#hyperionsangel

[jackfromthegrave]

"SO, UH-- ANY NEW UPDATES THERE, ANGEL? 'Cause I've been waiting, like, five freakin' hours over here."

He's been waiting five minutes, actually, but there's little difference to Hyperion's head honcho who paces the core room, hands on his hips and eyes raking warpaths through the floor. Handsome Jack is feeling impatient and that's never a good thing. Not for anyone.

"God, I thought you outgrew this phase. The whole ‘not gonna do what my dad says because wooo teenage rebellion! stick it to the man!’ phase. Gets real old real quick!" Of course she's never behaved like that, but Jack sees what he sees. Which is often not the cold, harsh truth laid out all too visible right in front of him.

@hyperions-angel ♡’d for a starter

[sirhys]

Frequency Found! @hyperions-angel replied to the starter call!

    ... the connection is hazy at best when he manages to find it, and it takes a lot of     time tweaking and trying to brute force a place to pin it to that it Rhys almost gives up     trying to figure out exactly what this one was trying to lead him to. But as if the universe     wants him to find the proverbial pot of gold at the end of this rainbow, he finds a lucky     break in digging further into the nitty-gritty of the ECHOcomm’s tracking software,     and manages to get...

    ... w-well, it sure does look like a black, blank screen. It says it’s connected, though.

    “... hello? Hel-loooo? Is anyone there?”

[hyperionangel]

hyperions-angel replied to your post “i have this REALLY GOOD set-up of how my fic is going to end and i’ve...”

The struggle is real

it sooo is why do i do this

[bluetattooforever-blog]

hyperions-angel started following you

Maya’s eyes widened.  Another Siren?  She felt a flutter of excitement in her belly.  If this girl truly was another Siren, half of all of them in the entire universe were on this planet.

“Hello,” she said with a smile.  “I’m Maya.”

[bitterthief]

-- The soft, familiar start-up buzz springs from the audio log, followed by a long silence. Finally, a quiet sigh breaks the air. -- "... I visited Angel today. Again. She is, ah... she is a very nice girl. Pretty... but so sad. She says she is not, and acts like it is not a boz'er to 'er, but... I can tell. She is wanting to go out. When I am wiz 'er... I wonder 'ow different I would be if--..." -- She pauses to swallow a lump in her throat and emits a shaky sigh, an almost pained tone seeping into her voice. -- "... if my daughter 'ad been born. Would I be like zhis? I am glad to know zhis girl, but I cannot 'elp but zhink of what I 'ave lost. ... Per'aps zhis is good. Per'aps... I can protect 'er, zhe way I was unable to protect mine." -- The audio log clicks off, leaving a powerful silence in its wake. --