daisy023: (Night)
MAY 23RD | BACKDATED BEFORE MALNOSSO ARRIVAL
BATTLE DOME


Spending time shooting things in the Battle Dome )

[She barely moves her body as she takes a drink from her canteen with chocolate. The girl followed by extending an arm to open her journal laying by the side of a notebook replete with calculations of wind, gravity, moisture, distance, and firepower. She speaks peacefully as she takes aim again.]

This is SPARTAN-023, of the Blue Rogues.

I am offering lessons in marksmanship, serving as a spotter or a shooter for short distances. Even if it's only for a hundred meters, it could also come in handy someday, even more if you're into hunting. Other lessons for self-defense apply, such as Close Quarters Battle.

[She keeps her notebook open, and returns her eye to the scope. This was more of a request for company. After all... she was still honoring Adell's last order.

Even if, she reminds herself, they could all still leave before she does.]



MAY 25TH AND MAY 26TH | NIGHT AND MORNING, WHEN POSSESSIONS BEGIN
CELSIUS TEAR | VILLAGE OUTDOORS


[After the visit of the Malnosso, Daisy spent longer than usual in the tea shop as she revised her notes, thinking of the repercussions of several acts. Without Adell or Leonhardt, any intel she could gather would have to be given to Law, Robert, and the rest of her friends that remained. The duties of doing critical missions and protecting the residents, as always, laid on her hands.

In her time working, she falls asleep over one of the tables.


Her back felt heavier. It was thoracic pain, now. However, what could have been a massive cold of last time is instead replaced by something big enough to cover her, as if it was either two thick bedsheets, or the wings of a legendary roc. Beside the odd feeling, she felt her wings... bigger... and heavier.

The Spartan blinks. She sees a long line of green-white primary wings over the table. She stands still for a moment, barely twitching her body to slowly reach for her pistol.

The wing twitches. Her massive wing.

A seven feet tall girls gasps herself awake as a pair of colossal wings with a tint of jade extend behind her with a strong whirlwind blowing away chairs and tables.


After getting time to mull it over, Daisy is finally able to listen to the other presence... Kipinn.

His voice felt like that of Valvalis. She felt a surge of nostalgia of the times she would visit her in her house, have tea with Neliel, and play with Kirimi. Having been her personal apprentice, and staying in touch with Kipinn for a long time after she left, suddenly it's of no surprise that the spirit would end up choosing her. Upon looking at a glass on one of the shops, Daisy realizes that her long hair and her spread wings made her look like an actual angel, instead of the cultists.

She felt just like Valvalis. Her power over the winds. The things she had dreamed of.

Daisy does the first thing she had always wanted to do if she ever got Valvalis' powers. She flies.]


((OOC: Anytime during the second part of this is alright, and Daisy will be possessed by Kipinn for this event.))
daisy023: (Past pain)
[ACTION – BACKDATED TO THE NIGHT OF THE 26TH, JUST AS THE COLD SNAP STARTS]

Introspection )


[VOICE – BACKDATED TO THE MORNING OF THE 27TH, DURING THE COLD SNAP]

[Her voice is low. While controlled and professional, those that know her will know she is shivering right now. Such happens when you're from a desert and are then tossed to a winter with a cold snap.]

This is SPARTAN-023.

To those involved in the Desert Op: You all did a great job out there. I'm glad to have served with you all. Shame we arrived at a bad time.

I don't hold rank anymore, but you'll probably need to acclimatize yourselves yet again. Don't get a cold. And Spring's really close, now.

Stay warm, all of you. Daisy, out.


[ACTION – BATTLE DOME – FEB 29TH]



[One of the bubbles of the Battle Dome is active with the highest limiters possible – trying to emulate the Caves as much as possible. The area in question is an imitation of the Training site of the Third Party Cult in the jungles: Vegetation as far as the eye could reach, sunlight completely blocked by the trees, and cultists wandering everywhere; but the greatest changes from the scenario are the higher instances of Shifters, and much greater cultist senses than usual.

Most bizarrely, whoever's using it does not seem to be inside the simulation. For minutes, nothing seems to show up. But amidst the many cultists patrolling the area, one of them stays divided from his group.

A massive figure in black breaks the angel's stance as it covers his mouth and thrusts a short sword into his chest to drag him into the dark.

Both are gone. There is silence. Nothing moves for minutes.

However, perceptive ones will get to see where the figure in black is: moving below the dark of the leaves, deftly evading leaves, water, and branches in her every step. Stalking in complete silence. Hunting cultists.

Those that know it will recognize the 6'9'' figure in black, sky eyes and golden bangs peeking from behind a silver visor.]
daisy023: (Thinking)
[SPARTAN-023 is concerned about these leaves. She makes a few filter tests to check on friends of hers, an easy way to make a roll call: Adell, the rest of the Rogues, Valvalis, Kirimi, Nel, Lina, Jordan, Litchi--

Lina's filter breaks.

...

Daisy hesitates for a few seconds. After a minute, she grabs her journal.]


[VOICE]

Lina Inverse has gone home.

[Spoken unemotionally. Bad news she has been too used to deliver.

It doesn't hurt the Spartan as much. She is back where she should be. Even if she would probably forget about her. About this place.

It still feels as if she has lost a person under her care.]
daisy023: (What was mine)
[Spartans are beings of their word -a trait they follow from their legendary leader-. So when they make a promise, they follow it. Even if they agreed to a date with a boy infamous over being a flirt with anything remotely passing as feminine.

The Chief Petty Officer herself had accepted the offer because it was one of many things she had felt curiosity about civilian life, but she can't help but wonder how much of her sanity has she lost by now. She had spent too long in a civilian environment.

Perhaps the strangest thing for this day, is that she is not wearing the UNSC Navy drab, her jumpsuit, or even the white suit. Instead, after an improvised mix-and-match session she made with Sheryl, she is wearing a red jacket, a yellow camisole, and a red skirt.

Beside her is Masaomi Kida, over one feet shorter when in comparison to the amazonian woman.]


((OOC: This is a joint post between [livejournal.com profile] sierra_023 and [livejournal.com profile] generalflirt Posting order will be You --> Daisy --> Kida, but exceptions could be made since the mun of Daisy is an idiot.

For the record, Kida is 5'7'', and Daisy is 6'9''. Backdated to sometime in the afternoon, after Kirimi gets out of the closet. :D ))

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