Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24260323-20150805012917/@comment-26362067-20150805101643

(Uh... What the fuck happened to the posting order? It should've been: Arkan, then Fedora, then me, THEN Rain, THEN Toast, then Dust, then Gundam. Anyway, RP time!)

"Sure you want me with you? Why not your wife?" If Rowan was still a teen, he'd probably facepalm at his teammate's whispered question. As it was, he just whispered back, putting a hand on the other man's shoulder:

"I'm sure. If it comes to a fight, we'll need a supporter, a healer. That's you, Travan." Raising his voice to answer the woman who'd just spoken, he said, "I'm quite fine, miss."

Technically, for this mission, it was true. In general, it was not. But Rowan's face showed nothing.

"I'm good too, thanks," Travan said. Again, not true in general. However, Travan did not have his teammate's poker face. There was a sadness lying behind his green eyes that belayed his words, yet there was also a resolve. For Travan wouldn't let it affect the mission--one had nothing to do with the other, after all.

Both men would never let their personal experiences keep them from doing their jobs. They were professionals.

(If you're wondering what I'm talking about, go look at their pages. Specifically, the history section.)