hivemindd
/ It’s his birthday today..
hivemindd
-sparrowcall
// imma try cook with this, this can change depending on what kael's wearing - also sorry for the wait :skull:
It was another Fixer Station Skye called Kael out to. It was orbiting planet Virella, a garden world that was ravaged by war a long time ago, but its scars were healed over. Halcyon station was much more peaceful compared to the intensity of The Anvil, and for good reason - it was a diplomacy hub, which also served as a trade and humanitarian logistics point. Its most central elements were the botanical garden, a memorial room and a cafe strip that overlooked the planet below - "The Shoreline" was what they called.
Veillight finally came around. Initially a Moxian tradition, it became an important holiday of the Space Fixers. Many staff members dressed as famous heroes, mythological figures and pop culture icons. At the Shoreline, there was a cardboard box with the Weyland-Yutani logo on it. People there didn't pay much mind to it, but they could swear that every once in a while it moved a couple feet from its initial spot.
-sparrowcall
{ @hivemindd }
The smile on Skye's face grew increasingly more as she watched the man in front of her take off that pale mask. It /was/ him.
Her eyes did pretty much the same thing - scanning the pilot's outfit as well - from the heavy duty boots, to the weathered coveralls, the attention to detail he had was something she couldn't help but respect the hell out of. « A coincidence? Not so much... I'm pretty sure I heard you mention something about Halloween a while ago... That, and the fact that I got scammed by the bozos who said they'd bring the Ripley jumpsuit. So, I had to improvise - it turned out better than I thought! »
« Honestly, you did it better - it's like you just walked out of the holo-screen. » The cyanette chuckled as she said that, brushing a thumb along the fake gash, but in such a way as to not dirty her hand with blood. « No joke, I've had two people mistaking me for a civvie and asked me if I was okay. »
« And uh... don't mention it. In a way, you're doing me a solid, too - sometimes I forget to just... live. It's- it makes more sense if I don't try to explain it. »
hivemindd
[@-sparrowcall] Kael’s attention was drawn away by a familiar voice—Skye’s. He blinked, turning to face her, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as their eyes met. “I don’t know,” he teased lightly, a dry chuckle following. “Is it me?” Reaching up, he pulled the mask off his head, the cool air brushing against his face. The thing was suffocating enough as it was, and it muffled his voice to the point where he’d have to shout just to be heard—though, admittedly, that might’ve been entertaining in its own way. His gray eyes drifted over her, taking in every detail of her costume. It was flawless, perfectly put together, earning her an approving smile. “Well, isn’t that a coincidence?” he remarked, stepping closer, the mask now resting loosely in his hand. “Didn’t expect us to be matching.” He gave a small nod, amusement flickering across his features. “You really nailed the look, though. The fake wound’s a nice touch—guess that means I’m the one who did it, huh?” His smirk softened slightly. “Thanks for inviting me, by the way. Didn’t expect an invite, but… I’m glad you did. Gets me out of the base for a change.”
-sparrowcall
{ @hivemindd }
The box itself didn't seem to move from its spot in a brief minute after Kael focused on it. Then, a subtle twitch offset the box's position, before it began to move towards the nearby corner, away from Michael Myers. It frictioned against the floor, revealing that something, or /someone/ was inside of it.
Then, a set of footsteps began to clack closer to the area, before stopping behind the Myers.
« Kael, is that you? » A voice called out - it was Skye's.
There she was.
She never really got to celebrate Veillight in the past few years. There was always something happening that wouldn't let her to celebrate it that year. When she was racing, she mainly had to do it for marketing, not necessarily for herself. When she was starting out as a Fixer, she was out on an assignments. During the war on Glacis, it was harder to enjoy it, either. It's been six years since the racer properly celebrated this holiday, and wanted to put a lot more thought into the costume.
Brown ankle-height boots, navy-colored flared jeans, and a bright blue shirt, with her left sleeve partially torn to reveal a fake gash on her arm. She even had her hair cut in a layered style that's closer to the first movie. However, she still had that dark-ish hue and that cyan streak she simply couldn't let go of, as well as that tattoo on her arm.
// all good- HALLOWEEN GANG
hivemindd
/ He’d either be r.j. macready from the thing or michael myers for halloween
-sparrowcall
{ @hivemindd }
// oh my goddd- AAA I DUNNO IF I SHOULD HAVE SKYE GO FOR LAURIE STRODE TO MATCH WITH KAEL OR STICK WITH ELLEN RIPLEY FROM ALIEN-
-Gunslinger_
//random drop - the thought is he stops Boothill from eating a bullet\\
“Hey why’d ya stop from eatin that?” The male asked placing his hands on his hips.
-Gunslinger_
@hivemindd // The kiss to his head made the cyborg almost just completely collapse. He felt like his legs were just going to give out. It was really comforting to him and he smiled up at him. He had the biggest smile on his lips but then he decided to tease him, “ya know other space cowboys??” He just laughed and he buried his head back into him, “I’m fudgin with ya, however that kiss was nice, haven felt anythin like that in years…”
hivemindd
[@-Gunslinger_] A soft, breathy chuckle slipped past his lips as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss against the cowboy’s head. The moment was unexpectedly tender—comfort found in another’s arms, something Kael hadn’t felt in what seemed like ages. It pulled a rare, genuine smile from him. “Yeah,” he murmured, voice low and warm, “but you’re my favorite space cowboy.” His tone carried a trace of sincerity beneath the teasing. “Out of everyone scattered across the stars, there’s no one else I’d rather have beside me. I mean that—from the bottom of my heart.”
-Gunslinger_
@hivemindd // He just sighed and melted into the others hold some. It’s been a while since he had felt this comfortable with someone. “I know I know, but it ain’t wrong…. I am weird… Y’know space cowboy who can’t even say a single cuss word.” He laughed some and he spoke, “nah if it bothered me I could put a round between their eyes myself..”
act_two
“ keep talking. you’re not gonna make me do it. “
act_two
“ Make iced with oatmilk, salted caramel and whipped cream and you got yourself a deal. And make sure it’s oatmilk because last time it definitely wasn’t … it ruined my whole day.”
@hivemindd
act_two
“ I would rather jump off a bridge than do that. There is absolutely no way. Nothing you can say or do will make me do it. “
@hivemindd
lilackitty
how long do you plan on staring? have you never seen ears before?
hivemindd
[@lilackitty] “Well, I wouldn’t exactly call myself normal—far from it, actually. Maybe that’s what makes things interesting… who knows,” he said with a small laugh and a relaxed shrug. “But yeah, I get what you mean. Being normal’s overrated anyway. Kinda dull when everyone’s trying to be the same thing.” His tone softened as he glanced her way, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “You know, you remind me of something… you seem like the kind of person who’d enjoy the old wonderland tales—the ones with the jabberwocky and all that madness.”
lilackitty
why wouldn’t i take it as a compliment, when it so clearly is? ( she laughed in what was almost disbelief. ) i mean, seriously, who would ever want to be normal and boring when you can just .. not? it’s so much funner, really. you should try it.
hivemindd
[@lilackitty] There was something unsettling about her smile — something just slightly off, almost inhuman. It sent a faint chill down his spine, though he’d seen far worse before. “If you say so,” he muttered, studying her expression. “You’re… strange. Weird, even. But something tells me you’d probably take that as a compliment. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised given what I’ve seen so far.”
-hauntme
/ a treat
" anyone ever tell you that you have gorgeous eyes ? " alice asks , a slight cock of her head as she does so . they had literally just come back to the ship , post battle . she had taken off just her helmet , her hair askew and sweaty - it was liberty day the day before , and so the fight had been very good , very bloody .
hivemindd
[@-hauntme] / in my head, they’re married.. Kael let out a quiet, almost amused chuckle, tilting his head slightly. “Don’t overthink it, they’re just kind words wrapped in a little poetry,” he said, his gray eyes catching the light. His gaze swept over her armor, noting the battle scars and vivid colors smeared across it. Then he met her eyes with a sly grin. “Cards, huh? Sure. It’s been ages since I last played, but I’m curious to see if I still remember how. I’m in.”
-hauntme
// @hivemindd 》 I love them dearly her armor was caked with purple and blue, blood of the illuminate . she looked good in any colour , be it red , yellow , black or blue . as long as her enemies were dead . her helmet rested between her arm and hip . " why , thank you , kael . I sometimes don't ' t know what your words mean , but I wouldn ' t change it for the world . " she says , with a quick nod of her head , and grin on her lips . a total topic change , she nods towards the barracks . " you want a game of cards after briefing ? "
hivemindd
[@-hauntme] / gasp.. <3 Kael was taken aback by her words — the compliment wasn’t something he saw coming. Then again, with her, anything was possible. And if anyone were to say it, he’d rather it be her. A small smile tugged at his lips as a quiet chuckle escaped him. “Do I now?” he said, his tone laced with amusement. Holding his helmet under one arm, his uniform still spotless, it was clear most of his battles were fought from within a war machine — far from the blood and dirt of the field. “I appreciate that, truly,” he added with a faint grin. “And I can say the same about yours… your eyes are like the ocean at dusk — deep, endless, and shimmering like fractured glass beneath the moon’s pale touch.”
sunnyruler
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“Fuck-“
The redhead wasn’t usually one to curse, but a knife in your side would certainly be a perfect occasion for it. She stumbled down the street, trying to keep pressure on the wound as blood slipped between her fingers.
She had lost her bag during the scuffle and was more than a little banged up. Her ponytail had been all but ripped out in the struggle, leaving her hair a mess around her shoulders. Her nose was dripping blood onto her shirt as she looked desperately for somewhere to hide.
sunnyruler
@hivemindd “Thank you, Kael. It means a lot.” She smiled softly, making her way back to the couch. She sat down and got herself settled under the blanket. She was exhausted. She looked up at Kael once she was lying down.” I… sometimes I get nightmares. If I start making noise, you can just throw something at me. I’ll wake up and stop making noise.”
hivemindd
[@sunnyruler] While Aurinko was off cleaning herself up, Kael busied himself preparing the couch for her. It already had a couple of pillows, so all he really needed to do was unfold the blanket he’d fetched from the closet—a soft, slightly weighted one to keep her warm through the night. Still, he left a lighter blanket folded neatly on the coffee table, just in case she got too warm. When he heard the sound of her approaching footsteps, he glanced over his shoulder to meet the redhead’s gaze. A warm smile tugged at his lips as he gestured toward the couch. “I got everything set up while you were freshening up,” he said softly. “Get some rest, alright? You look like you could use it.”
sunnyruler
@hivemindd Aurinko winced a little, but offered him a soft smile.” Thank you.” She stayed where she was until he came back with the spare clothes.” I can scrub my things clean enough tonight, I think. I wouldn’t wanna take your clothes from you.” Aurinko eventually made her way to the bathroom. She got herself scrubbed clean and spent a while in there, though she tried her best to not use too much water. When she finally came out, she was dressed in his clothes and her hair laid in wet curls over her shoulders.
AgentHurricane-
“You don’t seem like someone who ends up in quiet places. What brought you here?”
He leans back slightly, voice gentle but edged with interest. “Most people who do are running from something… or looking for something they’re not ready to admit they lost.”
His gaze lingers a moment too long before softening “So which one is it for you?”
hivemindd
[@AgentHurricane-] “S.H.I.E.L.D…” Kael repeated the name softly, as if tasting the word for the first time, a faint smile tugging at his lips as his curiosity grew. “I’ve heard of your organization before, but this is the first time I’ve actually met one of you in person,” he said with a quiet chuckle. “Sorry to hear about your job, though. Must be rough going from fieldwork to desk duty.” He glanced down at the table briefly before meeting Enzo’s gaze again. “Name’s Kael — I’m with the earth space alliance,” he added, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table. “And I’ve gotta say, taking a bullet to the ribs and still being here to talk about it… that’s impressive. Not many people walk away from that. You’ve earned my respect.”
AgentHurricane-
❧【 @hivemindd 】❧ Enzo let out a low whistle, leaning back again as if giving Kael the space his story deserved. The faintest glint of respect flickered in his eyes — the kind only one soldier recognizes in another. “Galactic warfare,” he repeated, the corner of his mouth curving upward. “Now that’s not the kind of line you drop casually. Most people brag about surviving rush hour traffic.” He tilted his head slightly, studying Kael the way a man reads between redacted lines. “You’ve got the look — the posture, the way you measure your words. That kind of training doesn’t wash off easy.” A pause, then a quiet grin. “So yeah, you could say I’ve got a story or two. Name’s Enzo Chavez — S.H.I.E.L.D. agent… or I was, until a bullet between the ribs convinced the boss I’d be more useful behind a desk.” He tapped a finger lightly against the edge of the table, the sound soft but deliberate. “Now I sort files instead of fighting wars. Still, every once in a while, someone interesting walks in and reminds me what the field used to feel like.”
hivemindd
[@AgentHurricane-] “Oh, absolutely. Makes you wonder why you ever signed up for the job in the first place, huh?” he said with a quiet chuckle. Truth be told, Kael had his moments of regret—sometimes wishing he’d followed through with his original plan of working in a morgue instead of ending up in this line of work. But fate had other ideas, and there wasn’t much point in complaining now. Enzo’s words drew a faint smirk from him, his gaze shifting aside briefly before giving him a sidelong look. “Yeah, you could say that,” he replied in a lower tone, before turning his head back fully. “Galactic warfare, mostly. I’ve seen my share of combat back in my marine days—but things really started once I transferred over to the space alliance.” He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly with interest. “You strike me as someone with a story of your own. Go on, what’s your line of work?”
-sunshiinin-
" aw , i was hoping you'd keep still a bit longer - i was almost done drawing you ! "
hivemindd
[@-sunshiinin-] “From what I can picture, it seems like one of those places you’d mistake for an ordinary house at first glance. I’ve noticed a lot of chinese restaurants have that kind of look—and honestly, they always give off such a cozy vibe.”
-sunshiinin-
" theres a great place thats kinda hidden - like , you wouldn' think it was a pizza place at all . "