" ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ฅ, ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฌ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ก๐๐๐ซ๐ญ."
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ .
@solemnvivacity.bsky.social
"๐ธ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐." | EsmeraldaโS046 | Spartan II | Halo RP | | Multiship | MDNI | 21+ |
"Not necessarily, it can enhance the overall flavor of the food itself. Especially if the spices are used in the breading." "It's something so small and simple, that you don't notice the difference until you have something to compare it to."
"What's so special about that? Doesn't it get fried anyway so the flavor goes away doesn't it?"
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ , ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐'๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ .
' ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ .
โ โ ๐๐ญ๐๐ฌ '๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ฆ . โ Shipmaster of the ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ . โ
" ๐๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ข๐บ, ๐๐ณ๐ฃ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ! โ ๐'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฝ๐๐ผ๐๐๐. "
She stuck her lower lip out in a mock pouting expression. "Well I ought to change that, now, shouldn't I ? There's so much more to food than just it being sustainable. It can be pleasant, too." As the pair of them made it to the mess hall, โ
"I can never tell Esmerelda." He continued to follow beside her, rubbing his eyes with two fingers before he adjusted how his scarf sat around his neck.
"Well, I can tell you that what they have today is better tasting than a handful of their normal meals. It's quite amazing how proper seasoning makes a difference."
He followed behind her, keeping quiet for a few moments before giving a nod to the side. "Eh...it's all the same to me. Don't really care if its decent or not."
"Good. Let's get going to the mess hall, now shall we?" Esmeralda flashed a soft smile in his direction, gesturing for him to follow after her down the corridors. "They actually have something half decent in the mess today, believe it or not."
It wasn't long until he was walking up to her, dressed down in a tanktop, fatigue pants and standard issue boots and of course the scarf. One the sides of his head, there were hints of gray but that was only seen thanks to the hair having grown out some. "Well I'm here."
A message would soon come through, detailing a brief description of where Esme's quarters were. The Spartan would be waiting just outside of her door, dressed down in fatigues and combat boots. Her hair was pulled back into a loose, yet neat bun, silvery streaks of hair highlighting her temples.
With an eyebrow raised, he watched her step away before he shook his head. "Could almost say she hasn't changed in years..wonder why she kept looking at my scarf though.." And then he was off to get out of his armor, and to wait for said ping.
"See you in fifteen. Don't be late, Ric." Her expression softened, lifted up two fingers and swiping them across her face in the arc of a smile. "You'll know where to find me. Keep an eye for the ping."
"Flip me your quarters' location. I'll stop by." Well atleast he was less dense than he was all those years ago.
- MSGT Jameson Kard - 19th ODST Shock Trooper Battalion - Cutlass Squad - Old Man "๐๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ด, ๐ญ๐ป๐ธ๐น ๐ช ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ ๐ซ๐ธ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ผ, ๐ด๐ฎ๐ฎ๐น ๐ฌ๐ช๐ต๐ถ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ป๐ป๐ ๐ธ๐ท."
"Well, maybe you should consider coming to grab a bite with me in the mess hall. Better to refuel after an outing than to run on empty." She tilted her chin down, keeping her gaze levelled with his. "I know you know exactly what my answer for that is."
"No, I've not eaten today. I just got back an hour ago." Well he wasn't lying, he looked fresh out of a firefight with some scorching on his modified Mk.VI armor. "I doubt coffee counts for you."
Esmeralda's brows furrowed, her expression shifting to a light scowl. She knew the look well enough to know what the answer to her question would be. Her mouth twitched, and she exhaled slowly through her nose. "Have you eaten anything today or will I have to force feed you myself?"
He had taken note of her gaze resting on the scarf for half a moment before he looked directly into her eyes, the dark circles under his own marked with his old reputation of just never eating even after heavy training was still there. Obviously that was a resounding....No. He didn't answer.
"Good, I'm glad to hear it. Dread has always been an extension of you in combat, at least from what I've noticed." There was a small pause as she glanced him over, gaze resting on the scarf for a moment before moving back to him. "I trust that you're taking care of yourself too, right?"
"It's one of the only things I do take care of. That and...well...Dread." He gestured to his back which is where his shotgun rested, it was an old thing like they were but it was very taken care of.
"Closer to a month, but you weren't too far off from it. I've still been getting adjusted to being here though." Her attention would soon fall to the scarf around his neck, and she lifted a couple fingers, swiping them in a smiling motion in front of her face. "You've taken good care of it."
"I would've guessed maybe a few weeks, though it wouldn't shock me if it was longer. I don't stay around onboard that often." Even right after augmentations, Richter had wanted to stay in the field, a good way to numb himself to things.
"It's been ages since I've heard her name. I really ought to catch up with her sometime." Esmeralda scanned over his face, studying his expression before her attention shifted back to his gaze. "That's a decent bit of time. I've only recently been moved over here."
"I think so, I've seen a few. But I've not really interacted with them much other then Daisy-023." He took a moment to think on how long he'd been on the ship, turning to face her eye to eye. "I'd say a year or more."
"I've had some close calls myself, but that overall doesn't matter. What does is that for better or for worse, we made it." "How long have you been here? Is there anyone else from our group here?"
"Just barely." He said curtly, looking aside with his just about pure silver eyes, inhuman as was his enhanced biology. "Same to you, Esme."
"That's right." Her teal gaze fell over his features, as though scanning over him before her attention returned. "I'm glad to see that you've survived all this time too, Richter."
Furrowing his brow slightly, he'd come to a small realization of who she was. "Esmeralda, Right?"
"It's been a long time, hasn't it?" Something of a smile pulled at the edges of her mouth. "It's good to see you again."
[@solemnvivacity.bsky.social ] you. Where've we met before.
Maybe his luck is starting to run short. Who knows at this point?
Somehow I don't have that same luck.
Fair enough, maybe I'm just lucky enough to miss it half of the time.
When isn't there at this point?
I take it there was chaos. Wasn't there?
ใป๐๐๐๐ "๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐" ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐ใป โ โ แดแดสแด แดแดสแด แดแด สแด โ โ ๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โก
"Just a much needed deep clean for my equipment. I prefer taking things apart in order to ensure a proper clean." The Spartan finished up with wiping everything down, and began to reassemble the shotgun, piece by piece. "Sometimes it's just nice to sit down and do some handiwork to stay busy."
โNah. Iโm alright, thanks.โ Noah leaned on nearby wall, watching the other get on with her work. โWhatโre you trying to accomplish here?โ
The Spartan's gaze shifted in his direction for a brief moment before she resumed her task. "Good afternoon, Spartan. Anything that I can help you with?"
He can appreciate the completely unnecessary attention to detail here.
She is methodically going through the process of cleaning her shotgun. The pieces are organized into small piles as she wipes down the weapon.