The Liquid Wallaby - WW2Allaby

[Barboneia]

(How the tuck do you tow m9s, m9s are pistols not vehicles)

Dom jumped up and held his fedora over his crotch.
"T-there's a reason I always use protection!"

(damn straight)

"Oh. Well, consider this insurance!" She cackles maniacally before tapping Dom on the head with the handle, rather than the hammer. "I'd better see that money back to me by the time we get back to our time."

Dom stared at her before putting his fedora back on.
"Wanker."

(I drew another picture of Dom. Much better then the last one.)

Dom walked in, soaking wet from the thunderstorm outside. He sat down at a booth and wringed out his fedora.

Bartlebee raises an empty glass. "Looks like you could use a hairdryer."

"Of all the things I need right now, the most important one is a crotch cup."

[Crumlark]

Crissal probably couldn't tell the difference regardless. "Something tells me I make it out alive, but yes, by all means, let's talk about it." She steps down from her podium and approaches the Culdranth.

A VERY excited historian squeaks and runs about quickly finding and indicating two seats that the interview could be conducted on, before reaching in their satchel to get out a thick notepad already impressed heavily by furious and meticulous note-taking on everything important thus far. Feeling a bit rude treating Crissal to the same treatment she gives other interviewee's, the historian nevertheless kicks off the interview with a disclaimer. "This is what decides what gets in the history books, ma'am. At least, the ones the guild writes... please answer to the best of your ability and as correctly as you can."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Crissal probably couldn't tell the difference regardless. "Something tells me I make it out alive, but yes, by all means, let's talk about it." She steps down from her podium and approaches the Culdranth.

A VERY excited historian squeaks and runs about quickly finding and indicating two seats that the interview could be conducted on, before reaching in their satchel to get out a thick notepad already impressed heavily by furious and meticulous note-taking on everything important thus far. Feeling a bit rude treating Crissal to the same treatment she gives other interviewee's, the historian nevertheless kicks off the interview with a disclaimer. "This is what decides what gets in the history books, ma'am. At least, the ones the guild writes... please answer to the best of your ability and as correctly as you can."

"Well, you could just view a memory crystal, but I digress." She sat down, shrugging casually. "Fire away with your questions. Just be aware that I might not be able to answer some of them."

[Crumlark]

"Well, you could just view a memory crystal, but I digress." She sat down, shrugging casually. "Fire away with your questions. Just be aware that I might not be able to answer some of them."

The historian nodded, contemplating. "What resistance have you met, preparing the assault?"

[Torrocca]

A VERY excited historian squeaks and runs about quickly finding and indicating two seats that the interview could be conducted on, before reaching in their satchel to get out a thick notepad already impressed heavily by furious and meticulous note-taking on everything important thus far. Feeling a bit rude treating Crissal to the same treatment she gives other interviewee's, the historian nevertheless kicks off the interview with a disclaimer. "This is what decides what gets in the history books, ma'am. At least, the ones the guild writes... please answer to the best of your ability and as correctly as you can."

"Well, you could just view a memory crystal, but I digress." She sat down, shrugging casually. "Fire away with your questions. Just be aware that I might not be able to answer some of them."

Torr looks around for Crysal, seeking information from her.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Well, you could just view a memory crystal, but I digress." She sat down, shrugging casually. "Fire away with your questions. Just be aware that I might not be able to answer some of them."

The historian nodded, contemplating. "What resistance have you met, preparing the assault?"

"Well, there's the dilemma of actually getting there... Mind you, the Melanth have been doing most of the fighting, pushing the Germans aside. We've also had some issues with ammunition convoys getting interrupted, but they'll make it regardless, and us Arkadacians would just use our guns as clubs if we had no munitions."

Torr looks around for Crysal, seeking information from her.

Crysal is sitting at one of the tables, reviewing some notes.

[Torrocca]

The historian nodded, contemplating. "What resistance have you met, preparing the assault?"

"Well, there's the dilemma of actually getting there... Mind you, the Melanth have been doing most of the fighting, pushing the Germans aside. We've also had some issues with ammunition convoys getting interrupted, but they'll make it regardless, and us Arkadacians would just use our guns as clubs if we had no munitions."

Torr looks around for Crysal, seeking information from her.

Crysal is sitting at one of the tables, reviewing some notes.

He pops up next to her and says, "hey Crysal. How's it going?"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

He pops up next to her and says, "hey Crysal. How's it going?"

She looks over at him and raises an eyebrow. "Wonderful, thank you. Let me guess, there's something you want?"

[Crumlark]

"Well, there's the dilemma of actually getting there... Mind you, the Melanth have been doing most of the fighting, pushing the Germans aside. We've also had some issues with ammunition convoys getting interrupted, but they'll make it regardless, and us Arkadacians would just use our guns as clubs if we had no munitions."

The historian nodded again, making a note to interview someone who worked with the convoys. "And what work has been put towards terms of surrender?"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Well, there's the dilemma of actually getting there... Mind you, the Melanth have been doing most of the fighting, pushing the Germans aside. We've also had some issues with ammunition convoys getting interrupted, but they'll make it regardless, and us Arkadacians would just use our guns as clubs if we had no munitions."

The historian nodded again, making a note to interview someone who worked with the convoys. "And what work has been put towards terms of surrender?"

"Anyone who surrenders peacefully won't be killed and will be treated nicely, except for those who were in charge of the slaughter camps. In that case, the leaders of those must be sent to us for public execution. Our hope is to capture their leader himself and burn him at the stake. We also demand money to help rebuild our country, and there'll likely be a few other things added along the way. Next question?"

[Crumlark]

"Anyone who surrenders peacefully won't be killed and will be treated nicely, except for those who were in charge of the slaughter camps. In that case, the leaders of those must be sent to us for public execution. Our hope is to capture their leader himself and burn him at the stake. We also demand money to help rebuild our country, and there'll likely be a few other things added along the way. Next question?"

"..." The Culdranth put the pencil down in thought. "That isn't what I meant. I was asking about organisational surrender, not individual. Obviously, they can see they are outmatched."

[Torrocca]

He pops up next to her and says, "hey Crysal. How's it going?"

She looks over at him and raises an eyebrow. "Wonderful, thank you. Let me guess, there's something you want?"

"Uh... maybe? Do you know where Charlette could possibly be at?"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Anyone who surrenders peacefully won't be killed and will be treated nicely, except for those who were in charge of the slaughter camps. In that case, the leaders of those must be sent to us for public execution. Our hope is to capture their leader himself and burn him at the stake. We also demand money to help rebuild our country, and there'll likely be a few other things added along the way. Next question?"

"..." The Culdranth put the pencil down in thought. "That isn't what I meant. I was asking about organisational surrender, not individual. Obviously, they can see they are outmatched."

"I had no idea what you were talking about. Whatever. I don't expect them to surrender from being threatened alone. The resistance there has, when they aren't being gunned down mercilessly, put heads on pikes, used excessive amounts of suicide bombers, and generally has been quite vicious. They expect no mercy from us and I'm certain their commanding officers have gripped on this to make them believe they're being backed into a corner. The rank and file troops will be offered blanket pardons, and even rewards if they desert their home country and fight for us, the officers will be dealt with on a case-by-case basis, and anyone involved with the SS or in leadership offices will be subject to scaphing, or thrown to the surviving populace of the capital depending on the magnitude of their crimes."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

She looks over at him and raises an eyebrow. "Wonderful, thank you. Let me guess, there's something you want?"

"Uh... maybe? Do you know where Charlette could possibly be at?"

"No. Probably off being a bleeding heart about killing Nazis of all people."

[Torrocca]

"Uh... maybe? Do you know where Charlette could possibly be at?"

"No. Probably off being a bleeding heart about killing Nazis of all people."

"Again, not all of them are Nazis," Torr says, shaking his head. "I'd think the creature that's been around for thousands of years would realize this before I, a psychopathic King, would, but I'd be wrong."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"No. Probably off being a bleeding heart about killing Nazis of all people."

"Again, not all of them are Nazis," Torr says, shaking his head. "I'd think the creature that's been around for thousands of years would realize this before I, a psychopathic King, would, but I'd be wrong."

"Eh. I convinced my past self to let the soldiers off. All of the SS guys? They'd better hope they just get killed by a berserker instead of being captured. Hell, I think in this fucked-up alternate timeline we're creating we might even capture the wimpy-moustache guy himself."

[Torrocca]

"Again, not all of them are Nazis," Torr says, shaking his head. "I'd think the creature that's been around for thousands of years would realize this before I, a psychopathic King, would, but I'd be wrong."

"Eh. I convinced my past self to let the soldiers off. All of the SS guys? They'd better hope they just get killed by a berserker instead of being captured. Hell, I think in this fucked-up alternate timeline we're creating we might even capture the wimpy-moustache guy himself."

"Hmm... but, on the flip-side, considering we're f***ing with this timeline, it might become bad enough to, oh, I don't know, cause the third World War? Maybe something worse?"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Eh. I convinced my past self to let the soldiers off. All of the SS guys? They'd better hope they just get killed by a berserker instead of being captured. Hell, I think in this fucked-up alternate timeline we're creating we might even capture the wimpy-moustache guy himself."

"Hmm... but, on the flip-side, considering we're f***ing with this timeline, it might become bad enough to, oh, I don't know, cause the third World War? Maybe something worse?"

"Eh, we'll be going back to the regular timeline after this anyways. We won't have to deal with the consequences... Cherche might be able to tell you more, she's the resident future-seer. I think she saw Arkadacians fighting Soviets over Berlin."

[Torrocca]

"Hmm... but, on the flip-side, considering we're f***ing with this timeline, it might become bad enough to, oh, I don't know, cause the third World War? Maybe something worse?"

"Eh, we'll be going back to the regular timeline after this anyways. We won't have to deal with the consequences... Cherche might be able to tell you more, she's the resident future-seer. I think she saw Arkadacians fighting Soviets over Berlin."

"... I'm gonna check up on this timeline when we get back to the present day, just in case. I wanna make sure humanity isn't wiped out."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Eh, we'll be going back to the regular timeline after this anyways. We won't have to deal with the consequences... Cherche might be able to tell you more, she's the resident future-seer. I think she saw Arkadacians fighting Soviets over Berlin."

"... I'm gonna check up on this timeline when we get back to the present day, just in case. I wanna make sure humanity isn't wiped out."

"You guys are like roaches, somehow I don't think you'll be extinct."

[Torrocca]

"... I'm gonna check up on this timeline when we get back to the present day, just in case. I wanna make sure humanity isn't wiped out."

"You guys are like roaches, somehow I don't think you'll be extinct."

"... Well, I'm still gonna make sure nothing bad happens to Humanity, like, y'know, world-conquering."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"You guys are like roaches, somehow I don't think you'll be extinct."

"... Well, I'm still gonna make sure nothing bad happens to Humanity, like, y'know, world-conquering."

"I sincerely doubt that'll happen."

[Torrocca]

"... Well, I'm still gonna make sure nothing bad happens to Humanity, like, y'know, world-conquering."

"I sincerely doubt that'll happen."

"... Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuureeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." Torr yawns, then says, "well, I'm gonna go head out and do things. And stuff. Mainly things, though."

[Chaos Crescent]

Takes a five hour run around the whole building.

[Crumlark]

Charlette also happens to have problems with killing the Ahl Cuhltian's. What a weirdo.

The historian approaches Crysal again, looking somewhat abashed.

Sa'ach breathed deeply of the campfire smoke, and leaned back into the open air behind her improvised stump seat. "It's almost as good as home." She said honestly. "That wasn't much, to be honest, but it was something." She adjusts the bundled little girl. "It is funny how we are all wired, really. You miss the stupidest things. Like the things you set on fire. You can't get stuff back from a fire, you know?" Sa'ach bounces the baby gently on her knee, cooing at it. "Sooner or later I'm going to have to get you some real clothes, and we will need to go to a town for that."
Understandably, the baby didn't reply. Not that Sa'ach didn't know she wouldn't, but still, it reminded her how silly it was to talk to the baby. Witha chuckle, she muttered "I talk to myself all the time. Only thing different now is that I have something to talk to myself to." The baby, realizing the socialization opportunity, gurgled at the weary smuggler.
"Maybe I should make your fake name something nice, like Wilma." She thought about it, and eventually came to like it. "Yeah, Wilma. You could be whatever you want with a name like that."