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[2013-12-13 08:47:16 +0000 UTC]
"One shot, one kill."
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[ V725 | age undisclosed | male | heterosexual | spartan-iii ]
Although in between young and old, V725 has, as studied by UNSC medical professionals, cracked three ribs and fractured half of his left side, but never broke a bone ironically. This is the outcome of "diving" out of a Banshee.
[ white and red armor | grimy black undersuit | pilot | combat knife on the sixth rib ]
Traditional UNSC garments, the sharpshooter wastes no time with communicating that he is a SPARTAN with the near completely unclean armor he wears. Scratches adorn his armor, but there are no dents, as he is not usually in close quarters combat.
[ cold | serious | calculative | isn't afraid to go alone ]
He is not afraid to go alone, traditionally because he is a sharpshooter and is unafraid of being killed in the midst of combat. He has learned that the UNSC has many snipers and one will not change the ratio of it.
Problems don't matter to me. Whether or not they're fatal, there's nothing that one can do to help that wound. We might as well just put you out of your misery.
V725, just like all the other SPARTANs, was an orphan, although he's said to be nothing as he was by his successful trainees, one of them being his brother, X985. V725 was the only one of the two that suffered slight trauma from the augmentation. As everything would say, consequences caused the young SPARTAN to grow paranoid, distant and imaginative. As a result, he's slightly psychotic and distrustful.
# Comments
Comments: 77
Yang poked his sniper. "S'up." She simply said, The belt across her huntress outfit tightly strapped to her collar bones. "You seem.... Interesting.... Never seen that kind of suit in Beacon." She told him, Resting her hand on one hip, While leaning on the same hip, Putting her free hand to her chin in thought, Not even realizing she nicked her finger pretty badly on the prong for the bi-pod, Until she felt a cold liquid on her chin, Wiping it away with her forearm and looking at her arm to see what it was. ".... Well.... That was a thing." She joked, Wiping her finger on the belt keeping the legging up, Looking at it to see the damage to her finger, Seeing it bleed again pretty quickly, She shrugged, Putting her finger in her mouth and biting the cut area, To try and stop the bleeding, What with the bacteria on her finger and now in her mouth, And the risk of getting an infection in her finger, All she would have to do is open it with a needle and squeeze it out, Sure.... It would hurt like a mother fucker but it'd be better then finding out the hard way if she somehow nicked a vein. "So.... What's up, Big boy?" She asked, Even with pressurizing the nail and skin.
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Not even sparing her a glance at first when she touched his rifle - which was supposed to be polished three days ago, truthfully - he pulled the large firearms away, before busting the hinge to the bipod, and throwing the dysfunctional digger aside.
"I'd rather you don't step in front of the barrel like that again. Don't wanna end up having such a mess to clean, never-mind clean your innards off the floor. You're lucky I don't hallucinate, nor have a faulty rifle," he tried to say as calmly and unassumingly as possible. He pulled a new, unset pair of bipods out of a customization pod, before attaching it to the rifle, before adding a new muzzle break. He proceeded to polish the rifle in its entirety, before rudely grabbing her hand, prying her finger out of her mouth, and examining the incision. He gave her no warning that it would hurt as he pulled out disinfectants - common solo-sniper stuff, for injuries from enemy fire and all - before spraying the wound with it. Afterwards, he pulled out the biofoam, and sprayed the incision with it as well.
"Nothing other than that."
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She winced at her finger being ripped out of her mouth, Sprayed, And then the needle. "H-Hey. If I'm a hallucination, Why are you actually grabbing a physical hand?" She questioned, Puffing her cheeks out slightly.
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"I said I didn't hallucinate, I never said I wasn't entirely there. Besides, whether or not you truly are a hallucination, what am I to care? Either you're a hallucination or you aren't, but I doubt that, from your reaction to the biofoam and disinfectants, you're human and not a hallucination." He erased any sign that he cared from his face.
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She quickly looked away, A small, Faint blush on her face. "Shut up."
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He gave her a spartan smile, before asking, "What brings you to me?"
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She wasn't sure if the smile was sexual, Flirtatious, Friendly, Or an insult, So she scratched her head slightly. ".... Are you sure your still in the head?" She asked, Pondering if he was thinking about her sexually, Narrowing her lilac eyes slightly. "Or are you thinking about something...?" She said, Leaning closer slightly, Completely ignoring his question.
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He stared at her.
"You tell me. I don't necessarily just help whoever. I've let people die without so much as a glance. I'd guess, if I were you, that either I wanted to help you, or just did it so you wouldn't complain." Of course, his intentions were not perverted-minded - but they weren't proper. He didn't know of this lady, nor really cared for who she was.
"Also, my name's V725. Requesting your name."
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She loaded another pair of belts into Ember Celica. "V725? Weird name." She said, Before responding to his question. "As for who I am.... Her voice trailed off, And her sembalance blew away a couple of trees, Before she just gave an innocent- but devilish smile. "Yang Xiao Long... Nice to meet you, V725." It was awkward for her to say his serial number, So she kind of paused when she was about to say his name. "..... Is it okay if I just call you grey?" She asked, Scratching the back of her blonde hair at asking the question.
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His jaw just barely dropped before he grabbed it and forced it to stay shut. Of course, he tried to make it look as casual as possible, as much as him rubbing his jaw in thought to the question. Hesitantly, he answered the question, in a much more appropriate and nicer tone,
"If that's what you'd like to do, although I literally would prefer if you called me some shit like...I don't know. I've never been good with names."
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"So, again, tell me. What brings you here?"
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// Yeah! Now we can be twines. Since you have avatar picture of Tony on your main account!
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// It was on M-arksnman's moderator..Sorry if I didn't make sense...//
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{{Oh, I understand. Was just somewhat puzzled.}}
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// Yeah, being a fan of all sorts of character gets me energetic, and happy.
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(( Why Did you leave? ono You Din't Have To...))
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{{Didn't want to be a bother.}}
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(( Wut. You Wasen't ono'''' You Said BOO. So I Said Spooked Solid. Its A Joke. I Was HAPPY You Joined 8c....))
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{{Felt like I was interrupting. I could rejoin, if you want me to.}}
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(( You Weren't. Get In There D<))
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"Hey, you. Good to see you're still alive."
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"You too; even though all you got was a little smacktalk."
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He chuckled. "What's that meant to mean?"
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"I meant that all you got was an insult."
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"I suppose you're right. I was expecting more."
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"I'm not sure what exactly happened after his buddy went apeshit and fired the needle, though I'm assuming it didn't end well."
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"I think I left before that happened..."
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"Well, let me make it clear for you, then. Their torso, arms and legs, were the only parts of them that still existed after the whole ordeal. The only full corpse was a grunt."
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"So I'm assuming... massive explosion."
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"Not even. The vertebrae showed fractures along the lines of the column, an effect that would normally be seen by decapitation."
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"Do you acctually think the bastard got his head taken clean off?"
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"Well, definitely not cleanly. The end of the spine showed that it was broken, and bent backwards, and it's definitely not an improbability that he did."
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"Hm. I'm actually interested in how you're alive. Needle through the skull, how'd you come back...?"
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"Blue bastard and his..." he shuddered slightly. "... watery friend."
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"Blue bastard and his friend he calls Chaos. I had a little run-in with Darkness last night, and let me tell you; Chaos is nothing compared to her... it."
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"Darkness? Did you piss her off?"
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"On multiple occasions, some accidental, some... deliberate."
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"Why'd you do that?!"
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"I thought it was funny. I'm not doing that again."
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"She's a good person. I wouldn't."
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"... I may fuck around with her every now and then, but other than that, I'm not pissing her off again."
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"Uh... yes." he pulled the rifle off his back, and turned the safety on before resting his chin against the barrel. "Wasn't fun, either."
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"She tried doing that when we first met once." He glanced to his side. "It's... it's a terrifying thought."
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