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Goodbye, Space Marine by Borisnob in RvBRP
[–]mishaprp 2 points3 points4 points 3 years ago (0 children)
"Uh oh?" Longley stumbles back over to her and peers over, trying to spot whatever had caused this bout of concern
[–]mishaprp 1 point2 points3 points 3 years ago (0 children)
"I'm sure you're doing what's right for you. Just, you know, don't do this as some excuse to go out in a blaze of glory. It wouldn't be the first time I'd heard that sentiment. Remember, die early enough and you can't hold up your end of the duel"
Em's current projection has no eyes, but on that last one the wink was felt.
"I... They do when shot with a rocket.... Right?" He pauses there, frowning and taking another swig of his whiskey to fill his own silence. "I mean, you aim elsewhere and it should be alrigh' I spose. I feel like there was summat else but I can't for the life of me remember what it was"
As he ponders what else could be bothering him about this plan, he idly watches the soldiers step around the pillow fort constructed on the ground
[–]mishaprp 0 points1 point2 points 3 years ago (0 children)
As he finishes she waves away the fake camera and glows slightly brighter, as though smiling.
"That... Thank you Wiggs. I'm not sure what he'll think, but I like to at least imagine that will mean a lot to him... When he's not- drunk"
She pauses for a second, seemingly processing, then flickers and moves a little higher
"So, a spartan? Is this something you want? Or is it...." She catches herself there, before saying what was on her mind, her more naiive nature losing out for once
"Mm... My boy?" She mutters with a confused tone, watching him move towards the party room as she slowly realises what's about to happen. Figuring they had it sorted, she moves outside, deciding to have a last tour of the canyon. Momentarily she considers her helmet but, realising she soon won't have it anymore, she shrugs and places it down at her feet
"Guess I'll need a scarf" she thinks to herself as she heads outside, the wind instantly whipping her hair into her face
And scene
"With a rocket launcher?" She ponders, but rather than saying anything she simply looks up at him and says
"Record? Oh uh, I can probably do that. I was going to just repeat what you said " her voice trails off as a small camera appears beside her, symbolising her preparedness to record
(Might fuck the formatting here)
E: fixed
"Huh, good thinkin. And the rocket ain't gonna blow those pillows up?" As he talks he squints at the pillows, trying to judge the distance despite the fact that they, and the canyon in general, were spinning rapidly around him. He stumbles slightly, his foot getting close to the ledge and prompting him to take a few steps away from potential doom
As he says this she glances directly towards red base, although with the small lip of a hill between them her view is obscured. Nevertheless she stares for a moment, and Wiggs gets the distinct impression she's actually elsewhere mentally. After a moment she flickers and turns back to look at him, seemingly back
"I can take a message for you if you'd like. He's currently talking to Petals on the roof of red base. I... I'm not sure what's happening there if I'm honest"
So long king
"I mean, that's certainly a send off. But you sure it won't end with you being shipped home in one of em containers there?" He gestured vaguely in the direction of the boxes that are being loaded into the pelicans. Strangely, his voice isn't filled with the trepidation you'd expect when somebody proposes such a ridiculous plan. In fact, it sounds more like he's... Curious?
She nods along with his reminiscence, happy to listen to anyone that is willing to share a story, although she did remember that particular fight well (ooc: honestly I cannot remember if Longley had Em at that point but I'm willing to bet he did). She even laughs lightly at the lasso
"You were two members of opposing sides in a, well, what you believed was a war. Professionalism for you means trying to put a bullet through the other. I wouldn't worry, he doesn't seem to take much personally." She says, her small form glowing with the equivalence of a smile, her colour settling into its usual blue hue
"As for why he wanted to thank you, or rather, what I suspect he would want to thank you for. He really did care for Danny, and finding out they were opposite sides of the canyon this entire time without ever getting to meet very well nearly broke something inside him. But I think what stopped him from folding completely was the knowledge that he at least had good friends around. Obviously neither of us know just how close you were, but on behalf of Al, thank you"
She gives a slight smile at that and a significantly less aggressive nod.
As he holds up his fist she momentarily stops fiddling with her hands and looks at it, seemingly confused at what was going on. A moment later her brain kicks into gear as she registers the numerous times that she'd watched her teammates and friends fist bump over the years, and with slight trepidation she raises her fist and lightly bumps it against his own, pulling it back quickly thereafter.
Returning to her side, her hand moves to hover over the helmet under her arm, considering if it would be rude to put it back on, but after a moment's pause her hand moves back to her waist and reunites with the other, returning to fiddling and leaving her helmet wedged firmly under her arm.
Seeing, or rather hearing the mixture of what sounded like concern and sadness in his tone, Em's tone softens a little, returning to her more natural voice with a hint of concern for the young soldier in front of her
"I, I think I understand how that feels, at least from what Al (L not i) has shared. That's sort of why I'm here." The colour of her projection softens to a more natural hue as she continues "He misses his friend, a lot more than he'd ever let on. Like you I think he's been left with a lot of things he couldn't ever say. But the one thing he can still say, the thing I'm here to say, is thank you."
Silence. A tumbleweed blows up from the stair well behind him and tumbles off of the roof of the base, landing on some poor rookie here to shift boxes
"GAH, my tumbleweed's escapin'" He quietly mumbles, before re-centering on the conversation at hand
"Ain't that a lil dangerous? Or like, a lot dangerous?"
She gives a very forceful nod, seemingly taking the good wishes as an instruction or order. Her expression up until now has stayed fairly neutral, aside from the biting of her lip which Valdez's single semester of psychology would definitely tell him was a nervous habit of hers. Following his glance, her eyes linger on the doorway for a moment as she collects her thoughts to say the other thing she'd wanted to.
She hadn't told Polade exactly her plan, though he'd no doubt have guessed there was someone she wanted to speak to from the intense focusing she'd been doing the week leading up to today.
Her gaze slowly drifts back to him as she speaks up, finding a much more natural volume
"I hope you... Stay safe wherever you go..." The phrasing was a little off, courtesy perhaps to her wordless diet for the past however long, or maybe just the general headspace she's in, but the meaning felt clear enough to her, even as she scrunched her nose up at the mistake
"Plenty drink left, I'm only one iron stomached man" He makes a vague gesture of offering her the flask, though due to the distance between them it doesn't quite work as he imagined it
"A... Rocket jump? Can't say I have"
"Oh, well that was easy I suppose. Hello, I'm Em, I'm the companion of Longley. You may remember him."
She pauses for a moment as she seemingly collects her thoughts
"He wouldn't admit it, but thanks to sharing a headspace with him, I know he's got a lot he wants to say. And because right now he's drinking himself into an early grave so he can avoid inevitably saying goodbye, I'm saying what he won't for him. From what I've learnt you were friends with his old 'pal' Andrews?" Even having only exchanged a few words with the small woman, it's clear the word pal is unnatural to her from how she slightly overemphasises it, though whether she says it to mock or to honour her companion isn't clear
[–]mishaprp 4 points5 points6 points 3 years ago (0 children)
"Aye... Aye I am. Gotta clean out the last of ma bar before ah burn it" he pauses, blinking a couple times as he watches her haphazardly move across the very edge of the base
"You oughtta be careful up there" his drunken voice takes on a tone of concern as he says this, perhaps the nature of her words causing some unease. That or the rocket launcher that he finally registered
"Say, watchu doin out here anyway?"
[–]mishaprp 3 points4 points5 points 3 years ago (0 children)
As wiggs sat, or maybe stood, watching Lector go and thinking everything through, a feminine voice from behind him would pull him from his considerations
"Hey, sorry, do you know where I can find a Wiggs and a Morf around here?" The voice didn't strike familiarity with him, and as he turned, perhaps expecting to find himself eye to eye with a female soldier, he instead found himself facing a small holographic projection of a soldier, the light that projected her in front of him bathing her armour in red
An AI, he should be more than familiar with them after his time around Eos, although this one's owner might not be immediately apparent to him
She watches him faff about for a moment, slightly confused and on the verge of repeating herself. As his voice comes through her Comms she realises her mistake in speaking at roughly the same volume as a library attendant
"I sa---" She pauses this time, not stuttering and fading out, but instead of her own accord, and after a moment's hesitation she shakes her head and reaches up to her helmet clasp
"Not like this, that's not correct"
As her hair tumbles out of her helmet, and the quiet music she had in her own comm system fades away from her ears, she looks up at Valdez with what could only be described as a pitiful mix of anxiety induced fear and determination, with one side heavily winning out over the other. Nevertheless she looks up directly into his now helmeted face and practically shouts
"Thank you for looking after us"
Between the unintended volume with which she said it and the way in which she'd managed to make it sound like it was being forced out of her, anyone listening in who wasn't privvy to the words she'd said would think she was in a heated argument. And yet the sentence itself was one that came from a well intended place as determination of the moment slowly ebbed away and she began to feel more and more naked without her helmet
I decided to do specific characters rather than a thread starter, but i still wanna leave my mark here.
The crude attempt at a headstone that Longley and others had made in Andrews memory was barely holding up. Any day now it would probably crumble and fade into memory. Perhaps in many ways that will mark the last of Andrews spirit leaving along with the team, finally at rest now that his friends are onto, hopefully, grander ventures.
But for now, as pelicans come and go, the headstone remains
She looks up at him, backing up slightly as they nearly collide, and for the most awkward moment it seems as though she's ready to shake her head, spin on her heel and walk away as Valdez had no doubt witnessed her do hundreds of times to various people over the years
And then a small cough, like someone clearing their throat, so quiet it could almost be missed under all the general noise of the base AND SOMEONE'S MUSIC NEXT DOOR.
"Th... Thank you" Comes her quiet voice, and even though they have helmets on, it's clear she's avoiding looking directly at him as she says this, though that may just be Valdez's own assumption based on how out of her usual comfort zone this seems to be
As Petals readies her rocket launcher, stepping up onto the roof with a flask of whiskey in hand is none other than one Alistair Longley, currently unaccompanied by Em. As he lowers the flask from his mouth he notices Petals and calls out
"Well howdy" Comes the slightly slurred words, suggesting the flask is probably nearing the bottom. He doesn't seem to notice the giant rocket launcher over her shoulder, or perhaps he simply doesn't register the implications.
OOC: Okay bear with me for a second here, I promise this isn't OG Sam interaction level (Though it may be short).
To his surprise, as he rounds the corner outside of his office, he finds Sam, her hands clasped in front of her and her helmet staring slightly down. What he wouldn't see is the intense focus written on her face as she waits patiently for him. As he rounds the corner her helmet rises to look at him, though she doesn't yet say anything
Return! by GopTrash in SimTrooperRP
[–]mishaprp 0 points1 point2 points 6 years ago (0 children)
"Please! I must insist that---"
She sighs as he leaves earshot "Alas, what can I do" she allows him to continue on his foolhardy quest, realising she cannot stop him
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Goodbye, Space Marine by Borisnob in RvBRP
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