The Hero's Ball (Closed RP)

Daenerys Targaryen • Mother of Dragons Veteran Posts: 1,393 Likes: 118	Post by Daenerys Targaryen on Feb 18, 2015 21:44:19 GMT -6 ~The Hero's Ball~ A still of the Sol's Jewel as it departs the Manhattan Space Port (February 9th 2548) The Sol's Jewel February 13th 2548 Orbiting Planet Jupiter The Grand Ball Begins The elegantly decorated ball room was abuzz with chatter as people mixed and mingled. The smell of food and candles gave the room a surprisingly comfortable feel, as well as soft yellow lighting of the room itself. The whole room was built around a massive circular glass dance floor, that gave a view of the planet below. There were four levels, the main floor which had the dance floor and two bars. The second floor which had the massive banquette laid out for them, with an assortment of food and drinks sat waiting to be taken. The third floor was a general parlor, with a bar and chairs for people to sit at and relax. And finally the fourth floor was the V.I.P section, where Admirals and Generals, talked with politicians and rich men, all smoking and drinking as they discussed what they did. The first through third floors wrapped around the main level in a circular design, offering all who stood at the edge a perfect view of the main floor and the stage. =Tonight's Menu= SPOILER: Click to show Along with the beautiful and exciting entertainment, the Sol's Jewel also boasts a fantastic five star cook staff, which will provide some of the best food for you to enjoy, all fresh from Mother Earth herself! First course you may choose two of the following hors d'oeuvres… Bacon Wrapped Scallops local bay scallops wrapped in pepper bacon Crab Cakes topped with a apple chutney Second Course you may choose one soup or salad... Mediterranean Tomato Bisque a rich & creamy blend of tomatoes, fresh mint & lemon Classic Caprese Salad tomatoes with fresh mozzarella & fresh basil topped with black pepper, olive oil & balsamic vinegar Winter Wild Greens mixed greens with spiced pecans, apples, dried berries, and goat cheese crumbles in a forest berry vinaigrette Third Course you will pre-order from two of the following entrees… Tournedos Portabella polenta cake with roasted portabella mushroom and smoked tomato butter Chicken Amore almond crusted chicken breasts with peaches, blueberries, and Grand Marinier sauce Pecan Butter Tilapia oven roasted and drizzled with a sensuous champagne cream and garnished with spiced pecans Stuffed Flank Steak rolled with spinach pesto, proscuitto, and roasted red pepper; drizzled with a balsamic demi-glaze all entrees are served with starch & vegetable accompaniments such as… Garlic & Asiago Mashed Potatoes Idaho russets blended with roasted garlic, asiago cheese, fresh cream, and butter Bernaise Asparagus fresh steamed asparagus topped with a rich lemon bernaise sauce Rosemary Rolls from the Essential Baking Company; served with sweet cream butter Fourth Course you may choose one of the following desserts... Chocolate Mocha Obsession Raspberry Almond Flan White Chocolate Amaretto Cheesecake Along with our stunning meal selection, we have a superb sampling of alcoholic beverages, cocktails, and tobacco products, for your enjoyment. Drinks and Smokeables Earth draft beers Star Horde™, Proton!™, and Sim and Son's cider™. Fine Wines doux baiser™, Nebula Seven™, and Portland™. Whiskey and Bourbon options Razor Back™, Four Suns™, and The Traditional™ Smokeables Black Timberline™, White2™, Solar Pilgrim™. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Yin and Xin Lee Cho The Grand Ballroom The Grand Introduction Slowly, the main ballroom doors open up to the attendees, the staff outside un-roping the barriers set in place to grant access. As everyone begins filing in, the ballroom lights dim and a single spotlight is directed toward the Main Level stage. By the microphone, stands a single woman in a simplistic oriental styled dress. Her dark hair, short done-up, starkly contrasts her otherwise pale skin. Grinning long before the doors had been opened, the woman began speaking without hesitation. "Welcome... to the Sol's Jewel Grand Ballroom. This, on the final night of our voyage through the Sol System, you, our heroes and sponsors will be treated to a four course meal by our kitchen staff. I am sure you are all very familiar with their cooking!" A small well practiced laugh escaped the woman's lips before she continued. "As well as this, we offer you a very special treat. The well known performers Diana Caldwell and Ricky Raltz will entertain you as you eat." With that, the woman abruptly turns around and exits through the back stage. Almost instantly, the voice of what seems to be that very same woman calls from the grand stairwell headed to the first floor. A woman identical to the one who had just been on stage, speaks almost casually as she leans against the railing. "Feel free to take in the Grand Ballroom for all it is worth, dance, mingle, enjoy the food. It is all up to you, our heroes, of course. Our performers will take the stage soon, we at the Sol's Jewel wish for you a grand evening." With that, the woman makes her way up the stairwell, disappearing beyond the balcony portion of the first floor. Those who have been invited, and those who won the raffle to board, have already been tagged and alerted. This is a closed rp, with a few rules regarding dress code and such. If you are attending and have not yet read the Interest Check, please do so.
	"When my dragons are grown, we will take back what was stolen from me and destroy those who wronged me! We will lay waste to armies and burn cities to the ground!"
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Llau • Momma Llau Administrator Posts: 2,212 Likes: 508 Gender: Female	Post by Llau on Feb 18, 2015 23:05:42 GMT -6 Michelangelo Moretti ONI Section III Field Operator The Grand Ballroom Socially Awkward Italian Penguin SPOILER: Click to show What Mike's wearing Ugh. He really didn't like big events like this, but it wasn't every day where he was invited to an expensive cruise like the Sol's Jewel. Never thought he would set foot on this type of ship. It's been kinda fun so far, but wasn't really mingling with anyone; rather, trying not to. He quietly sat at the bar on the second level, lightly holding a glass of Razor Back between his hands, which was his third glass since he arrived. The real reason he was here, was he hoped no one would bother asking him to head down to dance on the first level. He really didn't want to because he really didn't know how to dance, and didn't want to embarrass himself, like trip or step on someone's foot, or...worse. He shuddered a bit, picking up the glass and downing a bit of the strong alcoholic beverage, and then sitting it back down on the bar counter-top. Well, at least he knew how to dress himself. That's one thing he knew he was good at...other than drinking and eating. Speaking of eating...well, maybe later. Maybe I should drink a lot, then I can be so drunk off my ass that no one would ask me to dance, he thought. Smirking, he drank some more of the Razor Back, and finished it completely before asking the bar tender for another glass. "Yeah, I'd like another on the rocks, please. Thanks." He sat there, watching as the bar tender nodded at his request, and grabbed a clean glass from underneath the bar, and filled it with ice cubes and poured more of the Razor Back, and then rested it in front of Moretti. The Italian slid it closer to himself after drinking a little of it.
	( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ▄︻̷̿┻̿═━一 (ʘᗩʘ') "Yes, yes. Hiss, hiss, glare, glare, click, click, cheep, cheep, and all that." "It’s actually impossible to measure how many fucks I give because there is no device sensitive enough to register such a tiny amount." - Michelangelo Moretti
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Daenerys Targaryen • Mother of Dragons Veteran Posts: 1,393 Likes: 118	Post by Daenerys Targaryen on Feb 18, 2015 23:06:31 GMT -6 Diana Caldwell The Grand Ball Backstage Prep SPOILER: Click to show The backstage was bustling as assistants and make-up artists busied themselves around Diana. To most, the bustle might have seemed a bit much, she was sure her parents wouldn't understand if they had been able to see it. People applied make-up to her face as others curled her hair, all while several others put finishing touches on her dress. Though, much like a beehive, what may seem like chaos was actually organized in an almost beautiful way. As she sat in her chair, staring into her vanity, she caught glimpses of Marcus going through the same exact treatment. She had never bothered to ask if he was comfortable with the bustle of the back stage, then again, she had never bothered to ask a lot of things about him. "Diana, lips match the nails?" Asked one of the make-up artists in a hurried voice, holding up a tube of lipstick to her face. Gently, Diana shook her head, and just as quickly as she entered her view, the make-up artist exited. "Marcus, you have the order memorized, right?" The starlet doubted her voice could be heard over the sheer number of bodies moving about, so with a click wave of her hands she shooed those attending to her away. In almost an instant, a pocket of space appeared around her, and Diana was able to gaze fully at her own reflection. "Hmm." An approving smile spread across her face as she stood from her seat. Her shoes clicked against the wooden flooring's veneer as she turned around and made her way to the other side of the room. Much like moses, the sea of people parted and allowed her to move without being touched. That brought her the biggest smile, if anything. "You look handsome, as usual." She offered, delicately placing her hands on his shoulders. As if a light blinked over her head, Diana removed her hands from Marcus' shoulders and reached toward a small vile on the inside of her waist belt. Retrieving it, she unscrewed the cap and stuck the nail of her right pinky finger inside, retrieving a small bit of white powder. Flashing Marcus a devlish grin from his viewpoint in the mirror, Diana brought the pinky up to her nose and breathed in sharply. Involuntary wrenching her head back, Diana let out a small laugh and wiped the lower portion of her nose with the same finger. "And how do I look?"
	"When my dragons are grown, we will take back what was stolen from me and destroy those who wronged me! We will lay waste to armies and burn cities to the ground!"
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Cheddar • It Ain't Easy Being Cheesy. Veteran Posts: 88 Likes: 6	Post by Cheddar on Feb 19, 2015 7:01:01 GMT -6 Maxen Titus ODST Corporal The Grand Ballroom Maxen had been on the Jewel for three days now and yet he still found things to marvel at. He looked around at the finery and oppulance on display in the Ballroom. Every inch of the Sol's Jewel was covered in ornate decorations and the ballroom was no different. The column to his left, for example, probably cost more than he'd made over the past four years of his enlistment. He smiled at that. I'm too poor to afford a column. Yet somebody, somewhere, had the money to commission about four hundred of them to scatter all over the ship. He smiled and looked around for someone he knew. The Corporal didn't expect to find anyone but he looked anyway, just in case. A large crowd of people, their clothes a sea of colors mixed with the staple black and white tuxedos, filled the room. He studied them, not just the crowd they made, but the people themselves. They were all clean, well groomed, possessed flawless skin and wore jewelry alight with reflected brilliance from the several massive chandeliers hanging overhead. They looked like they belonged, like part of the decorations. Something else to be marveled at. Maxen didn't see any familiar faces so he looked away. A couple people joined him at the bar, though they gave him space. He nodded and waved in a friendly manner. The gesture was returned by the folks that looked at him but aside from that, the corporal was left alone. He glanced down at his drink before taking a sip. The three ice cubes swimming around in the amber liquid were smaller than the last time he'd checked. The Corporal shook his head, amused that he'd been nursing the drink long enough to notice the ice melting in it and took a sip. It trickled down his throat, it's burn was almost nonexistent. Just a smooth, full flavor that appealed to his tastebuds. He set the glass down and listened as the ice cubes clinked around. The Jewel had every comfort one could imagine. The sumptuous food, drinks of every kind, all designed to pamper and comfort the people who partook of it. It was almost enough to make him forget there was a war going on. But not quite. He shook his head to clear those thoughts. This event was for them specifically because there was a war going on. Maxen decided he should at least try to enjoy himself, the marine knew that he'd be thrown back into the fight soon enough. So, resigned to enjoy himself, Maxen thought about his experience thus far. On the Sol's Jewel they'd wanted for nothing. In addition to the consumables, there was also the fact that nothing was on fire, no one was shooting at him, and he'd been able to take a hot, honest-to-God, shower, all of which were highly appealing to him. He supposed that at such a high society social function he should have been more concerned about things besides showers and the lack of explosions but still, he appreciated it. So, he sat back in his seat and continued to watch the crowd. Soon, he felt, the tempo would pick up as more and more people came in. When that happened, he decided he would mingle. If he made a fool of himself somehow, who'd care? The event ended in a day. He decided to risk it.

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TinCanHitman • The Shark Veteran Posts: 1,836 Likes: 123	Post by TinCanHitman on Feb 19, 2015 13:34:01 GMT -6 Marcus 'Ricky Raltz' Bohannon The Grand Ball Backstage drama SPOILER: Click to show Marcus was sitting in the midst of backstage chaos, trying to ignore the loud buzz of the people working on him. Marcus detested this part of the process, getting makeup applied and his hair worked on, he felt like a doll. Every now and again he'd catch a glance of Diana through his mirror, seeing her bask in the attention. Marcus had been slowly growing weary of every thing, the constant traveling with Diana had finally started to take it's toll, not only physically, but mentally. Things he had original found cute and endearing had quickly stagnated into agitation. Marcus caught the end of something Diana said but didn't strain himself to much to hear her. He just instead focused on not yelling at his attendants. The fact he wanted to yell at them made him feel odd, a sort of sick realization that he'd been having. He used to be a quiet, shy, and nice, at least he thought. Now he seemed angry at every thing, a slight simmer that had been building up over time, and it was finally getting to a critical mass. He gave out an angry hiss when one of the people working on him accidentally poked his neck with the sharp part of a comb. He shot her a glance, but she was already busy working on his hair before he could even say any thing. And as suddenly as it had started, it stopped, every one parting away from him. He felt Diana's hands rest on his shoulders, and he almost smiled. A lot of the anger he was feeling moments ago was pushed a side for a brief moment as he remembered how pretty she was. Suddenly his anger was doubled as she reached into her belt and pulled a vile from her belt. Marcus stood, pulling away from her with a disgusted face. "Of course." he said, rolling his eyes and walking away from her. Not wanting to be near her any more. Teyo Triste Hero's Ball Working... Teyo sighed as he took a long drag from his cigarette, finally being on break and taking a rest. He had been run ragged to get the main hall in order for the big UNSC hoopla, and it was driving him insane. The UNSC upper echelon basking in their own glory of a losing war. Rich people from the inner colonies always seemed to find a reason to celebrate. Even though here soon the covenant could be on their very door step. Either way it wasn't Teyo's business, he was just a head engineer on the ship. One of Teyo's close friends and worker Miguel came over to him. "Teyo, all the stuff is place, even that extra stuff you asked me to throw behind the counter is there in case it's needed." Teyo nodded and sighed, snubbing the cig and tossing it in a can. "Alright, good. We've still gotta set up the power panel for the stage lights, it's apparently been messing up." Teyo said, walking over and giving Miguel a friendly punch. "A dog's work is never done, friend."
	The darkest souls are not those which choose to exist within the hell of the abyss, but those which choose to break free from the abyss and move silently among us.
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Cabel • Cabel: Um UNSC Guru Posts: 923 Likes: 76	Post by Cabel on Feb 19, 2015 14:25:03 GMT -6 [Inner Colonies: Sol System: Orbit of Jupiter: Day 4: Sol‘s Jewel: Grand Ballroom: Captain Mark “Spade“ Seamus Sorelson: 120th MEU: Operation: R&R] Looking around the expansive ballroom, the Seattle born Marine hadn‘t been able to believe his eyes. The amount of people in their finest dinner attire, with more than a few dress blues denoting marines and the dress uniforms representing both the Navy, Air Force and Army seemed an almost perfect illusion of a system that hadn’t been touched by the depredations of the war. The Covenant, even the Insurrectionists, had been more of a piqued fascination to most of the CEOs, resource magnates, high-rollers and others that had remained perched before a vid-screen or played golf on some exclusive country club’s putting green somewhere. Perhaps when he’d been younger and more naïve, a PR gathering such as this might have given him some incentive to enjoy himself. Now, it was only a reminder of what they fought for and a reminder as to an age old notion reinforced albeit wrongly by well-wishers and the misguided that the galaxy had been a place where common interests held sway over any conflict and where white-picket fences were the result of well laid plans. Although, he‘d at least enjoy the company. An opportunity to visit his home system after so many years away had been something he hadn‘t been able to pass up, and the fact that so many had put together this elegant event aboard the space liner Sol‘s Jewel along with gourmet food which for all intents and purposes, if only by definition, beat out the typical field-rations he‘d ingested in the last few series of rapid deployments in the Tranquilitas Beta System. It‘s not that he hadn‘t the stomach for field rations or that they lacked tasted at least as far as he‘d been concerned, but sometimes having a warm meal that hadn‘t been cooked by a field stove or from a mess tin had been in order. His own officer's dress blues, with each protocol and down to the immaculate trim, couldn’t have been a more stark a contrast from the BDUs, ballistics plates and fatigues if he‘d tried. Prior to his arrival, he‘d taken the time to shave even the lightest of stubbles that had somehow evaded his notice in the field and had taken the time to polish the titanium prosthetic leg having gone over it searching out even the slightest imperfection not that there‘d been a chance to have worn swim-trunks or even shorts on this particular trip. He doubted his family, and his parents had even known or been given word he‘d been given the prosthetic limb in place of his own former leg. The dress blue trousers hid the prosthetic limb nicely, letting the high-rollers, CEOs to go along with their blissful lives unaware of the cost of a war that for all they cared could have been a thousand lightyears away. He missed the M6B he’d personally purchased, with the nickel-plating finish and the custom grip, but as this had been a formal event the only firearms present had been those in the ship’s armory and those used by the ship’s security he'd been forced to store it with his other belongings in his private quarters on Reach. He'd almost expected the USO, or rather the UNSC’s equivalent of the USO to have tracked down his family and had allowed them to come aboard for a bit of a family reunion since he wouldn’t be setting foot on Earth again until the war’s conclusion either in a box under a six foot plot or on his own two feet. He’d earnestly hoped for the latter. The Marine Corps had been his home, his family and his occupation for his entire adult life, and so seeing Earth, that sphere of blue and green had almost seemed an odd dream. Though, even if his family hadn’t had the time to visit him aboard the Sol’s Joy, he’d at least send them some gifts he’d picked out at the P/X on Reach and a few vid-letters he’d taken the time to record. Taking a seat at one of the tables in one of the regular chairs rather than a cushioned affair that for all intents and purposes gave the feeling someone aboard had been a practical joker when they were a kid and placed a woopi-cushion in his chair. He wasn‘t a high-roller, or a bigwig, only a marine. His meal order hadn‘t been filled out yet, and some of the choices on the menu had been too vegan for his tastes except for a few selections. He‘d ordered the Crab Cakes in the First Course, with the Classic Caprese Salad for the Second Course followed by the Stuffed Flank Steak which had seemed reasonable with a side of Garlic Asiago Mashed Potatoes and for desert he’d gone with White Chocolate Amaretto Cheesecake and a bottle of Razor Back Bourbon. Albeit, he’d probably be spending the next month working off the entire gourmet meal once they returned back to the front-lines, but for now he’d at least enjoy it. He’d been told that the bourbon would have been served in a glass, he’d chosen to go with a bottle instead since there hadn’t been that many opportunities even for officers to have indulged in non-watered down alcohol not that he’d over-indulge. He knew his limits, at least. The barracks cover, a peaked hat, lay on the table next to him as he tried to relax a little even while sitting with his back straight.

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MrKill • The Site dad Guardian Posts: 6,061 Likes: 604 Gender: Male	Post by MrKill on Feb 19, 2015 15:05:50 GMT -6 Colonel Johnathon Killinger On Leave... ... on the Sol's Jewel John and his wife, Beth, sat on the third floor looking down onto the main dance floor; they had been discussing various topics over the last three years, catching up and talking about life and their children. Last time he heard about his boys they had been deployed handfuls of light years away from each other. John had no doubt they were staying in contact, but only Travis had made an effort to reach John from time to time. It both hurt and tortured John that Kyle had been ignoring him. Anna had been progressing well in her local job. It would be nice if John's daughter joined him and John knew Jennifer was on leave as well, being as his daughter served in the same unit as John commanded, and knew she had also received a invitation. "Babe," John said; gently drinking down the 'Razor Back' beverage he had ordered. "Tell me something. In the last message you sent me before leave you mentioned something about the house, what was it?" Beth took a minute to think about her answer, and John knew she was thinking for a particular answer. "Our house is a nice house, honey, but I don't like living in New Alexandria. Our kids are grown up, I think it's time to sell the house and move to the outskirts. I want to see some damn trees, real trees, not just sporadic scenery." John could understand. "Then we sell it," John said. He would miss the house, he had owned it at a young age, but he knew Beth was right. It was time for something new. "Use the money we get from that to purchase a lot and build a house near the forest, if we can." John added. "Our house isn't worth that much," Beth replied. "But we could buy in the area I'm sure." John knew that if Beth did buy a new house it would be her purchase. In two weeks John would be back with the Marines. Though he liked not having to move a house that used to have six occupants from one location to another, he felt disconnected from his family. Beth and John had gotten lucky, they had a stable income and a roof over their head that they owned.

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David • Guardian Posts: 2,313 Likes: 507	Post by David on Feb 19, 2015 17:37:39 GMT -6 Admiral Dave Vardy On Leave On the cruise ship SOL's Jewel As Dave walked through the doors into the grand hall, He raised an eyebrow appreciativly at the decorations and layout for what was promising to be a night of fun, relaxation and maybe some women. Who knew. David had shown up without a date. He didn't feel the need to and frankly, He was looking forward to not having to look after someone else tonight. This was an evening devoted solely to him and whatever happened, would happen. As he looked around, He saw many members of UNSC Brass around, Cigars stuffed in their face and David decided he would not be an exception. He had forgotten his Sweet Williams back in his hotel room, So he had gone and purchased some from the shop that was there and was now in the process of lighting up a Black Pilgrim. He bit off the one end, Eschewing the clipper they had offered, and lit it up, Puffing a couple of times to keep the cigar lit. After he finished lighting his cigar, Dave put away the lighter and was going to head towards the crowded area where many of the Brass were sitting, Smoking and drinking, some with women on their lap But Dave decided he'd much rather have a drink down at the bar and so, With a crisp turn of his heel, He spun around and headed to the Bar at the Third level. As he walked down, He was confronted by a couple of ladys, eager to chat up the old man but Dave waved them away with a smirk and a cocky wink. There would be time for guilty pleasures later Dave decided. Approaching the bar, He noticed a gentleman sipping on some liquor. The mans posture and demeanor screamed that he didn't want to be there and frankly, to quote an ancient earth term, Looked like a "Socially ackward penguin." Indeed as the gentleman was dressed in a lovely tuxedo, the penguin aspect seemed to suit him to a T. Looking at the bartender, David slapped down some credits and said "I'll have a Four Suns. Neat." and waited as the bartender nodded, slapped down a glass from under the bar and poured what David saw was a nice generous measure. He grabbed the glass, smiled at the Bartender and then looked at the ackward looking man. "To a fun night." David toasted, Before downing his drink in one gulp. Looking back at the bartender, he nodded for another. ... It was going to be a good night.

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Doc the Mother of Dragons • Site Medic Veteran Posts: 128 Likes: 18 Gender: Female	Post by Doc the Mother of Dragons on Feb 19, 2015 20:13:11 GMT -6 SPOILER: Click to show Amelia O'Connel Award Winning Reporter The Sol's Jewel Grand Ballroom Amelia entered the ballroom alone, only accompanied by her hover camera, the small device hovered just over her shoulder, ready to record the evenings events in video while Amelia herself took notes on the small data pad she always carried. The comapny she worked for was not too keen on paying such an outragous ammount for a three day ticket so Amelia could get on board the ship; she honestly was here for one reason, to get an interveiw with the very famous Diana Caldwell; so far she had avoided the press and even while on the ship the young lady had managed to avoid Amelia at all costs. It had proven to be rather frustrating. So since she couldn't get to her first target Amelia spent her time exploring and writing about the Luxary ship she was on (it was one of the terms of her company buying her a ticket), the common public would totally eat up any and all infomation about the ship; they always loved reading about how people with money lived. As she looked around the beautiful room she made sure her camera recorded just how beautiful everything was, she knew from talking to a crew member that the V.I.P's would be up on the higher levels, Amelia made a mental note to try and get up there later on in the evening, for now she would mix and mingle with everyone else, you never know who you'd see. SPOILER: Click to show What Sam looks like this evening...except her lower right arm is a robo arm.. HN Samantha Jackson The Sol's Jewel Put on your party dress.. Samantha boarded the cruise ship knowing her cousin Diana was on board, she knew Diana's career had taken off considerably since the last time Sam saw her, which was almost two years ago. The two cousins had stayed close but it was hard when one was a very popular singer/actress/diva and the other was busy in the Marines. Still, it was nice to see family, and it was really nice to have a few days to relax. Though her relaxation was Diana's version and included everything from mani-pedi's to facials to some long soak in a mud bath (she didn't ask what it was, it was apparently good for your skin and it looked like mud). The morning of the Ball, Sam and Diana met up after breakfast and the topic of what they were wearing that evening came up (it was more so about what Sam was wearing over Diana's outfit). The next hour was filled with yelling, rude comments about her (Sam's) robo arm being freaky and Diana's nose job making her look like a shrew and maybe a shoe being thrown. After Sam threatened to break Diana's nose job, the two of them calmed down. Turns out her cousin wanted to pay for Sam to get a very expensive flash clone of her lower arm but Sam refused. This of course led to Diana dramatically crying, both real and fake tears begging Sam to at least help her pick out an outfit for that evening, Jackson had no choice but to agree. The dress they decided on was one of Diana's old ones, apparently she had only worn it once to some movie stars party, and since she never wore anything twice, she gladly gave it to Samantha. It was a little bit more low cut than what she prefered, but the color was nice, it looked like a dark blue, like dark dark blue. Later on in the day Diana sent one of her many aids to do both her hair and makeup, so combined with the dress and a necklace Diana grabbed at one of the little boutiques on board, Sam really looked the part. The only visible thing setting her apart from the other rich people was the prostetic taking place of her lower right arm. Samantha entered the ballroom behind a red head in a rather ugly dress; she knew she was a reporter by the litle hover camera floating over her shoulder. As the reporter went right, Sam went left, she watched the woman speaking on stage, telling the crowd what the night had in store. She couldn't help the small smile going across her face at the mention of Diana, she had heard recordings of her singing but never have had the chance to hear her live. The asian woman finished speaking and a few members of the crowd clapped for a moment before turning back to thier conversation. A passing waiter carrying a tray of glasses of champagne stopped and offered her one, Sam took with a gracious nodd. As she wandered around she sipped the bubbly drink and eventually made her way up to the second floor. She was glad to see an actual bar, and more UNSC people mingling rather than the big wigs. Seting her glass on a passing waiters tray she went to the bar and took a seat beside a guy sitting there, Sam glanced down at his drink and looked up to the bartender, "I'll have one of those please." she said nodding to the guy beside her, "Having fun?" she asked once she had recieved her drink.
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Llau • Momma Llau Administrator Posts: 2,212 Likes: 508 Gender: Female	Post by Llau on Feb 19, 2015 21:49:45 GMT -6 Michelangelo Moretti ONI Section III Field Operator The Grand Ballroom A familiar face Tag(s): Doc the Mother of Dragons He glanced up from his drink, forcing a small smile when Vardy spoke to him, and murmured a half-hearted, but sarcastic "Yay" as he lifted his drink off of the counter-top briefly, before downing most of the burning liquid. He chuckled lightly, looking away as he sat the glass down again, and started wishing he could place buoys around him to keep people from trying to talk to him. He was starting to think sitting at the bar was a bad idea, and wondered where the people he actually knew were hanging around at in the ball room. He gazed up at the large mirror that was behind the two bar tenders who were working the bar, and used it to look behind him to see what was going on, instead of physically turning around to take a look. He was about to continue nursing the rest of his drink that was still in his glass, when he heard a woman telling the bar tender to have what he was having. He glanced over at her, saying, "It's Razor Back," he told her, "It's pretty good." The operator nearly did a double take though when he realized who she was. He remembered her from the mission he was on last month. "Oh. Hey..." He titled his head to the side somewhat, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he remembered what her name was. "Sam...antha...Samantha, right? Samantha...Jackson?" He smiled. "I remember you. Though...hard to forget someone who pretty much gave me much needed first-aid...huh." He shrugged his shoulders slightly. "As for having fun...? I don't know. I guess. Big social events aren't exactly my thing." He then asked, "You?"
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Daenerys Targaryen • Mother of Dragons Veteran Posts: 1,393 Likes: 118	Post by Daenerys Targaryen on Feb 19, 2015 23:05:26 GMT -6 Diana Caldwell The Grand Ball Backstage Prep A small sigh escaped Diana's lips as Marcus stomped off. She really had no idea what had gotten into him, it was as if something had been bugging him for the past month, and it was just now starting to come to a head. A few of the make-up artists and assistants shot Diana meek looks. They wouldn't dare cast her a gaze of disapproval, but Diana could feel the tension in the area already coming to a boil. "Marcus.." She called, her voice cooing yet demanding at the same time. By now, he had made his way to the other side of the dressing room, parting the sea of assistants like that one guy with the beard. "Hmpf." Diana protested indignantly, as she made her way toward him. His back was of course turned to her, so she simply chose to pull him into a full hug from behind, wrapping her arms around his waist as she did so. "Oh Marcus, oh Marcus." Diana began to sing a little song into his ear, just the way she did when they had first met, back when they were teenagers. "What's wrong..?" She snuggled her head into his shoulder. Her doe eyes might have worked, but he wasn't looking at her yet. Somewhere off in the distance, one of her assistants called out a general announcement that the guests were now being let in, and the stage would be prepped for their performance within the hour. Diana could just imagine the chefs in the kitchens that surrounded the Ball Room, working their tails off as much as her assistants did in here. Valerie Cayla Jakande ONI Deputy Director The Grand Ball Valerie had never been one for attention, she very much preferred working in her office back on Reach, but when the Admiralty had had extended an invitation to the ball to her, she knew she had to go. Appearances where everything, after all, even in the Office of Naval Intelligence. The game played there of course was far more riskier and deadly, but this could prove to be just as interesting. The past four days had been exquisite, she had to admit. She received her benefits from working in ONI, but she tied her life around her work for a reason. Tonight, the escort at her side was Agent Ryker, who seemed as equally as stiff and uncomfortable in her arms she she was in his. She, of course, had ordered him to come along with her. There were few agents around her age that she had a firm grasp on, and of course when the opportunity had presented himself she had taken it. "All these years and the cat's out of the bag. Even when ordered too, Agent Ryker won't wear a tie." Valerie stated coolly, as the two entered the Grand Ballroom. He had his stubborn side, she would grant him that. "We're heading up to the fourth floor for bottle service. I assume you know your liquor well, you will be the one talking to the waiter." A woman walked by her, someone she new from New Alexandria. A laugh immediately tore from her lips as she patted Ryker on the shoulder. "Oh dear." As the woman passed, her face turned back to its deadpan state. "Try to smile next time." As they neared the fourth floor, a small pudgy man with a face that bespoke an unearned sense of power loomed near the roped off entrance. He asked for their tickets, and Valerie shot him the iciest stare she could muster. "Do you know who I am?" She asked in her shrill voice. Of course he didn't, but he still nodded and un-roped the gate regardless. An artificial smile crept onto her face, and she tugged Ryker onto the fourth floor. "Where would you like to sit?" She asked, the smile still present. Sergeant Felicity Nora ODST Hiding behind a tall drink SPOILER: Click to show This was Felicity's first drink in the Grand Ballroom, but it certainly wouldn't be her last. The stares she had gotten at basic upon joining up were bearable, but the recognition of those on this luxury cruise were almost too much. She had been a model for a very long time, after all, and recognizing half of the faces herself were even worse. Rich men, who often fraternized with her father at parties back on Cascade had somehow found themselves here, and she knew at some point tonight that one of those old men would recognize her and approach her. Her whole squad hadn't been able to come with, of course, though she was sure her Corporal Maxen Titus had boarded. They had gotten their tickets on the same day, after all, but both had different ways of getting there. Felicity had the pleasure of taking a shuttle that stopped at Cascade for refueling. She was able to spend about two hours with her parents. They were not thrilled with her life choices, they never had been. Though, they had enjoyed her visit, even if she wasn't the most important thing in their lives anymore. That depressing thought was washed away with another gulp of liquor. If she was going to enjoy herself tonight, should would at least have to surround herself with people she did know. Luckily enough, after a few minutes glancing around the main floor of the ballroom, Felicity spotted Maxin at the other bar. "Max!" She called out, over the voices of the hundreds of guests pouring into room. She was sure he hadn't heard her, so instead of waving him over, she simply grabbed her glass and made her way over to him. If he hadn't noticed her yet, she hoped he would now. Cheddar
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Doc the Mother of Dragons • Site Medic Veteran Posts: 128 Likes: 18 Gender: Female	Post by Doc the Mother of Dragons on Feb 19, 2015 23:22:48 GMT -6 HN Samantha Jackson The Sol's Jewel Grand Ballroom Not so awkward penguin Tag: Llau "Sam...antha...Samantha, right? Samantha...Jackson?" Sam held back a laugh as the ONI agent tried to remember her name, though she didn't laugh she did smile. Once he finally got it out she nodded and took a sip from her glass, the amber liquid burning its way down her throat, it was an expensive liquor, and usually she went for the cheaper options, but indulging in the finer things was also fun. "I remember you. Though...hard to forget someone who pretty much gave me much needed first-aid...huh." at that remark she did let out a laugh, "Well when someone is as stubborn as you were and did not seem to want to stop moving when he should have been, I bet it is hard to forget." She still didn't quiet figure out how Mike managed to keep moving as long as he did with the extent of injuries he had but he did, and while she admired his tenacity, she also remembered geting frustrated by the trait at the same time. "As for the fun part. I've been having a good few days, been nice to relax and do nothing." She turned on her stool to face the room more, her left arm resting on the bar, "Now these social events," she took another sip of her drink, "I just figured they are a nice way to enjoy a few beverages on someone else's tab, so they are not so terrible." she added with a smile.
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Llau • Momma Llau Administrator Posts: 2,212 Likes: 508 Gender: Female	Post by Llau on Feb 19, 2015 23:48:27 GMT -6 Michelangelo Moretti ONI Section III Field Operator The Grand Ballroom Tag(s): Doc the Mother of Dragons He laughed quietly when she mentioned how stubborn he was during that time, taking a sip from his glass, and then turned around on his stool to face her. "Yeah..." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Sorry about that. It's just...I had to take care of things. I couldn't just...you know...let someone else do it." He chuckled a little again, shaking his head as he avoided eye contact for a moment, while resting his arm on the bar too; copying her without even realizing it. "Hmm, relaxing and doing nothing is nice to do," He fixed his eyes on her face after looking at what she was wearing. He nodded in agreement. "No. No, it's not so terrible when you put it that way." He smiled, feeling buzzed from the strong liquor, but was still not drunk enough to not make himself look like an idiot. Or at least he hoped. "Nice dress, by the way. Looks really beautiful on you." Smiling, he looked around the room when he caught himself staring at her longer than he should.
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Cheddar • It Ain't Easy Being Cheesy. Veteran Posts: 88 Likes: 6	Post by Cheddar on Feb 20, 2015 6:40:10 GMT -6 SPOILER: Click to show Maxen's Outfit (forgot to include it earlier) Maxen Titus ODST Corporal Grand Ballroom Happy to see a friendly face Maxen swore he heard someone call him but in the din created by all the people flooding the room he just couldn't make it out. He looked around, straining to see someone who might be looking for him. He wondered where Sergeant Felicity Nora had gone. He'd seen her right before they departed, leaving with a promise to find each other once they got on the Jewel but so far he hadn't seen her. He continued his search, panning his gaze around the room until he finally saw her. He found himself with a big grin plastered across his face. Nora was one of the best sergeants he'd ever met and absolutely solid under pressure. She was an excellent leader but that's not what he noticed at the moment. Sometimes he forgot that his sergeant had been a model before joining the service. When they were in the shit and had all their gear on, she was just one of them. Covered in every foul thing a marine could be covered in. But here, she most certainly didn't just look like one of the guys. Even the few scars she had were masterfully covered up, he knew their general area but he found he couldn't see any of them. Maxen decided to pick his jaw off the floor and go see her. "Felicity, there you are!" He grinned, as she moved out from the crowd of people surrounding her and fully revealed her outfit for the night. "You look incredible. I think you should just wear this to work occasionally, make the drop bay a little more inviting." He knew that after all they'd been through, he could joke around with her, especially on leave. He stood up and motioned towards the seat next to him. "We won't stay here all night, but I figured it was a good place to start."

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David • Guardian Posts: 2,313 Likes: 507	Post by David on Feb 20, 2015 22:28:23 GMT -6 SPOILER: Click to show (Forgot to post earlier.) Admiral Dave Vardy On Leave On the cruise ship SOL's Jewel At the Bar Grinning at the Officer, David then saw the young lady start a conversation with him, So he took that as his cue to leave. He had considered making the officer squirm a bit more, As he was most definitely out of his element but he decided he wasn't going to be that mean. Taking his drink with him, David started milling around with the rest of the officers in the top floor. Looking at most of them, There were generals and Admirals like himself, plus other Captains and such, But They bored Dave. All they ever talked about was work. What about the simpler things in life? Like... for example that lovely young lady over by the punch bowl, Looking lost in her thoughts. And with a smile, David wandered over to the young lady. Grabbing a cup, He poured her a cup of punch and said "Whats a pretty young lady like you doing in a big-wig convention like this" Looking at the Admiral with a sweet smile, She took the cup appreciativly and gestured for Dave to follow. "To be honest, I'm just here as a date for one of the Generals over there." She said, Nodding in the direction of what looked like a man who was definitely enjoying the liquor, Weaving to and fro. "Not much excitement to be honest." Grinning, Dave gestured for her to sit in one of the copious chairs that dotted the floor. He then sat down, crossed his legs and took a long draw on the cigar he was smoking. Then, puffing out a smoke ring, He put the cigar down on one of the cigar holders. Looking at her, David said "So. Whats your name, Darlin?" Deciding for a "Texan Drawl" that he had heard when he was young, listening to old radio.

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Doc the Mother of Dragons • Site Medic Veteran Posts: 128 Likes: 18 Gender: Female	Post by Doc the Mother of Dragons on Feb 20, 2015 23:05:57 GMT -6 HN Samantha Jackson The Sol's Jewel The Grand Ballroom Tag: Llau "Mhm, you taking care of things." she replied with a smirk, "I seem to remember someone falling on his face when he thought he could "take care of it"." Sam actually did the little air quotes with her finers when she said this. His complement caught her off guard and she honestly did not know how to respond; she could feel a blush working its way up her face, "Heh, thanks" she said reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear only to realize that she had her hair pulled back so there was nothing to tuck. Samantha quickly put her hand back in her lap and looked at Mike, "It's my cousins, she insisted I wear it. I guess when you can afford the high life giving away a dress like this isn't a bother." she laughed nervously and took a sip from her almost empty glass, "You don't look too bad yourself Mr. Moretti; very dashing. Good change of scenery."
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Faclan • Everyone's Favorite Space Chicken Moderator Posts: 3,194 Likes: 582 Gender: Male	Post by Faclan on Feb 21, 2015 3:11:02 GMT -6 Tags: Currently no-one as Chris is being a ONI loner weirdo :3 Christopher John Hyde. ONI Section I Scientist, Xeno-Linguist. Grand Ballroom, at a side table. Pouring over his nerd notes. Normally, though when were things ever normal these days, Chris would resent the typical ONI sterotype of sitting in a shadowy corner plotting evil things. Or sitting in said corner reading about some poor murdered individuals for some greater good. Or sitting in the corner lining up sights on someone. Though while Chris was in a shadowy corner with his back to the wall he was doing none of those things; as he had no weapon, the poor individuals were not dead, and he wasn't plotting anything. Instead he was reading and making many notes on the wealth of new information that ONI had received from their most recent 'Information containers'. Thankfully the dark corner wasn't so dark that Chris couldn't write but his potion made it so that people would have a really hard time to see what he was doing as he kept writing on one of the two notepads he had in front of himself. One mostly transscripted from the meeting with the sources and the other with Chris's notes on the transcript. The ONI having been filling up the second notebook nearly every chance he had during this cruise, and only met with Mike a few times during it and talked with a few other people on the way. Mostly he had just been enjoying the food, drink, and comfort of the cruise while his mind was full of wonder of what all this information meant about the species in question. Chris currently in the ONI dress uniform with two glasses of ice water at his table as well, the agent aware of when people got too close to him but was otherwise lost in the kind of work he just loved. Taking new information about an alien species and speculating on what it meant for their culture and history.
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LaxKnight • Exterminatus Extraordinaire! Veteran Posts: 685 Likes: 141	Post by LaxKnight on Feb 21, 2015 19:12:51 GMT -6 CPL Toby ‘Mick’ McMillian Jr. 153rd ODST The Sol’s Jewel, Grand Ballroom, Main Floor So Fancy Tag(s): Llau, Doc the Mother of Dragons Mick was never a fan of formal or fancy events. He would much rather be at the pub or restaurant drinking with his friends and having a good time than stand awkwardly at a dance being forced to look good pretending to have fun. When he got the invitation he was immediately skeptical. Why would someone invite him to a fancy ball? He was a loud, unrefined Corporal of ODSTs. However he knew others also got the invite so it wasn’t a scam. He figured all of his times working for ONI finally amounted to something. At first the idea of attending a luxury cruise didn’t appeal to him but the more he thought about it, or more accurately thought about his girlfriend Valery Temple, the better the idea of going seemed. He took leave a little before the event so he can meet his girl and chill with her before they join the cruise. Their reunion was sweet, a classic scene of a warrior returning home, and that night was very ‘eventful’. The next day they grabbed their gear and headed out to the cruise. They last few days have been the funnest he had in a long time. Born in the Outer Colonies, Mick has never seen the crown jewel of Humanity and it really was a sight to behold, even from the windows of a spaceship. They had fun mocking the rich behind their backs, remarking on how their cooking was better, drinking at the bar, telling war stories, and overall being loud and obnoxious. During the last few days Mick realized several things. One was that rich people were most likely some bizarre form of vegetarian given the horrendous lack of meat in the menu. The second thing was that while he would have done all of these activities solo, they would be nowhere near as fun without Val. This lead into the third realization. He always loved her but he needed to make it official. He had to step up, be a man, and tell her he wanted to spend the rest of her life with her, no matter how short it may be. He patted the rounded box in his pocket in silent reassurance of his choice. Mick made sure his ODST Dress Uniform was in top shape today. Never having gone to any formal events in his life, this was the most formal thing he had. Besides he wasn’t afraid of showing his true colors unlike some of his comrades he saw here. He looked to his left to see Val, looking lovely in a simple yet beautiful white dress with her hair done in the way it was in the pin up sticker she gave him so anyone who remembered it would know Mick wasn’t lying when he was bragging about it. Val may not be the prettiest girl here but to Mick she was his jewel that he was ready to show off to everyone how wonderful she is. They approached the entrance, looked at each other, and they each gave a nod before they stepped out to the Ballroom. It was a magnificent display but the simple man cared little for such extravagant displays. He recognized a few people, like some of the ONI spooks he was with on the last mission and some of his fellow ODST that he didn’t know much about. Not immediately spotting anyone he particularly wanted to have a conversation with, Mick looked to Val. “Well the music ain’t going yet. Bar first?” he asked. “Just don’t take too many shots. Don’t want you stepping on my toes,” she replied with a sly smile then looked down at her heeled shoes in annoyance, “Especially in these things. God I don’t remember the last time I wore heels. Neither do my feet.” “Hey, drink enough and you won’t feel a thing,” he jested as he guided her to the bar. The comment was enough to invoke a small chuckle from her which made him smile. He loved hearing her laugh. He was so glad it came easily to her. Seeing Mick’s uniform, the bartender was there to greet them. “Can I interest you in one of our fine win…” “You got anything to help with heel tortured feet?” Mick interrupted. “Well...we have a large choice of liquors and…” “I want a beer please,” Val chimed in. God he loved this woman. “I think I may just know the thing…” the bartender said as he disappeared for only a moment before returning with a Star Horde in a glass. Val took a drink then said with a smile, “I think it’s working.” At that moment Mick noticed that one ONI spook they saved on his last mission talking to the medic they were with. He looked to Val then said, “Hey, remember that mission I wasn’t sure I can tell you about? Yeah it was about that guy over there.” He pointed out the man to her. Val then grabbed his hand and began leading Mick toward him. Such a move startled him. “What are you doing?” he asked. “I want to hear your war stories from someone else,” she said with a sly look on her face. By the point they reached the two they looked a little more normal. With a big smile on her face, Val looked to them and asked, “Sorry, are we intruding on a moment? I was wondering if I can ask you some things.” Trisha CEO of “Big Company” The Sol’s Jewel, Grand Ballroom, Main Level Laying Low and Looking For Loners Tag(s): Faclan SPOILER: Click to show While most of the big names and rich people came in through the VIP entrance upstairs with grand entrances marking their wake, Trisha came in through the main entrance relatively quietly like everyone else. She didn’t feel like talking to the press or pretending to care about some balloon headed rich person’s latest gossip. This ball was being held for the men and women of the UNSC after all. The others saw it as a way to up their status but Trisha saw it as something else. She saw it as an opportunity to talk them and see if there is a way she can help with their war against the aliens. While she had plenty of researchers and statistics to tell her, she needed to hear it for herself with first-hand accounts from brave men and women of the UNSC. Trisha didn’t see too many of the high profile civilians down here yet, though she did spot a reporter that would know who she was. In an effort to avoid being recognized yet, she stuck to the edges of the Ballroom. Clad in a simple black dress, sandals, and a leather jacket so she can have pockets (she hated never having pockets), she scanned the area to make sure she wasn’t going to be recognized. She didn’t want to stand out too much. She spied a long haired man in an ONI dress uniform seeming really engrossed in his data pad. Trisha approached the man then slid a chair as she took a seat in front of him. She waited for him to acknowledge her in some way and, once he failed to do so, said, “Must be interesting stuff. What are you doing?”
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Cabel • Cabel: Um UNSC Guru Posts: 923 Likes: 76	Post by Cabel on Feb 21, 2015 19:37:02 GMT -6 [Inner Colonies: Sol System: Orbit of Jupiter: Day 4: Sol‘s Jewel: Grand Ballroom: Captain Mark “Spade“ Seamus Sorelson: 7th MEU: Operation: R&R] Sipping from the bottle, he’d watch as the young couples and even many of the young service personnel filtered into the main ballroom below. The couples, both old and new, mixed with a few marine dress blues and the whites of the navy seemed happy at least or at least content to ignore the fact many of their dates for the evening would be heading back to the front lines in a few weeks. The indulgences of youth, he smirked. He hadn’t been a young man, of that age in decades though after a particularly hard mission it had felt a lifetime ago. “Why aren‘t you down there enjoying yourself?” a voice, a woman‘s voice rang out from behind him. “Let the young pups get it out of their system. This is their night,” Mark replied raising the bottle, and taking a sip from it. “You‘re not that old,” the voice said. “I‘m not a young man either,” he said. “I don’t think of you as an old man,” the voice replied, before a pair of arms wrapped around him and an elegant auburn-haired beauty with tasteful strands of grey amid still luscious locks slid onto his lap with both her legs hanging off the side of the chair while she faced her husband. She’d worn a tasteful dark blue evening gown with her hair worn freely, the tresses dangling off her shoulders and as she sat on the aging marine’s lap their lips pressed against each other. Mark had been surprised, as he hadn’t expected his wife to have attended. Setting the bottle of Razor Back Bourbon on the table, his arms slid around her after an absence of nearly eighteen years since his time as a Senior D.I. out of Ft. Lewis he wasn’t about to let her go and neither had she. After what seemed too short a moment, they broke off the kiss but kept in their embrace.

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Llau • Momma Llau Administrator Posts: 2,212 Likes: 508 Gender: Female	Post by Llau on Feb 21, 2015 20:22:43 GMT -6 Michelangelo Moretti ONI Section III Field Operator The Grand Ballroom Tag(s): Doc the Mother of Dragons, LaxKnight Moretti laughed quietly at the memory. "Yeah," He grinned, nodding. "I remember walking away, telling everyone I was fine, and then suddenly taking a very short nap. A few minutes I passed out, right?" He chuckled. "Then basically being a major stubborn dickhead to you...sorry." He grinned some more when he noticed her face blushing when he complimented her dress. "Or your cousin knows that you'd look much more beautiful in it than her." When she complimented him, he smiled warmly. "Why, thank you," he replied,"Yeah...it's uh," He paused, briefly rubbing at his hands and looking around before fixing his eyes on hers. "Probably the only other thing I excel in, besides my career, and well, eating and drinking. Heh." He picked up his glass and finished it, and then gazed down at the now empty, expensive looking crystal glass. He soon glanced up at her and asked, "So...Samantha. Did you eat yet?" He then turned around to look at the two people who approached him when Valery Temple asked him a question. He stared at her for a long moment, before slowly looking over at the ODST Corporal McMillian he met on Protector. His eyes darted back and forth as he slowly turned around on the bar stool to completely face them with a slightly bewildered, flustered look on his face before it faded into a deadpan stare. "Uhhh...sure?"
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John • The man... The Myth... The LEGEND! Novice Player Posts: 464 Likes: 28	Post by John on Feb 21, 2015 21:52:31 GMT -6 Captain Malcolm Walker Company C, 120th MEU On leave aboard the Sol's Jewel A Marine clad in his Dress Blues, several colourful stacks of ribbons pinned on the left side of his chest and the white peaked cap upon his head entered the ball room aboard the Sol's Jewel. Alongside him walked a brunette, wearing a simple crimson dress. And behind the pair were two younger ones. A man, barely, dressed in a black tuxedo behind his father, and a girl wearing an elegant purple dress behind her mother. Captain Walker was a Marine through and through. He'd given his life to the Corps, and for this he had been rewarded with two of the highest medals in the Military: The Navy Cross and the Silver Star. While his family always came second to the Corps, this didn't mean that he wouldn't go through hell for them. As the quartet moved further into the room, the officer turned to his wife. "Honey, why don't you and the kids go and enjoy yourselves. I have a little socializing to do." he said, before giving her a kiss on the cheek and walking away, towards the bar. "I'll have a scotch, neat please." he said to the bartender, who nodded and returned with his drink a few moments later. He spotted his friend, and fellow Company Commander among the crowd, talking to a woman. He decided to join him. "Good evening, Mark, Miss. How are you doing, mate? Enjoying this shore leave" he asked. TAG: Cabel Second Lieutenant Charles Callaghan 4th Platoon, Company C, 120th MEU On leave aboard the Sol's Jewel Charles, upon receiving his invitation to the cruise was excited. He'd won the luxury cruise. Exactly what he liked. On the other hand, he didn't feel like he had earned it. During his first deployment he'd messed up. No Marines were killed, he only got lost. For an officer that wanted to make a career and get out of the combat as quickly as possible, that was unacceptable, though. So as a punishment to himself, the Lieutenant had applied for the ODSTs, and was set to start training soon. Dressed in his Dress Blues, he entered the grand ballroom. He immediately spotted a familiar face. Could it be? Charles decided to move in for a closer look. A group of people, and the familiar face was still there. He kept approaching, but he couldn't put his finger on it. When he was finally a metre away from the lad, he knew it. It was his cousin, Toby whom he hadn't seen since they were little. He'd heard that Toby was an ODST now. What were the odds of them meeting again in exactly this place? "Toby!" he exclaimed in joy. "Fancy seeing you here, cousin! How have you been? Mother told me that you were an ODST. I've just applied, and will start training soon. Not long after the cruise, I figure." he said. TAG: LaxKnight
	Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds. 25. Never draw fire; it irritates everyone around you. 72. The complexity of a weapon is inversely proportional to the IQ of the weapon's operator. 80. The tough part about being an officer is that the troops don't know what they want, but they know for certain what they don't want. 86. A Purple Heart just proves that were you smart enough to think of a plan, stupid enough to try it, and lucky enough to survive.
The Hero's Ball (Closed RP) Posted Feb 21, 2015 21:52:31 GMT -6 Edited by John Feb 22, 2015 0:01:01 GMT -6 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top

Cabel • Cabel: Um UNSC Guru Posts: 923 Likes: 76	Post by Cabel on Feb 21, 2015 22:14:41 GMT -6 [Inner Colonies: Sol System: Orbit of Jupiter: Day 4: Sol‘s Jewel: Grand Ballroom: Captain Mark “Spade“ Seamus Sorelson: 120th MEU: Operation: R&R] “Good evening, Mark, Miss. How are you doing, mate? Enjoying this shore leave,” another voice rang out, one he‘d known belonged to the commander of Charlie Company of the 7th Marines. “Malcom, an honor. I’m enjoying myself, more than I’d planned. I’d like you to meet my wife, Alyssa. Alyssa, meet Captain Malcom Walker. He’s in charge of Charlie Company in our Regiment, and a fine officer,” Mark said, introducing both his wife and hoping the fellow Captain hadn’t felt out of place. Slowly, Alyssa slid off her husband’s lap straightening her gown and balancing herself on her feet before smiling at Malcolm and offering her hand. “An honor, Captain. It’s reassuring the Regiment has such fine officers, and to keep my husband from getting into any undo trouble. I’m Alyssa, Mark’s wife of thirty-years,” Alyssa introduced herself, in a professional though warm manner. She’d been surprised when the people that had put together the Ball had contacted her with details pertaining to her husband’s being invited, and the UNSC had helped as well. She hadn’t anticipated surprising her husband, as she’d been in her assigned cabin getting ready for the events of the evening and had brought her children aboard with her not that they would have objected anyways. It was rare that their father, and her husband, had found a chance to return to the Sol System following a lengthy career and a lengthy deployment. When she’d filed into the Grand Ballroom, she’d noticed many marines in their dress blues along with other service personnel in their own dress uniforms and had ventured upstairs to one of the other decks to find something to eat or at least to get something to drink when she’d spotted a man with his hair worn in the Marine Corps’ High-and-tight fashion complete with a long-healed scar running from his ear to his jaw sitting at one of the tables. Slipping in behind him, she’d exchanged a few harmless words before surprising him with a kiss. “I can’t imagine what you, or my husband must go through, but I’m glad you and the others have managed to survive this long. You have my thanks,” she followed up with a smile. "Are you enjoying yourself?" <Tag Bones>

The Hero's Ball (Closed RP) Posted Feb 21, 2015 22:14:41 GMT -6 Edited by Cabel Feb 22, 2015 3:29:59 GMT -6 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top

Doc the Mother of Dragons • Site Medic Veteran Posts: 128 Likes: 18 Gender: Female	Post by Doc the Mother of Dragons on Feb 21, 2015 22:19:56 GMT -6 HN Samantha Jackson The Sol's Jewel The Grand Ballroom Tags: Llau and LaxKnight Mike's apology took her by surprise for a moment, she had gotten used to people being total jerks when injured, it wasn't an uncommon thing and rarely people came back to her and apoligized, so i was nice. "Apology accepted." she told him turning back around to face the bar, she kept listening to him as she flagged down the bartender for a refill. As she waited for her drink she looked over her should a bit to him, "My cousin is quiet the looker, she has people worship the ground she walks on." Samantha rolled her eyes, the bartender handed her a now full glass and she picked it up and rejoined Mike in facing each other. She took a sip of her drink and realized that it was different than when she had ordered the first time, this one was sweeter, and she liked it. Mike asking if she had eaten caused her to realize that she had not eaten since lunch earlier in the day and if they were going to be up late into the night, having food now would be a good choice. As she opened her mouth to reply a couple approached the two of them where they sat, it took Sam a moment to reconize the man. It was the ODST from the tunnels and the woman must be his date; girlfriend because she did not see a ring on her hand. “Sorry, are we intruding on a moment? I was wondering if I can ask you some things.” the young woman asked. Sam took another sip of her drink, noticing as she did so that Mike did not seem too thrilled to suddenly be surprised with the question. Setting her glass back on the bar and resting her hands in her lap she nodded to the woman, "I am not an ODST, so whatever McMillian did I swear I did not have a part." she said with a small laugh.
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John • The man... The Myth... The LEGEND! Novice Player Posts: 464 Likes: 28	Post by John on Feb 21, 2015 22:57:49 GMT -6 Captain Malcolm Walker Company C, 120th MEU On leave aboard the Sol's Jewel Malcolm smiled as his friend introduced him to his wife. "It's a delight meeting you, Alyssa" he said before he took Alyssa's hand and shook it gently. "Thank you for the praise, but truly it is the work of the all the Enlisted men. The men who so often go unrecognized. Which is why I think this is a great way to thank them for their service." he then said. Then the junior Captain's own wife crept up on him, a glass of red bordeaux in her hand. The kids were off doing whatever it was kids would do during events such as this, and she wanted to be with her husband now. A man she hadn't touched for months. "Allow me to present my own wife. Susannah, meet Captain Mark Sorelson, one of my dearest friends and one of the Regiment's finest, and his wife Alyssa. Mark, Alyssa. Meet Susannah." he said, allowing the others to greet eachother while he took a sip from his scotch. Then he turned to Mark. "So Mark, when do you figure we'll be out there again? I heard they're sending us to the outer colonies again. And while I don't generally trust the scuttlebutt, it has a remarkable accuracy to it." he said.
	Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds. 25. Never draw fire; it irritates everyone around you. 72. The complexity of a weapon is inversely proportional to the IQ of the weapon's operator. 80. The tough part about being an officer is that the troops don't know what they want, but they know for certain what they don't want. 86. A Purple Heart just proves that were you smart enough to think of a plan, stupid enough to try it, and lucky enough to survive.
The Hero's Ball (Closed RP) Posted Feb 21, 2015 22:57:49 GMT -6 Edited by John Feb 22, 2015 0:00:38 GMT -6 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top

Cabel • Cabel: Um UNSC Guru Posts: 923 Likes: 76	Post by Cabel on Feb 21, 2015 23:13:26 GMT -6 [Inner Colonies: Sol System: Orbit of Jupiter: Day 4: Sol‘s Jewel: Grand Ballroom: Captain Mark “Spade“ Seamus Sorelson: 120th MEU: Operation: R&R] “A pleasure, Susannah. I‘m Mark, as your husband pointed out. Your husband‘s a fine officer, and I‘m glad he has a fine family,” Mark said, introducing himself to Malcolm‘s wife. “I read the orders before the transport left Reach, and we‘re due to report to the front in two weeks,” the aging Captain whispered to Malcolm as the Junior Captain turned to him, to where only Malcolm had been able to hear. “We‘d better enjoy this get together while it lasts. I don‘t know when we‘ll have a chance to be back in these woods again. I wouldn‘t worry about the scuttlebutt, only over-eager and happy to please Privates with little better to do worry about it. There‘s an old saying, that if it sounds too strange to be true odds are it is. We‘re going back in force, Malcolm, with a fresh supply of pups fresh from Boot. Let‘s hope our last deployment in that one system was our last. Part of me wants this war to end, but…that‘s what they said about the American Civil War and it spanned five…nearly six years from eighteen sixty-one to eighteen sixty five. The official hostilities ended at that Court House, but unofficially it kept going for another decade. If the War ends, we‘re…our generation‘s going to be the one that‘ll have difficulty adapting to civilian life,” “Oh, where are my manners? Please, have a seat and make yourself comfortable. You and your wife can join us. Too many people standing, milling about makes me feel like I’m on parade or a review,” <tag Bones>

The Hero's Ball (Closed RP) Posted Feb 21, 2015 23:13:26 GMT -6 Edited by Cabel Feb 22, 2015 3:29:32 GMT -6 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top

John • The man... The Myth... The LEGEND! Novice Player Posts: 464 Likes: 28	Post by John on Feb 22, 2015 0:03:17 GMT -6 Captain Malcolm Walker Company C, 120th MEU On leave aboard the Sol's Jewel Malcolm listened to Mark explaining things. It wasn't surpising that the Captain had already received the orders, and Mal hadn't. Two weeks. That's all he had. Then it would probably be another year without his family. Then came the remark about the Civil war. It seemed like a short time, compared to how long the UNSC had been fighting now. "We've been at war for over forty years now. First, the insurrection that started in '94, and then the Covenant after CAMS." CAMS hit a soft spot for Malcolm. His older brother had been killed when the Covenant attacked. He adored his brother. The man had encompassed everything Malcolm wanted to be. And then he died, raising him even further on the pedestal he was already on. "You know, my brother. He was killed when the Covenant first attacked. My parents didn't take it well, and resented the government for getting him to join the military, which ultimately got him killed. I, on the other hand, enlisted almost immediately upon hearing the news. He had done his part, however little, and I had to do mine." the Captain said, discreetly wiping away the beginnings of a small tear. "Indeed... The Corps is all I know. I've been fighting for my entire adult life. I have a degree in Military History, and I wouldn't know what to do with it. I'm no writer. Nor am I a teacher. War is all I know. And while a large part of me wants it to end, there is that little, dark part of me that wants it to go on, you know?" he said quietly, making sure the women couldn't hear him. Just after the couple sat down, the kids came over. After only a few minutes, they were bored already. He quickly introduced them. "These are our children. Nathan, who is eighteen is going to college soon. He wants to join the Corps, but I want him to get a degree first. Then there's Sarah. She's sixteen, and wants to become a doctor. Your lass is a doc, right? Maybe Sarah can run along for a few days to get familiar with the life."
	Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds. 25. Never draw fire; it irritates everyone around you. 72. The complexity of a weapon is inversely proportional to the IQ of the weapon's operator. 80. The tough part about being an officer is that the troops don't know what they want, but they know for certain what they don't want. 86. A Purple Heart just proves that were you smart enough to think of a plan, stupid enough to try it, and lucky enough to survive.
The Hero's Ball (Closed RP) Posted Feb 22, 2015 0:03:17 GMT -6 Edited by John Feb 22, 2015 0:03:31 GMT -6 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top

Cabel • Cabel: Um UNSC Guru Posts: 923 Likes: 76	Post by Cabel on Feb 22, 2015 4:23:09 GMT -6 [Inner Colonies: Sol System: Orbit of Jupiter: Day 4: Sol‘s Jewel: Grand Ballroom: Captain Mark “Spade“ Seamus Sorelson: 120th MEU: Operation: R&R] “Tell me about it. I was born in twenty-four ninety-four, and word reached my parents of the Callisto Incident. Fifty-Two years,…sometimes I’m amazed and frightened whenever my birthday comes around. As you so elegantly pointed out, we’ve been at war with both the Insurrectionists and the Covenant that followed,” he said before listening to Malcolm’s remarks about the Corbulo Academy of Military Science. “CAMS…Corbulo? I haven’t heard that name in some time. I was still on Earth, as a Senior D.I. training green recruits when we heard about that. You have my deepest condolences, Malcolm, for your brother. I didn’t know your brother, but I know he was a good man. It’s something every Marine, Trooper, Air Force, and Navy officer knows. Each one of our brothers and sisters were good people, and in our case, better Marines. That doesn’t surprise me about your parents, but it was their choice. A parent has to make that choice when their child is traumatized, or dies in front of them or even dozens of lightyears distant. I’m not saying it was right, but I do understand why they made it," "You’re a good man, a finer Marine, Malcolm and you can thank your parents for that. They shaped who you are, and they shaped your brother. You know there’s an old Catholic expression, that this life is only a test and when a person passes on they’re simply waiting for the next phase. I’ve never subscribed to that faith personally, but my mother does. Your brother’s out there watching over you. If you think about him, he’ll never be forgotten. Of course, I’m not telling you anything you don’t know,” He’d listened as Malcolm mentioned how he’d shared the same thoughts, but that part of him had wished the war wouldn’t come to an end. “I know what you mean. I share that same sentiment. There’s a part of me that wants the war to continue, to force the stars to never forget us. I know some in the civilian sector back on Earth or the other remaining colonies might think of such talk as only proof the war should come to an end and that you, myself and the others that have taken up the uniform are some archaic reminder of a bestial sense. My thoughts, those detractors can strap into the bomb-bay of a Longsword and ride the ordinance until the moment of impact. I suppose the numbers of detractors are dwindling these days, but I’m sure there are few still around somewhere. The last time I tasted civilian life was when I was seventeen,…more like a lifetime ago. I wouldn’t even know what to do with myself if I were ever forced to retire or if the war ended tomorrow,” “You joined the Corps on your own volition. No one made you do it, and the fact you look on the memory of your brother as an inspiration speaks volumes. I know he’d be proud of you. We all are,” he said, still insuring their wives hadn’t overheard before turning to sit back at the table. Listening while Malcolm introduced his children with his son first followed by his daughter, made Mark feel even older looking on the faces of the two teenagers. Though, with that age came wisdom which he’d decided would have been foolish to have kept to himself. “Yes. Erika’s spending her time as a Surgeon, Ph.D. at Seattle’s Harborview Medical Center following in her grandmother’s footsteps, and I don’t think she’d mind being shadowed by someone so enthusiastic about the medical sciences. I can try and get in touch with her, but Alyssa might have better luck,” Mark replied before turning his attention to the young woman. “Would you care to travel to Washington State, and maybe stay in Seattle for a time determined by your parents? You wouldn’t have to worry about staying in a hotel, or even a condominium. If it’s alright with Alyssa, you could stay at our place. I’m sure the House has plenty of room and it‘s near Ft. Lewis,” “I’m sure we can move you into one of the Guest Rooms overlooking the bay. The House has become less crowded over the years, and if Mark says it’s fine with you staying if you want to then it’s fine with me. I’d ask Erika if she’d be alright with having you as a guest at her apartment, but she keeps odd hours. She did want to follow her grandmother’s footsteps at the hospital,” Alyssa said. “Your father’s right, Nathan. Graduate first, and step off that podium with a Degree or two. They will come in handy, and they’ll help with OCS if that’s the direction you wish to go. If you wish to Enlist, the Degrees won’t hurt either. I still have a few connections in both OCS and the DI Corps. Like your Old Man, I went the Enlisted path. I had a year of ROTC under my belt before enlisting though, and having a Degree in both History and Auto-Mechanics hasn‘t hurt my chances. I have a few more from OCS, but I don‘t want to bore everyone with it. Stick to your studies for now, and then graduate. If you’re still wanting to join the Corps after that, you know how to contact your father or you can contact Alyssa and she’ll get in touch with me. We can both put in a word of recommendation for you. You‘ll get there, Nathan, be patient. You’ll get your chance, don’t rush it. How many years do you have left in your college tour and what kind of Major do you plan on pursuing, if I may?” <tag Bones>

The Hero's Ball (Closed RP) Posted Feb 22, 2015 4:23:09 GMT -6 Edited by Cabel Feb 22, 2015 4:25:39 GMT -6 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top

John • The man... The Myth... The LEGEND! Novice Player Posts: 464 Likes: 28	Post by John on Feb 22, 2015 8:55:27 GMT -6 Captain Malcolm Walker Company C, 120th MEU On leave aboard the Sol's Jewel Malcolm listened to everything his friend had to say, and after a moment of silence he replied. "Yeah. I wouldn't know what I'd do with myself if Nathan was killed in action. And frankly, I don't want to know. Which is why he's going to college first. If he's intent on joining, there's nothing I can do to stop him, but I must at least try to delay it for as long as I possibly can. But thank you for that. It means a lot." Malcolm sighed. "I guess we're just a couple of old Marines now. Educated in the ways of war, not knowing another life. I'm just glad that our girls didn't choose the military life. We'll need people like them if this war ever ends." he said, somewhat grimly. Sarah liked the prospect of going to Seattle for a few weeks. "I... I would like that, thank you very much. I've never been to America before. This is the first time I'm away from Ireland, even." she said, smiling. She'd have the time of her life, probably. And she'd learn a thing or two as well, so it was all good. At Mark's comments, Nathan replied with "I just... I want to go out there and serve, and me da is a hypocrite. He didn't finish his school either, and I'd say he turned out fine! But, if going to college is what it takes for him to give me his blessing then so be it." the young man said, before responding to Mark's question. "I was thinking of studying Political Sciences. But, I have also applied for the Naval Academy, with the same major" He didn't want to follow in his father's footsteps, but he did want to 'do his part' like his father said. ==TAG: Cabel ==
	Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds. 25. Never draw fire; it irritates everyone around you. 72. The complexity of a weapon is inversely proportional to the IQ of the weapon's operator. 80. The tough part about being an officer is that the troops don't know what they want, but they know for certain what they don't want. 86. A Purple Heart just proves that were you smart enough to think of a plan, stupid enough to try it, and lucky enough to survive.
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LaxKnight • Exterminatus Extraordinaire! Veteran Posts: 685 Likes: 141	Post by LaxKnight on Feb 22, 2015 20:06:08 GMT -6 CPL Toby ‘Mick’ McMillian Jr. 153rd ODST The Sol’s Jewel, Grand Ballroom, Main Floor Unexpected Arrival Tag(s): Llau, Doc the Mother of Dragons, John While the ONI guy seemed a little put off guard by their arrival, the Doc gave them a much warmer welcome. Her response invoked a giggle from Val also. “Well, you were with him on that last mission right? He tells such great stories but I never get to meet with the people he works with. Don’t know how much he embellishes them,” she said the last part with a sly smirk that lead to Mick rolling his eyes, “So tell me, what was your last mission like?” They waited for a moment but then Toby heard someone call his name. He turned to see someone he thought he would never see again. He was surprised for just a moment but then a large smile lit up to see Cousin Chuck again. “Wow, Chuck! Good to see you!” he said as he separated himself from a group a bit to talk to him, “You’re joining the ODSTs? As an officer? That’s big. What made you want to join?”
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The Hero's Ball (Closed RP) Posted Feb 22, 2015 20:06:08 GMT -6 Edited by LaxKnight Feb 22, 2015 20:06:42 GMT -6 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top

TinCanHitman • The Shark Veteran Posts: 1,836 Likes: 123	Post by TinCanHitman on Feb 22, 2015 20:10:02 GMT -6 Marcus 'Ricky Raltz' Bohannon The Grand Ball Backstage drama Marcus was getting close to leaving, when he suddenly felt the delicate fingers of Diana gently touching him. Her soft cooing made Marcus forget what he was mad about and instead had waves of their past together crash over him. It reminded him of those late nights sitting up in the lounge, talking about their aspirations, and about their pasts. It made several strings in his heart throb, and he closed his eyes as he basked in it. And suddenly, like the hot sizzle of a match going out, he was ripped back to reality, as she sat back and pulled a vile out of her dress. Marcus was suddenly reminded of his fury, one he thought could rival the covenant's, as he pulled away from her, his face awash with rage. "What's wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong, Diana. You, your habits are what's wrong! You-" He stopped, his brow furrowed as rage streaked his face. "Never fucking mind." he said, letting out the rare swear. Deep down, Marcus was still a bit afraid to accept he was straight laced. He didn't think of her as the same woman when she did this, when she was doing drugs. He knew she was a starlet, but dammit she was that before, when he first met her. He turned to storm off only to see a group of technicians rush in. "Your first song is starting, Ms.Caldwell." one said as the group ushered her towards the curtain, putting the true finishing touches on her. Ricky used this as his escape and made his way out of the back. Teyo Triste Hero's Ball Working... Teyo had finished placing the cases and crates in the final storage area near the side of the stage. Music equipment, spare light drones, and other things they, and he, would need. He tucked away his own duffle there as well, making sure the lock was on it, he wasn't about to have some nosy rich snob rifling through his stuff. He did a quick double check, then made his way to the maintenance halls behind the stage, wanting to grab one more cig before he went to the master hard wire switch board he had helped install, just in case of electrical malfunction. As he rounded the corner he suddenly bumped into some angry looking guy in a suit. The other man gave him an angry stare, but it faltered as he suddenly sat against the wall. "Sorry." he said softly, looking Teyo over. "Crew?" he asked Teyo, seeming genuinely interested. Teyo was taken back by this, no one had really showed him interest all night, except for the other workers, and yet this suit seemed interested suddenly, like the veil of untouchable was suddenly lifted. Teyo nodded, offering the man a smoke. "Yeah, engineering, but I do a bit of every thing..." He said as the other guy shook his head and declined the cig. "Sorry, I don't wana ruin my voice..." Teyo snorted, and walked past the guy, just another stuck up ass hole. Terrance Ryker Hero's Ball Conscription SPOILER: Click to show Terrance had been brought into his superior's office, and asked bluntly what he planned to wear to the ball, and when he replied he didn't plan to go to any ball, he was corrected quickly. Valerie, or The Assistant Director, told him he was indeed going to a ball, and that he would be wearing the suit that was already laid out on the desk. It was apparently custom tailored to his specifics, based off of all the information they had on him. It had been unnerving, Terrance hadn't been with a woman for, what, twenty two, twenty three years? He was out of practice, and though he'd been told he was a looker as a young man, he never had thought so as one. Either way he was here now, walking among people like a normal human being, not running, fighting, spying, shooting, killing. It was an odd feeling, and as he had heard some one, some vid or the like, a soldiers hands never forget the feel of a rifle. Though not directly applicable, the saying held true in the sense that Terrance felt like he was drowning in a sea of confusion. He hadn't gone to these things as a young man, as an old one, he felt like a spectacle. He was so used to simply blending into the background, being a passive observer, or at least a silent one, that combined with Valarie's outwards, embarrassing, personality, Ryker simply wished he was dead. At least then he'd be at peace from this ring of hell reserved solely for him. He was quite sure it was hell, and that he had actually died of a heart attack in her office and that this was his punishment for his sins, when Valarie began to yell at some guard for not letting them into the 'V.I.P' section. Yes, he was dead, and hell was cruel and ironic. 'Where would you like to sit?' Ryker was pulled back to reality and looked over at Valarie "In zero- Where ever." he said, catching himself from saying some thing...career altering.
	The darkest souls are not those which choose to exist within the hell of the abyss, but those which choose to break free from the abyss and move silently among us.
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Faclan: Halo Wars 2 was pretty decent. But yeah the mainline and extended media stuff big oppf

May 14, 2023 17:01:12 GMT -6

KartoffelFogel: Crazy that in the time since this community was active we STILL haven't had a good Halo game come out. wtf is up with that?

Apr 27, 2023 15:30:11 GMT -6

Huka: Bless the forum. I am alive and if anyone catch this, I need the discord invite

Mar 31, 2023 13:16:24 GMT -6

Jakob: Ahh, childhood

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