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send me "be honest..." with a question your muse has been dying to ask mine and they'll answer truthfully.

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2300 Hours May 24th 2544 military calendar Camp Currahee Barracks Planet Onyx://

Lucy shifted around on her bunk, staring at the dimly lit ceiling. The orders were clear. Team after team were called, and she hasn't seen any of them come back. It was only then the trainee realized how much she missed the noise. The various hushed arguments and snores were replaced with a looming nothing. She reached up for the hundreth time, running a small finger against her bare scalp. It felt like forever ago when she had locks to twist and curl around. It was almost hazy. Tom-B292 had been called a while ago. A reassuring glance was given to her.

He was going to be back soon, right?

Lucy shook her head quickly, trying to banish the thought. Of course, he was coming back. He had to. Adam-B004 made a quiet exit staring straight ahead without a word. That made her uneasy. Adam's unique ability to always scowl is something she had gotten used to. And yet.. slowly, she swung her legs to the side. Boot covered feet made a small sound as she sat herself up with a sigh. They were okay. They had to be. Her foot tapped as she shifted around uneasily. It'll be okay. They are all going to be Spartans together and fight the covvie bastards that took away their everything.

She quickly rose to her feet as artificial light streamed into the room as the metal doors hissed open. "Trainee B091!" Lucy clammored to the doorway, her eyes squinting as she tried to see just who had come for her. She had wanted to say something to her teammate who sat with his knees to his chest, but she stopped herself. "Here! I'm here." Time to be a Spartan.

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a comprehensive list of scenarios

feel free to combine multiple prompts or add  “ + reverse ”  to switch roles !   for reference, the one sending in the prompt is the one committing the action.

1.  GUEST :  for one muse to offer the other a place to stay. 2.  STORM :  for both muses to find shelter from a severe storm. 3.  MEDIC :  for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep injured. 4.  SURPRISE :  for one muse to come home and find the other already inside. 5.  TRIP :  for both muses to road trip or travel together. 6.  BABYSIT :  for one muse to help the other home while they’re drunk. 7.  INSOMNIA :  for one muse to find the other still awake at 3am. 8.  AMBUSH :  for both characters to come under attack by the same enemy. 9.  DANCE :  for one muse to ask the other to dance at a party. 10.  STRANDED :  for one muse to help the other who’s stranded on the road. 11.  SERVICE :  for one muse to cover the cost of something for the other. 12.  SAFEGUARD :  for one muse to save the other from being hit by a vehicle or from some other life-threatening event. 13.  DAZE :  for one muse to wake somewhere and find the other hovering over them. 14.  STOWAWAY :  for one muse to find the other hiding on the same ship. 15.  TAXI :  for both muses to share the same taxi ride. 16.  MAKEOVER :  for one muse to help the other with a new outfit or hairstyle. 17.  LIFEGUARD :  for one muse to rescue the other from drowning. 18.  DISASTER :  for both muses to work together to escape a fire, flood, or other disaster. 19.  TRANSIT :  for one muse to sit next to the other on a public transport. 20.  SPRAIN :  for one muse to carry the other after spraining their ankle. 21.  EMPLOY :  for one muse to be hired as the other’s bodyguard, tutor, assistant, etc. 22.  QUEST :  for one muse to help the other with a task in exchange for compensation. 23.  SOOTHE :  for one muse to calm the other during a panic attack. 24.  RECOVER :  for one muse to return the other’s lost belonging. 25.  UMBRELLA :  for one muse to share their umbrella with the other on a rainy day. 26.  HEAL :  for one muse to nurse the other back to health from a sickness or injury. 27.  NIGHTMARE :  for one muse to comfort the other after a nightmare. 28.  REUNION :  for one muse to run into the other again after a long time. 29.  PRIZE :  for one muse to win the other a prize at a carnival. 30.  NUDE :  for one muse to walk in on the other while they’re changing. 31.  BED :  for both muses to wake in the same bed, naked or fully clothed. 32.  TRAIL :  for one muse to notice the other has been following them. 33.  EVADE :  for one muse to pull the other into an alleyway to escape their pursuer. 34.  THIEF :  for one muse to confront the other after having something stolen by them. 35.  CAUGHT :  for one muse to walk in on the other singing / dancing. 36.  FESTIVE :  for both muses to decorate for a special occasion. 37.  PRESENT :  for one muse to give the other a  (birthday)  gift. 38.  WEARY :  for one muse to wake up after falling asleep on the other. 39.  CAPTIVE :  for one muse to hold the other against their will. 40.  SNAP :  for one muse to yell at or push the other out of frustration. 41.  SLEEPOVER :  for one muse to stay the night at the other’s place. 42.  TRESPASS :  for one muse to trespass on the other’s property. 43.  BREAK-IN :  for one muse to discover the other robbing their place. 44.  MERCY :  for both muses to come across an injured animal. 45.  UNKNOWN :  for both muses to wake and find themselves in a strange place. 46.  ACCOMPLICE :  for one muse to assist the other at the scene of a crime. 47.  ASTRAY :  for both muses to take a detour and lose their way. 48.  RELAX :  for both muses to share a hot tub or hot spring. 49.  MUSE :  for one muse to model for the other’s art project. 50.  ACCOMPANY :  for one muse to give the other an extra ticket to an event. 51.  SALVAGE :  for one muse to retrieve the other’s belongings from a thief. 52.  MEAL :  for both muses to prepare and share a meal together. 53.  CEMETERY :  for one muse to find the other at a gravestone. 54.  REFUGE :  for one muse to shelter the other from enemies. 55.  ARRANGED :  for both muses to date or marry out of convenience. 56.  FAVOR :  for one muse to owe the other a favor. 57.  VACATION :  for both muses to book the same hotel on vacation. 58.  DEFEND :  for one muse to save the other from one or multiple assailants. 59.  CATCH :  for one muse to return the other’s pet that escaped. 60.  RESTRICTED :  for both muses to sneak into someplace they’re not supposed to be.

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//: Let’s get together and do stuff. It’s way to quiet around here.

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*Clears off the dust* Jesus it has been a hot freaking minute.. Glad to be back (OOC)

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Lucy was off in her own world, she didn't even feel cold anymore, but then again it was difficult to feel anything else. Her mind was overtaken by a dream, smaller hands holding a new necklace sparkling with delicate jewels in a warm glow cast from her family's fireplace. Gifts were often given to her by her family and she hadn't batted an eye. It was easy to assume that others got lots of gifts, had lots of Uncles, but she was wrong and paying the price of her escape attempt. A crackling had reached her ears first and her body ached. It was hard to move. The youngest daughter of the Ambrose family slowly opened her eyes.

Seeing the fireplace she didn't have the energy to turn away or look at anything else it was hard to determine what was currently real and what wasn't. She sighs in relief, she was at her childhood home, safe and sound. Her lips twitched into a little smile. She blinks a few more times and it was as if she had been doused in cold water. This wasn't the fireplace she loved to look it. In fact it didn't look anything like it, nor was there the portrait black and white photos that hung above it. She didn't make it.

Her expression twisted from disbelief to then horror. She was back where she had first started all over again, the snake's escape attempt was futile and once again she was part of the bear's den. She was only able to summon one word.

"No.."

(Cold) starter for 1920s AU

( cold ) : one muse finds the other frozen half to death outside 

Mikhails Voice was thunderous as he swore when he received the news from a frantic guard. He’d only just had the warning note written and sent along with the broken necklace. It was going to be a nightmare if they got the message, and they’d lost their bargaining chip. The lock on the window in her room, broken. The girl gone.

Mikhail had sent a number of men scattering to search the edges of the property and alert the guards that already patrolled it as he went to fetch his own coat and boots. She couldn’t have gotten far, he knew. Not over the tall fence that surrounded the property, or gone unseen through the gates. Not to mention, it was freezing, and the girl was only in thin pajamas. She was trapped like a rat in a box. It was only a matter of finding her before she caught her death of cold and they had to deal with the troubles that would bring.

There wasn’t much in the way of fresh snow, but it was easy enough to spot her tracks from the opened window she’d gotten out from. The tracks of his men were precise, measured. Hers were frantic and messy as they led towards the woods that the back of the manor faced.

She was easy to spot even in the dim light of the moonlight reflecting off the snow. The bright pink the only thing of color in the landscape of whites and grays and browns. For a moment though, he wonders if it’s too late. Her pale skin even paler and blue from cold. But there was a pulse, and the weak rise of her chest with each breath.

“глупая маленькая змея.” He muttered, scooping her up into one arm as if she weighed no more than a child. She was precarious, but warmed up soon, she’d live.

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It was probably by far the most dumb idea she could've ever thought of. Days had blurred by with her anxiety growing. The Silent Jewel spent her time watching the locked door and those who stepped through it. Giving an upset glare as if that could somehow change the situation she found herself in. Nope. It was on an extremely cold night she had put an impulsive getaway plan into action. She refused to stay here any longer. Figuring out the lock had taken time but that seemed to be the one thing the woman had an abundance of.

Lucy suppressed a scream as she fell out of the window onto a pile of fresh snow. The air knocked the wind from her and her skin stung from the bitter cold powder. Her eyes squinted from an equally cold gust of wind. She wasn't sure where the exit would even be in a place like this but, she had no time to think. She forced herself to run and run, and run. Shivers rippled violently through her ignoring the stinging. The thought of freedom and her warm apartment kept her moving. But the cold was only getting worse.

How long had she been walking? She wasn't sure when she had lost feeling in her feet, but her muscles were next. The running became a wobbly off balanced jog, then that too slowed down to a violent, shiver filled walk. Her mind drifted to her home, her brother, the guards that watched her dutifully as her "Uncles." Where were they? Lucy had lurched forward, crumpling to the ground in a heap. The world around her seemed darker and she lulls her head forward as she surrendered to unconsciousness.

She wasn't aware of when she was eventually found nor when she was lifted like a broken doll into Mikhail's arms, well, arm. Her body made a twitch but otherwise remained still, trying to hold onto life as much as she could.

(Cold) starter for 1920s AU

( cold ) : one muse finds the other frozen half to death outside 

Mikhails Voice was thunderous as he swore when he received the news from a frantic guard. He’d only just had the warning note written and sent along with the broken necklace. It was going to be a nightmare if they got the message, and they’d lost their bargaining chip. The lock on the window in her room, broken. The girl gone.

Mikhail had sent a number of men scattering to search the edges of the property and alert the guards that already patrolled it as he went to fetch his own coat and boots. She couldn’t have gotten far, he knew. Not over the tall fence that surrounded the property, or gone unseen through the gates. Not to mention, it was freezing, and the girl was only in thin pajamas. She was trapped like a rat in a box. It was only a matter of finding her before she caught her death of cold and they had to deal with the troubles that would bring.

There wasn’t much in the way of fresh snow, but it was easy enough to spot her tracks from the opened window she’d gotten out from. The tracks of his men were precise, measured. Hers were frantic and messy as they led towards the woods that the back of the manor faced.

She was easy to spot even in the dim light of the moonlight reflecting off the snow. The bright pink the only thing of color in the landscape of whites and grays and browns. For a moment though, he wonders if it’s too late. Her pale skin even paler and blue from cold. But there was a pulse, and the weak rise of her chest with each breath.

“глупая маленькая змея.” He muttered, scooping her up into one arm as if she weighed no more than a child. She was precarious, but warmed up soon, she’d live.

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Get to know the people in my muse’s life.

Send me a symbol and I’ll tell you about…

🌟 …someone my muse trusts. 💔 …someone who broke my muse’s heart. 💕 …someone my muse loves.  😒 …someone my muse hates. 🔥…someone my muse would die for. 💀 …someone my muse would kill for. 👻 …someone my muse considers a best friend. 💘 …someone my muse has a crush on. 🔪 …someone my muse hurt in the past. 👀 …someone my muse likes, but doesn’t trust. 💩 …someone my muse dislikes, but admires. 👿 …someone my muse used to like, but doesn’t anymore. 😉 …someone my muse has had sex with. 💋 …someone my muse used to date. 😜 …someone who makes my muse laugh. 👪 …someone in my muse’s family. 👑 …someone my muse is jealous of. 👊 …someone who hates my muse. 👫 …someone who has a crush on my muse. 👌 …someone my muse has only met once, but will never forget. 🍓…someone my muse has never met, but wants to meet. 👰 …someone my muse would consider marrying.

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//: Let’s get together and do stuff. It’s way to quiet around here.

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Imagine getting a helmet HUD software upgrade that causes the screen to be a few centimeters to the left, just enough to cut off the last letter of words. Off centered too. Bet that would be fun.

((OOC: OMG noooo XD All I can see is Lucy being convinced that her helmet is having some malfunctions and just smacks the side of it thinking that would somehow help))

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"Shag.." She repeats back to him curious of the slang, however, wasn't exactly sure on how much it tied to her question. Something the soldier hadn't particularly heard before. "I thought sexual reproduction is the right terminology for it. Is 'Shag' pertaining to that?"

"Call me curious, but how often would you say you have reproduction?" Lucy quipped with a fold of her arms

Uhhhh. What?

"Not sure I follow...you mean...how often do I shag?" He used the slang term he'd heard someone from Menagerie run first.

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Lucy bit back a groan of discomfort as she was moved carefully and slowly onto the elder's shoulders. A grimace plastered her polarized face and bit back nausea that reared its ugly head. She squeezed her eyes closed as a sobering thought came to her. Pain, the pain was good, an indicator that she was still hanging in there. She swallows her throat feeling dry, a hand tightening around her MA5B, and forces a breath. Fingers glide as she made quick work checking the magazine and turns her attention to where the Spartan was facing. Despite the haziness looming over her and the acidic taste of bile in the back of her throat, she took yet another breath her grip tightening.

"Can you shoot?" She found herself nodding and a quiet calm settling within her. A hiss left her from a bolt of pain and took aim pointing the rifle dead center of their surroundings. "Affirmative." The III replied in a cool tone with a hint of bitterness. Anger boiled within her threatening to spill over. And yet, her body was still and precise, as best as she could accommodate in her position. It wasn't long now. The Jiralhanae were a driven species with honor driving them forward even to their own deaths. And if they weren't killed quickly a grouping of them could be a really big problem. It had to be quick. The Spartan's head jerked as she peers out into the distance as a familiar ping blinked on her HUD.

"...Contact." Came a whisper.

Continuation from ask:

"You're going to be alright" Says the elder Spartan Its more of a reassurance for himself than anything. The young Spartan's head was the least of her worries; a 3-foot long shard of Jiralhanae tungsten jutted out of her belly like a speartip. The fact that she was still talking was miraculous in and of itself. @kedvesorias

The Spartan's helmet-clad head had rolled back to rest onto a piece of the broken wall she had taken refuge behind. A labored breath could be heard through her external speakers as her arms hung loosely at her sides. Overhead she watched as plasma fire momentarily sear past through the darkened skies. A glove-covered hand grasped at her MA5B assault rifle with a barely audible sounding grunt. She gives a slow shake of her head in an attempt to clear the bleariness. "I think, I hit my head?" She leans forward in an attempt to stand up but succeeded instead in a sitting position with her head now rolling forward to see something sticking out from her.

That further confused the woman and thinking it was a piece of broken debris tried to brush it off of her midsection. She stopped however when that seemed to send a burst of fire-like pain through her veins accompanied by a rush of nausea. An audible groan left her as she pulls her hand back only to see an all too familiar deep red liquid. That wasn't good, it wasn't the first time she had seen her own blood nor will it be the last. And yet, her words spilled out once more. "I, really think I got hurt." She took a breath to settle the churning wave rolling over her to quarrel the bile rising in her throat to then check her HUD and took to rolling just a bit.

"I need to get up."

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Lucy inhaled with a wince as she presses her fingers to the side of her helmet. She could do this, years of training wouldn't change no matter the severity of the injury. Well, injuries. Her lips felt numb with the slightest taste of tarnished metal. "Echo121 this is Sierra-B091 requesting an immediate evac. We are pinned down with wounded." The words felt slow and rushed but she waited, counting the seconds that ticked by as a male's raspy voice responds. "Roger that B091 Echo121 inbound. Secure an LZ and stay put. This fog is hell to play in-" His words rang on her ears as she shook her head focusing on the affirmative followed by an ETA before just as quickly silence followed. Fifteen minutes. She had to survive fifteen additional minutes. It was then the cool metal of the M6C dropped into her lap.

".." She had let out an exhale as she made quick work to check the magazine before sliding it back in and looked to the elder Spartan with a curt nod. She attaches it to her hip in a side holder as she brings her own weapon close to her. Her grip tightened as she felt her heart pound in her ears. It was a risk, run and shoot at every living thing that moves with the hope of staying alive. Her lips moved and a hoarse whisper left her. "Let's repay our guests for the lovely hole they put in me yeah?" Her voice was laced with a deadly calm as trust rang for the other. She had looked to the Spartan since she was a wide-eyed cadet with her fellow 300 other cadets. The man, the bear, was going to charge, and she was in for the ride of her life.

"Give 'em hell."

Continuation from ask:

"You're going to be alright" Says the elder Spartan Its more of a reassurance for himself than anything. The young Spartan's head was the least of her worries; a 3-foot long shard of Jiralhanae tungsten jutted out of her belly like a speartip. The fact that she was still talking was miraculous in and of itself. @kedvesorias

The Spartan's helmet-clad head had rolled back to rest onto a piece of the broken wall she had taken refuge behind. A labored breath could be heard through her external speakers as her arms hung loosely at her sides. Overhead she watched as plasma fire momentarily sear past through the darkened skies. A glove-covered hand grasped at her MA5B assault rifle with a barely audible sounding grunt. She gives a slow shake of her head in an attempt to clear the bleariness. "I think, I hit my head?" She leans forward in an attempt to stand up but succeeded instead in a sitting position with her head now rolling forward to see something sticking out from her.

That further confused the woman and thinking it was a piece of broken debris tried to brush it off of her midsection. She stopped however when that seemed to send a burst of fire-like pain through her veins accompanied by a rush of nausea. An audible groan left her as she pulls her hand back only to see an all too familiar deep red liquid. That wasn't good, it wasn't the first time she had seen her own blood nor will it be the last. And yet, her words spilled out once more. "I, really think I got hurt." She took a breath to settle the churning wave rolling over her to quarrel the bile rising in her throat to then check her HUD and took to rolling just a bit.

"I need to get up."

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"Call for evac..right. Right!" She had spoken a little louder as his idea had been muddling around in her head before deeming it not only to be a good idea but an urgent one. Lucy gave another shake of her head only to watch as the mountainous Spartan loom over her. A shallow breath left her fixated on the polarized faceplate. She wondered what the man's expression held. She blinked at the fogginess overwhelming her thoughts trying to shake her head harder with an angry-sounding groan. She had raised a hand tempted to give her helmet a firm hit to clear the haziness that hung and have her thoughts together rather than scattered. "Evac, I need to call for evac." She chastised internally, causing her to become a little irate. She had formed a loose fist with her hand when suddenly something had wrapped itself around her own hand.

The woman looked at it and was taken aback. She couldn't remember the last time someone had held her hand. Nor could she recall if anyone has. The armor-plated hand had easily encompassed her hand focusing more so than the words directed to her. Lucy started to ask what the other was meaning when a sharp pain caused her to let out a hiss her body's reaction wanting to move desperately away from the agony coursing through her. She leans her head back against the wall and found herself squeezing onto the hand tightly as the pain just as quickly began to solidify from an excruciating foaming spray that clings itself to her abdominal walls. Her breathing came out in short bursts as she squeezes her eyes shut. And despite this, a hoarse-sounding whisper came out over the rumble of thunder and plasma fire.

"Please, I need to get up, I need to get back up."

Continuation from ask:

"You're going to be alright" Says the elder Spartan Its more of a reassurance for himself than anything. The young Spartan's head was the least of her worries; a 3-foot long shard of Jiralhanae tungsten jutted out of her belly like a speartip. The fact that she was still talking was miraculous in and of itself. @kedvesorias

The Spartan's helmet-clad head had rolled back to rest onto a piece of the broken wall she had taken refuge behind. A labored breath could be heard through her external speakers as her arms hung loosely at her sides. Overhead she watched as plasma fire momentarily sear past through the darkened skies. A glove-covered hand grasped at her MA5B assault rifle with a barely audible sounding grunt. She gives a slow shake of her head in an attempt to clear the bleariness. "I think, I hit my head?" She leans forward in an attempt to stand up but succeeded instead in a sitting position with her head now rolling forward to see something sticking out from her.

That further confused the woman and thinking it was a piece of broken debris tried to brush it off of her midsection. She stopped however when that seemed to send a burst of fire-like pain through her veins accompanied by a rush of nausea. An audible groan left her as she pulls her hand back only to see an all too familiar deep red liquid. That wasn't good, it wasn't the first time she had seen her own blood nor will it be the last. And yet, her words spilled out once more. "I, really think I got hurt." She took a breath to settle the churning wave rolling over her to quarrel the bile rising in her throat to then check her HUD and took to rolling just a bit.

"I need to get up."

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Continuation from ask:

"You're going to be alright" Says the elder Spartan Its more of a reassurance for himself than anything. The young Spartan's head was the least of her worries; a 3-foot long shard of Jiralhanae tungsten jutted out of her belly like a speartip. The fact that she was still talking was miraculous in and of itself. @kedvesorias

The Spartan's helmet-clad head had rolled back to rest onto a piece of the broken wall she had taken refuge behind. A labored breath could be heard through her external speakers as her arms hung loosely at her sides. Overhead she watched as plasma fire momentarily sear past through the darkened skies. A glove-covered hand grasped at her MA5B assault rifle with a barely audible sounding grunt. She gives a slow shake of her head in an attempt to clear the bleariness. "I think, I hit my head?" She leans forward in an attempt to stand up but succeeded instead in a sitting position with her head now rolling forward to see something sticking out from her.

That further confused the woman and thinking it was a piece of broken debris tried to brush it off of her midsection. She stopped however when that seemed to send a burst of fire-like pain through her veins accompanied by a rush of nausea. An audible groan left her as she pulls her hand back only to see an all too familiar deep red liquid. That wasn't good, it wasn't the first time she had seen her own blood nor will it be the last. And yet, her words spilled out once more. "I, really think I got hurt." She took a breath to settle the churning wave rolling over her to quarrel the bile rising in her throat to then check her HUD and took to rolling just a bit.

"I need to get up."

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Lucy did not need to be told a second time, her little feet pattered towards the door as she built up speed only to then come to a stop that nearly knocked her over. The cadet looked at her dirtied feet with embarrassment as another shiver wracked through her. She quickly brushed her feet as best as she could, it didn't do too much but she was at least okay with it for now as she then bolts inside. The artificial heater was the first thing to great her causing a sigh despite her shivering. She plops down and puts her knees to her chest as an attempt to quickly warm herself back up. leans forward to rest her head onto her knees.

"T-thank you, Sir." She stammers out as she rubs her arms. Another little tremor and a sigh left her. And despite this, as the rain now pelted against the roofing she looks up and around, eyes ever curious. Her shoulders slumped and felt the child like urge to go searching around the room to see all of its contents but, she resisted. Instead looking up, well as much as she could without hurting her neck to see her superior officer's gaze. When that didn't work her eyes then looked to the ground, as she let out another rumbly sigh. This one however was in fact something she had copied from Mendez himself with his famous mug of steaming hot, black tar looking coffee.

"Thank you.." She repeats again as the heater began its slow process of warming her up, her expression had changed to one that she didn't show often. A little smile crept up onto her face as she closed her eyes to enjoy the warmth. "You're the bethst." She spoke in her proud little lisp. It was something Lucy had adorned after getting her front teeth knocked out by another cadet in hand to hand earlier in the day. The cadet proudly told her teammates how tough she was. How her opponent looked worse than she did. But this made her look almost smaller. Frail, and each day she fought to prove along with her squad how she was anything but.

Lucy knew for a fact she shouldnt be doing this. Just how she shouldnt have stuffed her bed with her duffle to make it look like she was sleeping. Or how she shouldnt have snuck out without her boots on despite the sprinkling of rain. Or even how she shouldnt have snuck past some of the trainers to find the one person she deemed to always have the answers. He would know, she decided. He had to. Her little body trembled from the cold and as her fingers curled around the fabric of a shirt she gave it a few tugs. Another tremor rippling through due to the cold.

The Spartan II had only been out of his meeting for naught but thirty seconds before something else demanded his attention. He needed some rest, dammit! He needed time to prepare for the day to come, and he couldn’t do it on a mind that hasn’t had a break in three days. Tomorrow was just too damned important for anything to go wrong. The young Spartans were to undergo a rite of passage, the same that Alpha Company and even his own brothers and sisters in arms had gone through. For his own kind, the journey to true Spartanhood had been harrowing. One third of his class never returned from ONI’s flesh-forge. Another third had, but weren’t as lucky as Kurt and ilk. Their bodies were broken and twisted, leaving them with pain and suffering that would never heal with time.  The Alpha’s were fortunate. Fate had spared them of such a terrible fate, up until they met their end in another. It was not fate that killed Alpha, it was Kurt. He had not given them the resources nor time they needed. He had not sufficiently taught them to value each other as much as they valued themselves. For Kurt’s failures, they were picked off one by one. 

He would never let it happen again.

It was the tiny Beta’s hand that pulled him from thought, from fear. 

“Hmm?”

He turned to see none other than dear little b091. How she crept out of her squadbay, snuck past the DIs and ended up here was anyone’s guess. The Lieutenant was caught between frustration over her  blatant disregard for the rules she had been so carefully trained to follow and the pride he had in her for her skill in stealth.  “You’re supposed to be in bed.” Said Kurt. If only Jorge wasn’t asleep. He’d have handled something like this a bit better. 

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Lucy's shoulders deflated as she took another deep breath in. Well now THAT was a relief. She had been training for this for such a long time that she couldn't imagine what would have happened if she in fact was cut. Where would she even go? She like her other three hundred other cadets of Beta company had no home to return to. Camp Curahee had become her home, the members of her squad designated Foxtrot became her brothers she strove to protect at all costs. As the sprinkling of rain fell onto her a little heavier her smaller hands reached up to rub at her arms in an effort to warm herself.

"Thank you Sir." She had faltered before her eyes met the ground looking at the Lieutenant's feet in a demure contemplation. "I'm worried about tomorrow, and wanted to ask a few things. I trust you and the Chief Warrant Officer but.." She trailed off her teeth finding her bottom lip in an old habit. "We're.. going to be okay, right?" Her voice had fallen to barely above a whisper. She had forced herself to take another deep breath to straighten out the flurry of thoughts and found herself blurting. "Im worried about my brothers."

Lucy knew for a fact she shouldnt be doing this. Just how she shouldnt have stuffed her bed with her duffle to make it look like she was sleeping. Or how she shouldnt have snuck out without her boots on despite the sprinkling of rain. Or even how she shouldnt have snuck past some of the trainers to find the one person she deemed to always have the answers. He would know, she decided. He had to. Her little body trembled from the cold and as her fingers curled around the fabric of a shirt she gave it a few tugs. Another tremor rippling through due to the cold.

The Spartan II had only been out of his meeting for naught but thirty seconds before something else demanded his attention. He needed some rest, dammit! He needed time to prepare for the day to come, and he couldn’t do it on a mind that hasn’t had a break in three days. Tomorrow was just too damned important for anything to go wrong. The young Spartans were to undergo a rite of passage, the same that Alpha Company and even his own brothers and sisters in arms had gone through. For his own kind, the journey to true Spartanhood had been harrowing. One third of his class never returned from ONI’s flesh-forge. Another third had, but weren’t as lucky as Kurt and ilk. Their bodies were broken and twisted, leaving them with pain and suffering that would never heal with time.  The Alpha’s were fortunate. Fate had spared them of such a terrible fate, up until they met their end in another. It was not fate that killed Alpha, it was Kurt. He had not given them the resources nor time they needed. He had not sufficiently taught them to value each other as much as they valued themselves. For Kurt’s failures, they were picked off one by one. 

He would never let it happen again.

It was the tiny Beta’s hand that pulled him from thought, from fear. 

“Hmm?”

He turned to see none other than dear little b091. How she crept out of her squadbay, snuck past the DIs and ended up here was anyone’s guess. The Lieutenant was caught between frustration over her  blatant disregard for the rules she had been so carefully trained to follow and the pride he had in her for her skill in stealth.  “You’re supposed to be in bed.” Said Kurt. If only Jorge wasn’t asleep. He’d have handled something like this a bit better. 

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