http://fearless-coward.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] fearless-coward.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] srwug_alpha_rp2011-11-03 10:34 pm
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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...

[identity profile] punches-vamps.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, it's been a while since I had access to a gun. But if my skills haven't rusted too much...Quite a good one, if I may say so myself."

[identity profile] punches-vamps.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
Roads shrugs. "Eh, it's all in how you approach it. I find it kind of relaxing, myself. The endless repetition gives me time to reflect on things. Besides, it's a nice feeling to develop a skill."

[identity profile] punches-vamps.livejournal.com 2011-11-07 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah, yeah, I guess so. See ya later, then, unless you want to come along."

With a slight wave, Roads turned around and began to walk away.

[identity profile] punches-vamps.livejournal.com 2011-11-08 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
Roads didn't stop Aidan, or even flinch as the young man kissed him. He didn't do anything, actually, until a bit after Aidan finished and stepped away from him.





"...What."

[identity profile] punches-vamps.livejournal.com 2011-11-08 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm a bit more surprised that there's movement in that direction at all..."

[identity profile] punches-vamps.livejournal.com 2011-11-08 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. To be honest, I expected more of a friendly chat thing, than a date-thing."

Roads resumed his usual thinking posture, closing his eyes while he spoke.

"Though in retrospect, I suppose I didn't describe what I was expecting very well..."

[identity profile] punches-vamps.livejournal.com 2011-11-08 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Heheheh...Yeah, that is true, isn't it.." Roads scratched the back of his neck again, laughing slightly.

His gaze drifted upwards, to the stars blanketing the night sky. I wonder how everyone else is getting along...

Suddenly, a thought occured to him.
"Oh, yeah...What's your name, kid?"

[identity profile] punches-vamps.livejournal.com 2011-11-08 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah."
There's a bit of a pause while Roads thinks of what to do next; sighing briefly, he speaks:

"So you're that kind of pilot..."

Roads thinks for a bit. Should he tell this kid? It was usually custom to exchange their nicknames...and he certainly hadn't heard of a Fearless Coward before.

1/2

[identity profile] punches-vamps.livejournal.com 2011-11-08 08:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Huh. That's pretty interesting. As for me..."

2/2

[identity profile] punches-vamps.livejournal.com 2011-11-08 08:21 am (UTC)(link)
This...was probably not the wisest decision Roads was making right now, but it didn't seem like Aidan would go talking to everyone about Roads' old job. And it was quite possible the kid hadn't ever heard of the Black Valkyries, too. So he went ahead.

"...Black Valkyrie 3 was my callsign, at least at my last job. I go by Roads now, though."

Re: 3/3

[identity profile] punches-vamps.livejournal.com 2011-11-09 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
Roads stayed solemn while Aidan spoke. It wasn't until the kid told him his secret was safe that he started smiling.

"...Thanks for that."

He turner around and waves again, this time actually leaving.

"See ya later, Aidan."