daisy023: (Scarred)

Daisy's eyes continued to stare where Keimi's head used to rest as she woke up. )


Too punctually, she returns to the self-appointed time to sleep... and the noises of violence become heard in the fifth community housing. )

[Daisy’s irises widen back to normal when it all ends. It takes her a while to pace her breathing as her heart even took longer to do the same as it hammered her chest. She looks at the disaster the fight brought over along with the tracks that were left behind by the droids before picking their pieces and running, then at her own injuries. Blunt body trauma, strained tendons, blood on her forehead... but she was otherwise alright.

She grabs her helmet for a brief transmission for those that would use radio, communicating a need for assistance, keeping an even voice. Then, she tried taming her hand to write on the journal.]


Requesting Medevac

CH5, Floor 1, Room 2
Journal, Radio Freq. 84.2 preferred, SPARTAN-23
# Patients - 1C - Priority
1A - No special equipment needed
1B - No litter needed
P - Possible hostile presence
E - Broken door
A - UNSC personnel
All clear of NBC contamination
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--


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.]


[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: (Understand)
This is SPARTAN-023.

I am reporting that in January 30th of the Sixth Cycle of Luceti, Captain Adell of the Blue Rogues has returned to his world to continue his duties.


Because of it, by his orders established in the case he left, I have been assigned to command the unit until it's original founder, Captain Vyse, returns to Luceti and officially retakes his position as leader of the Blue Rogues.

Additionally, he has asked for someone to keep the Hakurei Shrine in his absence, a project me and the Captain built for mutual friends of ours. Faith is of no matter.

That is all.

[She stops, not sure with what to sign this with. By the UNSC, she was still a Chief Petty Officer, and only if someone on the UNSC chose to do so she would be promoted.

Strangely, now it's the time when she wonders if rank matters at all in here.]

Daisy SPARTAN-023


[After leaving the message, she remains in her room staring at the note addressed not only to her, but the note addressed to Reimu along with the bottles of Gensokyo and RosenQueen sake Adell trusted her with if he ever left. His final order was basic, and a Spartan, it was curious how much did it make her think. She spends a long time staring at the note he left for her.

"Live. For yourself, for the people you love, and for a better world. Just live."

After several minutes, she grabs the bottles and the notes, and locks them in the same place she kept the more important possessions. She sets the picture of Adell with his old family in House 44 beside Daisy's own. Beside Valvalis, Neliel, Kirimi, and Keimi.


This time, she doesn't overdo her exercises and meditations. She dresses in the same winter garbs she wore a year ago, and wanders around the Restaurant, the Tea shop, the Item shop and even the Hot Springs.

If you're a friend of hers? chances are you will receive a message requesting for some time together.


Before the day is over, she returns to her Garden over the roof of the Fifth Community Housing to continue her personal project. Winter will end soon, and spring will allow even more flowers to bloom in the aftermath of the harsh environment. There were so many kinds she wanted to plant.

As she called for the help of Faeren and Sona when taking care of the flowers, she couldn't wait until it was the time to plant orchids.]
daisy023: (Stronger than anyone)

Introspection )


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.]


[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.]


[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: (Looking back)
[Just as the Chief Petty Officer is finished writing the report, there is the sound of armor moving around the room, along with the clicking of metallic rounds being inserted into cartridges.]

This is Daisy SPARTAN-023... I wish I had made this article before. I'm going to need a quick favor – If anyone in here has a Sniper Rifle, I'd like to borrow it -moreso if it has a suppressor. I'll need watch over movements and taking out a few important cultists before I go into the fray.

I got experience from Harvest and several other cities in Urban Ops, and I was the best in my unit in that scenario. [CQB as a balance in everything in close quarters – Frederic is the undisputed king of melee.] I'm going to need to lay a few tips in this one as well.

Situational awareness is important in here. Lightning-fast reactions whenever you fight inside will be prioritary. Sometimes one can get too confident, and next thing that could happen is finding an IED on the street, a sniper on a window... Or in this case, a shifter hidden just beside a door.

[Or a Covenant Drone behind her.]

Urban combat consumes time, so take these tips as a worst-case scenario handbook. The cultists will want to reach the village and take the fight there. Out task will be to forbid them that.

We're going to need the support of the people from that other enclosure. Nobody likes the Malnosso, but even if you're all powerhouses, you won't be able to be in two places at a time, and even they will need to defend themselves. We'll still have to be watchful and cooperate with the locals even if it's a heavyweight fight.


Just for the record, this manual doesn't even begin to cover the real thing, and this is only meant to cover some of the people coming on our mission, so I can give specific tips if needed. Urban combat is something that takes a lot of training and experience to be able to fight in. Even more powerful units have a lot of places to be taken by surprise – It's why it's always been frowned upon in Earth's history to taking fights inside of cities.

[One case in which they wanted a fight in a city was Stalingrad.]

Our advantage is that they rely too much on attrition warfare on a place they cannot afford it – we have few but strong units. We use maneuver warfare, we beat them by the dozens, we win.

Good luck, you guys. SPARTAN-023, out.



Keimi... I'm really sorry.


But I need to go. I'll be needed there.
daisy023: (Past pain)

Introspection )


[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.


[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: (What I am)
In which Daisy-023 awakes in the middle of the night, reminiscing about the previous days. )

[Daisy was not going to sleep much tonight. She leaves a few brief text messages, expecting them to be attended in the morning. First thing, letting people know she had survived this month.]

S-23 here. I'm ok.


What is the tech level you guys can work with?


Is there a way to get over bad memories?

[The nutcase that loves combat and whose relative sanity depends on it, also has recurring nightmares of the moment she died. Especially so with her brush against Mu-12.]


[She hadn't seen much of Robert lately. Helios had mentioned he was still alive, but...]

Are you alright?

[Finally, there is one last message she wants to make. The Chief had heard there had been a lot of casualties with the battle against Mu... And she hadn't heard of either Valvalis, or Kirimi. It is the only message with voice.]


Mind if I come over?
daisy023: (Gone)
PLNB Transmission AA001R-XX
Public Key: OPEN
Classification: PUBLIC // EYES ONLY

Security Override: None

/File Extraction Reconstitution Complete/
/Start File/

This article is concerning the events of the draft from June 3 to June 6 onwards, on a training site established by the Third Party Cult, and to give to the residents in general a report of the events surrounding the battle. While this report was written initially to my unit, I'm leaving this report open for viewing for the non-drafted as well.

Much of the information regarding the draft has been varied, so I will offer a first-hand account and a general report gathered from both the battlefield and the journal logs for everyone to read, and prepare the residents for future battles we may be sent to later.

0800 Hours, June 10, 2531 (Military Calendar) / Luceti.


Office of Naval Intelligence (Section III)
0900 Hours, June 10, 2531 (Military Calendar) / Luceti

/End File/

((OOC: Forgive the second Teal Deer! Anyway, I know Helios and Kain were killed in action, though I remember there was a third dead guy. If there wasn't, or if the number is incorrect and there were more, please tell her!))
daisy023: (Thinking)
This is Spartan TwentyThree.

New feathers. Any and all UNSC forces in the area. Respond.

... I'm back.



[Comm matters taken care of, she goes to House Twenty, having quite remembered the matter of the hat, and it's implications. With two knocks on the front door, the armored figure calls out.]

Mr. Castagnier.

[After that...]

[Later in the day, having gotten the package, the 7ft tall girl in red armor goes to the Clinic, hat in hand, to see if there's equipment there to see if there are hairs in it to analyze for DNA. Yes, for her, that damned hat is that important.]
daisy023: (Fighting)
[The feed violently turns on with the image of metallic fingers grabbing the journal, but accidentally tossing it to someplace else in the table.

The image reveals the armor of the SPARTAN-II, but the movements are erratic, awkward, and violent; almost as if it had been a person fiddling around with the controls of a robot, but not knowing how to control it, or caring about what would it damage. Finally, it manages to reach the back of its' head when it jolts its' arm at an impossible angle.

Upon clicking two locks behind the helmet, the head and the entire armor falls to the ground while a gust of wind violently comes out of it, tossing sheets of paper and tactical data around the room.

A transparent female figure amidst the storm inside appears on the screen.]

< I can't control the MJOLNIR! What's going on!? How did I get out!? >

< What's happenening to me!? >

((OOC: SO. Daisy is now an air elemental, or an alchemical sylph if you will, composed of pure wind. Replies will be made with [livejournal.com profile] blooming_daisy))
daisy023: (Stand down)
[As soon as SPARTAN-023 is allowed out of bed rest, she suits herself up in her MJOLNIR Mark IV armor, a seven-feet tall behemoth of metal and red with a golden faceplate. Once again inside of what she thought of as her second skin (Even with her white wings stuffed beneath the gel layer), she returns to the Battle Dome.

Not to rest, of course. She wanted to test the facility.

The Chief Petty Officer, upon arrival into one of the chambers, doesn't just load enemies and shoot away, but chooses to fiddle around with the options, inspecting every alternative, every selection, and every way to insert data. While her senses had been reduced while in Luceti, she was patient enough to spend nearly an hour to analyze the programs, and even discover a way to make the damage real: An option she ignored, both for the strength of Covenant weaponry, and because she cherished her armor too much to damage it in a mere training session.

After all, Shirou and Rin were gone.

Once satisfied, she sets the gravity to 1.08G -Reach's-, inputs information about her weapons, materializes a forest environment -Luceti's-, and inserts a new entry on the databases that, if her intel on the previous draft was correct, was similar in power and tactics to the foot soldiers of the Third Party Cult.

SPARTAN-023 prepares herself. From beyond the woods, abominations with hind legs, four jaws, and ornate armor, spawn with their alien weapons, sometimes even blades of energy. All of them calling out for the blood of the Spartan.

She begins.]
daisy023: (Thief)
[She had been here before. The feeling of a body too heavy to move, and the difficult breathing of a perforated lung. The nightmares had become all too familiar to her, but the days earlier disturbed her whole being. The images of Halsey's teams of scientists returned to her.

They had taken her. They experimented on her. They used her.

The Chief Petty Officer lays helpless on the ground, with injuries that would've usually been too minor for a Spartan, as her head wearily looks for option. She spots the journal, and with whatever remained of her strength, she holds on to it, and whispers.]

This is Sierra TwentyThree. I need assistance.

[She prompty drops it, knowing it would somehow follow her. It always did. Both when she wanted, and when not. This place had softened her. It wasn't supposed to happen. None of this was. This was the cost of her complacency.]

((OOC:Daisy's injuries are minor (even by her standards), but she suffers as if she had a perforated lung.))
daisy023: (Incoming)
[Daisy's transmissions continue as rushed as ever, with her energy slowly dwindling as she spends hours awake along with the people she promised to give support.]

I need to confirm the location of--

[A door bursts open with rapid, heavy steps. A gun clicks, three ricocheting gunshots resonate, followed by ineffective punches and kicking of metal. The cracking of furniture falling, and splintering.]

Damn it!

[There are rugged breaths as the Spartan reaches for the journal.]

I need assistance! Repeat, I need--

[A surpressed scream follows. Her transmission ends abruptly.]

((OOC: Going to have to become absent while the mess with my computer gets sorted out. Long story short, boot won't work, and I'm worried as sin that data might be lost. With any luck, I will be absent a week, at most.

Daisy gets Mallynapped mid-support. Her quarters are a mess, sheets of paper with field data are spewn around the apartment, a pistol is left with half its' magazine in rounds spent, but her armor is still there. Knowing she was going to be giving support, she thought she could do without the itching of wings stuffed inside armor. Alas...

BTW, If I have any tags I owe you, by all means, PM me! I'll try answering them when I return.))


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