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[maximummuses]

@ohfiveeight (one-liner)

"Linda? I'm glad to see that you're not dead."

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Linda is one of Circe's top people to spar with. With Linda's perspective and insight, Circe can practice different tactics and maneuvers to use on bigger opponents on the battlefield. She trusts Linda's guidance and support and offers the same when needed.

Circe first met Linda off the field while on a UNSC ship. With Linda being so still and quiet Circe thought that the Mjolnir was empty, so she may have stared a bit too long out of curiosity. Needless to say, she was a tad embarrassed when she realized that the suit was in use.

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Even when she was supposed to be on break, it always seemed like Vale was working. If she wasn't fighting to keep the Created and Banished at bay with the Swords of Sangheilios, she was pouring over datapads or in video calls with members of the UNSC or ONI while trying to 'enjoy' a meal between skirmishes.

Enjoying the food was relative, a lot of it was bland, tasteless, slapped together, in other words, you typical military ration. Packed in foil, served on a plastic tray, a chewy brown slab that was supposed to be 'steak' served with hard-as-rock vegetables and a cracker. "No, no, the grammar is all wrong here." A gloved finger circles a passage of text written in Sangheili as she looks back to the Linguist on the other end of the call. "Present this to the Sangheili representative and you are likely to have your throat ripped out. Here, try this." She quickly rearranges a few of the characters in the text on screen, when the dull heavy steps of Mjolnir boots echo in her ears.

"We'll continue this later." Olympia Vale huffed and ended the call, turning back to see the SPARTAN-II in full ARGUS Armor. "Some days I forget my role is as a diplomat and interpreter."

[prideofonyx]

[/anon] hey Kurt, how are you?

"Fine, I guess."

Well, better than he had been. This wouldn't be his first brush with death nor would it be his last. That damned Hunter's shield came right the hell out of nowhere. It shouldn't have, it really shouldn't have. How could he miss a creature whose shadow alone could dwarf him?! Easy. He'd been busy killing its twin. At least 051 wasn't breathing out of a tube now. 'Fine' was relative. @ohfiveeight

[cannonfullofcanons]

         Downtime.

         It was something John was unfamiliar with. Far from the feeling of a weapon in his hands, the rush of wind against his armor, the enemy fast approaching. With Truth's death, the Covenant armada had finally crumbled, and there wasn't nearly as much need for SPARTAN-II combat deployments - not to mention Lord Hood arbitrarily deciding that the Master Chief deserved a 'break'. Time to relax & recuperate after so much nonstop battle.

         The very idea was ludicrous. As alien to him as the grunts and elites he'd fought since day one.

         But it had given him time to think, and reflect. To realize something he wanted. And Cortana, as ever in his head, helped him come up with a plan. Not a very good one - neither he nor Cortana were exactly filled with social graces - but enough for an attempt. He'd realized he never spent much time with his fellow SPARTAN-IIs outside of combat anymore. But how to go about mending that? Just show up and ask to 'hang out'? Asking was never a strongsuit of his, and SPARTAN-IIs didn't 'hang out', as he'd heard Marines often ask him to. It was Cortana's idea, in the end. Claim something was wrong with his sniper, get the sniper expert to have a look.

         What could go wrong?

         And so John found himself approaching Linda in one of the bays, shoulders squared, stood as stiff as someone approaching a firing line. He was almost nervous. But then, the approval of his family mattered to him - and he couldn't remember the last time he approached them as family, and not as a commander.

         "Linda." He greeted, with a curt nod. He held a sniper rifle - its barrel bent just slightly, not enough to notice at a glance, but enough that anyone would see it upon a closer look. It was also very clearly deliberate, going by the slight dent in the shape of John's finger. "This rifle feels...off. Could use a second opinion. You're the expert, Linda."

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[indomitus-ferox]

☝️@Artemis

Staring out a viewing port on Infinity’s observation deck was... peaceful. Mind-numbing. She didn’t need to think, there was no pressing tasks that required her attention, nobody required her assistance.

Just the way she wanted things.

She was so defocused from the world around her, that when a touch landed upon her shoulder from behind, the Spartan twitched in surprise. Spinning around, a look of puzzlement crossed her features as she recognized a Spartan standing before her.

“Can I... help you?”

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The Spartan-III listened, patient and attentive, as Linda explained what she understood of the traditions of Valentine’s Day. Humanity had certainly changed much, over the centuries, but some things seemed to stick harder than others. Traditions had always been a staple in one culture or another, to the point where some even transcended multiple cultures, to be something celebrated no matter where you came from or who you were.

She could not begin to understand most of them, even when they were explained to her. Spartan traditions, on the other hand… They were sacred, close to the chest, only a few shared to the latest generation.

“…Should I ask what a herpes is, or would I be better off not knowing the answer?” That was about the only thing she could manage to say in response.

Taking a few breaths, Linda shifted her stance a little bit to the left. " Valentine's Day was a originally a celebration Feast for an old Earth 8th century Saint named Valentine. Somehow in the 14th and 15 Centuries it became associated with a Romantic Love with LoveBirds. At least that's what majority of the various sources state. Though it could be associated with a Roman Fertility Festival of Lupercalia prior to the 5th century. " A chuckle, " Which celebrated the coming of spring, included animal sacrifices and drunken revelry to honor Faunus, the Roman god of agriculture, as well as to the Roman founders Romulus and Remus. Men and women were also paired up together through a lottery system in matches that often led to marriage. May have Pagan origins or started off as a feast. But was heavily Commercialized by companies in the later centuries. "

Her emeralds scanned the area before fallen on a Marine giving bouquet flowers to a scientist. " However, I believe it's now just more of gift giving to ones you are very Familiar with or intimate with. Sometimes could be someone is cheating on their spouse with. " Emeralds fallen on another section of the bay, a ODST medic giving a heart shape container to an officer, who has a wedding ring. " I hope that medic knows that officer has herpes and no promises of leaving his spouse for them. " Gotta love Med Bay scuttlebutt, Linda mentally amused and hummed.

[mothaus]

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[hisprettylady]

Siren here. Nice to meet you all. If anyone tries to capture me, I'll incinerate their brain.

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[maximummuses]

“   i’m  still  standing .   ” @ Daisy-023

𝟖𝟎𝐬 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐒    [   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    ]

"Glad to hear it, Linda." Even when the firing stops, Daisy remains standing at attention. The more things change...

"Is the rest of Blue Team with you?"

[temomiya]

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Members of BLUE TEAM were routed to other missions that needed their skill set. Linda was left behind as she was rotated to be on ‘shore leave’ much to her dismay. Maybe the infinity Doctor wanted to check on her flash cloned pieces to make sure they were still holding. Originally, she had found comfort in the once silence MESS HALL of the infinity.

Fireteams skirted around her, a few lone members curious about her but stick with their team. The MESS cook actually had taken liking to her. She didn’t complain about the quality of the food nor took anyone else to bitch about it while she was near by. Which earned her a little more then the normal amount alloted to the II’s meal plan.

Without her Modified ARGUS, she was in the dark gray tech suit. Her alabaster skin striking a contrast with not only her suit but her sanguine hair. Emeralds looked out of her peripheral to notice SPARTAN Vale. A brief nod of acceptance towards the other.

Linda held no contempt toward Vale or her former comrades. She knew they had been tasked with a mission. “You may” finally giving verbal permission for Vale to join her, if Vale had needed it. Her motor skills moving at what appeared a normal pace considering all the enhancements they had done to them.

Part of her expected a hint of animosity, after all, Osiris had been tasked with hunting the AWOL Spartan Fireteam, Locke and the Master Chief had come to blows. She expected animosity, no doubt she would have received that had Linda been another marine or ODST, but the S-II’s were different, often considered ‘robots’ by many, even Linda’s cold monotone response would have given Vale such an impression were she any other UNSC officer.

Vale gives a nod, taking a few steps forward before taking a seat on the bench opposite of Linda, and set the tray down, plastic taps against the hardwood tabletop. All she knew about SPARTAN-II’s suggested a conversation would get her nowhere, she didn’t expect Linda to be a chatterbox, Vale figured any question she asked or attempt at making conversation would either be met with quick dismissive answers, or silence.

So for the first little while, Vale quietly ate her meal. The food was gruff, definitely prepared in a rush, but it was enough, not terrible, not amazing, just enough. The chicken had plenty of flavor, the beans in molasses was decent enough, and anything her palette didn’t find agreeable could be washed down with some water to cleanse it.

Eventually, she could hold her tongue no longer, and she would, inevitably, speak to her senior once more. Vale set the water container down on her tray, clearing her throat after the water washed the taste of beans and molasses. “By yourself?” It was a good place to start as any, not like Linda was the type to gossip.

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you’re friendly and a benevolent force to those who respect you and your domain, but a true force to be reckoned with to those who disrespect or threaten the balance of the natural world. the forest is nothing to fear for those who take care of it, but it isn’t uncommon for people to go missing with only their faces outlined in the bark on a tree.

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[ohfiveeight]

One girl (Number 058) engineered her own intelligence network at school to spy on the teachers!

Petty Officer First Class Linda-058.

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[hisprettylady]

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