I would say good luck with that but I also don't want you to waste the rest of your life searching so maybe don't.
Ur-Didact
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"Time was your ally, human, but now it has abandoned you. The Forerunners... have returned." | Protector of the Ecumene | #ParodyAccount | #HaloRP | So much shitposting
Every time I come up with a plan that could work I am benched and then everyone else fucks up. The Shield World plan? I'm told I can't build them and then Faber fumbles Mendicant Bias. My Mechanical Promethean achieved a single victory and then I was once more sent into exile before getting more.
Yes, handily. I would have turned the tide against the Flood, and saved the galaxy with my forces and begun Forerunner civilization anew.
I can mostly agree with that. The grand architect of our collective demise was either Faber or Bornstellar. You still stabbed me in the back though.
What was suppose to happen was the defeat of the Flood and our reassertion to our rightful place. But that was not your plan and so it is deemed a mistake.
Do not act as if you do not get some glee out of itLibrarian. For us to recede and for humanity to take our place. As you had long planned.
I mean I was hoping she would put it together by now... Then again the mind if a strange thing. Infinitely capable of refusing to see what is before it.
The activity is hardly strenuous, yet even this had not come as easily to him as it once had. Much much too long had been spent licking his wounds in isolation. A mistake he will not make twice. Once there is no one left to resist them, he takes a moment to appreciate his work. The restraint had -
- remain scattered around as the Didact barrels through them. She pitches in with small interventions that rotate across those that do not have the Didact's direct attention. When the last one eventually falls, her trimlines finally settle as she observes the aftermath.
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If I said any one of those things about my [superiors], I would've been either exiled or executed. You are privileged to only get a [lecture]. You would've been a troublesome Warrior-Servant. Even more so than Spirit.
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He does not bother responding to Juridical, his attention instead being drawn to the humans by the resumption of hostilities. Turning to face the bulk of the humans, his voice booms throughout the hallway, "Remember that you were warned." The Didact found himself faced with a problem all to -
- simmers a sharp white as she presses her captive down and takes the shot she’d had lined up at one of their comrades. A fragment of her attention shifts to the Didact as the exchange urfurls. How would his conduct hold up?
As the door slides open, the Didact steps out in front, unabashed and unashamed of what he represents to these humans. The rest may wish to ignore what being a Forerunner means, but he never will. He stands there and lets them fire upon him. Bullet after bullet finds their mark and harmlessly-
- together as a frown grows despite the current that builds beneath her fingers. It is too soon. She needs to act. But, as promised, she holds, ready to follow the Didact’s lead.
There is no good answer as to why. Nothing that would bring closure or comfort. Only more despair and misery. Rather than inflicting more pain he instead chooses to ignore it. "I have been many things in my life, but a liar has never been one of them. I am sorry young one but they are-
- head follows with even frailer words. "They can't be. They're coming back. They are..." Because... "I never got to say goodbye."
Wordlessly, he gives a slight tilt of his head forward in a nod. Most of those that had seen already were all those left. It is impossible to consider his second exile in the cryptum as any sort of blessing, but it did allow him this. It had given him time to accept all that had happened. To-
- be so easy to forget. What would be the point? "What's the point?" Any decorum or manners is forgotten. What were titles now? Everyone... all of it... gone. Her whole world hollowed out. "It's gone." Nothing was enough.
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I will be assembling the Forerunner equivalent of the dream team. I’m gonna get off scot free.