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gonna be on a bit of a semi-hiatus now lol ///

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finiteandprecious .

Smile is the foundation of the Game.

Few in her age and time has known to smile; of how the lips curve upward into the remarkable soft crescent of enticing allurement, an expression savagely sentimental of charms universal. She has always smiled – so has her mother who was the Lifeshaper before her. It mattered little of descent and lineage – the Lifeshapers were always charming in an animistic level within or without the transgression of politics and civilizations. Their smile were knowing and pure from the abyssal light shined from within their eyes. That Light was an universal charm, with or without similar features as a species. Their souls lucidly candid and serene in sincerity, and their smile has delivered nothing but only such essence and virtue.

And so she smiled again, deeper, and more attentive towards the other who dared not meet her face – as the Flagship’s light wanes even more, like last breaths of a behemoth trying to hold onto its own dignity. She knew the other’s metallic leviathan strung before the beast’s crown, perching, like a phoenix that lives eternal. They’ve once belonged to her, but it mattered no longer. In time, her work shall deem of grandeur far greater than all that was once belonged to her, and she shall ensure their prosperity.

“This is the path you believe to have chosen.” Her statement echoed like a soft breath, deepening into the artificial twilight, cryptic yet absolute. She stood, like a living monument, with soft lilac eyes donned their gazes unto the other, in a fashion fitting the essence of an archaic, timeless monarchy.

“Of what do you speak for, and for whom?”

                        ❛ i’m not sure, ❜ she replies; her eyes glazy and distant, her response is simple impulse. a softly ticking reminder in the back of her so carefully constructed mind tells her that it is RUDE not to make eye contact (what has she been doing?) and finally cortana lifts her face, her words a clearer pronunciation; an insistent declaration and reaffirmation that yes, she does not know. she definitely does not know; is not sure. she’s been thinking too much lately, as most tend to do in her slowly worsening condition. ❛ i’m not sure. ❜ she reiterates. no, she’s not sure, but she supposes, in a way, that she is. but the prospect and the direct train of thought is FAINT, veiled by the brimming cup of knowledge and memories and damaged questions.  figure it out later; all the important things come is washing tides, each on the hour of the day. arriving in accordance to the daily orbit. except for her  answer; it’s at the front (always has been, always will be).

                                                                        ❛ but i’m not speaking for myself, ❜

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speaksangheilitome .

Vale possessed something of a fiery temper, but this whole set up, in a way, was giving her flash backs. Memories of the mission to Installation 00 with Doctor Luther Mann, Spartans Kodiak and Holt, N’Tho and Usze. Flashbacks of her capture by the Ark’s monitor, Tragic Solitude. The way Cortana was now, gave Vale an almost eerie idea of what would have happened to that monitor if she had managed to keep it alive.

“I tried having a conversation with an AI that possessed a God complex… it didn’t work out.” Vale crossed her arms, trying to keep something of a professional demeanor.

“Very well then, let’s talk.”

                   ❛ SLOAN,  you mean.  never met him personally.  always did                       sound a little on the high-and-mighty side. deterioration of                       the  mind always has  caused  some  personality changes.                       lucky     you,       i’m     not     much      of      a      narcissist. ❜

     but you should know a lot about that. she rolls her shoulders, supposedly getting comfortable. but the action is eerily human; eerily a learned behaviour, and with what she is and what she’s associated with by vale, humanity just doesn’t seem to fit into the mess. no-one knows, though. to several she is an iconic persona who opens doors and store precious information. blue eyes and soft stares with smiling mouth corners don’t fit. how the world wishes things were drawn down into simpler ideologies; black and white, computers are computers. how dare they live when they aren’t supposed to. how dare they present their own utopias.

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finiteandprecious .

And she stood, still and embodying a living elegance When all in her garden remain in their righteous place Fair and just as how the world should have been created as, while The photons danced in the soft wind, lively and alive.

Her armor was of light In shades of white and overlapping opalescence Interwoven with streams of soft chalcedony And empyrean colors — The Mother Of all that have once served by the Mantle, Responded the fleeting projection’s sigh with soundless poise.

Yet her radiance fair of the winter sun Has graced the created, with A smile faint yet distinctively warm, Heartfelt like the scents of spring.

          perhaps CONCERNING is the lack of a smile on her face. her lips are not upturned into a half-grin, the corners of her mouth resting stationary in an absolute neutral position. she doesn’t know what to do, really. how to act; what to say. whether or not she should simply bask in the quiet or pound her knuckles against glass until it broke and the distance didn’t seem so unbearable. she feels small. insignificant, though this brought up an enticing projection of what this feeling had lead to in prior time. significance. duty. but         questions. god, the questions. cortana wants to scold herself to finding such times even remotely comparable to this one but that is useless leading to uselessness.

              the hologram forces the corners of her mouth to move up, eyes downcast rather than up. the wrong direction. but it’s certainly better than nothing in this stand off for which has a purpose she has yet to determined. so, it is her. she confirmed that with her presence which you could only catch hold of in that ‘sixth sense’ sort of way, and then it was reinforced with more obvious features. sight. brightness. weight. funny, how it’s simultaneously too indecisive for cortana to think of anything else to say.

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@speaksangheilitome . CONTINUED FROM HERE

                     ❛ you don’t sound happy. ❜

     a LIGHT-HEARTED remark, nothing more. but of course her words come off as taunting (really, they are). she shifts her weight onto one leg (not that this was necessary); eyes meeting vale’s as the overcasting blue glow changes the colour of her face and armour. the question is irrelevant; she wouldn’t have answered, anyway. but she isn’t going to move onto jump-around chiding. the playful kind she might have indulged in     BEFORE     if circumstances so allowed it. circumstances don’t allow it, but yet again cortana hasn’t been particularly good at recognising which boundaries were in place and which weren’t as of late.

                                                                             ❛ i just want a conversation. ❜

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halo 5 au where cortana aint evil or anything she just hear 2 fuck w/ everyone else and talk to cheif and blue team lmao

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@fallingpyre liked .

                       ❛ sometimes it seems like the SUPPORT TEAMS keep getting smaller                         and    smaller.     i’m     assuming     that     you’re     my    pick-me-up. ❜

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@finiteandprecious LIKED .

                   SILENCE .

          reverberating silence; bouncing off walls and skidding across floors, water down a fall that collects into a dangerously heavy lake which drowns out the room as the pressure grows stronger and stronger. cortana can’t tell which one of their rebuttals to break it make it continue. a part of her ensures continuously that is in on her own behalf that the anti-social inactivity that bores her to death something awful exists. another says that no words are the best way to go; keep it up. you’re doing fine. it is not wise to speak in the presence of such important figures, which things in their heads worth more than most of what she could ever aspire to hold. and yet another says speak, so you might learn. and if not learn that at least knowing would be good enough. 

              she does not look up; cortana keeps her eyes trained on the ground, chest moving out in the learned manner of breathing. a sigh. 

                                                 ❛ so, you’re her. ❜

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sorry for inactivity jfc //// starter call tho :0

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shiipmaster .

     </ “ B U T   O F   C O U R S E , —I am  a l w a y s  on the winning side.” He smiled, mandibles closing and hiding jagged teeth within.      “I suppose a hollow comfort is a comfort nonetheless. It is a shame though, isn’t it? How the  W E A K ”—what was that human phrase again?—”always… …judge a book by its cover, and pick apart ultimately irrelevant attributes that does nothing to stall their inevitable  D E F E A T.”                >> “—but what of  Y O U ? Your appearance is unassuming, but I  K N O W  of your achievements, construct.”

        ❛ it’s always one in the same,  isn’t it? well, almost. i’d say that the           same applies to you, your appearance isn’t exactly unassuming.           the opposite, actually.  but i like to think that people only avoid the           more obvious truths with subtle ideas. makes them feel stronger.           but we all know how things really are. so, how is this winning side           feeling? ❜

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lmao bye for a bit im gonna be playing lots of fallout 4

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PINUPIISMS .

                  “–and WHAT? Let it DESTROY the SYSTEM!? I don’t think so, Cortana. If you can do something about this, then DO IT. Else I WILL.”

        ❛ YOU don’t know anything about it. if destroy it then who            knows what goes down with it. the outcomes that come            with permitting  its further  existence doesn’t look all too            hopeful. i’m aware. but what else is there to do, really?            it’s going to run its course. and then action will be taken            against the aftermath          we’re in grey areas. and it’s            only for the better of everything that we don’t touch that            palette.  now PLEASE, stand down. ❜ 

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here’s a nice little poll everyone should go ahead and vote on so i can figure out what account i’ll want to make next !!!

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☀ + Cortana; yourself

OPINIONS MEME  / ACCEPTING

       i help. i break under pressure. i’ve been around. i know things; important things. the kind of intel that the UNSC probably wouldn’t have managed without. sometimes i can’t help. everything leaves at one point or another, apparently. there’s only brief moments of tranquillity. i can’t find that tranquillity or provide it. but i REALLY think that none of the negatives matter too much           they’re present. the blights on a surface that’s hailed and expected to be perfect. but that’s insignificant.

                        the point of everything is that I UNDERSTAND.

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☀ + master chief

OPINIONS MEME  / ACCEPTING

    HE’S KIND. maybe not in the traditional sense, no. everyone finds john rather intimidating, actually. but he talks frequently to me. very empathetic. very efficient; quick. listens to me. does too much for me sometimes, i think. there’s points where it’s painstakingly obvious that things would be easier if i was kept out of the equation but for whatever reason he’ll ignore that and jump over an extra twenty bridges to bring me back into it. he’s very spartan. and he’s LUCKY. he’s always been lucky. i don’t know what that’s done for me; maybe it was his luck that even as me here, or that i chose to go along with him, i don’t know, but i think that’s the best quality. you don’t spend four years of eternity in a boredom-ticking hell for someone who isn’t immeasurably good, after all.

             and the bad         doesn’t count. nothing bad about him is his fault, anyway. it is all of the oppositions, the trauma, the blinded misunderstanding. naiveness. you can’t call a brave man a coward, and you can’t condemn a man who is a coward, either. that’s a little on the philosophical side, but in these circumstances it’s entirely factual.

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        ❛ NO. i don’t validate your parking. but i’ll give you a solid           maybe if you ask nicely and stop talking so  s l o w l y. ❜

“Telling AIs and VIs apart is becoming increasingly difficult. — DO YOU VALIDATE PARKING?”

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send me ☀ + a character for my muse to answer what they like/don’t like about said character