1x1 with sparky and vogelbiene

[sparky.]

hi this is a one x one with
sparky and vogelbiene so
please don't post unless
you are one of us or a
mod thank youuuuuu


(sorry i had to pick a
funny picture of some
sort)

[cherubim]

name || valerie louise bauer
nickname(s) || val
age || eighteen
gender || female
sexuality || pansexual
birthdate || fifth of december

eye colour || slate blue
hair colour || light brown, a mix between blonde and brunette
height || 5'8
complexion || fair, light freckles across her face and a tiny scar on the top right corner of her right eyebrow
physique || hourglass figure, but with a little more chub
around her hips and thighs. often quite self-concious about this, but is rather healthy all round.
typical wear || thin-fit light blue jeans, dusty rose turtleneck tank, and a dark olive jacket, topped with a cream coloured scarf that is always worn, no matter the weather

about valerie || growing up as the eldest of five children, valerie has always had some layer of responsibility placed upon her, even if she isn't the best role-model. she is highly family-orientated and is fiercely loyal and protective of those close to her - so much so that it sometimes breaches her own saftey. though she can be very argumentative, stubborn and defiant, she has a heart of gold and is ready to shower countless well-meant affections on those who mean a lot to her. (it can, however, get out of hand.)
however, she is quick to cut ties and isolate herself once she notices or feels that she is being discarded (even if this is imaginary) and can cause trouble between friendships due to this. her overthinking tied with her impulsive behaviour is a horrible mix, and she often finds herself in more trouble than it's worth. does she regret it? all the time, but like hell she'll admit to it.
she often looks towards the day she can return to her family with the various trinkets she hoards and tell them all about the wonderous adventures she was on. after all, that's what big sisters do, right?

[sparky.]

more about novia andrews:
novia andrews is a student at the piloting school known as the galaxy garrison.
she, after her short time there, has befriended three boys, pidge, hunk, and
lance. she's been training in co-piloting, which has shown to be difficult with
lance at the helm, but never the less, it's worked out for her so far. wip!!!!!!

name- novia andrews
nickname- v, via, novia
age- seventeen
gender- cis.female
s.o- bisexual
species- human
scent- vanilla and cinnamon
build- slim, short, 5'4"
hair- ginger
eyes- light brown, tinted red
stats:
strength- weak, but strong legs
speed- a speedy child, shockingly
experience- no combat expierence

[sparky.]

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xxx♚..ｎｏｖｉａ..ａｎｄｒｅｗｓ
xxxx( location, cabin ) ( training, co-pilot) ( feeling, tired )

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novia rubbed her tired eyes. she was currently sitting on the floor of a shack in the middle of nowhere with three of her friends, some random dude who has some sort of alien indused amnesia and a highschool drop out. the female held back a yawn as she stretched her arms up, her back letting out small cracks as she did so. she was in the corner, her back against the wooden wall and her knees to her chest. she had been like this all night waiting for this "shiro" dude to wake up. all. night. the sun was now peaking up over the horizon and shedding light into the dusty shack. this was fantastic, utterly amazing. she snuck out of the garrison thanks to some stupid idea lance had and look where it got her. sometimes she wonders why he was the pilot when he's not the best leader. novia straightened her legs out, her knees letting off small cracks. honestly, everything in her body needed to be cracked. she was sore and cramped and everything that happened felt like a blur to her.

[cherubim]

word count || 436
ooc || finally, after waiting so long for this lmao. I hope it's alright and keith isn't ooc rip. it's hard being edgy :( also it may be slightly short, so forgive me for that, but I can assure you I will pick up the pace as we go along!

Keith hadn't slept.
After finding Shiro, armless and sedated, having four more tag-alongs and being genuinely furious due to the entirety of the circumstances he was up against, it was only natural Keith couldn't sleep. He was running on adrenaline alone and felt as though he could take on the entirety of the Garrison one-handed. (And he probably would have done if it weren't for that niggling voice in the back of his head.)

The sun was rising over the horizon of the endless desert by the time Keith climbed down off of the roof of his makeshift shack, deciding that he should probably move back inside just to ensure none of the people from yesterday had stolen anything of his and run off with it overnight. Not that they could have run far, of course, but one could never be too sure.
He slowly opened the screen door, cringing slightly as the hinges creaked and groaned from the movement, and carefully stepped inside, being mindful of the sprawled limbs to the side. There was, however, movement in the corner as he stepped inside, causing Keith to sigh. Of course he couldn't just get away with not having to converse with anyone too early. Honestly, he just wanted to speak with Shiro - the rest of them were simply there due to a slip in time management. He wouldn't be seeing them again after today.
But the movement wasn't from Shiro, but from the girl that accompanied the group of Garrieon kids that had hitched a ride with him yesterday. He genuinely had no clue as to who was what, even if that so-called 'Lance' classed him as a rival. He hadn't the need for such trivialities when he was at the Garrison, much less need to remember those in his classes.

Hoping that the other was simply moving in a sleep-induced haze, Keith moved to sit at the makeshift desk at the far corner, using a crate as a chair and staring at his mindmap of general oddities hanging on the wall. Now that Shiro was here, he had no need for any of it, right? Sure, it was a nice hobby and yeah, that cave had many uncovered secrets, but the need to know simply had vanished within Keith. At least he could focus on exposing the Garrison now.
His previous hopes were in vain, though, as the girl stood and glanced around his shack, obviously slightly confused and rather miffed over the situation. She looked tired, Keith noticed, but he made no effort to try and converse; he wasn't up for mindless small talk.

[sparky.]

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xxx♚..ｔａｋａｓｈｉ..ｓｈｉｒｏｇａｎｅ
xxxx( location, cabin ) ( training, pilot) ( feeling, tired )

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the male on the couch groggily moaned, half from pain and half from confusion. he pressed his palms to hise eyes, watching firework like patterns dance around before he pushed himself to sit up, opening his eyes. he let out a short few coughs as dust entered his heaving lungs. were was he? his nervous gaze quickly surveyed where he was. the place was wooden, small and familier. swining his legs over the edge of the couch, shiro's vision came more into focus. he was facing a large board and a figure wearing a red jacket. "keith." shiro croaked, his voice barely audiable as he looked at the male before him. the male he had considered a brother. that's where he was. in keith's little desert shack. was he safe? he wasn't sure. all he knew was that he was on earth.

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xxx♚..ｌａｎｃｅ..ｍｃｃｌａｉｎ
xxxx( location, cabin ) ( training, pilot) ( feeling, confused? idk. seems alright to me man)

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at the groan, the young cuban jolted up from the small wooden chair. his movement caused hunk's head to topple of his shoulder, which caused quiet a bit of noise might he add. the loud sound of hunk woke the last person up, pidge. now everyone in the small shack was up. lance's eyes scanned the area. it was him, hunk, and pidge in one corner, novia in the opposite corner, shrio on the couch and keith standing near a large board. the cuban lept to his feet, stretching slightly before peering over to check on shiro. lance's interest then deflated as it seemed shiro was only interested in keith at the moment. instead, he turned his friend. walking over to novia, he extened a hand to help her up, which she accepted. "shiro's up." he muttered to his friend as she stretched her legs a little.

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xxx♚..ｎｏｖｉａ..ａｎｄｒｅｗｓ
xxxx( location, cabin ) ( training, co-pilot) ( feeling, tired )

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novia was now on her feet, pulling her foot back to her hip in an effort to strech it as she had lost feeling in it from the awkward sleeping posistion. "'bout time." novia murmured back, switching to stretch her other leg. with both feet firmly planted on the ground she walked over to the couch, sitting on the arm and crossing her legs, easily balencing. her arms crossing as she waited. for what? she didn't know. lance also joined her, standing with his hands resting on the back of the couch. pidge and hunk seemed to finally collect themsevles, and they both seemed intrigued on how shiro was doing. "have a nice sleep? because i didn't." novia asked shiro, her voice dropping low at the second part. lance heard of course, and he snickered lightly.

[cherubim]

word count || 540
ooc || so I kept with Pidge having male pronouns here bc yaknow, gotta go with the canon version, right? they'll change once we get to the whole scene where she admits her actual identity. just to clear up any confusion!

Standing up so quickly it gave him a head spin, Keith rushed over to Shiro’s side, ignoring the black dots that swam in his vision. He was glad that the other had woken; part of him was worried that the other would be in some kind of induced coma from the drugs they had put Shiro under last night. He placed a careful, measured hand upon Shiro’s shoulder, helping him sit up on the lounge. His main concern was Shiro’s wellbeing for now – the others would come later. It wasn’t as though they couldn’t take care of themselves, anyway.
“You okay, Shiro?” He asked, stepping away from the other to allow him some personal space. The poor guy had an eventful night, after all, and Keith didn’t even want to think about what he had gone through in that alien ship. His eyes drifted down to the prosthetic limb, which seemed too advanced to be anything from Earth.

He then cast a sideward glance at the four others, who seemed rather tired and confused. Not that he really blamed them, but it felt too crowded in the shack with the six of them there. How they were going to get back, he didn’t know, especially since they would be dead meat returning to Iverson now. Not that it was his problem, but he still felt a little sorry for the poor saps.
He rolled his eyes as Lance and the red-head muttered something, not up for picking fights just yet. The other two – the one he had classed as ‘big man’ last night and the younger one who seemed rather familiar – stood to the side, who seemed decent enough. Oddly silent, but he supposed that was a good thing. The last thing they all needed was some sort of uproar.

Deciding that it was getting too stuffy within the shack, he motioned for Shiro to follow him as he stepped outside, going to the balcony. He hoped Shiro would be alert enough to at least do that.

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Pidge frowned; this guy – Keith, Lance had said his name was – seemed rather unimpressed with the four of them staying at his place. It wasn’t their fault that Lance had decided it was a good idea to follow the drop-out and ‘save Shiro’. He huffed, watching as Keith walked out, Shiro following him.
“Well,” he grumbled, watching Hunk out of the corner of his eye, “that was uneventful.”
Snatching her backpack out of Hunk’s grasp once more and glaring at him, he placed it on the floor before turning to face the three. “What do we do now?”

“I vote we get out of here before he gets back.” Hunk piped up, rubbing his hands together nervously. Pidge groaned, rolling her eyes.
“Hunk, this guy knows something! I mean, he knew to come find Shiro, right? He could have some clues into the Kerberos mission, and Shiro has to know something. I gotta find out what the Garrison is hiding.” he sighed, letting his shoulders slump. “Shiro’s return proves that.”

Hunk sighed, groaning in defeat. He wasn’t about to fight Pidge on this – especially when he had such fixation on it. Pidge was stubborn, and Hunk wasn’t about to fight him on it.