♛ 47

[ardor]

[Backdated to Thursday the 26th]

[Initial freak outs and annoyances said and done, Joshua, the traveling prison escapee, now finds himself with another resident trapped some place in the castle. This one's not a resident's room, though. Things just get weirder and weirder.

That, however, was a few hours ago, and now the pair find themselves doing whatever they can to keep occupied. This includes making a sand castle. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, they're trapped in the Four Seasons Room.]

Pass me the blue bucket on your right.

[Slight shifting noises.............. followed by some water droplets on the journal.]

[And a scream. A loud scream.]

[OOC: Wayyy backdated. The post is set for last Thursday when the Seasons Room is a summery beach. There's going to be two sections, one for Thursday and one for Friday, which will have snow. Unlike the other loss posts, this one allows for visitors because the room is public.]

Comments

[wilder]

Well that's because I don't know that much about you, Kallen!

Come on, tell me more about you and I'm sure I'll come up with something great. I did kinda tell you my big giant secret here. [Not the only secret, but hey it's definitely the big one in Paradisa]

[ardor]

[She snorts and rolls her eyes, but complies. In a way.]

I'm a Knightmare Frame pilot back home. It's... pretty much a giant robot shaped roughly like a person. It has weapons, and they serve as the staple weapon of armed conflicts.

[wilder]

Huh...

[he knows about robots thanks to Cruxis. Weird to think of people piloting those things]

And I bet you were good, huh?

[ardor]

I survived. [There's a look on her face that says there's more to it.]

[wilder]

Hey, I'm trying to find a nickname! Unless you want to be "Humble one", this isn't a time for modesty!

[ardor]

[Scoff.]

I got a state of the art model, and with that, I've been able to match as well as beat the best pilots the opposing side has to offer. The commander of our forces made me his personal body guard along with a small squadron under my command, and near the end of everything I went toe to toe with another ace pilot and lived.

Is that better?

[wilder]

Hmmmm....

[He listens to all that, thinking. Ace Pilot is a unusual way to describe things and as he thinks of it...]

Ace does sound better than Robot Girl~

[ardor]

[She jerks into a sitting position to glare at him, turning a little red now.]

Don't you dare.

[wilder]

What? Why not?

[ardor]

It's not-- You're just...

[Blushu~]

[wilder]

Wow.

Are you...blushing, Ace?

[ardor]

No, I'm not! If anything, I'm allergic to your dumb nickname!

[wilder]

That'd be hives, not blushing.

But I think I might have a winner~!

[ardor]

[She just shoves him off the lounge chair and on to the sand.]

[wilder]

[And he goes tumbling down into the sand! Making an "umpfh" sound!]

Whaaat? What's wrong with Ace?

[ardor]

You're a moron.

[wilder]

I can't help it. You look pretty when you blush~

[ardor]

You're not playing fair!

[wilder]

[laughing a bit now]

All's fair in love and war, Ace! ♥

[ardor]

Then this means war. [Evil look is go.]

[wilder]

War? What kind of war are you talking about there?

[ardor]

You'll see.

[wilder]

Not even a hint, Ace~?

[ardor]

Nope!

[wilder]

Heh. Harsh, as usual.