daisy023: (Not your toys)
[Rec Center and Outskirts]

[Daisy doesn't feel bedsheets covering her. She feels a softness akin to her bed and pillows, but her hair doesn't feel nearly as much pull, feeling much like the way she used to keep it prior to Luceti.

She realizes she is no longer in her bed. Whatever is below her feels too hard to her--

Tail.

What the hellhappened!?

Daisy opens her eyes. She moves what should have been her legs, instead moving a single pink fish tail in a single motion, and looks up to see her own chest and sleeping expression in front of her.

She bolts back, breathing heavily -too shortly-, noticing only barely that they were atop the pool table. She feels small. Too small. She tries to not watch the tail below her as she began to wake up. They had taken them in the middle of the night, they injected them with something just when she knew something was wrong. She remembered glimpses and images...

No. Not now. She focuses on the greater danger. Keimi was in front of her. She focuses on the point below her navel to calm herself.]


Keimi...

[She mutters. Softly, taking whatever distance she can from her.]


[Around Luceti]

[After an hour, Keimi and Daisy return to the outside, with different expressions, Keimi holding herself with the solidness of movements of the military. Their movements are also clumsier. While the mermaid struggles with her chest and tail, along with strength she doesn't have, the Spartan's balance is thrown off... as well as her strength.

“Keimi” makes more exercise than usual, as they direct eachother on routines and diets necessary for their bodies. They wander around the Battle Dome, Seventh Heaven, and the Library, seeking for ways to adapt to their bodies.]



((OOC: Keimi's alternate account is [personal profile] mjolmaid and Daisy's is [personal profile] nascidanosargasso. Order is You -> Daisy -> Keimi, but you can ask for only one of them if you wish.))
daisy023: (Stronger than anyone)
ACTION | HOUSE 51

Introspection )

WRITTEN

Valvalis is back home.


[It's a simple message. She doesn't cry. Out of some miracle more than a year ago, she didn't cry when she had that life ripped away from her.

Time ago, she would have worn her armor, and made a pilgrimage to the mountains alone to think about her life. She even would have rejected Keimi's pleas not to do it. Anything to think about herself. On what made her different, and perhaps defective, from the rest of the Spartans.

Whenever if to want for her family had been actually worth it.

She was different now. Instead, the Spartan does the same all others did back home, on the aftermath of the surgeries, and on the day Samuel died: She continues her life, swears to protect what remains of her group and of Keimi, and tries to go on for their memory.]



ACTION | BATTLE DOME

[To be expected, she spends an hour longer than usual in the Battle Dome, inside of a holographic copy of the MJOLNIR, mowing down alien enemies with an outward serenity. Almost as if she was doing target practice in the middle of a broken urban environment.

It's how all Spartans used to cope back home, by returning to duty. And there is no draft or mission that needs her.]



ACTION | BELOW THE CHERRY TREE

[The moment she begins her lone meditation, she spends even longer below the cherry tree, sitting in a lotus pose for over an hour, immobile, unaware of the world around her.

Around her, the winds form a soft whirlwind around her, almost to caress her long blond hair.]
daisy023: (Look)
This is Daisy SPARTAN-023. All units picked for the Desert Op, sound off with your roles. ... I was picked as Field Guide.

[A leadership position. It's been so long.]

Those of you that have knowledge on desertic environments or general survival methodology, now's a good time to share it. Some of you must have more knowledge on this sort of environment than the average fighter, so while this guide may be moot in some way, use this as a way to reinforce old knowledge, and have an idea on what to do when we're out there.

Desert theaters... Are something I'm familiar with. [She has seen too many worlds burned to dust, ash, and glass.] It's a difficult environment, but not impossible.


::[ DESERT SURVIVAL HANDBOOK | WRITTEN BY SPARTAN-023 ]:: )


In this transmission is another field manual of the library that deals with desert environments. This one's even more outdated than the one given to UNSC Personnel, but it works for what we have.

Good luck, you guys. I'll be up for the days responding to this and preparing. We'll keep in touch. SPARTAN-023, out.

---

[ACTION]

[And as noted in her post, she'll be around the village gathering the gear that won't be supplied to her. Perhaps you have something she may need, or simply may want a few words with her prior to the mission.

She's currently wearing clothes for the desert in case her request for a Helljumper suit is rejected, and chances are you'll find her in a bench, with those clothes, struggling to tie down her long hair. This giant girl needs someone to help her turn it into a braid.]
daisy023: (Fighting)
[ACTION]

[Once again, SPARTAN-023 walks towards the Battle Dome, trying to see if it had been fixed already. Having been a raining day, yesterday was unbearable for the taller girl in a red jumpsuit, so she tries her luck again... But she stops on her tracks. She could hear something near the village. Her keen ears were able to hear familiar things from the woods.

The Chief Petty Officer walks towards these voices, and presses the voice function of her journal.

She removes the safety lock of her pistol.]


[VOICE]

[There is the low rustling of leaves, sign of someone moving stealthily... and whispers in a language that the wings translate into one deep military voice, and three high-pitched ones.

A lone alien voice yells in panic upon seeing the woman.]


Covenant!

[There are more alien screams of alert upon hearing the growl of the Spartan, before rapid gunshots mute one of the high-pitched voices, making the rest of the voices panic and shoot. The deep voice roars devout threats before it is interrupted by the sound of a broken body, followed by alien gunshots that mute the remaining voices.]

This is SPARTAN-023. I need a sitrep. Now.


((OOC: Set the moment the simulated drones begin to show up, at 12:00pm. Even if in this post Daisy is concerned over the Covenant, you can bring in your own monsters and items! :D))

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