|| Additionally: FC moment

With a raised brow, Nyrmaeus pouted down at Vaerum. “What? You’re the one on your back.” She released the other’s chin and returned her focus to keeping her pinned by the shoulders. “You’re the one who seems to have given up.”

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What’s that? A distress flare shooting into the air? She swears, if the UNSC answers it she’ll lose her mind.

“I’m stuck,” came her curt response. There was a twinge of pain in her voice, but she had a knack for staying composed in the worst of situations. There was no telling just how bad the injury was by her voice alone.

She squeezed beneath her bunk and died. Well, passed out. Well, drank three bottles of gin and died. Again, passed out.

Screaming back into existence

Smashing two trashcan lids together while she screams.

Getting knocked straight onto her ass

She’s helping the Grunts decorate lil’ birthday hats for a party. Please do not disturb.