I'm fairly sane, does that count? @WilsonTurner
And I'll have my CS up asap. Another woman for TF Echo!
And I'll have my CS up asap. Another woman for TF Echo!
ChaoticFox Member
The Fabulous Fox
STATUS: "If you break before me, I swear that I will take away your pain and worry. I'll bring the light back to you." - Cevilain, Better Angels 5 yrs ago
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"If you break before me, I swear that I will take away your pain and worry. I'll bring the light back to you." - Cevilain, Better Angels
9 yrs ago
He said "You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave!"
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9 yrs ago
Down on your knees, you don't look so tall. Open your eyes and the empire falls!
9 yrs ago
Rebooting "It's a Lonely World" RP, posted in Casual.
10 yrs ago
If I lived everyday like it was my last, the body count would be staggering.
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@kingkonrad Finished with Queen, any idea if I'm stayin?
Feel free to PM me if it gets revived. I was really enjoying it.
Not a problem.
@kingkonrad Are we to PM you with CS's or do we post em here?
@Legion-114 As it seems that all posting by anyone other than myself and Kurai has stopped I will be unsubscribing from this RP. Good luck guys.
After a rough take-off, Izzy had leveled off on the leftmost flank and Duchess' main engine hummed smoothly. It was a beautiful time for flying; there was no glare from the sun but it wasn't overly dark either. Izzy flew in silence. She had removed her headset after leaving Scotland as she was still a bit shaken up from the fight and wanted time to recuperate, and what better time to do so then while flying over the calm, flat ocean. She flicked a switch and a small green light lit up in response. Her fairly limited autopilot kicked in, keeping her nose level with the rest of the formation while she leaned back to rest her eyes for a moment.
After hearing the nagging little voice blaring from the headset at her feet, Izzy picked up the headset and placed it on her head, drowning out the purr of the engine. She sighed before opening up her channel, and with a quiet but stern voice, Izzy reported in "Votyakov, flying smooth and level on our port flank. Hearing you five by five. Out." She didn't want a response, nor did she care if she got one anyways and she turned down the volume, leaning her head back on the leather headrest. After muting her mic she began to sing quietly to herself, her hands rested gently on the stick. She adjusted the throttle a bit after realising she was lagging a bit behind the group, but otherwise she was still in her aircraft, glancing to her right occasionally to examine the other planes in the squadron.
After hearing the nagging little voice blaring from the headset at her feet, Izzy picked up the headset and placed it on her head, drowning out the purr of the engine. She sighed before opening up her channel, and with a quiet but stern voice, Izzy reported in "Votyakov, flying smooth and level on our port flank. Hearing you five by five. Out." She didn't want a response, nor did she care if she got one anyways and she turned down the volume, leaning her head back on the leather headrest. After muting her mic she began to sing quietly to herself, her hands rested gently on the stick. She adjusted the throttle a bit after realising she was lagging a bit behind the group, but otherwise she was still in her aircraft, glancing to her right occasionally to examine the other planes in the squadron.
@Dynamo Frokane Editted in a question into the second paragraph.
Izzy and Duchess landed gently on the runway as one of the first craft on the ground. After parking Duchess outside the hangar (she didn't need much other than refueling and restocking from the hagnar), Izzy walked over to Roland. Though they had had a very successful fight, the battle had still been lost. Izzy looked almost as sad as Roland, and though she had barely known anyone here she too had felt the strangely high comradery of the team full of strangers.
Her boots clicked on the tarmac as she entered the hangar and approached Roland, giving him a quick salute and respectful nod, uttering a few words to him "I am truly sorry for this loss Roland, I hope they can rest easy knowing the effort we put in to try and prevent this." She took off her beret and held it to her chest in respect for the ones who perished, standing silently beside her leader. She stopped as she was leaving and turned back around to Roland "...Any idea of the enemies we may be flying into on our voyage to Iceland, Capt'n?"
After a few moments of respectful silence, Izzy returned to Duchess and began going over everything to make sure nothing had been damaged. She removed the ammunition from the twin machine guns up front and re-fed it into the gun to ensure it wouldn't jam, before topping up the oil on the main engine. She knew every little quirk on the plane and how to fix it if it began to act up; The flaps for example, had a tendency to lock up on takeoff and sometimes the attack engines refused to start. But it gave Duchess character. Izzy would never want a perfect plane, there would rarely be anything to fix, and that was half the fun.
Izzy finished tightening the flaps up again and jumped up into the cockpit, running her hand along her trusty biplane. Pictures of her kills lined the gauges in front of her and a picture of her father was pinned to the side of the fuselage, it was a miracle it hadn't blown away as the cockpit was open. She sat in the leather covered chair and held the control stick, breathing in a few deep breaths and shutting her eyes. Hopefully tomorrow proved to be better.
Her boots clicked on the tarmac as she entered the hangar and approached Roland, giving him a quick salute and respectful nod, uttering a few words to him "I am truly sorry for this loss Roland, I hope they can rest easy knowing the effort we put in to try and prevent this." She took off her beret and held it to her chest in respect for the ones who perished, standing silently beside her leader. She stopped as she was leaving and turned back around to Roland "...Any idea of the enemies we may be flying into on our voyage to Iceland, Capt'n?"
After a few moments of respectful silence, Izzy returned to Duchess and began going over everything to make sure nothing had been damaged. She removed the ammunition from the twin machine guns up front and re-fed it into the gun to ensure it wouldn't jam, before topping up the oil on the main engine. She knew every little quirk on the plane and how to fix it if it began to act up; The flaps for example, had a tendency to lock up on takeoff and sometimes the attack engines refused to start. But it gave Duchess character. Izzy would never want a perfect plane, there would rarely be anything to fix, and that was half the fun.
Izzy finished tightening the flaps up again and jumped up into the cockpit, running her hand along her trusty biplane. Pictures of her kills lined the gauges in front of her and a picture of her father was pinned to the side of the fuselage, it was a miracle it hadn't blown away as the cockpit was open. She sat in the leather covered chair and held the control stick, breathing in a few deep breaths and shutting her eyes. Hopefully tomorrow proved to be better.
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