FEAR [ When Chyler comes through the door, she doesn't come alone.
The teen is in full tac gear, with a MA5K Carbine slung across her back and an enormous rifle-like weapon cradled in her arms. A creature--person?--towers over her, dressed in full armor and snarling in a guttural language with a voice almost unnaturally deep.
Chyler hoists the weapon, backing up a couple of steps, bracing herself--and she fires, the recoil knocking her backwards onto the ground as one of the Lickers wraps its tongue around the Sangheili Zealot and yanks it over backwards. The sickly green projectile from Chyler's weapon smashes the Licker to goo against the roof of the tunnel she's found herself in.
But that leaves the Zealot, climbing to its feet and dragging the remains of the Licker's tongue from around its neck. And it leaves Chyler with the wind knocked out of her, a clear target, the alien weapon just out of reach. ]
TRANQUILITY [ Chyler is not about this whole trapped in another universe thing. She's not able to relax, not with the remains of her cadre out there somewhere, facing down creatures she knows nothing about, struggling to survive. What do they think happened to her? Where do they think she went? Have they left her behind? She hopes so, honestly, she hopes they didn't stop to look for her when she disappeared.
That's where her thoughts are as she stands at the edge of the little cabin's porch, arms crossed, scowling out at the quiet woods. She's wearing her uniform, scrubbed clean and stitched up after her arrival.
Her hand is wrapped compulsively around her dog tags, squeezing them until she can feel the metal pressing against her palm. ]
Chyler Silva | Halo: Forward Unto Dawn
[ When Chyler comes through the door, she doesn't come alone.
The teen is in full tac gear, with a MA5K Carbine slung across her back and an enormous rifle-like weapon cradled in her arms. A creature--person?--towers over her, dressed in full armor and snarling in a guttural language with a voice almost unnaturally deep.
Chyler hoists the weapon, backing up a couple of steps, bracing herself--and she fires, the recoil knocking her backwards onto the ground as one of the Lickers wraps its tongue around the Sangheili Zealot and yanks it over backwards. The sickly green projectile from Chyler's weapon smashes the Licker to goo against the roof of the tunnel she's found herself in.
But that leaves the Zealot, climbing to its feet and dragging the remains of the Licker's tongue from around its neck. And it leaves Chyler with the wind knocked out of her, a clear target, the alien weapon just out of reach. ]
TRANQUILITY
[ Chyler is not about this whole trapped in another universe thing. She's not able to relax, not with the remains of her cadre out there somewhere, facing down creatures she knows nothing about, struggling to survive. What do they think happened to her? Where do they think she went? Have they left her behind? She hopes so, honestly, she hopes they didn't stop to look for her when she disappeared.
That's where her thoughts are as she stands at the edge of the little cabin's porch, arms crossed, scowling out at the quiet woods. She's wearing her uniform, scrubbed clean and stitched up after her arrival.
Her hand is wrapped compulsively around her dog tags, squeezing them until she can feel the metal pressing against her palm. ]