𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐝𝐞.

hey man,   its all good.   we all have lives.   

//  but wattpad is also a good rp choice, too. i hope you don't go on a long hiatus, but it's ultimately up to you.

@-sparrowcall 
            
            Hey stuff happens irl and that's ok only the really toxic people go "why haven't you responded." Only the real friends will understand and we know that you have been busy with various stuff so it's ok :)

{ @temptisms }
            
            // sorry for the delay!
            
            « mm, you know what? maybe i will. » skye murmured softly, letting out a hum in thought, before raising an eyebrow in sheer curiosity. « but before i show you, what is it that you have in your bag of tricks, i wonder? »

 /   nice!  congrats on that!

/    Congrats!

[@-sparrowcall] /    *the crowd starts booing*  only logged on here to (finally) clean the mb so only your message is there.. :)

{ @g5_redguns }
            
            // AAAYYYYEEEE YOOOO- IGGY JUMPSCARE

{ @-F0r-SuperEarth- @the_hellbane @cybergearz @hyrded }
            
            // thank you guys so much for the wishes, and for your support <3

&.     happy birthday, dearest. i pray you’re graced with nothing but utter happiness&    blessings. 

 happy day of birth ;;confetti;; ;;dance;;

{ @the_hellbane }
            
            « well, mission accomplished - because you really surprised me with that one. » skye remarked with a small smile, giving her lover a playful nudge. she wasn't that good or allowed herself to show too much, but it was clear that her happiness was genuine. « i've been having a hard time to find these bags back in mox, ever since the company shut down. with the limited edition wrappers, these might as well be artifacts. i... » the fixer tried to continue what she had to say, but words caught up in the back of her throat. even if she tried to spit them out, it wouldn't be enough to express her gratitude. not just for the snacks, however - but also for the fact that she /noticed/. that she /cared/. and so, she took one step closer and wrapped her arms around the slayer, holding them in a hug. « thank you, ivy... for everything. »
            
            // sorry if the reply seems a bit mid and my english seems all over the place, i am currently running on fumes in terms of sleep-

[@-sparrowcall]
            
                 It always made Ivana melt a little inside seeing her partner genuinely happy. After everything they’d been through, even the smallest moments of joy were something she cherished. She reached up to remove her helmet, setting it aside with a quiet sigh as fresh air hit her face. Wearing heavy gear in the hottest realm imaginable wasn’t ideal—especially when the air barely moved under that helmet—but she preferred it over smelling some of the less pleasant demons. According to old UAC files, creatures like the Mancubus had a stench that could make paint peel.
            
                 “I stumbled across this little convenience store I didn’t even know existed,” she said with a chuckle. “Funny enough, it was near where I was born back on Earth. The place was hidden well—blink and you’d miss it unless you really paid attention.” She flashed a grin, slinging her bag onto the table beside her helmet. “They had stuff I haven’t seen since I was a kid… like Surge—yeah, that Surge. I grabbed the last three packs of the nova strips. I got excited and wanted to surprise you.”

{ @the_hellbane }
            
            // they ain't getting paid enough dawg- and just because i can, here's a bit of lore about skye's fave candy brand :skull:
            
            « ivy, you're back! » skye uttered out, her voice getting a notch louder than the usual after she was met with this surprise, having her eyes focused on a film running on a tablet propped up on her lap. on the seam side of the holographic screen, ivy could see a mirrored and fainter scene of an archaeologist doing their damnedest to outpace a massive boulder chasing them. now, the film was paused and set aside.
            
            the cyanette jogged up to the slayer, seeing the bag of treats that was now extended to her. those icy hues then shifted from the bag, to her partner, to the bag again, and then they finally settled on ivana. « thanks, ivy... i- no way. » she tried to thank, before something inside that bag caught her eye. as soon as she began to think that it was what she thought it was, she reached inside and pulled out that certain treat.
            
            a bag of nova strips. but not just any bag - a bag of nova strips made by the former company who shut down almost two years ago. judging by the wrapper, it was one of the last million units that would be packaged prior to the shutdown. these were comparably better than the new recipe by its competing brand. nowadays, they can be found in more niche corners of the galaxy. to see that ivy managed to get her hands on one of these special edition packs was really uncommon. « how'd you get this? » she chirped, her eyes lighting up like it was sirius morning all over again.

/    OR those inflatable dinosaur costumes.. 

{ @shxdowfxll }
            
            « huh? » skye was presented with a case from the princess, before carefully opening it. inside she could see the pristine, sealed packs, with labels the fixer's probably only seen in officer-class supply chains. they were clearly levels above the usual MRE rations she keeps aboard the nightowl. seeing this gift made the cyanette freeze for a half-second, part of her brain instantly wanting to brush it off as something she doesn't need... but another part, the tired part, can recognize how thoughtful this is. she could tell that aelith wasn't just being nice, but rather - she noticed. the fixer's voice remained calm, even - but it was just slightly softer than usual.
            
            « i... you didn't have to do this. »

[@-sparrowcall]
            
                 It would’ve been a lie if the young woman claimed she wasn’t excited to finally meet someone who wasn’t from Argent D’Nur. Despite being more introverted than anything, meeting someone like the pilot felt like a rare luxury. Things had gotten dull lately—talking to the same people every day wore her down to the point where she mostly kept to herself, staying in the room the Sentinels gave her and strumming her guitar for comfort. Ruby, she called it—her most prized possession, right alongside her skateboard. Both items, along with a handmade bracelet from a school friend, were the only things she managed to bring when her mother dragged her here after the demons invaded Earth. They were her lifelines—small pieces of home that helped her cope with the grief.
            
                 When Skye offered her a seat, Ivana quietly settled beside the cyanette, legs crossed, giving her full attention. From what she could gather, Skye seemed to be around her age, which made it easier to open up.
            
                 “Must be nice being in the sky all the time,” she mused, her eyes drifting upward. “I always wondered what it’s like to fly, to just… glide freely like a bird, without anything getting in your way.” Her gaze shifted back to Skye with quiet curiosity. “So… where are you from?”

{ @the_hellbane }
            
            « that's fair enough. » the pilot shrugged with a small smile of her own. at least she knew this person wasn't going to give the cyanette shit for being out of the settlement, and wasn't going to bring any trouble her way, either. once reassured, she patted a clear spot of grass next to her, offering the brunette to take a seat, after putting out her cigarette, finished with it. « you can stay 'ere. »
            
            it was clear that this person hasn't met anyone outside of the planet in a /long/ time by the way the questions were thrown at skye. even though some people might've found that annoying, she fully accepted that curiosity.
            « hey, no harm done. honestly, i cannot recall my first flight, but i'm pretty sure it was soon after i could proper see above me' controls... so i'd say about five, or six years... and it was on my gladius, as well! i adopted that stray from one of the scrapyards back home. the frame was well-kept, but it missed components. » skye uttered out, starting to drift off into talking about the her ship in a fashion comparable to a bedtime story, or a fairy tale.

[@-sparrowcall]
            
                 Ivana paused, catching herself mid-thought as she realized how contradictory her own question sounded. She wasn’t supposed to be outside the outpost, and there was no easy way to explain herself without sounding like a kid who broke the rules. Just thinking about it made her cringe a little. When Skye responded, Ivana slung her rifle over her back to show she wasn’t looking for trouble—though she kept a hand on the strap, just in case.
            
                 “That’s a fair question… and honestly, I don’t have a great answer,” she admitted with a sheepish grin, her fingers brushing the back of her neck. “I just needed to stretch my legs. Being stuck in that outpost day in and day out gets old fast, so I snuck out for a bit of fresh air.”
            
                 Her tone perked up with curiosity. “Are you the pilot they called in? I haven’t met anyone from another world in… well, a long time. That’s actually pretty gnarly.” Her eyes lit up as the questions started pouring out. “How long have you been flying? What kind of ship do you use? I don’t mean to bombard you, but it’s been forever since I talked to someone who wasn’t from Argent D’Nur—it’s honestly refreshing.“