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( uh oh... I’m being sucked back to dreamwidth... I miss the rpg’s over there so much... )

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          “Okay, but has anyone got some coffee?                                             I’m  d y i n g  for a cup here.”

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can someone please be proud of me like fuck I’m trying

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I will not die, I'll wait here for you I feel alive, when you're beside me I will not die, I'll wait here for you In my time of dying

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Send me a misconception you think people have about my character & I'll explain if it's true or not.

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PSA;;

you’re literally always ALWAYS 100% allowed to turn any meme i respond to into a thread. just make a new post, link back to the thread, and i’ll respond to it. me answering is already an invitation to plot something out, so even if you didn’t like my response or you want to do something else, plot something out with our characters, inbox/IM me, i’m definitely open for it.

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( whoops )

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Not maybe. /Definitely/. A lot. Very often.

Send “Maybe?” if your muse has thought of kissing mine

           “I should hope so.”

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Send “Maybe?” if your muse has thought of kissing mine

Even if it was only once for a split second!

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Wash allows his hand to be taken and meets York’s gaze as the other man begins to talk. He listens, and he’s pleased with what he hears. It’s a good apology, because York had made him both upset and worried. However, he can see it in the guy’s face and hear in his voice that he sincerely means what he’s saying.

That’s good enough for him.

          “Okay.”

He says simply, giving a soft nod. A sign that the apology has been accepted (but he will be less forgiving next time).

          “You can kiss me now.”

                                Aaand the playful facade falls away. Sincerity takes over York’s expression, genuine in it’s being. Reaching out, he takes Wash by the hand not to pull him closer, but just assure him that he’s there as something to hold onto.

                “I’m SORRY, Washington.                  I never meant to upset you, or make you worry,”

But the fact he HAS just proves how much Wash loves him, and he’ll never apologize for making THAT happen.

                                “Always intended to come back to you.                                  Nothin’s gonna keep me away.                                                           Promise.”

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i LOVE when ur kissing someone and they start smiling mid kiss

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                               “ IT’S YOUR CATCH,                                                                             ASSHOLE. ”

( Indie rvb RP blog for the best freelancer Agent New York )

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bold any fears which apply to your muse. italicize what makes them uncomfortable.

the dark.  fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched.

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           “I’m still trying to get over the fact that vampires are an actual thing.”

Wash admitted as Maine spoke, bringing one of his hands to his visor. He pressed a couple of fingers to it, like he could pinch the bridge of his nose through it if he tried really hard. Shaking his head, he lowered the arm holding the pistol finally.

He didn’t forgive Maine for what he’d done. But he didn’t consider him a danger any longer in this moment either, considering what he’d just seen. If Maine had wanted to, he could have easily killed him ten times over by now, and finished off the Reds and Blues too. Plus, a gun would probably do nothing to him anymore, anyway. Not that it really did in the past either, but still. He was even less susceptible now, Wash was sure.

But now, he’s not so sure of what to do or what to think. He’s at an utter loss, and ends up just kind of gazing over at Maine for several long moments, silent and tired. When he finally speaks again, the tiredness is evident in his tone.

          “What are you really here for then, Maine? Because I’m getting mixed messages.”

As Wash moves back he snaps his jaws clicked, teeth clicking together. A sigh is let out through his nose and he waits for some sort of reaction, anything to gauge what the other was going to do. Straightening back up, he continues to wait for something more than the simple ‘oh’. Waits for something, anything else. C’mon Wash, don’t freeze up. There you go.

“ I’m sorry, Wash. The jokes are long behind me this time..”

Shoulders raise in a shrug before his gaze adverts away. What would Wash think about it all? Would he hate him more than he already did- did he hate him? He raises a hand and runs it over his head, looking back to Washington again.

“It really isn’t that bad…I mean, the uh…whole blood thing is-…..gross.”

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( mature )

I don’t know, something actually useful? Acting like a real soldier is a thought that comes to mind in this particular moment.

[makes a fart noise with their mouth] You’re suuuper lame, Wash. If I can’t beat up Grif, what else am I supposed to do?

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          “Yes and...yes.”

So come on, York. Give him that apology so he can stop being mad and start sucking on your face. Because he really wants to do that second thing.

                           That thing with my tongue that you like???

       “I have to EARN it? I thought my being back might be reason enough.                                                   —If I say sorry, does that increase my chance?”

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When she said that he and his friends weren’t in any trouble, Wash certainly did rest easy. It almost lifted a visible weight off of his shoulders, and caused him to release a short, relieved sigh. Good, so they weren’t in for it. Maybe all the good they’d done since Freelancer had helped keep them from getting nailed for all the bad they’d done.

Relaxing his stance just a little bit, he nodded as Vale told him where Carolina was--he’d figured she’d be the one they’d really seriously talk with. She was more the leader than he was, ever since she’d came back. A position he’d given back to her gladly, though with some hesitation. But now...she knew how to handle the Reds and Blues better now, so it had been the right decision in the end.

“The MJOLNIR specs?” Wash repeated, confused as to how that was the first question she came at him with. Casting a glance down at his own armor, he then lifted his gaze back to the Spartan across the table from him and shook his head. “Sorry, I’m not sure. I always used to assume he’d been given them to recreate for un-augmented soldiers, but...”

BUT now he knew better. Obviously they’d been stolen somehow, he just...honestly had no idea how. It had never been one of their missions; the armor had always been there since they’d been inducted into the program, so it had to have been before that, somehow.

          “I don’t know how he got hold of it. Sorry. But I’m sure he didn’t                have the rights or the clearance to see them.”

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Of the troops picked up from Chorus, Washington, and the other, Carolina, seemed to be the ones in charge, Carolina seeming to be the groups defacto leader, with Washington as a second in command, although it seemed the Red Sergeant would have liked to believe he was the group leader.

Washington and Carolina were the ones to talk to.

Carolina was elsewhere on Infinity, speaking with Captain Thomas Lasky, Spartan Commander Sarah Palmer, and Spartan Jameson Locke, mostly on matters similar to the ones Vale was going to ask Washington. Why ask a Spartan to question a simulation trooper seemed like a bizarre decision, but Vale was one of their best options, due to her skills as a diplomat.

“A few things actually, don’t worry, you and you’re friends aren’t in any trouble, you can rest easy.” She put some pads and folders down on the table, most of them were files Vale had scraped together at the last minute from ONI files concerning the Simulation training bases spread across UNSC controlled space.

Simulation bases, and files pertaining to a certain rogue project group.

“Your companion, Carolina, is currently with my fireteam captain and the Captain Lasky, she’s explaining everything she can with regards to Project Freelancer.”

“How did you and you your project freelancer come by the specs for MJOLNIR armor? That is something kept secret, a carefully guarded secret, ONI ensured that, yet Doctor Leonard Church was able to seize design specifications for MJOLNIR, EVA, Rogue, and EOD armor, and reproduce it for use by regular soldiers.”