quickly took a seat but decided to stand in honor of the fallen comrades. Deuce gave a quick salute and stood at attention to show his sorrow for the dead. "They may have gone.. but their memeries and personalities will always be with us.."
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Raevynn nearly flinched at the cold feeling of Axels touch. As his finger tips traced over her features, she felt an overwhelming surge of emotions whirl in the pit of her chest. Tears began to well up in her eyes, and she struggled to fight them back.
Eventually he stepped away from her and she blinked hard, overcoming her emotions and ridding her eyes of the tears before they could fall. Before this moment, she considered Axel to be indifferent. Something nonhuman in a sense. But his touch had reminded her that he was still very much a part of them, and no matter what he had done or said in the past would ever give her the right to reject him.
Raevynn stepped past axel, stopping for a moment to speak to him. "Of course I'd like to talk. It's been a long time, Axel."
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[I'm reposting.]
As Parker went to leave, he looked himself over once more. "I'm leaving you here in the holoprojector that was built in the dorm. I don't want to hear your snappy remarks at the funeral, it's bad form. Don't fall asleep in there." Parker carefully took Alavaka out of his slot and placed him inside the holoprojector. And with that, he left the dorm.
As his door slid closed, he began making a slow walk towards where the funeral was being held. He was still recovering from the last effects of the Capture The Flag game. He just needed to take it slow for a little until his body was fully able to walk properly. It reminded him of being an old man, but without the cane. He smiled slightly at it and continued walking as some Spartans passed him, giving him a slid nod and a smile, or a glare of hatred.
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Should I? Could I?
Abbra raised her eyebrows at the peculiar question. Her eyes, resembling to chips of sky blue ice wandered to the ground. “Hmmm.” She muttered, listening to the sound of her footsteps for a moment contemplating her answer. “In all seriousness…No.”
“I mean - not if you don’t want there to be. I am a firm believer in making your own destiny. Of coarse some of us will not survive. That’s the bitter sweet aspect of our existence as Spartans; many of us are doomed to a similar fate. Nobody here is invincible.” She peered up at him, wondering if she was giving the wrong type of answer. Clearing her throat, her eyes flickered back down feeling uncomfortably stiff.
“But with great power comes great responsibility and great expectations. We are expected to kill; it’s literally what’s shaped us all these years. To be the best solider this world has ever seen. That is our existence. But it doesn’t have to be the only bearing of it. Does that answer your question?”
(( My apologies for the delay. I had my reasons. ))
Axel's expression softened ever so slightly, a change only a well trained specialist would see, or perhaps someone who knew him well enough. As Spartan 116, Raevynn, stepped past deciding to let him speak Axel steppep up to walk beside her, but said nothing for several long moments. "I..." He hesitated, unsure of how he could say this. "I'm sorry. For the way I've treated the Spartans here at Reach." His words no longer carried the over confident tone they usually did. Apologizing was something Axel could almost never do. Especially when it came to something like this.
"I know it's not much of an excuse for what I did, but you and the others should know I acted like I did out of a lack of respect. Not for you... Or you're Spartans, but for myself. I was always raised to be a leader, to teach the soldiers of Onyx to be strong, but Ackerson never really did learn how to show that to me. I can’t really blame it on other people though… I am a Spartan, I guess I wasn’t good enough. Leadership isn’t my field of expertise.” He stopped. “There are so many things I have to say, but I don’t want to take up your time. I guess I’ll say it’s a result of the life I’ve been put through and my inability to cope with it. I’m here to tell you that I’m sorry, for everything. And I’m here to ask you to let me work at making up for it, and let me earn your forgiveness. I'm telling you this because you're the best person to talk to... I can let the others know with my actions.”
He stopped at the next doorway they’d come too, as it lead to where the funeral was being held. Remembering her earlier comment, he stopped. “Rae.” He held out his hand for her to shake. “You’re the oldest sister in a family that has no parents. Let me be part of my family again. Please.”
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And then the ****ing world exploded because God had to fart and he's a jerkass so be put a lighter to his ass and fried the universe except for the black people they're cool and they survived armageddon. White power! Then everyone bought pink jeans with sparkles and it was so coool...
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Alright. I'm gonna have to read the last few posts first.
But if my memory serves, we were getting ready to start our first real mission. So from now on, I think we should all brainstorm ideas for future missions. That way the RP can continue to move even if I'm away.
Is the OOC thread still around?
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