IVANA. ⛧

@the_hellbane 
            
            “Oh—“ Carmon paused while slowly sitting next to her partner, her hand shaking towards Ivys. “I’m glad you’re okay.. I’m sorry I can’t be much help—“

[@prettysmilings]
            
                 “Just… almost got killed earlier, and it’s been weighing on me all day. I’m sick of being the only one they send down there—everyone else is treated like backup for when I go down.”

@the_hellbane 
            
            “What happened, Ivy?”

she stopped pacing back and forth and came to a halt in front of the chair ivana was occupying. she inhaled sharply before letting out a loud sigh. “that is not the point. your stuff is on the floor, just use the racks to—” she cut herself off, looking at ivana, and let out another sigh. she was right. she needed to calm down.
            
            so she lowered herself to the floor in front of the chair and lay flat on her back, her hair fanning out across the carpet as she stared up at the ceiling. she really should remove the carpets— it would’ve been nice to feel the cold tiles at times like this.
            
            “i am calm,” she said eventually, her voice softer, another quiet sigh following. “i didn’t mean to yell at you like that. i’m just upset about the blood. there are still stains i can’t get off— but i didn’t mean to yell.” she tilted her head on the floor, looking up at ivana. “i’ve been having a week… and seeing it was the last straw, i guess.”

[@sentimvntalist]
            
                 “Huh? I think you’ve got things a little mixed up, Karina,” Ivana said, brow arching. “You’re the one who told me I could stash my stuff in the garage—and trust me, that’s barely even a fraction of what I actually own.” She leaned back in the chair, arms folding across her chest.
            
                 “As for the blood? Yeah, I can’t really argue that one,” she admitted with a shrug. “But I have helped you clean. I’m not some lazy jerk who dumps a mess and walks away. Half the time I don’t even realize there’s blood on my boots because I’m… somewhere else. Stuck in my head.” Her voice dipped into a murmur, almost to herself. Being a demon hunter wasn’t easy—it left her drifting, disconnected, and sometimes unable to piece together the ending of her own day. “Why don’t we take a breath and talk this out without raising our voices, alright?”

“why am /i/ acting like this?” karina scoffed out a breath, hands on her hips as she stalked the length of the room. “you need to stop using my garage as a storage room for all your… stuff. i almost tripped the other night. and oh, for the love of the gods— don’t walk around the house if your boots are bloody. you’ve got it all over my carpets, my floors. and you don’t even help me clean!”

// i'd say yes, she absolutely can-

@blqndiee 
            
            Not even chuck Norris could take her I'm afraid 

/ yeah. She can. 

renelm spared her only a single glance before letting out an exaggerated sigh. “stupid machines…” he muttered, clear annoyance dripping from every word. anything that wasn’t a sword or a dagger was already beneath him, and the gun in his hands proved no exception. after another pointed sigh, he finally gave up trying to fix it, closing his eyes briefly before turning toward an empty stretch of space.
            
            “you better be grateful for this,” he tossed over his shoulder, raising a hand and slicing it through the air. space folded open like a curtain, revealing what looked like a portal—an entrance to a room suspended in nothingness. “follow me,” he instructed, stepping one foot inside before pausing. he turned back sharply, narrowing his gaze at her.
            
            “and absolutely no touching.”

[@caritonis]
            
                 Ivana watched the kitsune fuss over her heavy assault rifle, a soft sigh leaving her as she leaned back against the wall, arms crossed. It was honestly a little entertaining seeing him try to piece it together. She lifted a brow, a quiet chuckle slipping out. “I do have a sword—argent-powered, actually,” she said. “I just don’t use it much. I’m more of a guns girl, thank you.”

“if you can just keep your words to yourself…” he muttered, not even sparing her a glance as he turned the gun over in his hand. his tone was all irritation and dry disdain. “this is why i don’t use incompetent weapons like this,” he added, flicking the safety with clear annoyance. “just get a sword.”

“i’m yet to lose any race, and i don’t plan on breaking that streak.” karina nodded, her eyes following her own hand as she touched the door, pushing it closed as ivana stepped out. for a brief moment, she let herself wander back down memory lane. no matter how rebellious it seemed, karina would always prefer the thrill of the racing over any luxury she was offered— because the part of her she was chasing could only be found in the living of it.
            
            “a little more than six years now,” she said, lifting her gaze to meet the other’s. “i know, i know.” she chuckled, brushing off the stirring emotion with practiced ease. “not so long to achieve what i have. what can i say? i’m just that good.”

[@sentimvntalist]
            
                 Ivana tilted her head slightly, keeping her gaze fixed on Karina with a playful grin and a raised brow. The sound of the new car was tempting—enough to spark her curiosity about how the machine handled. Resting an elbow on the open window, she leaned in a little. “Oh, I’m not missing that for the world,” she said with a confident nod. “You’re one hell of a woman, probably the best driver I’ve seen yet.” A soft chuckle escaped her. “Honestly, I bet you could give speed racer a run for his money—if he were real.” Unbuckling the seatbelt, Ivana stepped out of the car and turned back to face the woman. “So… how long have you been racing, anyway?”

with a grin tugging at her lips, she walked up to where ivana had parked, rounding the driver’s side before leaning against the door, her arms resting casually on the open window. “that’s my girl,” she said over the roar of the engine, pride threading through her tone. “oh, i know." she mused, "i’m already waiting to tune one to go even faster. i bought another racing car—lightweight frame, turbocharged v8 engine, carbon-fiber body, all the works.” a spark of excitement flickered in her eyes. “it’ll be here in a couple of days. if you want to catch me taking it for a trial run, you know where to find me.”

He nodded silently. His kagune were poised and ready for a fight if need be.
            Intense eyes watched her advancing forward. Then they landed on her hand moving to the hilt of her weapon. His nerves were prickled by anxiety, then. Sure, he had his regenerative abilities, but this stranger looked like a formidable foe. His next words were barbed and venomous– an attempt to protect himself and shut her out metaphorically.
            "I'm doing what I need to, to survive. You would never understand."

[@worldofhorrors]
            
                 “A terrible person, huh?” Ivana mused with a soft chuckle, not convinced mercy was owed to every creature—no one deserved to be hurt, but that didn’t mean she’d hand out forgiveness freely. Judging by the ghoul’s appearance, she could understand why someone might strike first; humans aren’t made to face grotesqueries from another realm, and he was probably acting in self-defense. She took a deliberate step forward, fingers brushing the hilt of a dormant blade but not drawing it—she wasn’t looking for a fight, only staying wary. “If there was a fight between you two, fine—I’ll keep my distance. But you’ll have to give me a reason to believe you’re not a threat.”

 "He was a terrible person."  He said between mouthfuls of gore,  "He hurt me AND hurt one of my friends... But that's not going to happen anymore."
            His hand wiped at his blood-stained mouth, and then he stood up. With bated breath, he stared at her expectantly. He anticipated some form of physical retaliation from what he'd done; maybe a punch or a kick from her.
            Regardless, he remained still and waiting, staring at her with bright red eyes.

[@-sparrowcall] /    Oh, yeah, that’s pretty much what I was doing already. The UAC barely knows anything about her besides her first name and who she’s related to. Since she doesn’t really speak in the lore, the database only lists the bare essentials. As for her personal life? Totally wiped—except for the fact that her mother’s dead. I wanted to keep her wrapped in mystery, muehehe.

{ @the_hellbane }
            
            // what i like to do is make both statements true - you could say that ivy gets a last name, but you know that it won't be brought up except in official documentations or databases-
            
            this might not be a thorough answer, but i think it might help you make up your mind - hope this helps!

[@worldofhorrors] /    I’m glad you like her! :D I’m always thinking of something new for her every once in a while..

@the_hellbane 
            
            I'll bring the 500kg bombs 

/ yess, do it. love that for you. <3 

{ @the_hellbane }
            
            // noooo you can't just shoot a hole in the surface of mars, it might spin out of orbit- D:

[@caritonis]
            
                 “I already got my weapon back — that was dealt with weeks ago. So what are you here for now? Trying to steal it again? You should’ve known I’d come out on top.”
            
            /    Plsss.. I love them sm—

&.        tense on @/symbel pls 

@the_hellbane 
            
            / give it 

//  please