The Liquid Wallaby - WW2Allaby

[Barboneia]

"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.

Han hook it firmly.
"So, vhat are you here for, friend? A cold drink? Friendly chat?"

[Ava Ire]

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

Han hook it firmly.
"So, vhat are you here for, friend? A cold drink? Friendly chat?"

He gives him a deadpan look.
"To look for my sister".

[Barboneia]

Han hook it firmly.
"So, vhat are you here for, friend? A cold drink? Friendly chat?"

He gives him a deadpan look.
"To look for my sister".

"Hm... I might be able to help you. Vhat does she look like?"

[Field of Merrilor]

Sighs and changes into a leopard and sits watching the going on of the two people.

[Torrocca]

Torr goes to the bar and orders some vodka.

---

Back at the battalion's base of operations, Leutnant Johan and Unteroffizier Rupert are busy discussing the recent execution of prisoners of war. "<It is absolutely madness,>" Rupert said, shaking his head. "<Even if they killed one of our men and wounded another, they weren't deserving of such an awful fate.>" Johan nods in agreement and says, "<of course, my friend. It was absolutely awful what happened. Hauptmann Schmidt won't let me formally complain to our higher ups, however. That monster is going to end up getting us killed by these creatures.>" "<Once this war's over, my friend, he will get what he deserves, I assure you.>"

[Ava Ire]

He gives him a deadpan look.
"To look for my sister".

"Hm... I might be able to help you. Vhat does she look like?"

"She's short and grey. She has lots of long black hair with bangs.
You'll probably notice her because she's grey, like me"... He sighs.

"It's a long shot though. She's probably not even here..."

[Barboneia]

"Hm... I might be able to help you. Vhat does she look like?"

"She's short and grey. She has lots of long black hair with bangs.
You'll probably notice her because she's grey, like me"... He sighs.

"It's a long shot though. She's probably not even here..."

"Oh! I saw her last night. She got in a fight with ze barman and then... Left, I zhink. She is here somevhere. If you wait I'm sure she'll show up."

[Torrocca]

"Hm... I might be able to help you. Vhat does she look like?"

"She's short and grey. She has lots of long black hair with bangs.
You'll probably notice her because she's grey, like me"... He sighs.

"It's a long shot though. She's probably not even here..."

Torr overhears Cever and goes over to him and Hans, saying, "you're talking about Ira?"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

A Camp Commandant, somewhere in South Culdranthine is having a rather horrible, pounding headache (foreshadowiiiiiing is too subtle for you)

Meanwhile, a far distance from the fort...

The ambush is being prepared. Cannons rest on top of a hill, their position concealed by mist and smoke. Reils and Arkadacians psyche themselves up for battle and sing songs of glory.

Across from them, in the woods, Crysal and several dozen Culdranth are setting up traps to cut off any retreat. Crysal sits atop her horse and grins widely. "It's been too long since I've been in a gunfight..."

[Barboneia]

A Camp Commandant, somewhere in South Culdranthine is having a rather horrible, pounding headache (foreshadowiiiiiing is too subtle for you)

Meanwhile, a far distance from the fort...

The ambush is being prepared. Cannons rest on top of a hill, their position concealed by mist and smoke. Reils and Arkadacians psyche themselves up for battle and sing songs of glory.

Across from them, in the woods, Crysal and several dozen Culdranth are setting up traps to cut off any retreat. Crysal sits atop her horse and grins widely. "It's been too long since I've been in a gunfight..."

Alexi, who had followed and was on the side where the cannons were, was cleaning his rifle a bit, and looking around occasionally.

[Field of Merrilor]

A Camp Commandant, somewhere in South Culdranthine is having a rather horrible, pounding headache (foreshadowiiiiiing is too subtle for you)

Meanwhile, a far distance from the fort...

The ambush is being prepared. Cannons rest on top of a hill, their position concealed by mist and smoke. Reils and Arkadacians psyche themselves up for battle and sing songs of glory.

Across from them, in the woods, Crysal and several dozen Culdranth are setting up traps to cut off any retreat. Crysal sits atop her horse and grins widely. "It's been too long since I've been in a gunfight..."

Watches this from the eyes of the many having nothing to do right now.

[Ava Ire]

"She's short and grey. She has lots of long black hair with bangs.
You'll probably notice her because she's grey, like me"... He sighs.

"It's a long shot though. She's probably not even here..."

"Oh! I saw her last night. She got in a fight with ze barman and then... Left, I zhink. She is here somevhere. If you wait I'm sure she'll show up."

His eyes widen, a grin spreading across his face.

"What?! You have! Oh, this is great!" He embraces Hans, laughing incredulously. "I can't believe she's here!"

[Barboneia]

"Oh! I saw her last night. She got in a fight with ze barman and then... Left, I zhink. She is here somevhere. If you wait I'm sure she'll show up."

His eyes widen, a grin spreading across his face.

"What?! You have! Oh, this is great!" He embraces Hans, laughing incredulously. "I can't believe she's here!"

"Eheh, erm, yeah..."
Hans awkwardly patted him on the back.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

A Camp Commandant, somewhere in South Culdranthine is having a rather horrible, pounding headache (foreshadowiiiiiing is too subtle for you)

Meanwhile, a far distance from the fort...

The ambush is being prepared. Cannons rest on top of a hill, their position concealed by mist and smoke. Reils and Arkadacians psyche themselves up for battle and sing songs of glory.

Across from them, in the woods, Crysal and several dozen Culdranth are setting up traps to cut off any retreat. Crysal sits atop her horse and grins widely. "It's been too long since I've been in a gunfight..."

Alexi, who had followed and was on the side where the cannons were, was cleaning his rifle a bit, and looking around occasionally.

Renault is sharing some advice with the more nervous recruits. "Hold your breath and count to ten, keep your head low, and stick to cover. Fire at 'em when they're on the reload. When you get close, use that horn of yours." He lights a cigarette and leans against an unloaded cannon, sighing deeply.

[Barboneia]

Alexi, who had followed and was on the side where the cannons were, was cleaning his rifle a bit, and looking around occasionally.

Renault is sharing some advice with the more nervous recruits. "Hold your breath and count to ten, keep your head low, and stick to cover. Fire at 'em when they're on the reload. When you get close, use that horn of yours." He lights a cigarette and leans against an unloaded cannon, sighing deeply.

Alexis glances over at him.
"Guessing you've done this a lot?"

[Lost heros]

A disgruntled knock was heard at the door. Don't ask me how it sounded disgruntled, but it very clearly was. A second one was heard again, before the producer of the knock busted inside. Lost stood in the doorway, his hair was a mess, his face was bloodied, there were tears in his clothes, and he smelled something awful. He held a knife in his hand, with a firm grip as he stared forward. It was clear by the look in his eyes that there was no semblance of the man he was left. His previous delirium and whatever put him in this state took it away from him.

With a harsh tone he spoke,"I need a drink."

(This happens again because no one was online when it happened the first time)

[Field of Merrilor]

A disgruntled knock was heard at the door. Don't ask me how it sounded disgruntled, but it very clearly was. A second one was heard again, before the producer of the knock busted inside. Lost stood in the doorway, his hair was a mess, his face was bloodied, there were tears in his clothes, and he smelled something awful. He held a knife in his hand, with a firm grip as he stared forward. It was clear by the look in his eyes that there was no semblance of the man he was left. His previous delirium and whatever put him in this state took it away from him.

With a harsh tone he spoke,"I need a drink."

(This happens again because no one was online when it happened the first time)

Gives him a double looking like he needed it.

'Hi, Lost.'

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Alexis glances over at him.
"Guessing you've done this a lot?"

"I was doing this sort of thing at the age of 14. I held off about 45 Germans by myself at a bombed out church before escaping." He chuckles. "Mind you, I was scared shitless the entire time and I barely survived. But hey, you can't have bravery without fear."

[Ava Ire]

His eyes widen, a grin spreading across his face.

"What?! You have! Oh, this is great!" He embraces Hans, laughing incredulously. "I can't believe she's here!"

"Eheh, erm, yeah..."
Hans awkwardly patted him on the back.

Cever laughs again.

"Ah, this is amazing! I haven't failed!" He goes outside, not caring that he's still covered in blood.

[Barboneia]

Alexis glances over at him.
"Guessing you've done this a lot?"

"I was doing this sort of thing at the age of 14. I held off about 45 Germans by myself at a bombed out church before escaping." He chuckles. "Mind you, I was scared shitless the entire time and I barely survived. But hey, you can't have bravery without fear."

Alexi stared at him, impressed.
"....Wow."

[Lost heros]

(This happens again because no one was online when it happened the first time)

Gives him a double looking like he needed it.

'Hi, Lost.'

He pounds it beforing tossing the glass on the ground. He glares at him, "Whatever."

[Torrocca]

"Eheh, erm, yeah..."
Hans awkwardly patted him on the back.

Cever laughs again.

"Ah, this is amazing! I haven't failed!" He goes outside, not caring that he's still covered in blood.

"Um... hello? I kind of asked you a question..."

---

The supply convoy, escorted by two armored cars and three heavily armed squads of soldiers, drives cautiously along the foreign road, heading toward their objective some distance away. The men in the backs of the trucks seem somewhat nervous, unsure of what they were about to face considering the resistance's usual supply raids. Despite numerous requests, no one has thus far decided to reinforce these convoys with the absolutely necessary protection that they needed.

[Field of Merrilor]

Gives him a double looking like he needed it.

'Hi, Lost.'

He pounds it beforing tossing the glass on the ground. He glares at CC, "Whatever."

Stares at and shrugs.

'What a waste....'

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"I was doing this sort of thing at the age of 14. I held off about 45 Germans by myself at a bombed out church before escaping." He chuckles. "Mind you, I was scared shitless the entire time and I barely survived. But hey, you can't have bravery without fear."

Alexi stared at him, impressed.
"....Wow."

"And towards the end I picked up a machine gun and started firing it from the hip, screaming like one of those barbarian guys. Then when I ran out of ammo, I chucked it one of the last guys, and the rest ran away." He laughs. "It was great! But I don't think I can get away with it now. I gimped up my leg a few years back. Still, doesn't mean I can't give these poor saps advice, oui?"

The supply convoy, escorted by two armored cars and three heavily armed squads of soldiers, drives cautiously along the foreign road, heading toward their objective some distance away. The men in the backs of the trucks seem somewhat nervous, unsure of what they were about to face considering the resistance's usual supply raids. Despite numerous requests, no one has thus far decided to reinforce these convoys with the absolutely necessary protection that they needed.

The air is completely still, minus an eagle soaring past and the frequent raven pecking at a body on the side of the road. A disheveled Culdranth collapses and dies of hunger and exposure, rolling down into the river.

[Lost heros]

He pounds it beforing tossing the glass on the ground. He glares at CC, "Whatever."

Stares at and shrugs.

'What a waste....'

"It was designed to hold alcohol. That was its purpose. When it emptied, it no longer served a purpose. There was no waste. Just a redistribution of the uselessness from what center to many."