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savevoid2014-02-05 01:10 pm
thisisspartaaaaaaaan) wrote in savevoid2014-02-05 01:10 pm
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( it's a week of being terrible. )
CHARACTERS: master chief (thisisspartaaaaaaaan) and you (with others.)
DATE: 2/3 (Week #14, all week)
RATING: High R (M???)
SUMMARY: the master chief and being vengeful/murderous is not good for anyone. warnings for violence and character death. closed logs in comments.
day 1.
day 4-6.
starters for closed logs are in comment headings.
thisisspartaaaaaaaan) and you (with others.) DATE: 2/3 (Week #14, all week)
RATING: High R (M???)
SUMMARY: the master chief and being vengeful/murderous is not good for anyone. warnings for violence and character death. closed logs in comments.
day 1.
[he's sprinted as far out of the mist as he possibly could, screaming for cortana the entire way. it's not as if he's a quiet man by any means, he just chooses not to speak. he's around, searching what he can before he starts yelling for various people.
day 4-6.
[if you happen to stumble across him, he's acting a little odd. a little emotional. he's angry, though it never shows across his face, but he's always said that you never want to see a spartan when they're angry. regardless, he might look like he's still searching for people, and he is.
he's just searching for people.
to murder.
spartans are efficient because they're unemotional. lucky for you, emotion for them is an inefficiency. brute force replaces tactical thinking. target is the person, rather than focusing on what they're doing, he just wants them dead.]
starters for closed logs are in comment headings.
samuel 034 ☠ day ii
not again.
not ever again.
he hadn't had time to grab his gun this time around, the pieces of the armor still scattered he isn't prepared like he was on the ishimura. he runs in with only his combat knife and starts to whistle again as loud as he possibly can. sam would hear it, he had to.]
cortana ☠ day iv.
instead of finding people to save, he's angry. angry that in the end that he's saving people and it's to no avail. of course, this anger is misdirected but it's madness, what does one expect? so he tries to find the most important person to join him, that she always has to be there and he can't let her go.
he has to find cortana.
he tries the whistle, though her ears aren't as honed in as his spartan ones. so a simple call, desperate as he is to have her nearby. it's not for the best intentions.
ironically, it's raining. the first time that they had actually gotten a moment together was in the rain on the charon. it seems fitting, though he doesn't understand the significance of it. the rain isn't felt, even though it's freezing; he's a man with a mission.]
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So she steps out into the rain, looking around. Where is he?]
Chief!
[He'll hear her, at least. Or if it's Sam--which she doubts--they can at least get their bearings straight. This place is just such a mess it's insane.]
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he was angry at her for making him worry, for making him think that whatever was out there had gotten her or the children had murdered her too.]
Cortana. [there you are.]
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She's going to apologize for that, when this is over. For worrying him again. Right now, she just smiles. He's apparently in one piece, but...]
Hey. [She steps forward, relieved and not afraid to show it.] You okay?
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the idea makes him angry enough to step forward. would he break her neck to make it nice and slow or would he stab her and then walk away as she did to him?]
I'm fine. [you know that.] What's your status?
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sarah palmer ☠ day v. (chief - palmer - sam (?))
well, there are other reasons too. palmer represents change- when once the spartan iis were hidden in the shadows, only appearing when the office of naval intelligence or the navy told them to. now, the IIs are mere myth, forgotten or they represent a darker side to the war. he knew those looks when he met the IVs, like they pitied them (not the case, but it's how it goes when you're mad).
anger causes him to bristle, even as he stalks her movements from the shadows. it's either a strike now, or strike later. normally, it would be a strike later because it meant that he could do it with precision. instead, he waits for her and waits for the perfect moment to strike.]
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All the IV's had been soldiers before they'd been Spartans and they'd fought, bled and sacrificed just as much as the II's and everyone else in the UNSC.Thankfully, she wasn't aware of the hateful thoughts the Master Chief was harboring for her. But she did seem to sense the miasma radiating from the Spartan because she stopped in her tracks. Her head moved around more like that of an animal scenting the air than anything human. Dried blood coated the once proud Spartan's armor and that alone was sign enough that something wasn't quite right with Palmer.
Sarah would never allow armor to come to such a disgusting and pitiful state; no Spartan would. It was a matter of pride and practicality because dirty MJOLNIR could fail in the field and lead to dead Spartans. The IV's head continued to rove about in an almost hypnotic manner and she finally seemed to catch scent of the II because those not quite human eyes settled on the shadows John was currently skulking in unerringly.
She'd lost her helmet somewhere after Kirk had attacked her and just left it where it lay because it interfered with her ability to hunt and scent prey. Feral hunger touched the brunette's face because she knew that scent.
The animal part of Palmer's brain said he would be strong predator and a worthy convert. All of the Spartans would make capable converts. For the first time since she'd been changed, Palmer thought more in a strategic manner than that of a ravening hungry animal. Like called to like after all.]
day 1 in da mist
what he isn't accustomed to, however, is the sound of someone screaming themselves hoarse (how it must sound when he's drunk and angry!) for whom he assumes to be a woman, lost to one of the monsters of the mist most likely. after scaring off a particularly enterprising tentacle, Edward turns towards the screaming to listen, then runs in the direction of (if you haven't guessed it by now, Edward is a fucking fool) the shouting, only to see a man (or a sort of shaved Goliath) splitting through the mist. when the man's close enough to hear him, he shouts back to him: ]
Jaysus man, but you are loud! Is the roaring mad fit on you?
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it's the sound of someone bigger than cortana, and it isn't her breathing that he's got memorized. he stops screaming for her, only to welcome someone out of the mist. it's just not the person he was looking for you.]
It got you out. [don't question his methods.]
james t. kirk ☠ day vi.
he's in the middle of town, waiting for something to happen. actually he's just waiting for someone else to take it out on. chief doesn't go for small kills, he prefers the big ones that mean something.
he's just that much of an asshole.]
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It's the sight of Chief that puts a halt to his escape. That or the smell of blood. Or both, especially with how the Spartan is the one covered in the blood. There's something wrong with him. It's not hard to tell when someone's not right anymore, when something has gotten to them, in them. Jim isn't right anymore when the hunger takes over. There's been enough people he's run into at different stages of "off" for him to start telling the difference.
He sticks to the shadows, watch as a predator does. Part of him doesn't want to be anywhere near Chief right now, but his fascination and the scent of blood keeps him within watching distance.]
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Nor does she seem to notice any danger she may be in. She seems almost too casual, hands linked behind her back.]
Having fun?
[She looks around the area as she says it, as if searching out what or who he's targeting. She sees no one, even as her eyes go over where Kirk is hiding, but John...oh, he's good at seeing people. Especially when they don't want to be seen.]
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it'll be quick, maybe. he'd throw a knife to the back of his spine and handle it that way. or he'll choke him- emotion's made john picky and choosy.]
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What's happening?
He could stay quiet. No, he should stay quiet, but Cortana is just there.
But is she aware that he's just here? He feels as if she isn't. He feels uncertain about everything that's happening right now. That bothers him more than anything.]
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skipping to me with Setine's okay ouo
o7!
sherlock holmes ☠ day vii. (chief-cortana-sherlock)
but right now? he's a target. the man has proven to be a friend, but more important he's starting to ask questions. too many questions and he needs to be put in his place.
well, time to go sherlock hunting i'm terrible i don't know i'm sorry.]
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That stung enough to do something about.]
Go around and flank him. I'll keep him distracted.
[It isn't as if Sherlock's trained to detect and work with Spartans. This'll be almost too easy, she's sure.]
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It's not the kind of conclusion he's wanted to draw, not without any tangible evidence, not when he hasn't even figured out exactly what it is that's controlling the rifts (there's no way that they're random occurrences). But they're dropping, in the next instant, into an entirely new town.
The more time that passes, the more he can feel something nasty gnawing at the back of his mind, the very worst of his impulses compounding the shattered thoughts he's been suffering as a result of his relapse. He'd say he doesn't remember the last time he'd felt like this except he does — it'd been with Moran's capture, when he'd been so sure that he'd caught the man responsible for the death of the love of his life, when he'd been ready to kill in order to see justice brought.
It's similar, but this is— this is much, much worse.
He's walking down the street at a hurried pace, hands shoved into his pockets, when he first catches a glimpse of blue in his periphery. ]
C—
[ He pauses, rubs the heel of one hand into his eye. (Logic says that she is a friend, an ally. Logic also says that if she is suffering the same symptoms as the rest of the town's population, she won't be anymore, at least not until whatever this is wears off.) ]
Cortana?
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like cortana, john is suffering. suffering the itch that he can't scratch because that itch is an inflammation. it's something that he can't just deal with. had he been more able to control his emotions like he does fire arms it wouldn't have escalated like this. it didn't have to be like this at all.
instead, he's just waiting for her to give the signal.]
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you're free to skip me until i'm needed ouo
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go right ahead without me if you want~
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catherine halsey ☠ day vii. ☠ chief - cortana - sam - halsey ??
he sits with her, waiting for whatever she wants next. it's nice, in very morbid way, almost back to normal. she tells him an objective, they get it done and they move on to the next one. it's just ... unfortunate that it's people this time instead of hostile covenant.]
What next? [he asks in an almost impatient way, almost as if even his voice is twitching too.]
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Only this time there's an outlet. Recompense can be collected. What next? Who next. She 'hmms', thinking it over. Not the Keyes'. Poor innocent Jacob, caught up in things he didn't need to be in. Or poor Miranda, stuck fighting a war that never should have started. No, there's only one person who the blame belongs to. One person who just hasn't paid enough for all she did all those years ago.]
Catherine. She's earned it.
[Through the Spartans and through Cortana herself. This is just making things right.]
Day 4 (Closed to Chief and Jackson)
Outside the hotel, it's easier. Though now that he's out, he has a strong impulse to go back, even to the extent that he keeps looking up at it. He can see it right there.
Ignoring it, he turns to look at Jackson. ]
I don't like this. We're too exposed out here, we should go back inside.
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Why, so you can nap this whole thing away?
[ The hotel was nice, yeah, but Jackson's never been a big fan of COMPASS suppied housing in these places. It's sort of hit and miss with them, so he's gotten into the habit of not staying in them for too long.
That's about when they find themselves at a crossroads out in the city, and Jackson's glancing around, trying to think where to start. ]
Where've you looted already?
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still, it was a rather pleasant surprise to see the both of them. the fact that he's covered in blood (a sign of inefficiency spurned by emotion) and a combat knife. he'd write it off as killing some monsters here and there.]
What are you two doing here?
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Scott only stares. Even the hotel's infection goes out of his head for a moment, because this is a seriously weird way to be seeing Chief. ]
Looting. Or we were about to, we didn't actually start yet.
Chief, are you okay?
[ And it's weird to be asking that question of a Spartan, but still. ]
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