The Liquid Wallaby - WW2Allaby

[Barboneia]

"Thank you."
He pops the lid and chugs most of the bottle.

She starts digging around with a pair of tweezers, the whiskey dulling the pain significantly. Eventually she manages to remove it and puts it on the table in front of him. "There's a souvineer for you." Amelie patches him up. "Let me know if you need anything else, alright?"

"Sure thing. I appreciate it, ma'am."
He stares at the bullet and a smirk crosses his face.
"Do you have a small necklace chain?"

[Torrocca]

(bah)

"Uh... sure. Vodka, please."

At about that moment a drunken Torroccan man enters the bar, singing something in a slurred Torroccan. He goes over to the bar to order some drinks.

Ira steps away from the man, clutching the drinks she had just bought.

"I-I don't think you need any more drinks!" She exclaims to the intoxicated Torroccan.

"Ah, wh... what do you know?!" The drunkard chuckles slightly and says, "you look half dead, anyways!" A moment later he collapses, completely passed out.

Torr eyes the man for a moment, then turns to Ira when she returns and says, "thanks for the drink."

[Ava Ire]

The Patriot laughs.
"I've seen your kind before. Just didn't know what they were called...or where they were from".

"Oh. Yeah, we're from places and stuff!"

He just laughed.
"Strange places, I bet". He looks up at the sky. "Sure is a fine day for flying..." He looks back at Saren.

"Say, who are your people rooting for? The Axis? Or us Allies?"

[Ava Ire]

Ira steps away from the man, clutching the drinks she had just bought.

"I-I don't think you need any more drinks!" She exclaims to the intoxicated Torroccan.

"Ah, wh... what do you know?!" The drunkard chuckles slightly and says, "you look half dead, anyways!" A moment later he collapses, completely passed out.

Torr eyes the man for a moment, then turns to Ira when she returns and says, "thanks for the drink."

Ira can't help but laugh at the drunkard.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

A child lost their teddy bear, I guess.

Yay.

Finds the teddy bear that oddly enough was missing an eye and in the hands of a psycho that is bald and violent.

Pleasant! The child clutches it and runs off to her parents.

She starts digging around with a pair of tweezers, the whiskey dulling the pain significantly. Eventually she manages to remove it and puts it on the table in front of him. "There's a souvineer for you." Amelie patches him up. "Let me know if you need anything else, alright?"

"Sure thing. I appreciate it, ma'am."
He stares at the bullet and a smirk crosses his face.
"Do you have a small necklace chain?"

She tosses one at him. "Sure."

He just laughed.
"Strange places, I bet". He looks up at the sky. "Sure is a fine day for flying..." He looks back at Saren.

"Say, who are your people rooting for? The Axis? Or us Allies?"

"Allies! Because Axis are big stupid jerks with stupid hats. And sissies that can't grow a real moustache. That's what my dad said, anyways. Everyone else says really big words that I'm not allowed to say."

[Barboneia]

"Sure thing. I appreciate it, ma'am."
He stares at the bullet and a smirk crosses his face.
"Do you have a small necklace chain?"

She tosses one at him. "Sure."

He quickly fits it through a convenient hole in the bullet and wears the bullet necklace around his neck.
"Thanks again, ma'am!"
He walks out of the medical tent and into the Wallaby. He heads over to the bar and takes a seat on a stool.

[Torrocca]

"Ah, wh... what do you know?!" The drunkard chuckles slightly and says, "you look half dead, anyways!" A moment later he collapses, completely passed out.

Torr eyes the man for a moment, then turns to Ira when she returns and says, "thanks for the drink."

Ira can't help but laugh at the drunkard.

Torr chuckles along with her slightly and says, "I actually remember that man. He was one of my father's bodyguards. His name was Vasili."

[Chaos Crescent]

Yay.

Finds the teddy bear that oddly enough was missing an eye and in the hands of a psycho that is bald and violent.

Pleasant! The child clutches it and runs off to her parents.

Watches her run off then sighs.

'Well that made me feel good. Now what.....'

[Ava Ire]

The Patriot gets up, overjoyed. He grins at Saren.
"Yeah! That's what I'm talkin' about!" He reaches to give him a high five.

[Ava Ire]

Ira can't help but laugh at the drunkard.

Torr chuckles along with her slightly and says, "I actually remember that man. He was one of my father's bodyguards. His name was Vasili."

"Bodyguards? You come from wealth? I didn't know that".

[Torrocca]

Torr chuckles along with her slightly and says, "I actually remember that man. He was one of my father's bodyguards. His name was Vasili."

"Bodyguards? You come from wealth? I didn't know that".

"Yeah. Well, wealth in the sense that we were related to the man on the throne at the time: my uncle Artyom."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

She tosses one at him. "Sure."

He quickly fits it through a convenient hole in the bullet and wears the bullet necklace around his neck.
"Thanks again, ma'am!"
He walks out of the medical tent and into the Wallaby. He heads over to the bar and takes a seat on a stool.

"Welcome." She waves lightly and starts cleaning off the tweezers.

The Patriot gets up, overjoyed. He grins at Saren.
"Yeah! That's what I'm talkin' about!" He reaches to give him a high five.

He slaps his hoof against the Patriot's hand and grins. "Yeah!"

[Barboneia]

Alexi goes through his pocket and pulls out the note from earlier. He throws it to the ground, it landing on the side with writing visible. On it is written "Tuhoasaattue. Hankipullo. Yksinkertaista.".

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Younger Byron exits the fort, dressed in a camoflague outfit as he goes to investigate the plane wreckage.

[Chaos Crescent]

Younger Byron exits the fort, dressed in a camoflague outfit as he goes to investigate the plane wreckage.

Help me cause why not.

[Barboneia]

Younger Byron exits the fort, dressed in a camoflague outfit as he goes to investigate the plane wreckage.

As he approaches it, he would find that there was fire billowing out of the fusalage where the wing was connected to the plane. The cockpit window is shattered and a trail of blood lead from it, heading deeper into the forest.

[Ava Ire]

"Bodyguards? You come from wealth? I didn't know that".

"Yeah. Well, wealth in the sense that we were related to the man on the throne at the time: my uncle Artyom."

Hmm, I did not know that".
She sits at the bar table, daydreaming.

(Goodnight)

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Younger Byron exits the fort, dressed in a camoflague outfit as he goes to investigate the plane wreckage.

As he approaches it, he would find that there was fire billowing out of the fusalage where the wing was connected to the plane. The cockpit window is shattered and a trail of blood lead from it, heading deeper into the forest.

"Guess I'll loot the plane later..." He mutters, following the trail of blood, his rifle at the ready.

Younger Byron exits the fort, dressed in a camoflague outfit as he goes to investigate the plane wreckage.

Help me cause why not.

Byron is sticking to the shadows and whatever cover he can, moving slowly and methodically through the forest.

[Barboneia]

As he approaches it, he would find that there was fire billowing out of the fusalage where the wing was connected to the plane. The cockpit window is shattered and a trail of blood lead from it, heading deeper into the forest.

"Guess I'll loot the plane later..." He mutters, following the trail of blood, his rifle at the ready.

The trail led to the pilot's body, which was slumped against a tree. His chest was ripped open and guts were spilling out of it. He was clutching a revolver in one hand. His face was still frozen in horror.

[Chaos Crescent]

As he approaches it, he would find that there was fire billowing out of the fusalage where the wing was connected to the plane. The cockpit window is shattered and a trail of blood lead from it, heading deeper into the forest.

"Guess I'll loot the plane later..." He mutters, following the trail of blood, his rifle at the ready.

Help me cause why not.

Byron is sticking to the shadows and whatever cover he can, moving slowly and methodically through the forest.

Does the same but not as slow. Curious on why he left the plane and not search it.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Guess I'll loot the plane later..." He mutters, following the trail of blood, his rifle at the ready.

The trail led to the pilot's body, which was slumped against a tree. His chest was ripped open and guts were spilling out of it. He was clutching a revolver in one hand. His face was still frozen in horror.

He winces and pauses briefly, staring blankly ahead.

A rather similar scene, 19 years prior. Except the man was alive and screaming. And his friend, begging to be put out of his misery.

Byron shakes his head rapidly and sighs. "You poor bastard... I'll see to it you get buried properly." He holds his breath and starts searching his pockets for anything that could be used to identify him.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Guess I'll loot the plane later..." He mutters, following the trail of blood, his rifle at the ready.


Byron is sticking to the shadows and whatever cover he can, moving slowly and methodically through the forest.

Does the same but not as slow. Curious on why he left the plane and not search it.

The plane wasn't going to go anywhere, but he assumed the person leaving the trail of blood wasn't dead yet.

[Barboneia]

The trail led to the pilot's body, which was slumped against a tree. His chest was ripped open and guts were spilling out of it. He was clutching a revolver in one hand. His face was still frozen in horror.

He winces and pauses briefly, staring blankly ahead.

A rather similar scene, 19 years prior. Except the man was alive and screaming. And his friend, begging to be put out of his misery.

Byron shakes his head rapidly and sighs. "You poor bastard... I'll see to it you get buried properly." He holds his breath and starts searching his pockets for anything that could be used to identify him.

In one of his pockets was a black and white photo of the pilot wearing a tuxedo and hugging a young woman in a dress. They were both smiling. Being worn on the pilot's neck was a dog tag.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

In one of his pockets was a black and white photo of the pilot wearing a tuxedo and hugging a young woman in a dress. They were both smiling. Being worn on the pilot's neck was a dog tag.

He cuts off the dog tag and wipes some blood off of it, trying to see the name.

(I JUST GOT A SCIENTOLOGY AD.

YES. IT BEGINS!)

[Chaos Crescent]

Does the same but not as slow. Curious on why he left the plane and not search it.

The plane wasn't going to go anywhere, but he assumed the person leaving the trail of blood wasn't dead yet.

Looks at the plane then follows him and watches his back as he search and tries to read the dog tag.