#recklesspilot

[redheadedrookie-blog]

“M-Merry Christmas, yeah?” 

[redheadedrookie-blog]

“Love you too~”

[redheadedrookie-blog]

"If ya don't leave right now I'm gonna to kick yer ass!"

Theship was going down, and they were taking on water fast. It was supposed to havebeen a simple mission, just overseeing some cargo between Junon and Costa. Thekamikaze attack had taken them by surprise. It had damaged the engines to thepoint where the ship was a sitting duck in a large ass pond. As the crewscrambled to salvage what they could and slow the boat’s sinking, a second boathad come and hostiles had boarded, capturing and kidnapping the survivors whilekilling any and all who resisted.

Turksweren’t ever known to just hand themselves over. Currently Reno and Rod werehunkered down in one of the storage units. They didn’t have time to speculate on who was attacking or why. Reno had managed to radio for help before they’d had to fight their way out of the control center. Reno ended up suffering a badly twisted ankle during the escape. Rod had just barely managed to get the pilot’s shoe off before it had begun swelling at an alarming rate. There was no way the pilot would be able to run asefficiently as they needed.  

Roddid his best to tend to the injury by wrapping the ankle using his tie. Ifnothing else, it would stabilize the foot somewhat. When Reno angrily yelled at the biker toleave him, Rod snapped back at him. “Save it for when ya can walk, asshole! I’mnot leaving you!”

Thebiker gave Reno a gun he’d managed to lift from one of the terrorists they’dtaken out. “Here, you’re a better shot than me anyway.” Despite the other’sprotests, Rod got under the pilot and lifted him up onto his back. It wastough, but Reno was lighter than before, and Rod was able to stand with hishands hooked securely under Reno’s knees. “I’m gonna get us outta here,” hepromised.

[blondebutdeadly-blog]

Too Close Quarters

@recklesspilot

“Reno, get your gear, it’s time for us to go!” The perky looking blond stood in the doorway of his office, already in her heavy parka, the supply bag tossed over her shoulder.  “Yeah, I know you hate the place, being sent to Icicle again already.” To be honest Elena wasn’t too fond of the cold herself, but missions took all of them where they did. 

She had her own reasons for hating to be in the north, the last time she’d been there, well. .. best not to dwell on what had happened to she and Tseng in the snowy wastes that day, best to tune it out and shove it entirely out of her mind. They’d be flying out to Icicle, and  then rappelling down into the crater. Rufus wanted to be sure there was nothing of Jenova left, he did not want to risk another rebirth of Sephiroth when the world was finally getting back on its feet.

“Of course he wanted you to fly, you’re the best pilot we have.” a shrug at that. Elena had packed extra coats, blankets, potions in case they were needed, and several extra clips for her pistol. She hadn’t brought the grenades,  far too dangerous in the environment they would be in for those. 

There were a lot of things that Elena hadn’t shared about what had happened in the place where they were going. Things that had ripped into her soul with cold claws and ripped pieces of her out, things that got shoved down into the recessed that all Turks developed after a time. “I’m ready, sempai.” 

[flava-proelium]

Trouble

± “Hey, second. You aren’t too busy for the rookie to get you a drink, are you?” She blond smirked warily. “Say no and I swear to god I will give you the fastest uppercut you’ve seen. Because I don’t refuse.” 

[onelittlesucculent]

recklesspilot said: “suck up.” -mutters under his breath walking past-

The muttered insult made Gun pause only briefly before continuing on her way. She was used to being harassed, whether be it school or work. She couldn’t let one flippant comment ruin her whole day. 

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Beer Factory Date

It was five minutes after three in the afternoon. Rod knew because he checked his phs clock for the dozenth time now. Reno was due to get off work any minute now so Rod was hanging out in the parking garage with the car, that way they could head out as soon as possible and hopefully make it in time for the last tour of the day. He was both nervous and excited. It had been a long while since he and Reno had gone out anywhere. Well, anywhere that had been specifically planned by the two of them outside of work. Turk life was busy, so they really never had time for actual ‘dates’. He didn’t count bar visits, as nice as those were.

While he waited, he was flipping through a wedding magazine someone had left on his desk one day during work hours. Rod was beyond thrilled, on cloud nine, overjoyed that Reno had proposed to him. He’d never even seen it coming, never would’ve dreamed he’d be so lucky. Every time he saw the ring on his finger he couldn’t resist cracking a smile. But now everyone was asking questions: When’s the wedding? What’s the theme? How many guests? What venue? On and on and fucking on. Not surprisingly, Reno was beginning to get overwhelmed, something Rod didn’t want. So he was taking it upon himself to start the plans while occasionally, and discretely, asking Reno for his opinion. He never pushed it, and always backed off whenever Reno’s nerves began to rise.

So far they had the best men picked out, Rude for Reno, and TG for Rod. They’d debated it, and decided it would just be those two in the wedding party. They’d also managed to pick out a theme as well as an idea for decorations. Reno really wanted an open area with lots of lights. Rod had asked that, rather actual flowers, they could use bald cacti for plant décor. Honestly, as far progress went, Rod felt like they were hitting decent strides all things considered. There was still all the little minute details though. Gifts for the wedding guests, table setting for the venue, dinner menu, entertainment, this was definitely something Rod didn’t want to try and rush.

“Still need a color theme…” he mumbled to himself as he flipped another page.  

[sanguinesaint]

recklesspilot replied to your post “offline: I have three more asks but I’m beat so goodnight guis. I will…”

The Turk’s eye ticked for a moment before looking away with a grumble, the silent male out cold against him, exhausted. “Man..ya really are a handful ya damn soberin’ bastard” He grumbled, words betrayed by his actions as he held still to support him

The man wasn’t too sober now, was he? For how else could have explained the fact that raven adorn cranium has now came resting against the red haired’s collarbone where each frizzy strands may choose as they will to tickle the side of his face? Tired, I am, and not all for the right reason. 

…And what could be have been the right reason?