srwug_alpha_rp | Fourth ARM - // LOG // The DATE! [Backdated to when it says below]

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Fourth ARM - // LOG // The DATE! [Backdated to when it says below]

The Log W5!
Who: Aidan, Roads Blackwell, possibly interlopers
What: What else? A date... though Roads may or may not be aware of this fact
When: As scheduled, 8:00! A day after this!
Where: On and around the White Chalice. Feel free to notice them and comment, but ask us before you interfere directly please.
Why: Lulz! Also why not?

It was a beautiful starry night in the south United States. The desert was quiet but glistening with life. The stars were shining brightly down upon the deck of the White Chalice. A dark haired young man had picked a place between two of the light sources which lit up the deck at night so that the sky would be more visible. Said youth waited while watching the sky, every so often looking around to find his compatriot...

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"Yo."

Roads was a bit late; such were the troubles of not owning a watch. But still, he arrived, taking a position leaning with his back against the railing.

"Nice night out...The stars never got like this back home."

Aidan nodded, "Yeah, the constellations here are different than they are where I generally lived." Living in the desert as a wandering nomad, the bright stars were nothing new to him. This particular orientation however, was different. And when you navigate by the stars as often as not, you start to notice these sorts of things.

He turned to face the other man with a smile already on his face, "Hey."

"Ah, no...I mean, they weren't usually this bright. I grew up in a city, so any more than a few was..."

He trailed off, noticing Aidan watching him. Nervously, Roads scratched the back of his neck. "Ah, sorry, I must have been rambling a bit there...anyways, what do you want to talk about?"

Aidan shrugged, "Whatever really. Though I am used to the opposite. The lights on the deck are making it difficult to see some stars that I could pick out. It doesn't make the sky less beautiful though. Just different."

Aidan was semi oblivious to the other man's nervousness. He realized the signs vaguely, but that seems only natural to him given the circumstances. He knew some people were afraid during this sort of thing, he just let them be nervous and gave them time. Another lesson he had learned the hard way by the experience of not doing it previously. That is, when he noticed they were nervous at all, which when people were more subtle about it than Roads, wasn't always the case.

"Really? That's odd."

Roads turned around, so that he was now facing the landscape passing steadily by.
"Used to be, just about everyone was from a city...There would have been points of light covering the horizon here, and even in the dead of night you could usually see your hand in front of your face. Now, not so much..."

Roads glanced over at Aidan. "Say, what was your home like?"

"You mean before the War? Or since then?" Aidan was actually unaware of the Second Impact, his disaster was the war that ended a year previous, and since then he hasn't had the time nor the care to worry about what was outside his small world. For all he previously knew, the rest of the world was the same, or hadn't survived at all.

"Either way, really. Which war, specifically? There have been a lot over the past twenty years or so."

Let's see...first there was that Space war, where I met The Captain, then the actual Second Impact, then the One Year War, and probably a good number here and there in between...

"I... wouldn't know. The war was what destroyed the area. We could see the falling colonies from Arizona, even though they landed somewhere south of here, southern hemisphere I think." He sighs, "I was three years old at the time, so my memories of it are very fuzzy."

"Hrm, then it was either the One Year War or that earlier one..." Roads yawned a bit, stretching to match.
"...Ah, but I'm getting sidetracked. The important thing is what the place was like, you know? I'm not much of a settled person, so hearing about where other people live is kind of interesting."

"Well, I'm not exactly settled either. The last time I was settled I was three, and honestly, I spent most of that time corralled by my parents or stuck in hospitals, so I don't really have any clear picture of what it was like." He doesn't really seem like he cares about this, it's just fact. He was, after all, a toddler when that life ended.

"Huh. What have you been up to since then?"

Hrm, if he was three when the colonies fell, then that would probably be why...

More than anything, this kid's matter-of-fact nature was piquing Roads' curiosity. He didn't seem to have much emotion...well, at all.

"Living the life of a nomad. They found out pretty quickly that I'm not afraid of anything, so when they started looking for mecha pilots, I was an obvious choice. I was pretty much reared to be a pilot." If there is anything wrong with this Aidan doesn't seem to see it.

"Heh, not the first time I've heard someone say that...They're usually a bit more confident about it, though."

A thought occurred to Roads, one that he realized should have come a bit earlier. Perhaps he had held off on asking it for politeness' sake, but it needed to be asked sometime.

"Say, you're awfully...calm about all of this. How come?"

"Calm about what?" He asks, actually not sure to what Roads is referring. "And... confident?"

"Just...In general, you know? Like, I don't think I've seen you smile at all...or frown, really. And the no fear thing...Most pilots say that with a bit more pride than that, too. It's...kind of weird."

Right, that might sound kind of mean...

"...Just a little bit."

Perhaps to Roads' surprise, Aidan snickers and smirks, "Most pilots don't actually feel no fear. And as for being calm, what should I do? Bounce off the walls and be totally overt and obnoxious with everybody?"

"Aaaaah, there it is. You had me worrying for a bit there, you know."

Roads snickered a bit right back. "Gotta make sure we don't have any evil robots in disguise wandering around, you know."

His brow furrowed as he turned back to look at the passing landscape. "Course, those might actually be a thing nowadays..."

Aidan laughs alongside Roads, "The Robot Masters? I wouldn't exactly call them, 'in disguise.'"

Roads shrugs. "Who knows, there could be some other group lying around that nobody's heard of yet. With all the crazy stuff that's going on now, it hardly seems out of the question..."

There's some silence as Roads thinks back on the fight.
"...Never thought I'd need vulcans...cheating whores."

Aidan just laughs again, "All I can say is, whoever invented those is an insane genius!" He then turns to lean against the railing next to Roads. "But what about you? Other than sarcasm you aren't the most emotive person either."

"Really? I hadn't noticed, honestly..."

Roads props his elbows up on the railing and folds his hands in front of his mouth, ala Gendo. His brow furrows slightly on whatever he's thinking at; his gaze is focused far, far ahead, into the blackness of the night.

"...I've had a lot on my mind recently."

Aidan turns to face him, leaning on his side, "Like what?"

If Aidan's trying to get more in touch with him, Roads is completely failing to notice. He's still focused on the landscape in the distance.

"All kinds of shit."

Aidan nods, "That you don't want to share?"

"No, not really. If it ever really becomes a problem for everyone else, I suppose I'll share, but otherwise...I'd rather have my past stay behind me."

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