[closed] The Mis-Adventures of Derpman and the BangBang Baby
Who: Roy (ignite_the_sky) & Riza (firebornfidelis)
When: Soon after this thread
Where: Park
Format: Paragraph
What: She wants answers, he wants..?
Warnings: Nothing as of yet
He never expected to win her in the auction, hadn't even intended to bid on her -in fact, the only reason he'd entered her at all was so that he could prove to himself that he'd be perfectly fine if she went to someone else- but he hadn't been able to stick around when it was apparent that she was actually going to somebody else.
Even if that someone else was his best friend. ...but even if he hadn't won, he was adamant about being fine with it. He still saw her on patrols, after all. There was still something bothering him, though. Why did it bother him? Why did he care who she went to? Why couldn't he just be supportive like a good friend?
And that was part of what he wanted to find out by calling her out to the park.
He'd taken the time to plan insofar as knowing that his intentions were less than noble -he wanted to see her let her guard down, much like she had that day in the patrol with the wine. Getting her without her guns was one small step. The next would be placating her enough not to use whatever concealed weapon she did bring. While he wasn't intending to do anything she might actually shoot him over, he knew from experience that going for a weapon was almost a knee-jerk reaction to things like what he had planned.
This was probably going to see him with an angry Lieutenant and either a hole through his hand, a face full of snow, or... no, it was definitely one of those.
Despite his dislike for the cold, wet snow, Roy took his time drawing out an array in the snow and used alchemy to cheat at building a little snow bunker. He knew it was childish and that as a grown man, he should act his age, but snow had a way of making one's age completely irrelevant. His first order of business was quite simple, really:
Hit her with a snowball, and should she go for a weapon, duck.
When: Soon after this thread
Where: Park
Format: Paragraph
What: She wants answers, he wants..?
Warnings: Nothing as of yet
He never expected to win her in the auction, hadn't even intended to bid on her -in fact, the only reason he'd entered her at all was so that he could prove to himself that he'd be perfectly fine if she went to someone else- but he hadn't been able to stick around when it was apparent that she was actually going to somebody else.
Even if that someone else was his best friend. ...but even if he hadn't won, he was adamant about being fine with it. He still saw her on patrols, after all. There was still something bothering him, though. Why did it bother him? Why did he care who she went to? Why couldn't he just be supportive like a good friend?
And that was part of what he wanted to find out by calling her out to the park.
He'd taken the time to plan insofar as knowing that his intentions were less than noble -he wanted to see her let her guard down, much like she had that day in the patrol with the wine. Getting her without her guns was one small step. The next would be placating her enough not to use whatever concealed weapon she did bring. While he wasn't intending to do anything she might actually shoot him over, he knew from experience that going for a weapon was almost a knee-jerk reaction to things like what he had planned.
This was probably going to see him with an angry Lieutenant and either a hole through his hand, a face full of snow, or... no, it was definitely one of those.
Despite his dislike for the cold, wet snow, Roy took his time drawing out an array in the snow and used alchemy to cheat at building a little snow bunker. He knew it was childish and that as a grown man, he should act his age, but snow had a way of making one's age completely irrelevant. His first order of business was quite simple, really:
Hit her with a snowball, and should she go for a weapon, duck.