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[She'd been taking a break from a workout... But in her room, she'd let her guard down, as she flipped through her journal. There was nothing in here to hurt her after all. And her Emile was off in another part of the apartment, playing. She figured the little Pokemon would be fine.
She heard a noise in the background, but at first she just figured the Cubone wanted to play and had found out how to open the door. Except it sounded different after a few moments. and it was getting closer. She looked over to see something strange. A deformed cat. Coming directly to her]
What the hell? [There's the sounds of the speaker scrambling to get away from the creature, though she's hesitating at shooting it because it could be just a freaky pet.] Get away from me.
[She's moving the get away quickly, but as fast as she moves, it's gone. And then it's on her again. As she heads to the door... Suddenly she sees the horrifying cat in front of the door. It's like it's playing with her... She turns quickly, only to find it in front of her again.] Go away.
[She might be a Spartan but the constant turns and inability to leave her room or get away is scaring her. And she doesn't have to armor benefits to aid... She'd taken it off. But for just a moment, her attention wavers, and the disgusting mutated monster cat is on her, reaching for her right arm.] Stop. What are you doing?
[No response as the cat touches her arm and the weight of the limb is gone. She reaches for the spot that the limb was at, afraid of what she'd find. Nothing more than a useless stump. And as quick as it arrived, the cat intruder is gone. Leaving a horrified Spartan, having trouble getting up from the the floor between the shock, confusion, and fear. Also, the lost right arm doesn't help. But she moves back toward the journal, speaking quietly.] Can anyone hear me?
She heard a noise in the background, but at first she just figured the Cubone wanted to play and had found out how to open the door. Except it sounded different after a few moments. and it was getting closer. She looked over to see something strange. A deformed cat. Coming directly to her]
What the hell? [There's the sounds of the speaker scrambling to get away from the creature, though she's hesitating at shooting it because it could be just a freaky pet.] Get away from me.
[She's moving the get away quickly, but as fast as she moves, it's gone. And then it's on her again. As she heads to the door... Suddenly she sees the horrifying cat in front of the door. It's like it's playing with her... She turns quickly, only to find it in front of her again.] Go away.
[She might be a Spartan but the constant turns and inability to leave her room or get away is scaring her. And she doesn't have to armor benefits to aid... She'd taken it off. But for just a moment, her attention wavers, and the disgusting mutated monster cat is on her, reaching for her right arm.] Stop. What are you doing?
[No response as the cat touches her arm and the weight of the limb is gone. She reaches for the spot that the limb was at, afraid of what she'd find. Nothing more than a useless stump. And as quick as it arrived, the cat intruder is gone. Leaving a horrified Spartan, having trouble getting up from the the floor between the shock, confusion, and fear. Also, the lost right arm doesn't help. But she moves back toward the journal, speaking quietly.] Can anyone hear me?
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It was just gone.
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[She listens, keeping motionless and waiting for indication from Six of what to do next. The creature sounds horrifying, in a way entirely different from the deep-seated burning hate towards the Covenant.]
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[She fixes on Six's face, and tries to shove her own, old fears out of the way. She reaches out to set a hand on Six's shoulder with a firm grip.]
You're okay. You're okay. We'll smoke the bastard out. Until then, I'll get started on a prosthetic.
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[Lowering he head] You don't need to do that... Though I appreciate it.
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You're team. You'll get what you need.
[She hefts a sigh, time to get started.] Have you talked to anyone else? The rest of the castle will be in danger until we find this thing.
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[lowering her head.] Understood, Two.
York... York was on the journal.
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[At this point she'd almost be more than willing to let others handle the hunt; she was worried for Six.]
Let's get you to the hangar.
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And if you insist... [She's still uneasy about the cat roaming...] If you see it, don't let it touch you.
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Do you want to get your armor on?
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[She'll help Six with whatever she needs, without beeing overbearing.]
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[Moving to her bed, where she'd left her armor. Not that she's asking for help, but it's difficult.]
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How do you feel about lasers?
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[She doesn't want to focus on Six's stump, but it's hard not to, especially when she's helping get the other woman in armor. She focuses on talking about arms and lasers instead.]
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Then again, never thought I'd need to.
[There's an uneasy look whenever ahe glances at what's left.]
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Yes. I can show you on the firing range, if you want to see it in action first?
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I know you don't really like it, but I can't leave it with a monster loose.
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It reminds me of an Unggoy.
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And it's much nicer to deal with than one of those things.
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[She resists the urge to add something about keep it away from me.]
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And try not to be too on edge. I don't want you shooting a Freelancer if one shows up. Carolina is planning too I think.