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The Westminster League Of Extraordinary Individuals (WWII Superhero Spy RP)

@Lady Selune I shall try to have something up tomorrow. Been in kind of a mental funk lately so it's not only my rp stuff I haven't been able to focus on (I spent two hours last night staring at my homework and I just couldn't get myself to do it). Sorry about that

The Westminster League Of Extraordinary Individuals (WWII Superhero Spy RP)

@Lady Selune Ah. how long did it take to earn those? I'd think the Stormbreakers would get training, but that isn't feasible with the Swiss Army, and there were only two weeks for training max -- minus travel time -- after the formation of the Westminster group. I imagine it took some time for it to be approved, and then for news to spread. So...it might or might not make sense for them to have their wings yet. What do you think? They are fully trained soldiers but I'm not sure beyond that.

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All I Know is that it took the people on band of brothers a long ish time lol

The Westminster League Of Extraordinary Individuals (WWII Superhero Spy RP)

A brown-haired woman with bright blue eyes and her brother, a young man with blonde hair and bright eyes, introduced themselves as Belasý and Izkry. Or, rather, Izkry introduced them both. Belasý did not seem very talkative. Izkry conversed with Jean for a few moments, and there was a slight tension in the air as Belasý lifted her head to give Jean an intense stare. It was rather subtle, but Ying-mei noticed it nonetheless. Like Belasý, she was more on the reserved side, and as such, Ying-mei tended to take notice of the little things.

A shaggy-haired man spoke up. Ying-mei could not quite place his accent. Modern-day...fairy tale? How is this a 'fairy tale' in any way, shape, or form? thought Ying-mei, bewildered. Chinese legends involved dragons and the heavens and magic, not a bumpy truck ride and then jumping out of a plane (though Ying-mei supposed that there was 'magic' in her world as well, if their abilities could be counted as that). And Western fairy tales were not like this either. I am somewhat familiar with western fairy tales, yes, and they almost always involve a princess and a prince and a curse or spell. I do not see how our current circumstances pertain to fairy tales...?

Ying-mei let it go. She was only thinking about it in such depth so that her mind would be distracted from the fact that she was about to jump out of a plane. Besides, the others had already moved on to other topics of conversation. The loquacious Spanish man had taken out a bottle of water, and he was now manipulating the water to form different shapes until he'd created...popsicles? What on earth are popsicles? In any case, his carefree air made Ying-mei smile softly. It was a nice bit of lightheartedness in the otherwise bleak atmosphere. Izkry mentioned that his sister was an "excellent marksman", which caused Ying-mei to arch an eyebrow slightly. At home, and even in America, a woman using a weapon was practically unheard of. Imagine...imagine how improper it would have been in Shanghai, if the women had walked around with guns! I understand that she has abilities like us, but I never imagined...although I suppose I should have expected this. I am fairly certain that Maria is well-versed with firearms as well. Ying-mei was jolted from her thoughts when the Spanish man's "popsicles" crashed to the ground as Belasý almost imperceptibly twisted her hands. A small frown formed on Ying-mei's face. Why is she so angry? Izkry's sister seems a bit on the sensitive side, that much is apparent. I wonder how someone of her temperament would fare amongst the social circles in Shanghai, let alone in Nazi-occupied France. Her brother said something to her in a language that Ying-mei could not understand.

Then, Maria suggested that they 'demonstrate' their powers and mentioned that she was a mind-reader. She turned and addressed Ying-mei directly.

"Ah, Ms. Liu is it? I'm sorry, I know there is some naming convention used by the Chinese that I am not familiar of, but I hope Ms. Liu shall suffice. Did you get the new drugs? I hear they've been amazingly effective for treating soldiers a bit more on the... Friskier side. I'm not sure if you could cure it on your own, but best not to take unnessacary chances, eh?"

Ying-mei inclined her head slightly. "Ms. Liu will suffice, yes, although from now on I suppose I am Sylvia Wang," answered Ying-mei. The side of her lip twitched at the mention of the new drugs, though it was hard to tell if it was from amusement or irritation. "And I have indeed received the new drugs, and you are right. Better safe than sorry," she murmured. She cast her eyes around the back of the truck. "It is a pleasure to meet you all," she said. Ying-mei flinched at the sirens wailing in the distance. It seemed like they had almost arrived to the plane.

The Spanish man introduced himself as Oscar Guijara, and proceeded to provide the group with a false identity-Tony Bamanaboni. Ying-mei mentally reminded herself that Maria herself would now be going by Marie Dubouis. She remembered that Izkry had said that he was going by Izaak Meyer, while his sister was going by Mieli Meyer. The blonde man with spectacles said that he would be called Tommy Ashwell. The young girl who was even smaller than Ying-mei introduced herself as Kazia Andrysiak. Anna Slaski would be her alias. Ying-mei could not help but to notice how her voice seemed to change in the middle of the sentence. Perhaps that has something to do with her abilities?

Izkry told the rest of them that his sister did not talk very much (which was obvious without him saying) and that she was able to control water. To show the group what he himself could do, Izkry lifted up his fingers, thin sparks dancing in the air between them, saying that he possessed "an affinity for electricity and machines."

Ying-mei decided that she would speak up. "In terms of demonstrating my...abilities...I am afraid that there is not much I can demonstrate at the moment," she began haltingly. "I...I am-was-a nurse in America before I was with the OSS, and my abilities involve healing." There, that should do it. It wasn't like there was an open wound readily available to heal at the moment, anyway.

The Westminster League Of Extraordinary Individuals (WWII Superhero Spy RP)

what @Korkoa said

also, my next post will probably have to be sometime tomorrow. Sorry about that

The Westminster League Of Extraordinary Individuals (WWII Superhero Spy RP)

Ying-mei was startled by the black-haired man's commanding demeanor. She hadn't known that he was also in charge of the operation. He offered a few bits of advice to the group, telling them not to look down, or they'd "freeze at the door". I'm not sure if his words are helping or not, thought Ying-mei. He introduced himself as Jean, asking how they were feeling.

"My name is Ying-mei," answered Ying-mei in slightly accented English. "I...I am feeling a little nervous, yes, but I thank you for the advice," she continued a bit timidly, looking up at the sniper as he studied the group. The truck began moving, and Ying-mei took a deep breath, doing her best to steady her nerves. It was obvious that Jean and some of the others had training, but the only instruction that Ying-mei had received was how to jump-no, paradrop-out of the plane. She was no fighter, so the Allied army had not mentioned anything about a weapon.

The man with the large sideburns turned to Ying-mei and began speaking, his dialogue sprinkled with what Ying-mei presumed were words of his native language. I believe it is xibanyayu-Spanish. It is quite similar to putaoyayu, is it not? I remember thinking it was very peculiar that our word for Portuguese began with the characters for 'grape' when I was a child...

Ying-mei gave him a small smile. "Frankly, I never would have expected to end up here myself," she admitted with a quiet laugh. Ying-mei then noticed tall, thin man-so thin that he could have been described as gaunt-that she'd missed earlier. He appeared to be more than just a little uneasy. Ying-mei could sympathize.

Ying-mei wondered what abilities the other members of the Westminster League of Extraordinary Individuals possessed. She guessed that many of them had more combat-oriented abilities than she did, especially Jean. He was a sniper, after all. Ying-mei idly wondered what Maria Bianco, the leader of their little group, could do. It certainly had to be something useful, otherwise why would she be leading them? Ying-mei fidgeted with the straps of her pack, feeling the comforting bulge of the first aid kit under the rough fabric. All Ying-mei could do was heal. She could only hope that her healing would be enough.

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The Westminster League Of Extraordinary Individuals (WWII Superhero Spy RP)

Ying-mei stood quietly at the back of the room, listening to everything that Ms. Bianco said. She was painfully aware of the fact that she was looked, well, different from everybody else who was gathered for the briefing. She was used to this, of course, having spent many years in American universities and cities, but still-the very nature of what she was here for, the very nature of what she was about to do...it made everything just twenty times worse.

Ying-mei herself had known very little about the Nazis before being brought to this base. She knew what the Americans were saying about them, yes, but she had been more concerned about the Japanese invading her home country. Ying-mei was thankful that her family had fled to safety in the southern portion of China, and she could only hope that the war with the Japanese ended soon.

In England, Ying-mei had heard plenty about the Nazis-how they invaded Poland and killed thousands of people, how now they had taken control of France and many eastern European countries, and even how they were targeting specific groups of people (specifically, the Jewish). That thought did not sit well with Ying-mei. She had a Jewish classmate in America whom Ying-mei was extremely fond of. Her classmate had expressed worry for her family in Luxembourg in the past, and Ying-mei had done her best to help, relating it to how her family was living in a China overrun with Japanese soldiers, but still...the reality of the situation hadn't fully hit Ying-mei until she was introduced to the Westminster League of Extraordinary Individuals.

Ms. Bianco continued her speech, adding a short note at the end about how backing out was an option. Ying-mei wavered. Ai ya, what am I doing here? I am no soldier, nor am I...a spy, if you will. I am the daughter of a Chinese politician and I am fated to marry a powerful man with a splendid wedding and I will bear him many children. How am I to fight Nazis with healing? Ying-mei was uncertain if that was what she truly wanted in life, but what choice did she have if she wanted to honor her parents?

Yet there was no going back now. Ying-mei did not know how the rest of her family would take the news of her unexpected supernatural abilities, nor if the news had spread to other influential families in China (most likely not, due to the war, but one could never know), and once the news did get out-these things always did-Ying-mei knew that there would be no marriage to a powerful businessman or politician for her, no matter how large the dowry. People will say that I am cursed, that I am an abomination. No, this is the only path I have.

So Ying-mei kept quiet like she always did and followed the rest of the group outside to the trucks. She, along with the other "special" individuals, were about to be air-dropped into France. They were all wearing rather loose trousers and plain shirts that were commonplace in Western fashion. Ying-mei would have preferred something from home, but unfortunately, a traditional qipao in the middle of occupied France would have been much too conspicuous. At least she had been allowed to bring her makeup-Ying-mei had never been one to wear an excessive amount, but she was well-versed in lipsticks and blushes and the sort, having been raised in a wealthy political family in Shanghai.

Ying-mei took a good look around at the group as they walked. Their leader-Maria Bianco-had a porcelain complexion, straight, dark hair, and blue eyes. She looked to be a fairly young woman; not as young as Ying-mei herself, but not even close to middle-aged, either. There was a blonde, bespectacled young man who couldn't have been older than twenty, and another young man who looked a bit older that had black hair.

The only person smaller than Ying-mei was a brown-haired girl who looked to be...fourteen? Fifteen? Her height made her look like a child, though her facial features indicated that she was older than ten or eleven. Last but not least, there was a man about Ying-mei's age who had dark hair and the largest sideburns that Ying-mei had ever seen. He seemed to be particularly nervous, stammering out a question to Ms. Bianco. The black-haired man moved to reassure him, which seemed to help a little bit.

Ying-mei settled down on a wooden bench across from the diminutive brunette and the tall, blonde-haired man. If Ying-mei had to be perfectly truthful with herself, she had absolutely no idea what she was getting herself into. She could heal, yes, and she supposed that was all that was expected of her, but how the hell was she supposed to walk around occupied France without being noticed? She was Chinese, for Pete's sake. Her features alone made her stick out like a sore thumb.

Well, I suppose that there's no turning back now. I must hope that we shall discover a solution in the near future, thought Ying-mei pensively.

Ying-mei was startled when the petite young woman across from her put a hand over her mouth as if she was trying to stifle a giggle. What could possibly be so funny? Ying-mei wondered. Her thoughts were cut short as she watched the blonde young man she was sitting next to begin to talk to her. Ying-mei turned away, letting them converse, and took a closer look at her surroundings. Hopefully being air-dropped into France wouldn't be too terribly frightening.

The Westminster League Of Extraordinary Individuals (WWII Superhero Spy RP)

aiming to have a post up sometime tomorrow night

The Westminster League Of Extraordinary Individuals (WWII Superhero Spy RP)

ANTHROPOID WAS SO GOOD I only watched it because cilian Murphy and damn he is fine but omg it was good and the ending was so sad :(