Apsis 512 : Interim

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀And somehow ⠀⠀we all found the warmth of the gun ... ⠀⠀⠀ #HaloRP ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀 𝟑𝟏𝟒 .@brokenchasm.bsky.social · 9mo ago

YOU’VE KILLED THE SAINT IN ME .

"Flesh is flesh. Forbidden, or so it is written." She's still watching. "What is so different? It rips all the same."

𝐒𝐚𝐥 '𝐉𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐢@ofreclaimshonor.bsky.social · 4w ago

"We eat meat on Sanghelios," Sal answered, rather quickly. "Not meat that tastes like this, mind you. I would much prefer Kholo."

"Your hesitancy gives the thought credibility." She shrugs. He'd seem so uncertain. But all flesh was different. Maybe this one was new? "Is it true?"

𝐒𝐚𝐥 '𝐉𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐢@ofreclaimshonor.bsky.social · 4w ago

He raises his brow at her at the question. What an... odd choice of words. "It's fine. Are you under the impression that this is the first time I have ever eaten meat?"

Her lips lift in a smirk as she watches him still. Such odd creatures, especially with the way they ate. "Well? How tastes the flesh of another?"

𝐒𝐚𝐥 '𝐉𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐢@ofreclaimshonor.bsky.social · 4w ago

At her question, Sal stabs it with his fork, lifts it, and grabs a hold of it with his mandibles before tearing a piece off and chewing it. Maybe now it'll look slightly less appetizing to her.

Watches the plate move before lazily looking up at him. "Why does it remain uneaten?"

𝐒𝐚𝐥 '𝐉𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐢@ofreclaimshonor.bsky.social · 4w ago

Glaring at her and then pulling the plate towards him. "This is mine."

Leans in and sniffs it.

𝐒𝐚𝐥 '𝐉𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐢@ofreclaimshonor.bsky.social · 4w ago

Poking at a piece of meat on his plate. He has never had this "lamb" before. He is unsure if he will like it... even with the spices from Sanghelios carelessly tossed on top of it.

Life isn't that hand it conceals, or that hand it reveals. There is no offer it holds, empty or bold. Instead it plays for all your joy and dismay.

I will end you both.

Does a Builder require its tongue?

It will greet you soon enough. One by one you will be placed there once again.

𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧-𝐀𝟎𝟗𝟎@ofscarletsparta.bsky.social · last mo.

Yeah, only if there is an end. But there won't be. Because I'm that guy.

Defiance makes for a sweeter end.

𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧-𝐀𝟎𝟗𝟎@ofscarletsparta.bsky.social · last mo.

Nah. I'd win.

Fear need not kill you.

Any of you may be fed to the beasts.

A prelude to your mutual slaughter?

Crashing through a camp. A blur of laughing orange that prompts chatter and clashes. The air is alive. Until it isn't.

There must be something...

The Humans. The enemy as determined by the Commander. As it was before, so it will be again. The alternative is oblivion. A [stygian[?]] silence that rings in your [ears]. Have you heard it? It will stop.

𝙅ᔰ𝙓@cy-vamp.bsky.social · last mo.

Who is the enemy you so desperately try to combat? Why are you always against the world? The universe? What do you hope to achieve?

Flattery. Flattery. What reality do you attempt to realise? No. There is naught to gain for words do not maim.

𝙅ᔰ𝙓@cy-vamp.bsky.social · last mo.

Actually, yes, I am. You got the skill, you know how to do art. Have you considered taking it up as a passtime?

Urghh— For a Builder to be haunted is a deserved way of existing. Satisfied?

𝙅ᔰ𝙓@cy-vamp.bsky.social · last mo.

The only thing that will be concluded is this haiku. Two. More. Syllables. Do it.

Your intrusion draws near your own conclusion.

𝙅ᔰ𝙓@cy-vamp.bsky.social · last mo.

You were SO CLOSE.

For a Builder to be haunted is a deserved existence.