James Ironwood (hasaheart) wrote in wtnvic, @ 2019-12-18 20:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, james ironwood, qrow branwen |
who: James Ironwood & Qrow Branwen
what: Recon and probably some hard truths.
where: Park
when: Slightly after this
rating: tbd
status: In progress
James had done his share of looking around on his way to what he estimated was near enough to the center of town, but he hadn't given it the sort of diligence that he knew he really ought to. He was accustomed to all sorts of strangeness, but this... this wasn't anything that he'd even conceived of as possible, being somehow transported into a world that was so different to the one he knew that the only thing it seemed to have in common with it at all was the language on the signs that pointed him to a public park, one where it wouldn't seem entirely out of place for him to loiter and wait.
They hadn't decided on a meeting place, but he knew that Qrow would find him anyway. Qrow was too good a Huntsman to miss him. Qrow knew him too well to not realize that this was the place that James would choose to wait for him, because it was the sort of place that, if Qrow chose to do his surveillance by wing instead of by foot, he'd be the easiest to spot.
There was a part of James that, even in this seemingly calm place, thrummed with tension that he didn't know how to let go of. There were too many disasters awaiting him in Atlas to ever truly forget about, too many duties that demanded his attention for him to relax and simply enjoy for once being completely without responsibility. There was no one depending on him here. No one whose safety was resting in the hands of General Ironwood. In fact, he wasn't sure that there was any sort of danger here at all beyond the type that the usual sort of police force could handle. He hadn't had a chance to meet any of the residents yet, of course. Or, rather, he hadn't stopped to do so, not when he knew that Qrow would be looking for him. And he knew, of course he knew, that seeming peaceful wasn't any sort of guarantee that the place was anything of the sort. And still...
James's back was still military straight where he sat on a bench, waiting for Qrow to make his appearance. There wouldn't be any mistaking him for a casual bystander, not even by the most naive of observers. It had been a long time since James had the opportunity to be anything but at attention. Opportunities to relax were few and far between and getting more scarce the longer the silent war against Salem raged on.