Darach

Spartan XVII: New Breed

Solton quickly made his way to his once given the order. Admiral Marshall was clean cut a demanding in his tone. He brought up a map on the screen in front of them and began to speak. The Admiral spoke highly of Szabo, giving him a status on par with himself during the mission at hand. A "capture the flag" type of mission in more or less words was being explained. Warning of its danger and the fact that everyone would need to work together to reach victory was also spoke. Of.

Solton tensed a bit as the Admiral spoke. This is just another version of lockdown paint. He had to work with these people and try his best to keep everyone live. 'What if I fail' Solton thought to himself as he tended the Wounds in his mouth with his sore tongue.

The Admiral kept making eye contact with Solton as he paced back and forth. Did he see how nervous he was. Ailton dodged the glances as often as he could without seeming weak.

"Any Questions?" The Admiral ended.

Solton started to stand, but this wasn't the time. He adjusted his weight in the seat and interlocked his fingers as he leaned forward resting his forearms on his thighs. 'Now isn't the time to be seen' Solton thought taking quiet deep breaths.

Spartan XVII: New Breed

I'll be posting today

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Ok I've added to the collab and I will be on it from now on via phone@Polybius

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Sorry guys I'm here now I'm gonna check over it immediately slit has been going on

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@Exit I really enjoyed your first post.

Sword Art Online

I'm interested

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@Goldeagle1221 I think we should see other people.
@Solamelike It's not you, it's me.

@Polybius

Gasp... the break-up...

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Chama was beginning to step forward. He was so lost within his head he didn't even notice the crowd of people surrounding him. His past had taken him and he would not return without some type of wake up call.

'Find answers' the whispers continued.

Just then he heard something else, it was LOUD.

"Chama!" the name resounded in his head as he turned towards the familiar White haired man. The crowd was in shock. “You cannot remain here! You must leave NOW!!” The man grabbed Chama with force pulling him towards the exit. Chama was still lost, feral almost. He snarled and pulled back but heard again “now is not the time. We can find the answers to your questions later. If you die at this very moment, you die not knowing. Run and survive. We will head to the Ceaseless Feast and find your answers. Dali will be there too.”

Chama snapped back, if only a little, at the sound of answers being found. He stopped pulling and allowed himself to flow with the white haired, now noticably strong, man. Daggers, this man was not just any man. Chama turned to the crowd as they began to advance and backed towards the exit in unison with his new and obviously smart companion. The crowd grabbed and snatched, threw mugs and insults. A few of the patrons caught a foot to the face, but only enough for Chama to cleanly escape with his life.

Once outside of the establishment the door was slammed closed. Chama hadn't realized how far he had gone. It had been so long since answers were so close. He could have killed himself and possibly any unsuspecting patron. He has to keep control. This can never happen again.

He turned to his white haired, obvious assassain, savior and spoke frankly and quite apologetically, "I must repay you, On my honor as a mage and assassian, for you sir have saved my life". He bowed respectfully and continued, "What is your name? It seems you are already acquainted with mine." As he awaited the answer he looked to Dali so as to non-verbally apologize with Ophidian customs in mind. Ophidians fight all their lives, he hoped this would not cause Dali to feel animosity towards him.

Chama then noticed a silhouette in the distance. Not ignoring the assassins introduction, but also not acknowledging it. Chama looked in the direction of whatever it was and spoke calmly but loud enough for all in the direct vicinity to hear. "Do you not see that in the distance?" Chama pointed a singular finger and fired a flare like spark into the dark alleyway. All the walls were grazed with a singeing light. All shadows fell away as the spark swiftly traveled and hit the back wall of the alley. Nothing...

Chama did suffer from his past causing him mental distress, but never so realistically. He looked at the others and turned away embarassed. "You promised me answers assassin, Lets find them then. Together." Chama spoke deeply but truthfully. He needed the help. He hoped they would oblige.

Spartan XVII: New Breed

Awaiting Szabo's meltdown after solton's avid skepticism, he heard someone approach him from behind. Solton tensed as two hands landed squarely on his shoulders. He did not take lightly to being touched. Two things had to happen. The first, Solton bit down on the inside of his lip to calm himself. The second, say nothing.

A voice began to speak "Don't worry little 'Wolfy', if you need me to protect you from the big, scary Covenant, just let me know. I got your back buddy. In fact, with me here, you'll never have to see one of those nasty, brutish Grunts to even bother getting scared." It was legs! THE AUDACITY!!! Solton bit down on the inside of his lip when he heard 'wolfy' and again when he heard 'protect you' and again when he heard 'brutish grunts'. Soltons mouth was full of blood but he would not show it. He just began to swallow it slowly.

The captain spoke up next, "Legs, Can it. I've seen your scores, Don't be so cocky. As for you 333, I cant seem to understand why you are questioning if Im the best at what I do? I mean I see your name under mine on the leaderboards, Isnt that so?" Solton was infuriated! Szabo was right, which is why it hit so hard.

Solton bit down on his tongue with a vengeance. These words were something he could not act on. His bloodlust is too hard to control. He simply swatted at the hands of Legs, shot him a death glare, caught himself and moved away from the group as the captain finished speaking. Solton leaned against the wall and made no eye contact. His anger would be alarmingly visible otherwise. Its the only time his name makes sense. His eyes were a bright amber color and they intensified naturally when he was angry. Not enough to glow, but enough to make a person wonder.

Just then he heard the captain shout, "Officer on Deck!" Solton's anger literally fell off his face. He turned and snapped to attention and saluted the unknown entity. 'Crisis averted' He thought to himself, still swallowing the mouth full of blood. Solton clearly had his work cut out for him.

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@Darach you wanna put tagged names in brackets. [ @ somethingsomething ]

@PrivateVentures

Yes! Yes I do! Sorry been working on no sleep! but the post is complete! @PrivateVentures