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by Rupudska » Wed Jul 08, 2015 12:13 pm
Hladgos wrote:Scantly clad women, more like tanks
seem to be blowing up everyones banks
with airstrikes from girls with wings to their knees
which show a bit more than just their panties
by Fascist Republic Of Bermuda » Wed Jul 08, 2015 7:00 pm
by Monfrox » Wed Jul 08, 2015 7:04 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Malshan » Wed Jul 08, 2015 8:17 pm
Rupudska wrote:Hetland 2 wrote:
You catch on quick. That's why I like you. :)
I'm kidding of course you aren't a thing. You're a person.
Dude, don't insult the werefurry.
Rupudska wrote:RP Sample: Let me in, or we take another third of Mexico.
Rupudska wrote:You're NS's Wolfman, therefore your argument is negated due to bias.
"Sarcasm works so much better when you can look down your fire-breathing nose at someone." -Callistan Sairias
by Nature-Spirits » Thu Jul 09, 2015 12:54 am
by Mnar Secundus » Thu Jul 09, 2015 2:42 am
Agritum wrote:"Ladies, Gentlemen, it's time to deploy. Finish quickly whatever task you are currently engaging in, and follow me."
Agritum wrote:"I see you're wearing Babylon pins. Perfect. Excuse me for the roughness of your landing, but this poor little circle is the most we can offer to the cause. Take your time to readjust yourself, and then we'll talk. Welcome to Poland." the man said.
by Minroz » Thu Jul 09, 2015 5:41 am
by Cylarn » Thu Jul 09, 2015 10:08 am
by Agritum » Thu Jul 09, 2015 3:26 pm
by Wolfenium » Thu Jul 09, 2015 9:44 pm
by Reverend Norv » Fri Jul 10, 2015 7:15 am
For really, I think that the poorest he that is in England hath a life to live as the greatest he. And therefore truly, Sir, I think it's clear that every man that is to live under a Government ought first by his own consent to put himself under that Government. And I do think that the poorest man in England is not at all bound in a strict sense to that Government that he hath not had a voice to put himself under.
Col. Thomas Rainsborough, Putney Debates, 1647
A God who let us prove His existence would be an idol.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer
by Mnar Secundus » Fri Jul 10, 2015 9:59 am
Reverend Norv wrote: - snip -
by Occupied Deutschland » Fri Jul 10, 2015 10:50 am
by Latznavia » Fri Jul 10, 2015 11:12 am
by Lunas Legion » Fri Jul 10, 2015 12:21 pm
by Agritum » Fri Jul 10, 2015 4:17 pm
by Monfrox » Fri Jul 10, 2015 4:46 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Reverend Norv » Fri Jul 10, 2015 5:21 pm
For really, I think that the poorest he that is in England hath a life to live as the greatest he. And therefore truly, Sir, I think it's clear that every man that is to live under a Government ought first by his own consent to put himself under that Government. And I do think that the poorest man in England is not at all bound in a strict sense to that Government that he hath not had a voice to put himself under.
Col. Thomas Rainsborough, Putney Debates, 1647
A God who let us prove His existence would be an idol.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer
by Wolfenium » Fri Jul 10, 2015 7:53 pm
by Nature-Spirits » Sat Jul 11, 2015 12:08 am
by Minroz » Sat Jul 11, 2015 5:39 am
Agritum wrote:The Polish mage glanced at the other members of the group. "Feel free to ask anything else you want to know, my friends. I will try to respond to the best of my knowledge."
Reverend Norv wrote:"Second. We can try to replicate the Beast's movement patterns and catch him in the middle of an attack: follow SS movements from the rooftops. That team will be the Countess von Waldstein, Markus Lenion, Ariel Remington, Terry Brooks, Anatoly Bellinkov, and Catherine Hawkins." Matt paused, almost second-guessed himself, and then nodded. "The werewolves and vampires are hunters, as I understand it: follow your instincts, and find the Beast. Miss Remington, Mister Bellinkov, you are there to provide them with some utility firepower if the Nazis come down on you."
by Agritum » Sat Jul 11, 2015 4:51 pm
Reverend Norv wrote:Priorities. Matt sorted through his.
Second priority: team composition and tactics.
Sophie thought that the investigation team should include an esper; espers might recognize something unknown to magecraft, alchemy, or science. Matt nodded; it was a good point, and Matt hadn't thought of it. Sophie suggested Milena.
Robert thought that the idea was silly. He didn't think that there would be any espers in Poland, and if there were, then their powers still might not leave a trace visible even to other espers. Both ideas were logical assumptions, but still only conjecture.
Matt looked at Milena. He thought of slippery sewer floors, of rickety rooftop ladders. He thought of the little girl's cane.
Sophie had a heart after all.
Matt nodded. "It's a good idea," he agreed. "Milena, I think you'd be more important with the investigation team, if you don't mind."
Anatoly was thinking of the pictures of destroyed infrastructure that the SHADOCOM team had seen back in London, twenty minutes and a thousand miles ago. The esper had seen combat on the Eastern Front, and he thought that the damage shown in the photos was too extensive for conventional explosives. "I know of nothing other than tank or aircraft," Anatoly said, "maybe howitzers, that could do that."
Matt shrugged. "Then maybe the Beast wired howitzer shells to his targets, and used them as explosives." Matt remembered hearing about warlords doing that in China, back when he had lived in Mong Yawng. He wished now that he had paid more attention to the village gossip.
Matt shook his head. No point in making guesses. "The point," the Minuteman insisted, is that it still might be mundane explosives. And if it is, then Miss Barnes will be able to identify it. That's all I'm saying."
Anatoly also thought that the team might set a trap for the Beast: separate and capture SS men, use them as bait. Matt considered it for a moment, and then shook his head. "I don't think that's a good idea," the Minuteman said quietly. "Whatever the Beast is, he has successfully evaded capture for a year. I'm sure that the Germans have tried to lay plenty of traps for him; clearly, none of them have worked. If we try to lure him, the Beast will sense danger and stay away. Better to try to catch him in the wild: watch and wait for him to strike a natural target."
All of which, Matt knew, was at least in part a way to rationalize the fact that the Beast tortured SS men to death, and Matt wanted no part of that. It was one thing to lay in wait, and watch the Beast do his work. It was an entirely different thing to condemn a man to an agonizing end simply because he was useful as bait.
The Beast might be an ally. The Beast was definitely a monster. Matt could feel the moral peril of forgetting that fact like a razor at his throat.
Anatoly had made one good point, though, and Matt wanted to make sure that it wasn't missed. "It is true that the hunting team will need detailed information about SS patrol patterns in order to be effective," Matt noted. "Anatoly is right about the need to narrow our search area." Matt's gaze shifted to Groszek. "Sir, I'm hoping that you can help us with that."
Groszek could. He suggested staking out munitions depots, which the Beast had a habit of striking. Willow reacted to that like a kitten sniffing catnip. Matt hid his smile behind one hand. Groszek also suggested that the team should not begin its work until after dark.
Matt nodded. "All right. If your men can lead our second team to some of the as-yet untouched arms depots, they'll start their search there - after the sun sets."
Groszek also had guides for the foreigners: Chopin, Sobieski, and Wild Bill. Chopin was a thin young man, languid and relaxed. Sobieski was a bigger guy in the patched remnants of a Polish military uniform. Wild Bill was a younger man with a beard, fingering a Luger in a makeshift holster with all the aplomb of any Wild West gunslinger. Matt fought hard not to grin. He nodded to the three men, and to Groszek. "Thank you," Matt said. The words were simple, but heartfelt.
First priority: communications.
Sophie Dulac had a plan for instantaneous, telepathic communication. She would paint runes on the team, and the runes would somehow amplify Polikarpova's powers. Matt quickly gave up on understanding the exact mechanics of the process, and decided to think of it in terms of an antenna and a radio signal. Sophie wanted to give everyone on the team an antenna, which would let them piggyback on Polikarpova's signal and communicate with each other.
It would be fantastically useful, if it worked. Unfortunately, it wasn't that simple. To be reliably effective, the runes needed to be carved into each commando's skin, not just painted on. They certainly would need to be carved into Polikarpova's skin. Matt saw the mute Russian shudder.
And that was the least of Sophie's problems.
Jannie planted both hands on the map table, and fixed a blazing one-eyed glare on Sophie. “Miss Dulac, you shall not place any of your runes on my body!” Her voice cracked like a whip, but Matt was amazed to hear a quaver in it. “I do not care if it is with paint, or with a carving knife, I will not let you inscribe any of your—of the—” The pitch of Jannie's voice rose, and her fists clenched; for a moment, Matt was certain that the vampire was about to go into hysterics.
Matt thought of one of the men who had gone into the hospital with him, back in the Minuteman Project. His mind had been unable to handle the feeling of the transformation. By the end of the first week, whenever a doctor came near him with the needle for the hormone drip, the man would start screaming, and he wouldn't stop until he was sedated.
There was something in Jannie's eye that made Matt think of that man. It was almost too painful to look at directly. Matt took a step toward Jannie, hands wide and empty, like a farmer approaching a spooked horse.
Before Matt could say a word, Jannie snorted quietly. She closed her eye; her fists loosened. She made a game attempt at insouciance. “One or two people per team should be enough to maintain a solid communications network, would it not?” Her gaze flickered between Sophie and Matt. There was need in it. Matt bit the inside of his cheek, and looked away.
“Yes, supply it to two individuals in each team." There it was, finally: the old arrogance. Matt smiled to himself as Jannie continued. "They can serve as drummers—buglers—radio operators—whatever this decade’s equivalent is.”
Matt chuckled. He let his hands fall, and turned to Sophie. "If Miss Polikarpova is willing to undergo the procedure," Matt said, "then I see nothing wrong with it."
Undergo the procedure. Matt thought of the hospital again. He wrestled his mind back to the present.
"But I also see no reason for everyone to be - marked." Matt nodded at Jannie. "A few people per team should be sufficient."
Matt turned to his team. His team; he was starting to feel that, now, to recognize it in his bones. "Volunteers for comms work," the Minuteman called, "stay with me. Everyone else might want to try to get some rest. I have a feeling that we won't be sleeping much tonight."
With that, Matt walked up to Sophie, stopping about an arm's length away. He towered over her. The Minuteman pulled off his overcoat; underneath, the engraved leather shell of his body armor gleamed a rich dark reddish-brown in the cellar's dim light. He took a shallow breath. The fear of pain was nothing; Matt had all but died under the needle, deep beneath the New Mexico sands. But the idea of arcane runes being forever etched in his flesh? The spookiness of that was enough to give Matt pause.
But not for long. If I don't do this, I can't remotely ask anyone else to put up with it. So Matt rolled up his shirtsleeve and nodded to Sophie. His forearm was the size of most men's thighs: white skin tanned copper, fine fair hair, veins and tendons etched in relief like steel cables beneath the skin. The Minuteman managed a wry grin. "Scalpel, Doctor Dulac, not paintbrush." Matt thought of Polikarpova's shudder, and he shot the esper a wink before turning back to Sophie. His voice was steady, encouraging. "I go first."
Wolfenium wrote:Observing the proceedings as Matt delegated the work, Milena's lips tensed a bit as she heard Sophie's suggestion. True, she made perfect sense suggesting she avoid areas that would only further hamper her mobility, and separating her from the Soviet espers would have probably helped their cohesion somewhat. But the teeth grinding behind the child's mouth were already starting to show up. It seethed of resentment, not just for any signs of pity being thrown at her, but because she was pitiful herself. It burned a fine line between sympathy and contempt, and Milena lost any sense of the difference. If she had been a more impulsive person, she would have protested angrily at them, even if the success of the mission suffered as a result.
"As you wish," she stated coldly, "I'll provide contact with Polikarpova and Bellinkov and relay communications between our teams. Enhancements, however," she reprimanded Dulac, "are best left when the circumstances are most desperate. Some people here do not wish to be reminded of their ordeal in the war. I don't believe we don't have the skill to provide long distance contact on our own."
There were limits to what she was willing to take in order to improve, and Dulac's idea was far off the line. She hated to admit it, but she was afraid of pain, and the idea of a permanent tattoo only added to the revulsion. Some may not mind, but the distraught reaction from the scarred Czech summed up her own reservations. She did not need to scar her body like a lab rat to get better. She will do it with her own strength, even if it killed her.
Chuckling awkwardly at the heavy conversation, Ariel was a bit unsure at how to react. The team chemistry was clearly failing already, and that was a bad sign that things may go wrong. Admittedly, this was SHADOWCOM's first mission, and she really should not expect much. But at the very least, she hoped to get through this alive. They were dangerously deep behind enemy lines as it was.
"Aye, sir," she declared to Breecher with a salute, "I'll get the fire support up."
Clutching her chest beside the taller Briton, Anna too confirmed in a slightly uncertain tone, "I... I'll do it. Just tell me what to do..."
And yet, the witch's reaction seemed to say otherwise, even repulsed by Dulac's operation. Ariel could only feel a bit uneasy. Medic or not, this was not the right place for her.
by Malshan » Sat Jul 11, 2015 6:07 pm
Reverend Norv wrote:"Second. We can try to replicate the Beast's movement patterns and catch him in the middle of an attack: follow SS movements from the rooftops. That team will be the Countess von Waldstein, Markus Lenion, Ariel Remington, Terry Brooks, Anatoly Bellinkov, and Catherine Hawkins." Matt paused, almost second-guessed himself, and then nodded. "The werewolves and vampires are hunters, as I understand it: follow your instincts, and find the Beast. Miss Remington, Mister Bellinkov, you are there to provide them with some utility firepower if the Nazis come down on you."
Mnar Secundus wrote:"Setting that aside," the maga continued distractedly, opening her satchel, "I have a suggestion. I'm aware that some of us --" and at this she nodded towards Polikarpova "-- have means of what I'd have to call telepathic communication. If I may ask, what is your ... broadcasting range? If it is too short to cover the entire potential field of our operation, I could enhance it to establish a network that will allow us to communicate instantly and silently at a distance. It's a rather simple mechanism; I'd need about ten minutes of preparation, and then I'd just paint some runes on you. Anywhere would work."
Then she shifted her weight slightly, with some nigh-imperceptible discomfort. "Although, to be entirely honest, that's just the easiest way," she said, adjusting her glasses. "The problem with it is that the paint could come off, and the communication itself is lesser in quality. If we want the best possible performances, I should actually, well, carve the runes into your skin. It shouldn't take more than fifteen minutes for all of us, nor should it hurt ..." And she added, because she was fundamentally a researcher and honest about these things: "... much."
Sophie shrugged. "It's your choice. Unfortunately, Miss Polikarpova, you alone will certainly need the carvings."
Agritum wrote:SS patrols are easier to spot, nowadays: the fear of the Beast led them to increase the number of patrol squad members, and they've even started deploying some of those armored canines you may have heard about. Vicious beasts, they are: German surgeons took them as pups, surgically removed limbs and replaced them with new mechanical ones, which permitted them to carry bigger weights and some protective plating. I'd believe that the only significant risk they pose to you is their ability to sniff out hidden threats, anyways."
Agritum wrote:Whenever he spoke, Groszek looked relieved. His faint smiles of approval intensified whenever Beecher or one of his more learned teammates spoke again, or made important questions, or just politely asked him and his men for more aid and advice.
Rupudska wrote:Hetland 2 wrote:
You catch on quick. That's why I like you. :)
I'm kidding of course you aren't a thing. You're a person.
Dude, don't insult the werefurry.
Rupudska wrote:RP Sample: Let me in, or we take another third of Mexico.
Rupudska wrote:You're NS's Wolfman, therefore your argument is negated due to bias.
"Sarcasm works so much better when you can look down your fire-breathing nose at someone." -Callistan Sairias
by Wolfenium » Sat Jul 11, 2015 9:38 pm
Agritum wrote:Abraham was roused from his silent state of indecision by Remington's particularly bombastic affirmative response to Beecher's directives. He looked at the young woman in a slightly perplexed way: she probably possessed even less direct combat experience than Abe, which was a feat by itself, and yet she engaged into stereotypical military gestures and other examples of martial demeanour that almost made her seem like a walking, living propaganda pin-up. Especially with that flax, blonde hair and those clear blue eyes...
Abraham shook his head at the pin-up comparison, coming back to his senses.
"Ariel Caledfwlch Remington?" He muttered, trying not to stumble on her unusual middle name. " My, uhm, apologies for not presenting myself well before. As you may have heard, I am Abraham Van Helsing. Second, precisely. See, it's my grandfather's name and..."
Abraham bit his lip. Cut it short.
"Anyway, I believe your father and mine worked together before in the Crown Dominions in the interest of the Albion Lodge," Abraham continued, a bit uncertainly. He didn't exactly recall the last time his father had headed off to meet Papa Remington, but from the few things he had learned about Ariel's father, he certainly wasn't particularly jovial. Or modern in attitudes. Or even particularly tolerating of "ascended bumpkins" like the Helsings.
"...it is surely nice to see the same between us."
Abraham gulped. Wrong choice of words. "The same working relationship. I mean. Between the new generations. Isn't it?"
Polikarpova smiled in an entertained manner, eyeing him from a distance.
Agritum wrote:Meanwhile, the three partisan guides selected by Groszek had disappeared in the back of the basement, ostensibly to ready their equipment and themselves to the long night that was going to unfold for them and the Shadow Command operatives. The Polish mage nodded to Beecher's query about the SS patrols. "They shift a lot, but our lookouts have got a rough outline of them, and have signed a few vantage points on the rooftops of the city. SS patrols are easier to spot, nowadays: the fear of the Beast led them to increase the number of patrol squad members, and they've even started deploying some of those armored canines you may have heard about. Vicious beasts, they are: German surgeons took them as pups, surgically removed limbs and replaced them with new mechanical ones, which permitted them to carry bigger weights and some protective plating. I'd believe that the only significant risk they pose to you is their ability to sniff out hidden threats, anyways."
Whenever he spoke, Groszek looked relieved. His faint smiles of approval intensified whenever Beecher or one of his more learned teammates spoke again, or made important questions, or just politely asked him and his men for more aid and advice. "Anyway, if you permit me, Captain, I would humbly ask you for a personal favour: the Nazis have set up multiple spotlights to monitor the streets and skies, along with an extensive public announcement system aided by speakers disseminated through the city. On top of this, they disseminate lurid posters to try and convince my countrymen of their supposed racial inferiority to the German people, to the backwardness and uselessness of our language and culture, and of the moral depravation of those Jews who were once our own neighbours. If you come across any of the items above, Sir, feel free to sabotage or destroy it in one way or another, if it doesn't compromise the task at hand."
by Minroz » Sun Jul 12, 2015 5:46 am
Agritum wrote:Whenever he spoke, Groszek looked relieved. His faint smiles of approval intensified whenever Beecher or one of his more learned teammates spoke again, or made important questions, or just politely asked him and his men for more aid and advice. "Anyway, if you permit me, Captain, I would humbly ask you for a personal favour: the Nazis have set up multiple spotlights to monitor the streets and skies, along with an extensive public announcement system aided by speakers disseminated through the city. On top of this, they disseminate lurid posters to try and convince my countrymen of their supposed racial inferiority to the German people, to the backwardness and uselessness of our language and culture, and of the moral depravation of those Jews who were once our own neighbours. If you come across any of the items above, Sir, feel free to sabotage or destroy it in one way or another, if it doesn't compromise the task at hand."
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