Posts by Glasshalos

When Halo sees Kellogg stumble out of his chalet, struggling to walk, she can't help that 'kick to the gut' feeling. There's the sudden urge to go back to The Exiles and rip them all apart, limb from limb, to get revenge for his missing leg. She can only imagine how traumatic the experience must have been. After all, the anger in her veins can't possibly compare to what he must be feeling. With a shaky breath, she begins to stroll over, too much on her mind.

The Exiles have to pay. The Blackheart Rogues have to pay. They all deserve it - whatever they get here on out, as long as it's bloodshed and chaos and -

She's a mess. While she wants them to suffer the consequences, she wants to be the reason why, and these thoughts feel far too intrusive. Halo has always been detached and unimpressed, barely able to care when she saw Kate laying there, lifeless. But here she is, violet gaze fixated on Kellogg, wandering to the stump every now and then. She wants to talk to him about it. There's hesitation on her way over as she pauses, completely still, now looking towards Featherboa and Leopold. They're enough company, aren't they? For several seconds, she debates turning around and coming back later when he's alone. But she's here now, and has possibly already been seen, so she keeps padding over. When she finally reaches him, it takes some effort to look at his face and not the gap. What is she supposed to say now? Brows furrowing together, her gaze suddenly moves to a spot elsewhere, absentmindedly peering off towards the horizon as she speaks up. "Hey Kellogg." There's a pause, her tail slowly wagging. "It's good you're out and about. Wouldn't want you collecting anymore dust from sitting around all day. It's not a good look, you know?" The comment, light hearted and teasing, is in an attempt to lighten the mood, no matter how badly timed it may be.

Halo knows about the war underway with BloodClan, and hopes that they won't have to get involved. After all, the deputy can never admit it, but she likes BloodClan, and hopes to remove them from their enemy status one day. Going against them is not the way to approach that, and so she's glad that there's been this distance between them so far. SunClan's involvement with them, however, is risky. With her ears flattened back a bit, the wolf slips over, violet gaze fixated on Azazel. "I'm Glasshalos, one of the deputies." She hasn't seen Happycamper around lately, but he still holds the rank, so introducing herself as the deputy would feel awkward. She did debate it, however. "I hope... the war ends in your favor." There's something careful in the way she talks, but somewhat detached. "I'd hate to see too many casualties."

mmm let's go!!!

primary slytherin

secondary gryffindor

pr obably

i'll go more in depth on this when i get the chance

The sound of rock breaking is what wakes her. The voice is what gets her attention.

When Glasshalos walks out and sees Luke trying to talk to the trespasser? She's not too happy about it. After all, in the canine's mind, just because the enemy scent isn't there, doesn't mean she's not an enemy. Violet eyes narrowed, Halo keeps her distance, growling quietly in response to the stranger. If someone bothered to walk into the territory like this, it can't possibly be good, can it? A part of her wants to get closer, but she stays several steps behind the leader. For a fleeting moment, she thinks he must be stupid to react like this, and she's not going to follow in his footsteps for this one. "I'm sure it's nothing good," the deputy mumbles angrily, voicing her thoughts quickly. Tauriel is too forward, and it's not as if she just accidentally wandered into the territory. This all seems to be done with purpose, and so it makes sense that Halo is keeping her guard up with no plans to back down from her defensive state.

He's trying to explain himself, justify the situation.

"BloodClan never lied," she comments carefully. "Sure, details were left out, but they're irrelevant. His spiritual and mental age are irrelevant, and if you want to stand here and tell yourself that he's older in other senses and that makes everything okay, you're delusional." Violet eyes narrowed, Halo can feel the rise in anger as he goes further out of the way to try and be convincing. As soon as he starts talking about what other things Hypokrisis can do at such a young age, she feels her claws dig further into the grass, a very aggressive smile on her face. "He can love you all he wants, but I am not going to associate with someone who condones - worse, is involved in - that. And if you, or he, has a problem with the BloodClan situation and his involvement in shit then he can leave. It's not that difficult to walk away. Here, let me demonstrate for you."

The timber wolf takes a few steps back, breathing growing shakier by the minute. It's taking everything in her not to go for Fourthwall's throat right here, right now. The time will come, but she doesn't want to start a war and leave Luke to deal with that. "If it wasn't obvious, the trial alliance is terminated and there's no chance of one in the future." Looking towards Lovi and Kellogg, who can add on more if they want to, she turns and begins moving away from the scene.

Playkit seems rather nervous, and so Halo offers a light smile, strolling up to stand by Bo and Zerrak. For a few moments, the deputy eyes the former, wondering what he's doing here, but she shrugs it off and focuses on the kitten. "Hey Playkit," she greets, taking a seat. Zerrak already asked the only question on her mind, so she admittedly has nothing to say for the time being, falling silent and paying close attention to the situation at hand. She's not too sure what to expect, but she's pretty sure the thought will be a good one.

Halo saw Lovi approach the chalet, and with a quick glance around, followed after her on nimble paws. She had been seeing the hellhound around often - a good sign - and is rather interested about what's on her mind now. Coming around the towering creature, the deputy's violet gaze flickers up to Lovi's face as she takes a seat in front of her, a quick movement not accompanied with any words. There's a bit of silence, and for a few moments, Halo wonders what this could possibly be about. Events had already been suggested. Does she have more ideas? Is this something completely different? Ears flattening back against her head, she wonders if this has any relevance to The Blackheart Rogues, although she does her best to brush that idea off, the very thought of the group causing irritation. "Hey Lovi," she finally comments, forcing a smile. "What's up?"

An inn?

Halo blinks, violet eyes wide, not sure what to think of the idea. On one hand, it would be amazing to have a resting place when she gave out invitations to their allies, but on the other hand... who knows who will show up there? With her tail waving around behind her, the wolf takes careful steps over, coming up by Marisol but deciding to stand a few inches farther back. She's not too sure she wants to get involved in this, and so she just nods her head in acknowledgement, because that's enough. This is something she'll think about, she supposes, but for now, she's not going to say much. She can always go check it out if she has questions later on.

"Thanks for, uh, letting us know," the deputy murmurs with a small smile, despite her uncertainty - something that shows in her voice, but not her expression.

Another marble fox? Interesting.

While some wonder if the vixen is somehow - secretly - related to Kellogg, that isn't the first thought to cross her mind. After all, it's... him. There's no way. So, she doesn't even look in his direction as she swiftly passes by, paws carrying her right up to Sue. On her way, she only offers a brief 'it's okay' to Bo.

The timber wolf peers down at Sue, a rather intent look in those violet eyes of hers. She's not necessarily the motherly type, especially when she's only 13 months old herself, so nothing sparks when she sees the pup. It's almost disappointing, though. There are a few moments that pass, in which she says nothing, taking the silent time to think. But then she's speaking up. "I'm Glasshalos, deputy. You can call me Halo. In fact, it's preferred." Sometimes she just introduces herself as Halo, but she supposes today was the exception. She's not sure why, but it's not as if her introduction is relevant enough for her to analyze. The very idea makes her shiver. As she's getting distracted by herself, she briefly remembers that a point has been missed, and so she turns her attention back to Sue. "Do you need anything? Any questions?"

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It all happened in a flash. Halo didn't have the time to intervene, and so she stands here, wide-eyed upon noting the damage done. It's obvious that Luke got hit the hardest, which makes sense considering his important role in the Clan. Zerrak was only collateral damage. With a deep breath, she moves closer, feeling that same flare of aggressive energy that she had felt when rescuing Kellogg from The Exiles; when she had learned of Fourthwall's relationship with a kid. The pieces are starting to come together, but now isn't time that should be spent figuring herself out. She has to do something. She has to say something. As of right now, she's just drawing near, breathless.

What has he done? Doomed the clan? Those were her words, weren't they?

Her violet gaze trails after Tauriel for a while before she turns her head to look towards Bo and Luke. "Ya, Luke, you're the priority here. Sorry." It's a bluntly made comment, despite the apology. The truth is, he's in worse shape, and so he should be the priority. Zerrak might be limping, but he managed to get up after his fall, which is more than can be said for... you know who. She's glaring at him, just a little - a silent warning that he better let Bo fix him up. After that one comment, however, she keeps her mouth shut. She's far too unsteady to say anything else. With an attack like this, she's on edge, a part of her wanting to protect the clan by siding with the "End Game," and another part of her wanting to go against them simply out of spite. This conflicted feeling is one that she wasn't expecting, and she hates it.

"She must be serious if she was willing to attack. We need to be careful." A part of her wishes it had been a joke - a twisted prank of sorts - but this is all too real, and what to do isn't her only conflict. She's also conflicted about what to feel.

Marisol is the first to approach, asking for two tasks. Halo knew that someone was bound to want multiple, which was the reason for her offering it as an option in the first place. Had she expected the child to be the one to volunteer for two? Not exactly, but she shrugs it off. "Okay, Marisol," she starts, tail wagging lightly behind her, "your first task is to hold a game of truth or dare." Truth or dare is a classic, and while it's overdone, she's never played any of those games here. A real bummer. She's hoping it'll be kept children friendly if she's having one organize the whole thing. "Your second is to set up some type of water activity. Nothing too big. You know, like a water balloon fight or something like that." It is summer, after all. And then there's Playkit, who she eyes for a few moments, knowing she has to be careful about this one. But at the same time, she has the chance to do something that could be beneficial, as difficult as it might seem at first. "Playkit, I want you to try something new - anything you want, as long as you've never done it before. You could try a new food, a game, a hobby... Your choice." It's a gentle nudge, in an attempt to get him out there, but she's not cruel enough to outright push him out of his comfort zone. She's giving him a chance to grow while still being, hopefully, semi-comfortable.

Bo. There's a light smile on her face as she turns her head to look at him, somewhat amused by the way he decided to ask for a task. "Bo, I'd like you to prank an ally. Just make sure it's a friendly thing." She isn't expecting him to come up with any malicious pranks or anything, it's just a reminder that she'd give anyone. After all, there are plenty of people out there incapable of taking a joke. Disappointing, really, but instead of overthinking the prank idea, she turns to the next arrival. Loviatar seems to be lacking enthusiasm, but that's okay. The hellhound has been a lot of help lately, so it's alright that she doesn't dive head first into this whole concept. "Lovi, I'd like you to hold a sparring session. We're getting soft." Halo knows that there's been talk of training - Kellogg's doing something with that, right? She's not one-hundred-percent sure - but a good sparring session always gets the blood flowing. Besides, as blunt as she's being, her comment about them getting soft is true. Sometimes she feels the need to remind everyone that technically, WindClan is a neutral group, and should act like such. She doesn't want to go around and criticize everyone all day, though, so she tries to hold back. Now is one of the few times she briefly speaks her mind.

The next one to approach is someone Halo is less familiar with, despite knowing who he is nonetheless. She keeps tabs on everyone, partially because it feels like her job to do so, and partially because she's nosy. "Autopilot," the canine begins, having to think about this one due to not knowing him well enough to give an ideal task. Hopefully that will change with time. "I'd like you to hold a Q&A of sorts, that anyone can participate in - as in, be asked questions. I feel like everyone needs to get to know each other." It's about time, isn't it? Speaking of knowing people, there's Kellogg, who she's still trying to figure out. But for now, she knows enough to give him a fitting task. The deputy doesn't want him running all over the place for obvious reasons, so she takes a moment to think, knowing that there are plenty of ideas for him that won't involve overexertion. "I'm going to give you a choice, Kellogg." He better be thankful for that much. "You can either think up some ways to deal with The Exiles and/or Blackheart Rogues," there's that desire for revenge, "or you can do one of those... roast sessions. Is that what they're called? I don't know." In all honesty, Halo would love to do one of those, but she's offering the idea up for him instead. There's a pause, but it's obvious she has something else to say. "Or you could do both, if you have the time. Whatever floats your boat." With a wicked grin, she turns towards the pup to approach next.

"Leopold, I want you to put together some gift baskets for the next time ambassadors go visit allies. The normal stuff is so boring. Feel free to get creative. Maybe you could do items that seem to fit well for the particular groups?" The wolf shrugs, simply tossing the idea out there. For some of these tasks, she's doing her best not to be super controlling and leave open options. Although, her next task is... more specific, as she turns her violet gaze over to where Zerrak is. Wow, look at the two love birds, arriving around the same time. Sweet. "And Zerrak, I'd like you to have a picnic. It's a nice day and spending time together, as a Clan, is a good idea." And they mind as well relax while they're at it. No need to bring any more stress to her clanmates' lives, even if that's exactly what the earlier mentioned roast session is likely to do. It's all just supposed to be fun.

A talent show, huh?

As far as Halo's concerned, she doesn't have any outstanding talent, so she won't be participating. However, she might go just to watch. She's not the most social of her clanmates, tending to stick around those she already knows, but... she'll see. After all, she does consider herself to be more of an extrovert than an introvert. Being alone is far too boring for her, and seeing as her interest in things tends to diminish quickly, hanging out by herself is just her staring at the sky and hoping for something better. It's frustrating.

Ally interaction provides a chance to get out but still have familiar faces around, so after a few moments, she's able to come up with a decision (for herself, not everyone else). Slipping up alongside Featherboa, she gives a quick nod of her head. "Whoever wants to go can. I'm sure Luke will announce it when he gets a chance so everyone else knows about this, too." Well, when he arrives and finds out, that is. She's somewhat surprised to see she beat him here, but Halo understands that he's busy with other things, so she brushes that off. Besides, she's focused on this now, violet eyes flickering over to where Leviathan is, having previously been fixated on the distant horizon. "Thanks for the invite."

When she hears a voice, she jumps.

The blonde is scrambling to her feet within moments, soft brown gaze sweeping over the surrounding area. Her attention lands on a part of the cave that juts out - the thing blocking whoever it is from view. She pulls her head down as she shuffles forward, a careful movement that allows her to take her time and gain her composure. She left the flashlight behind, laying on the floor of the cave, the beam of light pointed in the general direction in which she's moving. There are a few moments where she walks in front of the rays, causing a shadowy figure to appear along the rock walls. With a deep breath, and a brief acknowledgement of how stupid she was to come out here without any weapons, she rounds the corner, coming face to face with Leviathan. For a few seconds, she stands there, eyes wide and a deer in the headlights look on her face. Doe-eyes are full of confusion as she shifts her position in the slightest.

"I'm, uh, Hailey." She wraps her arms around herself, gaze briefly moving off to the side before back, immediately fixating on the knife in his grip. There's a fleeting thought, in which she considers the fact that he could actually be a serial killer, before she looks him over, noting the military boots. She's smart enough not to let her guard down completely, but she does feel a tad more comfortable with the realization. The tension in her shoulders is gone as she begins to relax her muscles. He's lucky that he's part of the military and not a mass murderer of some kind. While she would have been nervous, Hailey has the anti-hero trope down to an art and wouldn't have gone down without a fight and a few snide comments. Deciding that there's no point in focusing on what could have happened, she snaps out of the daze. "Who are you?" There are a lot of questions on her mind, but that's the one that escapes her lips, the words smooth despite her shaky breathing - it's getting better. While there's plenty she'd like to know, she pauses, giving him a chance to respond.

"Dead," is the simple, blunt comment that comes from the approaching timber wolf. As far as she's concerned, she's being honest. WindClan has seen much better days. When she was a pup, the group had been thriving — a force to be reckoned with, even. But now they're just sort of... here. She hates it, but even in her position, there's only so much she can do to try and improve the place. For now, she just bites down and does her best to get through it, hoping better days are on the way. She's almost counting on that much. This can't be it. She can't accept that. With a loud sigh, Halo turns her violet gaze to Azazel. "As you can probably see, there aren't many of us around. I'm hoping activity gets better sooner rather than later." They can't wait any longer to fix this.

The deputy can't remember if she introduced her last time, having gotten there late. She mind as well do so now, just in case. "I'm Halo, deputy... Also the new ambassador for SunClan. I'm planning on stopping by soon." She makes the comment so it's known that they haven't forgotten about their allies. Halo just hasn't gotten a chance to stop by yet, but she's going to take action and get over there as soon as possible with gifts and the like. Probably after the meeting, so she'll at least have some type of update too — hopefully.

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Well, Kellogg's really taking charge, isn't he? Good for him.

"I can look for a place," the canine comments as she wanders over after Featherboa. As far as she's concerned, she likely knows the territory better than anyone else here. Perhaps she had been a kit who disappeared, but as a kitten, she had hiding spots all over the place and ended up with a vast knowledge on what's where. In fact, she has a few ideas, but the deputy knows that she'll have to do some further investigating before she deems any spot ideal. This is something that she can't mess up. The Clan's counting on her. This is a weight on her shoulders that makes her uncomfortable and nervous, but having gotten this far, she can do this.

The herb comment doesn't matter to her as much. After all, having spent a few months by herself, she had been forced to learn a basic herb knowledge if she wanted to survive. Therefore, she's all set, shrugging her shoulders a bit. Halo ends up flopping down, outstretched on the ground, trying to get comfy. The comment about Happycamper grabs her attention, however, and her violet gaze flickers towards the advisor almost immediately. "Don't go around acting like you're the official healer though, Bo. You're not yet." Yet, because maybe the position will end up being his, but Luke still has to figure that one out, doesn't he? They haven't had an active healer for a while, and she can't help but sigh - they really need to get on that.

And oh, the best part. A buddy system? Snorting, the canine presses her nose against one of her front legs, a wide smile appearing on her face. "Good one, Crusty Kellogg. Do I have to have a buddy?" She's joking, just a little. Admittedly, she'd prefer to fly solo just because she doesn't want to be responsible for someone else in that situation, but she knows she's unlikely to avoid this one. Maybe it depends on how many members they actually have. Despite the small size of the group, she still hasn't bothered to figure out whether the number is odd or even. Not important.

i haven't been super active here but cause i know u also play eloise, hey hey (': u could do halo if u would like~

Taking a deep breath, Halo bounds from one spot to the next within the woodlands, violet gaze flitting over the area deemed as the main camp. She hasn't been around much, which needs to change, but can she really do this? Her main reason for disappearing had been having more important duties elsewhere (WindClan), but that was... among other things. She's barely able to keep her attention in one place, eventually flopping down on a bed of moss and peering out into the distance, distracted. Behind her, her tail sweeps over the ground, a slow wag.

"I'm introducing myself," she calls out, a light grin appearing on her face — somehow it calms her nerves. "Basically, I'm Glasshalos, although I prefer Halo. I have a dual-alliance, mainly being in WindClan, cause I'm the... deputy there, and priorities. But you guys are cool too, so I decided to join." She had joined a little while back, in fact, but she had been so fixated on helping her original home — an admittedly futile task — that she hadn't gotten the chance to spend any time in BlizzardClan. Because things haven't been moving, she's decided to spend more time in her second home and get to know the members here. Some faces will be familiar — some more than others. Either way, she's prepared for whatever's coming her way.

She hopes.

Halo isn't necessarily the drinking type, but there are always going to be exceptions. This is one of them.

She goes for whiskey — it's not a choice that makes sense to her, but eventually, it won't really matter. There's only one goal here, and it doesn't take her long to achieve it. Her tail waves behind her, a lopsided grin on her face as she wanders through the house, stumbling over her own paws every once in a while. Her normal grace is completely lost, leaving her looking like an absolute clutz. It's not as if she way she walks is important, however. No one's going to pay attention to these sloppy movements that carry her right on over to a doorway, providing open space for her to look around. Admittedly, her head's too fuzzy and she can't even focus on anything, causing her to turn her gaze to her paws within moments. Her heart is pounding, and it's obvious to herself — alongside anybody else — that she isn't in this position often. For a fleeting moment, she's convinced that this was a bad move, but during a minute of clarity, she realizes she doesn't care.

Hmm, she's the second one to arrive? Surprising.

Admittedly, she's taken aback — even if Snappingbones were to cover the whole wound, the blood is still visible. It's when Emmaline calls out for a medic that the canine snaps out from the daze, violet eyes flitting over the gash before moving to his face, assessing. She's not as concerned as the other present, whether it's because of her inability to deal with some of her feelings, or because he should be in far worse shape. How did he make it here? It's a question that's nagging at her, and she takes a deep breath, pushing forward to get a closer look. "How did this happen?" It's not the inquiry she wanted to make, but it will have to do. After all, she's sure there's an interesting story, but upon realizing that her nosy nature might not be very welcomed, she speaks up again. "I mean, you don't have to tell me or anything. Just wondering."