The Liquid Wallaby - WW2Allaby

[Barboneia]

Weapons are being handed out and battle plans are being discussed out in the center of the fort. It seems the Culdranth have improvised some artillery out of old 19th century cannons and are using Arkadacians to drag them around.

Alexi runs over to hear the plans.

(COMPUTERS WEREN'T INVENTED UNTIL '48)

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

'Oi, no stealing the only computer you two.'

"Not like I could do anything with it. It fills up a whole room and it's pathetically weak." Sherril sighs. "There's not much to do here if you're a non-combatant."

[Field of Merrilor]

'Oi, no stealing the only computer you two.'

"Not like I could do anything with it. It fills up a whole room and it's pathetically weak." Sherril sighs. "There's not much to do here if you're a non-combatant."

'Point. Very true so other than bored with having nothing to do how are you?'

[Ava Ire]

Cever stumbles in, drenched from head to toe in blood. He is breathing heavily, a disturbed look in his eyes.

"What...where is...where is she?!" He looks around frantically, still clutching his rifle.

Dom, throws him a towel.
"Be specific, ya grey-skinned lout."

Cever wipes his face. He throws the towel aside.

"I-Ira! Where did she go?!"

[Barboneia]

Dom, throws him a towel.
"Be specific, ya grey-skinned lout."

Cever wipes his face. He throws the towel aside.

"I-Ira! Where did she go?!"

"She's probably dead or something, I don't know or care."

[Val Halla]

Rya skips in gleefully, and not paying attention, hits her nose on a pole. She then notices the scene going down.
"Wh-what happened?"

[Field of Merrilor]

Rya skips in gleefully, and not paying attention, hits her nose on a pole. She then notices the scene going down.
"Wh-what happened?"

'Nothing yet. Blue is probably searching for her brother with a homicidal manic er former one. Her brother who is here is looking for her he's Cev.'

[Ava Ire]

Cever wipes his face. He throws the towel aside.

"I-Ira! Where did she go?!"

"She's probably dead or something, I don't know or care."

"What?..." His voice lessens in intensity, as a devastated look crosses his face.

[Barboneia]

"She's probably dead or something, I don't know or care."

"What?..." His voice lessens in intensity, as a devastated look crosses his face.

"I said PROBABLY, you idiot. There's no sure chance that she is. Now if you're going to cry do it outside, it's depressing enough in here."
Dom grumbled as he walked behind the bar.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Not like I could do anything with it. It fills up a whole room and it's pathetically weak." Sherril sighs. "There's not much to do here if you're a non-combatant."

'Point. Very true so other than bored with having nothing to do how are you?'

"Meh, the weather's nice, I guess."

[Field of Merrilor]

'Point. Very true so other than bored with having nothing to do how are you?'

"Meh, the weather's nice, I guess."

'Like you. Sorry habit. Nice for being in a middle of a forest at that.'

[Ava Ire]

"What?..." His voice lessens in intensity, as a devastated look crosses his face.

"I said PROBABLY, you idiot. There's no sure chance that she is. Now if you're going to cry do it outside, it's depressing enough in here."
Dom grumbled as he walked behind the bar.

He glares at him.
"What's got your panties in a knot?"

[Barboneia]

"I said PROBABLY, you idiot. There's no sure chance that she is. Now if you're going to cry do it outside, it's depressing enough in here."
Dom grumbled as he walked behind the bar.

He glares at him.
"What's got your panties in a knot?"

"The general idiocy of most of the patrons at this place. And the mention of your sister. She's a right little cunt."

[Ava Ire]

He glares at him.
"What's got your panties in a knot?"

"The general idiocy of most of the patrons at this place. And the mention of your sister. She's a right little cunt."

He steps up to Dom, desperately trying to contain his anger.
"Excuse me?"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Meh, the weather's nice, I guess."

'Like you. Sorry habit. Nice for being in a middle of a forest at that.'

"It's sort of like a beautiful desolation. It's all abandoned and destroyed looking, but I think that's slightly charming."

She coughs. "Just slightly."

Dozens of people begin leaving the fort, Crysal leading one group, Renault leading another one.

[Barboneia]

"The general idiocy of most of the patrons at this place. And the mention of your sister. She's a right little cunt."

He steps up to Dom, desperately trying to contain his anger.
"Excuse me?"

"I said, she's a right little cunt. Now beat it, grey, I got dishes to clean."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

He steps up to Dom, desperately trying to contain his anger.
"Excuse me?"

"I said, she's a right little cunt. Now beat it, grey, I got dishes to clean."

"Ey." Kasat pats him on the shoulder. "Go out to the river or something, relax for a bit."

[Field of Merrilor]

'Like you. Sorry habit. Nice for being in a middle of a forest at that.'

"It's sort of like a beautiful desolation. It's all abandoned and destroyed looking, but I think that's slightly charming."

She coughs. "Just slightly."

Dozens of people begin leaving the fort, Crysal leading one group, Renault leading another one.

'It is I suppose I pay attention to the people more than the place sometimes.'

Hands her water thinking she needs to clear her throat cause of the cough. Then ears people leave the fort.

'Hmm seems like something is going to happen away from here.'

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Weapons are being handed out and battle plans are being discussed out in the center of the fort. It seems the Culdranth have improvised some artillery out of old 19th century cannons and are using Arkadacians to drag them around.

Alexi runs over to hear the plans.

(COMPUTERS WEREN'T INVENTED UNTIL '48)

(The Culdranth and the Melanth are always 20 years ahead unless some circumstances hold them back. You'll see a lot more anachronism with them, no worries.)

One group will sit atop a hill and wait for a group of German supply trucks and soldiers to arrive and make camp for the night, and will attack at approximately 3 AM. Another, lead by Crysal will hide in the forests near the woods and cut off retreat, intent on shocking them into submission and looting supplies, taking as many prisoners as possible.

[Ava Ire]

He steps up to Dom, desperately trying to contain his anger.
"Excuse me?"

"I said, she's a right little cunt. Now beat it, grey, I got dishes to clean."

He sighs.
"You're lucky. I'm too exhausted to reduce you to a babbling pulp. Punks like you are all mouth anyways..."

He goes and picks up the towel Dom threw towards him.

[Barboneia]

"I said, she's a right little cunt. Now beat it, grey, I got dishes to clean."

He sighs.
"You're lucky. I'm too exhausted to reduce you to a babbling pulp. Punks like you are all mouth anyways..."

He goes and picks up the towel Dom threw towards him.

"Wanker."
Dom heads out of the bar. Hans walks in past him, and smiles at Cever.
"Oh, hello zere."

[Ava Ire]

He sighs.
"You're lucky. I'm too exhausted to reduce you to a babbling pulp. Punks like you are all mouth anyways..."

He goes and picks up the towel Dom threw towards him.

"Wanker."
Dom heads out of the bar. Hans walks in past him, and smiles at Cever.
"Oh, hello zere."

Cever directs his gaze towards Hans.
"And who are you, huh?"

[Barboneia]

"Wanker."
Dom heads out of the bar. Hans walks in past him, and smiles at Cever.
"Oh, hello zere."

Cever directs his gaze towards Hans.
"And who are you, huh?"

"I am Oberführer Hans Vonteras. A pleasure to meet you."
Hans held out his hand.

[Ava Ire]

Cever directs his gaze towards Hans.
"And who are you, huh?"

"I am Oberführer Hans Vonteras. A pleasure to meet you."
Hans held out his hand.

Cever raises his eyebrow. He extends his bloody hand to Hans.

[Torrocca]

Torr walks into the bar, humming a patriotic Torroccan tune.