@-sparrowcall
// currently in a bad place atm, so i have to postpone my replies until tomorrow. apologies for the inconvenience
/ i hope you feel better soon. take care, and don't forget to drink water and take some time for selfcare when possible
//college has been beating my ass lately, but i will try get back to the replies I'm owed to later today. Feel free to @ me on the threads, because there's a good chance i forgot about them :pain:
“Uh—hey, so… sorry I kinda used your car as a projectile against that monster. You’re not mad, right? I swear I’ll pay you back. Eventually.”
[@-sparrowcall] Kenji opened his mouth to answer, then immediately froze, a nervous laugh bubbling out. “Yeah, uh… about that…” He flashed her a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck. “I kinda… missed? Didn’t really land the hit. Honestly, it was a super reckless move and—yeah, I know, I know. Don’t yell at me—“
{ @gianthero }
« Dude, I... I was going to pay for insurance... » The racer look more distraught, filled more with disbelief than anger. « At least tell me you managed to hit whatever that was with it... »
// had massive assignments to complete and a fuckton of studying for tomorrow's tests, wish me luck, imma go sleep-
/ bites..
|| Post-Mission Briefing at the Ironside Hangar concluded ||
With her military coat closed nearly entirely (not closing from the knees to her belt-line), a black skin-tight suit underneath and a black (motorcycle-like) helmet with black visor and what looks like feline ears. Her black hair flowing from underneath the helmet reaching her waist as Selene leans back on her chair, with her feet propped on table with the post-mission documentation.
<< " I'm glad this mission is finally over, those rookies were way too scared to get anything done quickly... Che fastidio. ">> Agitation could be heard from underneath her helmet as she spins her saber on the floor.
--| @-sparrowcall |-- Selene lets out an amused chuckle as the cyanette fired back at her agitated remark. << "oh povero me, cosa farò" ((Oh poor me, what will I do?))" >> The black haired female sneered back. << " Luckily for you, Amica ((Friend)), my violent nature was drilled in me. Hence why I can smile, laugh and dance in the middle of la arte bellica ((Warfare))" >> As she takes off the helmet only to show a wicked smile, all the while gazing at Skye. Selene stops spinning her saber and sheaths it as she stands up. With her saber sheathed and her hand on her holstered pistol, she walks around the table towards the cyan racer and stops behind her. << "To everyone in the room except for la femmina ciano ((the cyan female)): buon lavoro, siete tutti congedati... That means Good work, you are all dismissed." >> As everyone leaves the room out of fear of the crimson eyed woman, only the cyanette racer; Skye and the Fallen wolf; Selene, were left in the room which in turn permeated with silence for a few minutes. << "Amica, back in my hometown we used to have a grand festival, Il carnivale di Morti ((the carnival of the Dead)). We sing, we dance, we laugh and we KILL. Those we see as insignificant? disposed. Those who attack or hurt the famiglia close to us? Buried 10 feet down." >> Selene pauses as she spins Skye towards her on the chair and grabs the backrest of said chair, effectively pinned the racer between the Siracusan and the chair. << "So, to tell you the truth... I was taught to dispose of that what bothers me from veeery young, Amica. Luckily for this entire station here, you are all quite entertaining to be around... Especially you, Amica. I love that fierce look you give me when I berate those cuccioles impaurito ((scared puppies)). ">> The Crimson eyed Siracusan lets go of the chair and grabs Skye's chin, pointing it up towards herself. << "Mi hai preso in ostaggio ((you have me wrapped around your finger)) and you don't even know it.">>
{ @Selene_La_Decaduta }
« They're fresh out of the Program, give 'em a break... » The cyanette fired back, her eyes not lifting up from the datapad she was typing information into. Judging by her voice and slightly slouched posture, she didn't seem to be in the mood to deal with the usual matters. At least, that's what it will be as soon as she's done with the paperwork.
« Besides... you're saying that like you haven't been in that position when you've seen action for the first time. » After that pause, the racer /did/ take one good look at the person across the table before returning to her work.
*drops in your mb*
// *slaps top of helmet* biblical levels of touch-starved, this one
@-sparrowcall // Damn, sounds like an issue for another day. *Coming from the one still trying to make somewhat good OCs also trying to make it through college without having another mental breakdown and without burning out on writing because of Composition class (ffffuuuuuuu-)*
“If you wanted my attention, you could’ve just asked for it. Still, you managed to pull me out of my thoughts anyway.”
{ @hivemindd }
« You're not wrong. » Skye couldn't help but give an understanding nod, as well as crack a small smile in return. « It wouldn't have bothered me... Shit, sometimes it's just really quiet out there - the kind of "quiet" that really sucks. »
« So, next time you think about calling me, Kael... just fuckin' send it. » The racer chuckled a little uttering out the last part, her eyes drifting back up at the pilot after mostly staring at the floor between them.
[@-sparrowcall] Kael let out a quiet chuckle, soft enough that it was easy to miss. He’d always been the observant type—very little ever slipped past him. Whenever someone wasn’t quite themselves, he’d pick up on it instantly, even if he chose not to comment. “I notice everything. Nothing gets by me,” he said, lips pressing together before curling into a smirk. “I was going to call you on my Aegis watch, but I figured you were probably swamped with your duties, so I held off.”
{ @hivemindd }
« No, yeah - I get it. » The pilot murmured softly, before leaning with her shoulder against the wall, looking up at Kael with her arms crossed. She nodded along, and took a deep breath to give herself some time to think about what she wants to say. « It's not my type. Too clingy, and too slow. I'm pretty sure outpacing death's been the story of my life so far. So, uh... I had a lot to untangle in my brain. It's something I feel like I have to do every once in a while to not completely lose it. I... didn't think you'd notice. »
karina had the hood propped open, grease staining her fingers as the faint hum of a dying engine at the side of the road filled the quiet stretch of road. she didn’t bother looking up when she heard footsteps crunch. “keep walking,” she muttered, tightening a bolt. “instead of standing there gawking.”