Absolution Blues-Halo RP (Private)

[toxic34]

Colette smiled as they proceeded to build a block tower together.

[Zhaya Curze]

Something about making her block tower was making her really happy, though at first she didn't know what it was, but it was probably doing something that had nothing to do with violence or battles, and that was really satisfying to her.

[toxic34]

Colette smiled and nuzzled with Emily and ruffled her hair.

[Zhaya Curze]

Emily knew she could probably get out of this base by killing everyone in her path, and that she probably should, and she was also aware she was being monitored round the clock, all day, all night, all the time. But she didn't, or possibly couldn't care, her body wanted to fight, to kill, and part of her wanted to, but she had begun showing symptoms of degradation six years into her service, and now she was nine years in. By now though, she could barely control her bowels or her bladder if at all, and she was prone to crying if left in a dirty diaper too long, and who could blame her, she was just nine years old when she was taken after all. Biologically she'd be close to late teen years, 18 going on 19, but mentally, she had developed a toddler like mindset to serve as her security blanket. This was due to the high stress, the fact she had survived this long was a miracle as far as the UNSC was concerned, and they had classified this "black program" a failure and those that were in it, were dying off in some cases, or being terminated in others. Uniquely, in Emily's case, she had just been left to die of old age, whenever that was of course, she did have the protection of Doctor Katherine Halsey to boot. After all, while ONI was always watching, they weren't about to mess with Halsey, or Master chief, or any of his Blue Team for that matter, the last person who did almost died. That, and they knew they couldn't touch Emily because she'd probably kill anyone who tried to kill her by accident and not realize it, though they would one day try.

[toxic34]

Colette was the one figure that was there for Emily in any way other than being a superior giving orders or keeping surveillance on her. She truthfully felt like she owed Emily more than the basics in terms of compassion or help. So she took it upon herself to be her caretaker, in every sense of the word. She smiled and wrapped her arms around her charge.

[Zhaya Curze]

Emily could be felt to relax as the childish now former soldier seemingly embraced her new lot in life though she could still probably be more then a match for anyone else on the base, but she was oddly carefree despite the fact she should have felt scared of her degradation. Due in large part to the incompatibility of the Spartan 2 and Spartan 3 modifications slowly leaving her regressed.

[toxic34]

After a while, Colette smiled. "All right, baby girl, what do you want to do next?" She ruffled her hair and kissed her forehead.

[Zhaya Curze]

"Can we do something fun please, I know it's asking a lot, but my big bad girl self is saying nasty meanie stuff to me, and she's scary" Emily said. To her, the "Big Bad Girl" was her Spartan training, and all the built up monstrosities as well as atrocities she had committed for the UNSC as she seemed to be able to fight back her training as a spartan and resume a small civilian life. Even if it was that of a child who saw her caretaker as a mommy that she was dependent on.

[toxic34]

"Of course we can do something fun," Colette replied. "What would you be in the mood to do, little one?" She kissed her forehead and ruffled her hair to make her feel more at ease.

[Zhaya Curze]

"Can I play with my paint sets please mommy?" Emily asked as she looked for the paints in her room.