by The Grey Wolf » Sun Sep 20, 2015 5:44 am
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by Nachfolgia » Sun Sep 20, 2015 9:23 am
Ulvenes wrote:Freyja was probably the first one up, if not the then definitely among the first. She always was. It was hard not to, what with being at war for so long she was used to getting up at the crack of dawn. Not that she minded, it was nice to watch the sun rise anyways. However she always stood in front of the flag poles at a firm stance of attention. No matter how much she hated doing it she couldn't help it but, every time she did a tear always rolled down her cheek at the absence of the flag of her glorious Fatherland, what was now nothing but a desolate ruin and people living in fear and poverty. The very reason she believed Großdeutschland went to war in the first place.
She sighed and wiped her wet face on her uniform sleeve before turning and heading in to the 'school'. Even in defeat, she stood tall and proud. Not letting her Soviet enemy see any weakness that she knew they would abuse. She entered the classroom and noticed another German mage, which immediately made her stone face change in to a gentle smile. She approached the girl and gave a firm salute. "Guten morgan Fraulein!" She said with a cheerful tone.
by Occupied Deutschland » Sun Sep 20, 2015 10:06 am
by Lunas Legion » Sun Sep 20, 2015 10:30 am
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by Monfrox » Sun Sep 20, 2015 2:43 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 West Suburbia » Sun Sep 20, 2015 3:40 pm
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by New Strausberg » Mon Sep 21, 2015 5:17 am
by North Arkana » Mon Sep 21, 2015 6:05 am
Stormwrath wrote:"WOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOO!"
Jackie Bell was having a great time circling around the school at top speed. She was yelling out of the top of her lungs in sheer excitement as she did a couple of barrel rolls. First day of school and she got up and went for War Gears Academy like lightning. While everyone else below seemed to be heading for the main building on foot, she preferred to fly in her aerial armor, based off the P-51D Mustang. As she pulled off a barrel roll, she began to lose altitude, but she quickly regained it while flying over two mages. From the way they reacted, they had no idea that she flew over their heads.
Striking a pose after landing in front of the entrance, she went inside the building and headed for the locker room. Arriving at her locker, she placed her armor and her bag inside, and pulled out a couple of books. After that she took off her army air force jacket, revealing a white tank top underneath — and wrapped the jacket around her waist. Looking at the mirror, she adjusted her flowing red hair and pulled out a toothpick. She placed it in her mouth and began to head for the classroom with a cheerful demeanor on her face.
On the way there she bumped into a particular student with white hair and a bandaid across her nose. The American was running up the stairs when suddenly she accidentally "crashed" into a Russian mage. Noticing this she quickly bent one knee to help her pick up her things. "Sorry," she apologized to her — to which the Russian muttered, "It's alright, you didn't mean it." When she talked, there was some semblance of a Russian accent in her voice, but her English was passible nonetheless. "So," the American began, "what's your name?"
The Soviet averted her eyes. "Regina. Regina Zharkova." The sentiments between the democratic and capitalist Americans and the communist and totalitarian Soviets had been building ever since the war in Europe had come to a close. Yet, despite the prevailing hostilities in the United States against the Reds — and the less hostile sentiments against the Japs and the Germans — it didn't seem to be affecting Jackie in any way.
Jackie extended her hand with a cheerful smile. "I'm Jackie, Jackie Bell. Nice to meet you." Regina seemed to be hesitant — after all, Americans hated the Soviets and vice versa — but eventually she extended her hand to shake Jackie's. "So Regina, which classroom are you heading to?"
"Classroom C," she muttered. This was good news for Jackie, as she could have the opportunity to make a friend. "That's cool!" the American replied, "I'm going to classroom C too."
"Is that so?"
"Yep. This is going to be great with you around."
Regina nodded in response. "Why are you being so nice to me?" she asked her companion as they both walked across the hallway. "Am I not a Soviet, and you an American?"
"So?" she smiled again. "Why not? Friends are all over the place, no matter how fascist or commie they are." This made Regina smile a little.
Arriving at Classroom C, which is where their first class is to be held, Jackie took a few breaths and burst into the room like thunder, like the boisterous American that she was. "GOOOOOOOD MORNIIIIING!" she greeted everyone else. From the looks of it, there were a lot of Americans and Germans in this classroom, with a few Russians and a couple of Japs. Regina followed with a much quieter "Good morning" out of her mouth. Jackie headed over to where the Americans were, while Regina went for the seat next to her — which was in turn next to the seats occupied by Soviet mages. Noticing that the other Jackie — Staff Sergeant Jackie Marcos was right next to her, the Mustang girl got her attention by touching her arm with her elbow. "Hey Marcos!" she greeted, "long time no see since France and Belgium."
by Rupudska » Mon Sep 21, 2015 7:06 am
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 Nachfolgia » Mon Sep 21, 2015 7:25 am
Stormwrath wrote:"WOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOO!"
Jackie Bell was having a great time circling around the school at top speed. She was yelling out of the top of her lungs in sheer excitement as she did a couple of barrel rolls. First day of school and she got up and went for War Gears Academy like lightning. While everyone else below seemed to be heading for the main building on foot, she preferred to fly in her aerial armor, based off the P-51D Mustang. As she pulled off a barrel roll, she began to lose altitude, but she quickly regained it while flying over two mages. From the way they reacted, they had no idea that she flew over their heads.
Striking a pose after landing in front of the entrance, she went inside the building and headed for the locker room. Arriving at her locker, she placed her armor and her bag inside, and pulled out a couple of books. After that she took off her army air force jacket, revealing a white tank top underneath — and wrapped the jacket around her waist. Looking at the mirror, she adjusted her flowing red hair and pulled out a toothpick. She placed it in her mouth and began to head for the classroom with a cheerful demeanor on her face.
On the way there she bumped into a particular student with white hair and a bandaid across her nose. The American was running up the stairs when suddenly she accidentally "crashed" into a Russian mage. Noticing this she quickly bent one knee to help her pick up her things. "Sorry," she apologized to her — to which the Russian muttered, "It's alright, you didn't mean it." When she talked, there was some semblance of a Russian accent in her voice, but her English was passible nonetheless. "So," the American began, "what's your name?"
The Soviet averted her eyes. "Regina. Regina Zharkova." The sentiments between the democratic and capitalist Americans and the communist and totalitarian Soviets had been building ever since the war in Europe had come to a close. Yet, despite the prevailing hostilities in the United States against the Reds — and the less hostile sentiments against the Japs and the Germans — it didn't seem to be affecting Jackie in any way.
Jackie extended her hand with a cheerful smile. "I'm Jackie, Jackie Bell. Nice to meet you." Regina seemed to be hesitant — after all, Americans hated the Soviets and vice versa — but eventually she extended her hand to shake Jackie's. "So Regina, which classroom are you heading to?"
"Classroom C," she muttered. This was good news for Jackie, as she could have the opportunity to make a friend. "That's cool!" the American replied, "I'm going to classroom C too."
"Is that so?"
"Yep. This is going to be great with you around."
Regina nodded in response. "Why are you being so nice to me?" she asked her companion as they both walked across the hallway. "Am I not a Soviet, and you an American?"
"So?" she smiled again. "Why not? Friends are all over the place, no matter how fascist or commie they are." This made Regina smile a little.
Arriving at Classroom C, which is where their first class is to be held, Jackie took a few breaths and burst into the room like thunder, like the boisterous American that she was. "GOOOOOOOD MORNIIIIING!" she greeted everyone else. From the looks of it, there were a lot of Americans and Germans in this classroom, with a few Russians and a couple of Japs. Regina followed with a much quieter "Good morning" out of her mouth. Jackie headed over to where the Americans were, while Regina went for the seat next to her — which was in turn next to the seats occupied by Soviet mages. Noticing that the other Jackie — Staff Sergeant Jackie Marcos was right next to her, the Mustang girl got her attention by touching her arm with her elbow. "Hey Marcos!" she greeted, "long time no see since France and Belgium."
by Monfrox » Mon Sep 21, 2015 1:46 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 North Arkana » Mon Sep 21, 2015 1:58 pm
by Occupied Deutschland » Mon Sep 21, 2015 2:26 pm
by USRK » Mon Sep 21, 2015 2:28 pm
by Nachfolgia » Mon Sep 21, 2015 2:59 pm
Monfrox wrote:"Ooo, catty. Hey. Franziska. Shut up, face the front, and quit tryin' to start shit. No one likes a sore loser." Penny shot back to the Tiger mage.
Honestly, it had been a whole year almost since the end of the war, and the Nazis had done some really fucked up shit. Penny believed that they really had no room to talk. After all, war was hell for everyone. Penny had more than her fair share of scars on her body, only the noticeable ones was diagonal across her nose that went from her forehead to below her left eye, and a nick on her forehead along the other side. She would never forget that day. When she lost all of her platoon to a company-sized element of Panther tanks at Arracourt. Granted, the second platoon from the 704th showed up on their flanks and started knocking them out to the point that they were pushed back, she still lost friends.
Right now, it was like the pot calling the kettle black, and she hated it.
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