by The Grey Wolf » Sat Oct 18, 2014 3:40 pm
by Monfrox » Sat Oct 18, 2014 5:33 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 Ulvenes » Sat Oct 18, 2014 6:08 pm
by West Suburbia » Sat Oct 18, 2014 6:42 pm
by Nature-Spirits » Sat Oct 18, 2014 8:23 pm
by Nachfolgia » Sat Oct 18, 2014 8:29 pm
by Occupied Deutschland » Sun Oct 19, 2014 1:14 am
by Nachfolgia » Sun Oct 19, 2014 5:15 am
Occupied Deutschland wrote:“Sarge? I got me something weird.”
“Jones, you’re supposed to be on guard duty you—“
“Yeah, I know Sarge. But, well, I didn’t really know what to do with this.”
Jannie remembered the look of surprise and bafflement on the ‘Sarge’s face when the first American man she’d met had stepped aside and let ‘Sarge’ see her. She had been half-starved at the time, surviving off of whatever scraps she could steal from farmers, and possessed of the frantic, eye-scanning look of the veteran and the deserter. Not to mention the dirt, and the bandages.
“Nestřílejte. Já jsem Čech.” she had said, suspecting German was a bad idea to use and knowing absolutely no English.
The Sergeant’s face only turned more sideways at that. His mouth opened, but all that escaped had been a long groan of utter confusion.
Not knowing what else to do, Jannie had pointed at him and the other man. “Britové? American?”
Seemingly shocked into answering, both men nodded and had said “American” almost simultaneously. Jannie had hugged them.
Smiling, Jannie glanced at the clock in her room as it clicked forward another minute. Then returned her eyes to the ceiling as she lounged in the feathery comfort of the Allied-provided bed and blankets she was sleeping in. Such luxury was still a welcomed and extremely appreciated indulgence, and she loathed the idea of abandoning it for any reason, much less for a reason that involved her being with other formerly Axis war-mages. Unconcerned with the time, Jannie curled her feet and arched her back, reveling in the softness of the mattress and warmth of the blankets.
It was at that moment a sharp cramp arose in her arm. The arm They’d cut into in order to let her better use the Russian gun They’d issued her. Bastards.
Gasping, Jannie jerked the offending limb above her and stretched it out, clamping her other hand around the source of the pain. Fighting through the additional pain stretching it brought, she sighed happily when the cramp eased and her arm returned to its previously pain-free life. That happened sometimes.
Blankets thrown off and the cooler air of the room now intruding on her formerly cozy place, Jannie grumbled curses as she rolled to her feet. Stretching again with a slow yawn to accompany it, she smacked her mouth a couple of times as the yawn finished, purely out of habit. Glaring at the traitorous covers that had abandoned her to the cooler air of the room, she ran a hand through her hair, shook the sleep off, and began putting on some real clothing. Civilian clothing, skirt and blouse. It was just so nice to not be run ragged by some Wehrmacht or SS officer constantly telling her to hurry. Compared to that merely being restricted to the University was a downright relief. Even if it did mean she had to deal with other Axis war-mages.
Disregarding the armor in the corner of her room entirely, Jannie exited. Yawning once again, and still somewhat perturbed over being forced into motion by the discomfort of removing the sheets she had been under. If not for that drastic error she would have been able to laze around for at least another five minutes and then shown up late, and wouldn’t that have just steamed those stick-up-the-butt German war-mages! Not to mention been so much more comfortable.
Not seeing any other thing to do since her lazing had been interrupted, Jannie sighed at the lost opportunity to annoy the uptight Germans who still insisted on punctuality and headed off to class.
Jannie entered the classroom and instantly spotted a chance to make up for the lost opportunity.
“You know, it’s so cute the way you Germans clutch on to old uniforms,” Jannie glared at Freyja, “And medals,” Jannie’s glare moved to Ludwiga, “And armor,” the glare moved to Astrid, “And such, even after you lost the war.”
Jannie dragged a seat out, purposefully scraping it loudly against the floor, then plopped down into it and raised her feet to rest on the desk. “I’m sure your wearing of stuff has the Allies quaking in their victorious boots. You can be proud in the knowledge that wearing your military-issued shit is the first step towards liberating Berlin. Today you shall reconquer your wardrobe, tomorrow you shall reconquer all of Greater Germany!” Jannie slightly raised her right hand and rolled her eyes so dramatically her head rolled with them.
Jannie turned to look at the English scout mage, Evangeline. “Are you scared, Miss Briten? Do you see how fearless and brave the war-mages of the Reich remain? They still wear things you disapprove of!”, Jannie rolled her eyes again, and leaned back in her chair.
by The Grey Wolf » Sun Oct 19, 2014 7:04 am
by Ulvenes » Sun Oct 19, 2014 9:24 am
by Feuona » Sun Oct 19, 2014 9:29 am
by Nature-Spirits » Sun Oct 19, 2014 9:56 am
by West Suburbia » Sun Oct 19, 2014 10:07 am
by The Grey Wolf » Sun Oct 19, 2014 10:40 am
by Monfrox » Sun Oct 19, 2014 10:44 am
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 Lunas Legion » Sun Oct 19, 2014 10:55 am
by Rynagria » Sun Oct 19, 2014 11:19 am
by Perestroikavo » Sun Oct 19, 2014 3:50 pm
by Ulvenes » Sun Oct 19, 2014 4:06 pm
by West Suburbia » Sun Oct 19, 2014 4:13 pm
Perestroikavo wrote:Olga's alarm went off at precisely 5 past 10 AM. She knew she didn't need those lessons in the classroom, father already taught her all she needed to know. Stretching, Olga splashed some water on her face to wipe the sleep from her eyes. Glancing at her perfectly polished armor, and crisp uniform, she smiled and began her day by doing what was expected of her. She sang the Soviet National Anthem, or Patriotic Song to those who were Russian. After that was finished, Olga pulled off her pajama bottoms and top, and swiftly put on her uniform. The armor could wait for a bit. Olga hated to be in a state of undress, so she minimized times where she was, even going as far as to put on clothes over her nightclothes sometimes.
Making sure her olive slacks were wrinkle free, and the same was true for her uniform, she looked over herself in the mirror, and beamed when she saw how dapper she looked. Quickly marching over to her bag, she uncovered the case of perogi her father had sent with her. The delicious treats stuffed with meat used to be rare, and so Olga scarfed them down whenever she got the chance. Heaping 4 onto a plate, she threw it into the oven for a while to warm them up, and went to comb her hair. Just as she finished, a shattering noise from the kitchen made her jump. Sprinting back there, ready for a fight, Olga was stumped on the wherabouts of the noise.
Shrugging, she opened the oven to reclaim her perogis. Lo and behold, the plate had shattered in the extreme heat. Olga made a grab for the perogi, and a piece of hot glass burned her. Swearing, she tossed her meal onto her bed and kicked the oven shot. "I can deal with this later," she thought, and began her feast. Exactly 5 minutes later, Olga was finished. Polishing her teeth to a high sheen, she walked over to her equally pearly armor. As she donned her turret, the prospect of making new friends overwhelmed her with excitement. Before she forgot, she pinned her Hero of the Soviet Union badge on her chest. Quickly, she headed off to the shooting range.
Noticing many of the other girls were there, and ready to impress, Olga sprinted to the line, took a second to aim, and fired at a target 1200 meters away. The shot landed pitifuly low and to the right. Face turning red, Olga took more time, aimed, and fired again. High and to the left. Starting to get frustrated, she cooled herself down, glanced at the other girls, and then fired once more. The shot nailed the target straight on. Letting out an embarassed laugh, Olga began to look around for other Russians, and more specifically, the IS-3. When she caught sight of the girl, last cartridge ejecting from her DSHkM, Olga ran over and engulfed her in a bear hug that would shame even the mighty grizzly himself.
by Nachfolgia » Sun Oct 19, 2014 4:41 pm
The Grey Wolf wrote:Lupa shot Jannie an irritated glance, while Wilhelmina looked nonchalant. "Don't pay any attention to the traitor." she replied to Ludwiga. "She's just a scared little girl who ran into the Americans' arms at the first sight of a Soviet." her nonchalant demeanor gave way to a smirk, and she suddenly glanced at Jannie, her eyes reminiscent of a wolf. "Where the rest of us are, little Jannie, you'll soon be in a worse predicament. You think the Americans are just going to protect you? The Bolsheviks will hang them just as surely as they hung ten of ours." she couldn't say eleven, because one clever fish escaped the net. "Maybe we'll wrap you in a little bow afterwards. Give you to some big strong Soviet so he can make you his - " she was interrupted as the teacher entered the room.
"Good morning, er, classroom." Mister West greeted, the rest of the staff going about their usual business. The normally eccentric middle-aged man was unlike his usual cheery self, he was a bit more tempered. "Recently, I have finally acquired several film reels that I feel you must see." he pointed to the back of the classroom. "If you care to take a look at the projector in the back." he paused for a moment. "Well, let's begin the film."
"Lies, propaganda, all of it." Wilhelmina said blankly, aiming her 7.5 c.m L/43 main gun at her target at 500 meters and firing. "A little of this, a little of that." she turned to Freyja and Ludwiga, obviously unnerved at seeing the film that West had shown despite her announcement otherwise. "Still..." what had they hoped to gain by showing the horrifying picture? "You don't think it's true, do you?"
by Perestroikavo » Sun Oct 19, 2014 4:52 pm
West Suburbia wrote:[spoiler]
Polina felt the breath suddenly squeezed out of her as someone wrapped their arms around her midsection and started to squeeze, or rather crush, that said section. What the hell? she thought as she struggled to get out. Wiggling out a few moments later, she turned to face the perpetrator. Her eyebrows raised when she saw the girl's armor with the prominent red star emblazoned on it. IS-2 Model 1944, she thought, recalling it from the enemy and allies tank identification manual. Oh my God. Another Soviet! The girl here looked older then her. That was when Polina noticed the Hero of the Soviet Union badge pinned to her chest. A Hero also! This one has seen combat obviously.
"Chto eto bylo? Vy dali mne napugat' !" she said, giving the IS-2 mage a stern stare. "What was that for? You gave a scare!"
by Occupied Deutschland » Sun Oct 19, 2014 5:01 pm
Nachfolgia wrote:..." They're just trying to make us feel ashamed of our heritage. We fought for a cause just the same as them...we shouldn't be made to feel guilty for fighting for our families." Ludwiga said before stepping up to the firing line. She aimed her MG 151/20 20mm cannons at the 500m target. Her eyes narrowed as she focused on the black silhouette. As she aimed at the target, Ludwiga visualized it being a British fighter she was tailing. She gave a menacing scowl as visualized the sweet kill. Ludwiga pulled the trigger and let out a quick burst, ripping the target to shreds. "[ Take that, you British scum.]" Ludwiga muttered to herself in German.
by Rynagria » Sun Oct 19, 2014 5:06 pm
Perestroikavo wrote:West Suburbia wrote:[spoiler]
Polina felt the breath suddenly squeezed out of her as someone wrapped their arms around her midsection and started to squeeze, or rather crush, that said section. What the hell? she thought as she struggled to get out. Wiggling out a few moments later, she turned to face the perpetrator. Her eyebrows raised when she saw the girl's armor with the prominent red star emblazoned on it. IS-2 Model 1944, she thought, recalling it from the enemy and allies tank identification manual. Oh my God. Another Soviet! The girl here looked older then her. That was when Polina noticed the Hero of the Soviet Union badge pinned to her chest. A Hero also! This one has seen combat obviously.
"Chto eto bylo? Vy dali mne napugat' !" she said, giving the IS-2 mage a stern stare. "What was that for? You gave a scare!"
"Izvineniya , ya byl prosto ochen' rady videt' drugoy Rossii!" Olga switched to english. "My name is Olga, great to meet you! I've never seen an IS-3 before, you look amazing! Is that armor just the greatest ever? I am so glad I found you!" Her mouth stopped going for a second. Olga's heart felt like it was going to fly out of her chest, she was so excited. Once again, she squeezed the IS-3 mage and lifted her a good 2 feet off the ground before giving her a breather. She noticed the girl look at her Hero medal. "Oh, that was nothing, I just helped lead the charge into Berlin, and helped take part in a few blockades of the Germans. Olga reached into her pocket and pulled out her medal case, with about 20 more awards. All of these kind of just fell onto my lap. Did I mention I'm glad to meet you!" Olga decided now would be the time to let the girl speak.
TranslationApologies, I was just very excited to see another Russian here!
by West Suburbia » Sun Oct 19, 2014 5:12 pm
Perestroikavo wrote:West Suburbia wrote:[spoiler]
Polina felt the breath suddenly squeezed out of her as someone wrapped their arms around her midsection and started to squeeze, or rather crush, that said section. What the hell? she thought as she struggled to get out. Wiggling out a few moments later, she turned to face the perpetrator. Her eyebrows raised when she saw the girl's armor with the prominent red star emblazoned on it. IS-2 Model 1944, she thought, recalling it from the enemy and allies tank identification manual. Oh my God. Another Soviet! The girl here looked older then her. That was when Polina noticed the Hero of the Soviet Union badge pinned to her chest. A Hero also! This one has seen combat obviously.
"Chto eto bylo? Vy dali mne napugat' !" she said, giving the IS-2 mage a stern stare. "What was that for? You gave a scare!"
"Izvineniya , ya byl prosto ochen' rady videt' drugoy Rossii!" Olga switched to english. "My name is Olga, great to meet you! I've never seen an IS-3 before, you look amazing! Is that armor just the greatest ever? I am so glad I found you!" Her mouth stopped going for a second. Olga's heart felt like it was going to fly out of her chest, she was so excited. Once again, she squeezed the IS-3 mage and lifted her a good 2 feet off the ground before giving her a breather. She noticed the girl look at her Hero medal. "Oh, that was nothing, I just helped lead the charge into Berlin, and helped take part in a few blockades of the Germans. Olga reached into her pocket and pulled out her medal case, with about 20 more awards. All of these kind of just fell onto my lap. Did I mention I'm glad to meet you!" Olga decided now would be the time to let the girl speak.
TranslationApologies, I was just very excited to see another Russian here!
Rynagria wrote:"And changing the subject, you should really work on you accuracy comrade." Butted in Vasilisa, now donning her T-34-57 Mod. 1943 Armor, the long 57mm cannon in her left hand. It had taken her awhile to get here due to being reprimanded by Ms. West for not showing up for the class prior target practice.
"As for those medals........... I wish the IS-2 was created during 1941, because you can eve give a Tiger I and a Panther run for their money......." She added, her voice getting softer and softer, but suddenly perked up.
"I seem to have forgotten something..... Menya zovut Vasilisa Chernova, priyatno poznakomit'sya vas oboikh. (My name is Vasilisa Chernova, nice to meet you both.)" Introduced the 16-year old, putting out her hand, in hope that they would react the same towards her.
Advertisement
Return to Portal to the Multiverse
Users browsing this forum: Google [Bot], Honghai, Neibeskan Skandia
Advertisement