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10+ years of an RP idea, finally finished, on 10.10.2025. Goodnight Raven Squad, you were the best, wildest, most silly near future SOF RP that lived on the guild, and you got a worthy send off :)
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I've RP'd for the best part of over 15 years now here on the Guild, and particularly like military settings, both contemporary, past and near future. I have even dabbled in a little more experimental RPs, as well as created a plethora of 1x1s over my time in the guild. I like creating RPs with a distinct flavour- and often shift between narrative-led RPs to semi-randomised plots. I've been more a GM lately than a player, and don't really lean into fandom- instead, exploring my own universes lifting themes from other source material.
My main interests are military-themed, near-future RPs, with a focus on technology. But I'm beginning to push what that RP idea looks like- taking inspiration from lots of media and focussing on the fun, indulgent side of RP, whilst also exploring the lows and emotional side.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/190121-rav…
Raven Squad is a project over seven years in the making, and focusses on a class-based, eccentric yet half-grounded near future special forces team that acts as a response team where you can't send any special forces team in. It's incredibly dumb, incredibly loose, and yet, has delivered some of my favourite plot points in RPG. A brainless action flick a la John Wick and Kingsman meets a complex thriller with a fun left turn in it, Raven has been the culmination of over a decade of loving special forces RPG, gaming influences and other silliness in a package that has provided players with something quite different to a normal military themed RPG. While at an end, this is an RP that is a signature- it's silly as hell, takes itself barely seriously, and is what peak fun military RPG to me should be.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/192916-del…
Delta Hyper is a love letter to Wipeout, F1's Drive to Survive (Netflix) and contemporary Formula One, with influences from solarpunk, cyberpunk, transhumanism and other posthumanist concepts. An RP that follows pilots in their ups and downs, it's a story that hasn't got me playing an actual character, but framing the camera at each pilot (played by others), and presenting it as if it were a documentary. Lifting elements from TTRPG, this is a Racing RPG like no other and no parallel exists- using dice rolls and randomisation, with a stats-driven system to generate race results, rather than actually RPing the races, players experience the fast-paced, dynamic world of anti-gravity racing. This means that come Qualifying and Race, the results are genuinely a surprise to everyone- and based on decisions made through dilemmas and decisions made between races. Friendships, rivalry, the glamour and even a little political undertone play out in 2094, in a colourful, utopian future that focuses on the fight to take first place.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/196931-tac…
Then there's Tactical Breach Wizards: Fireteam Hex. First use of any set IP as a formal setting, this is an RP that offers a darker mirror to Raven Squad, focussing on the other side of the equation- unlikely heroes in an uncomfortable position. I don't normally do fantasy, but the world, the lore, the feeling of the characters and the ability to write a comedy just was too difficult to pass up. An RP that focuses on a group running away from a variety of threats as wanted mercenary wizards in the middle of a post-revolution, Eastern-Europe adjacent 1990s to present Polavia.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/197399-dis…
Lastly, Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont. This is another IP-adjacent world, albeit drawing on a different setting and a new cast of superheroes. As my "first" proper superhero RP, this combines workplace comedy, a Storyteller-lite system and a fun, diverse, and large cast together in a dynamic, diverse setting.
I'm pretty flexible and try and get back to people on ideas and responses, but sometimes, I may become very busy and it will take some time till I am un-busy. I aim to clear posts within a week!
My main interests are military-themed, near-future RPs, with a focus on technology. But I'm beginning to push what that RP idea looks like- taking inspiration from lots of media and focussing on the fun, indulgent side of RP, whilst also exploring the lows and emotional side.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/190121-rav…
Raven Squad is a project over seven years in the making, and focusses on a class-based, eccentric yet half-grounded near future special forces team that acts as a response team where you can't send any special forces team in. It's incredibly dumb, incredibly loose, and yet, has delivered some of my favourite plot points in RPG. A brainless action flick a la John Wick and Kingsman meets a complex thriller with a fun left turn in it, Raven has been the culmination of over a decade of loving special forces RPG, gaming influences and other silliness in a package that has provided players with something quite different to a normal military themed RPG. While at an end, this is an RP that is a signature- it's silly as hell, takes itself barely seriously, and is what peak fun military RPG to me should be.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/192916-del…
Delta Hyper is a love letter to Wipeout, F1's Drive to Survive (Netflix) and contemporary Formula One, with influences from solarpunk, cyberpunk, transhumanism and other posthumanist concepts. An RP that follows pilots in their ups and downs, it's a story that hasn't got me playing an actual character, but framing the camera at each pilot (played by others), and presenting it as if it were a documentary. Lifting elements from TTRPG, this is a Racing RPG like no other and no parallel exists- using dice rolls and randomisation, with a stats-driven system to generate race results, rather than actually RPing the races, players experience the fast-paced, dynamic world of anti-gravity racing. This means that come Qualifying and Race, the results are genuinely a surprise to everyone- and based on decisions made through dilemmas and decisions made between races. Friendships, rivalry, the glamour and even a little political undertone play out in 2094, in a colourful, utopian future that focuses on the fight to take first place.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/196931-tac…
Then there's Tactical Breach Wizards: Fireteam Hex. First use of any set IP as a formal setting, this is an RP that offers a darker mirror to Raven Squad, focussing on the other side of the equation- unlikely heroes in an uncomfortable position. I don't normally do fantasy, but the world, the lore, the feeling of the characters and the ability to write a comedy just was too difficult to pass up. An RP that focuses on a group running away from a variety of threats as wanted mercenary wizards in the middle of a post-revolution, Eastern-Europe adjacent 1990s to present Polavia.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/197399-dis…
Lastly, Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont. This is another IP-adjacent world, albeit drawing on a different setting and a new cast of superheroes. As my "first" proper superhero RP, this combines workplace comedy, a Storyteller-lite system and a fun, diverse, and large cast together in a dynamic, diverse setting.
I'm pretty flexible and try and get back to people on ideas and responses, but sometimes, I may become very busy and it will take some time till I am un-busy. I aim to clear posts within a week!
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IC is up! Post away- I know it's been a long time, but basically, just try and RP on from the courtyard in Mosul. So the first breach by Neil/Zhenya on the smaller house, whilst the others move on the actual building itself.
Somewhere in Mosul, Iraq
9th September, 2013
Jan kept his head down, his heart racing, time almost passing slower as the adrenaline kicked hard, as it did in his fellow operators. Peeking over the mudbrick wall, he sprayed four shots down the BUIS of his 416, clipping one militant, before looking back to his troops.
"Zhenya, Neil, lead the breach on that door! Wendy, Scott, angle on the left, I'll give cover!" Jan yelled, aware that the compound was now lighting up into combat. They had mostly taken them down- now, Jan knew that it was time to stop them before they made their only move left. They had to get the chemical weapon, before they got it out the front- and where Jan hoped that at least the Iraqi surveillance team would keep things on check. Jan peered over, switching to his M320 for a bit more power. Firing a single 40mm neatly into two men that were moving to set up a PKM, Jan layed down as much sustained fire as he could, feeling bullets whiz by his Ops Core helmet, and the shots ring loudly as some went into the wall, with Jan aware that he had got some of the attention. Getting a new magazine in, he cocked the weapon quickly, before looking over at the situation that was currently happening.
"Okay, Scott, Wendy, give me some cover in return- we've got to stop them from consolidating." Jan added, looking over at the other two, full engaged with enemy and definitely picking up multiple contacts in the fray of things.
Neil looked to Zhenya, looking at the door as he made a simple remark, trying to kick the door in on the smaller house of the two in the compound. The door simply didn't budge, as Neil gave another kick.
"Fuck. They've blockaded it. Only one way in then..." Neil said simply, as he made a motion for Zhenya to prep a breaching charge from off his kit, a small block of explosive, onto the door's frame. If there was a cabinet or something heavy, this would easily disodge it, along with pretty much the entire frame of the door, whilst directing the blast away from the two operators. Neil's AUG in hand, he let Zhenya get to work, scanning the area behind the rest of the advancing team, before he looked over at his Russian squadmate, hoping he was ready to go. Leaning in, he gave a signal that he would go left, though he was on the right of the door at the moment- allowing him to sweep more effectively than Zhenya would, if they forcibly went in, and check any hiding holes. Reading up, his weapon loaded with a full PMAG of 5.56, he braced himself, the Australian confident that if they didn't find it here, at least they'd get an easy flanking route on the men supressing Jan, Wendy and Scott in the courtyard leading to the rear of the house.
9th September, 2013
Jan kept his head down, his heart racing, time almost passing slower as the adrenaline kicked hard, as it did in his fellow operators. Peeking over the mudbrick wall, he sprayed four shots down the BUIS of his 416, clipping one militant, before looking back to his troops.
"Zhenya, Neil, lead the breach on that door! Wendy, Scott, angle on the left, I'll give cover!" Jan yelled, aware that the compound was now lighting up into combat. They had mostly taken them down- now, Jan knew that it was time to stop them before they made their only move left. They had to get the chemical weapon, before they got it out the front- and where Jan hoped that at least the Iraqi surveillance team would keep things on check. Jan peered over, switching to his M320 for a bit more power. Firing a single 40mm neatly into two men that were moving to set up a PKM, Jan layed down as much sustained fire as he could, feeling bullets whiz by his Ops Core helmet, and the shots ring loudly as some went into the wall, with Jan aware that he had got some of the attention. Getting a new magazine in, he cocked the weapon quickly, before looking over at the situation that was currently happening.
"Okay, Scott, Wendy, give me some cover in return- we've got to stop them from consolidating." Jan added, looking over at the other two, full engaged with enemy and definitely picking up multiple contacts in the fray of things.
Neil looked to Zhenya, looking at the door as he made a simple remark, trying to kick the door in on the smaller house of the two in the compound. The door simply didn't budge, as Neil gave another kick.
"Fuck. They've blockaded it. Only one way in then..." Neil said simply, as he made a motion for Zhenya to prep a breaching charge from off his kit, a small block of explosive, onto the door's frame. If there was a cabinet or something heavy, this would easily disodge it, along with pretty much the entire frame of the door, whilst directing the blast away from the two operators. Neil's AUG in hand, he let Zhenya get to work, scanning the area behind the rest of the advancing team, before he looked over at his Russian squadmate, hoping he was ready to go. Leaning in, he gave a signal that he would go left, though he was on the right of the door at the moment- allowing him to sweep more effectively than Zhenya would, if they forcibly went in, and check any hiding holes. Reading up, his weapon loaded with a full PMAG of 5.56, he braced himself, the Australian confident that if they didn't find it here, at least they'd get an easy flanking route on the men supressing Jan, Wendy and Scott in the courtyard leading to the rear of the house.
Brilliant! IC will be back up again probably tomorrow- sorry for procrastinating, but I'm sure it'll be up by then- I got a few ideas in my head.
(Kinda want to get Natalie/Victor talking, perhaps after the events. Might be interesting to explore their past, in you know, getting to know them contextually better. It's hard to write posts, since I know this is mainly your end- but that said, it gives me time to explore character depth. )
Natalie cheered on, watching Victor make mincemeat out of the other competitor, and get a few gazes towards her. She'd treat him right, he deserved it after his training after all. She knew what he was doing was near torturous, and it would push him beyond the realms of normal human strength. Especially being his size, being a little more fragile due to height, it was his duty to remain ultra-athletic and work out, and Natalie knew that whilst herself, for a female standard, could be one of the most powerful women alive today, she knew that it would take a certain dedication like Victor's to get to that. She adjusted her shirt, smiling as she winked at him, aware that the roaring Mohican was indeed, happy to be alive. Natalie recognized that euphoria in his face, the joy and pleasure- it was similar to when she heavily walked to him, and put his faceplate up, and saw what she saw before she locked her lips into his, the same sort of emotion if it wasn't for the fact that it was even better. Sometimes, Natalie liked to think that life was good- she had it easy. With such pain and misery, with such intense training, came something in life that most others never got. A chance to be among the elite of the world's people,and along with Victor, one of a pair of the most deadly, invincible individuals walking the planet. Among the crowd, it was unlikely that any knew that in any given moment, had a man turned a pistol to her head, she would be already one step ahead, and she would know full well that her mind no longer relied on input in a situation like that. It just worked.
Like Victor's, almost. She was young, beautiful, but powerful, and intelligent. She knew that beauty and a large breast size masked that. And it did a good job. Because today, she was a Mohican strongman's girlfriend, and a woman of whom many men were jealous of, just like Victor's handsome looks, his feared Mohawk which defined the already huge-sized and muscled brute of a man made him a hit with women here. By night, with him or without, she was deadlier than a nuclear device, and found herself doing some very extra-ordinary activities. Yesterday night, she was floating in a helium suit over the eastern Mediterranean, here, she watched her only lover bowl over other "would-be" strongmen. Pah. Despite her alertness to what was directly in her surroundings, and that as a big woman, she was a big target, Natalie was almost fully unaware that a large number of Eastern terrorists, of mixed nationalities and various aims, wanted anarchy to come about tomorrow, and to her only love. None the less, Natalie smirked, watching as he came back with a smile that simply suggested nothing but a shit eating cockiness.
Natalie cheered on, watching Victor make mincemeat out of the other competitor, and get a few gazes towards her. She'd treat him right, he deserved it after his training after all. She knew what he was doing was near torturous, and it would push him beyond the realms of normal human strength. Especially being his size, being a little more fragile due to height, it was his duty to remain ultra-athletic and work out, and Natalie knew that whilst herself, for a female standard, could be one of the most powerful women alive today, she knew that it would take a certain dedication like Victor's to get to that. She adjusted her shirt, smiling as she winked at him, aware that the roaring Mohican was indeed, happy to be alive. Natalie recognized that euphoria in his face, the joy and pleasure- it was similar to when she heavily walked to him, and put his faceplate up, and saw what she saw before she locked her lips into his, the same sort of emotion if it wasn't for the fact that it was even better. Sometimes, Natalie liked to think that life was good- she had it easy. With such pain and misery, with such intense training, came something in life that most others never got. A chance to be among the elite of the world's people,and along with Victor, one of a pair of the most deadly, invincible individuals walking the planet. Among the crowd, it was unlikely that any knew that in any given moment, had a man turned a pistol to her head, she would be already one step ahead, and she would know full well that her mind no longer relied on input in a situation like that. It just worked.
Like Victor's, almost. She was young, beautiful, but powerful, and intelligent. She knew that beauty and a large breast size masked that. And it did a good job. Because today, she was a Mohican strongman's girlfriend, and a woman of whom many men were jealous of, just like Victor's handsome looks, his feared Mohawk which defined the already huge-sized and muscled brute of a man made him a hit with women here. By night, with him or without, she was deadlier than a nuclear device, and found herself doing some very extra-ordinary activities. Yesterday night, she was floating in a helium suit over the eastern Mediterranean, here, she watched her only lover bowl over other "would-be" strongmen. Pah. Despite her alertness to what was directly in her surroundings, and that as a big woman, she was a big target, Natalie was almost fully unaware that a large number of Eastern terrorists, of mixed nationalities and various aims, wanted anarchy to come about tomorrow, and to her only love. None the less, Natalie smirked, watching as he came back with a smile that simply suggested nothing but a shit eating cockiness.
Liam looked over at Sarah, a smile on his own face as he looked back at Pavel bungling in, along with the two hostages.
"Thank fuck for that." Liam simply said, as Pavel shut the rear doors, the two hostages confused but reassured by Pavel that they were getting out.
"This is Hydroxide, we got them. What's the plan on extract Malcolm?" Liam said, as he hit the throttle, accelerating hard as he drove out of the yard, the rain almost hail as he sped back onto the dirt roads.
"Understood...plan is simple, get to Bialystok, we'll recover leave them with the Germans from there. They intact?"
"As best as they can be. Fuck, the sods weren't half badly armed." Liam simply replied, looking over at Sarah, as he shifted up again, going faster as he skidded the van around the corner, wanting to make a fast escape before anyone else came.
"Copy. Ditch your guns at the Polish border. That's an order- we have no authority, we're bloody contractors, remember, not militants. Let's not make it look as if we did it in the way we did. The Germans care about their hostages, but the Polish authorities, if they catch you, will really mess up your day." Malcolm said simply, as Liam listened to his handler.
"Got it mate. Give us two hours." He said simply, before looking to Sarah, with a pissed off face.
"Well...fuck that. We ain't even out of Belarus, and if we get caught at the border, we'll have no defense. I ain't ditching my P226 either. Pavel, you hear?" Liam said, knocking on the metal behind him, and hearing his Czech fellow contractor's voice, a bit muffled though.
"I heard that. I got a friend back home in Liberec, he can hide them and get the shit we want back, and keep the shittier weapons."
"You suggesting we drive all the way there?"
"Well...."
"Fuck me." Liam simply said, as he looked ahead on the road, his pistol still at the ready. A UAZ came to a stop, as Liam cursed loudly, again. Slowing down, Liam looked at the car, watching as three soldiers got out- they looked like they were government. His eyes turned to Sarah, implying to keep quiet for the moment, as he made a simply utterance:
"Let them come up, but be ready."
The soldier at the front raised his AKM, as Liam stopped the van. Keeping the pistol in the door, ready at his left hand if needed, he let the window down as the man came up. "No Belarussian, no Belarussian! We are tourists!" Liam said in his best "foreign" pointing and English as he could, the man then proceeding to open the door. The second soldier came to Sarah's side, as Liam realized something more would be needed than a simple shot to the head. Sarah had time. But he didn't. He let the door open, and unbuckling his seatbelt, he half got out, aware the man was armed, but his weapon for the moment was lowered. Using his momentum as he got out, he gave a sharp kick with his left prosthetic to the soldier's knee, the soldier dazed as he howled in agony from the sheer force that Liam lashed out with. In that moment, Liam was able to fully get out, and grab the soldier's bald head, slamming it against the side of the door, as he watched the third man raise his gun. Using the door as cover, Liam kept his head down, as bullets flew past the window, Pavel and Ariana staying in with the hostages as planned in case shit went wrong. It was up to Liam and Sarah to sort this out- and Liam knew that one was now firing bullets at them. Grabbing his P226 from the door, he shot five loose rounds through the shattered window, with one hitting the Belarussian soldier, before he got a proper aim and shot three more into his torso. Looking over, the man on the ground was bleeding heavily from the head, but went for Liam's right leg, bringing him down as he threw a weak punch at his head, dazing Liam but giving him the chance to elbow him hard in the shoulder and get a hold. Twisting, his adrenaline running liquid in that moment, he heard the man howl again, as he grabbed his loose pistol, and executed the man, wiping the blood as he coughed hard.
Dragging the body away into a ditch, he looked over at Sarah, with an inclination.
"Don't just sit there lass. Let's get them hidden, we'll have to burn the car too. Jesus Christ." Liam said, coughing again as he wiped the blood from his cut left leg, just above his prosthetic. He put the P226 back in it's holster, as he looked over at her, his walk a simple one as the bandana-wearing contractor approached the man he had killed with his P226 earlier on. Dragging his body by the car, he wanted to make it look as if it was a simple ambush from the group they had just been fighting. The rain pissed down, with the blood washing a slght muddy grey and red in the ditch where the two bodies now were. This third one would burn with the car- it made sense to do that, to make it look more like an ambush rather than an execution. Getting into the UAZ, Liam searched for a can of petrol- it was unreliable to find it these days in these parts, after all. He found a five litre can in the back, already aware of what was going to happen.
Throwing the petrol can over the UAZ, as he finished emptying it, he looked over at Sarah, his bruised and soaked face saying everything.
"It isn't the most pleasant line of work. But they're all bastards, and we'd be dead by now if we didn't do this. Let's get going." Liam said, pulling his lighter out as he got a flame, the blue flame emerging from the Zippo a pleasant sight for him. Approaching the fabric roof at the back, he got a slight burn of a wet rag, aware that the petrol would soon burn and combust the whole car. Walking away with Sarah back to the Transporter, Liam looked back only once, as the entire thing engulfed into flames, a small explosion going off as the fuel tank went up, and the frame burned, leaving a smoke cloud. Starting the engine, Liam hit the gas again, driving past the burning car as he knew it was time to leave Belarus, and go home. He wiped his face, almost inert in what had happened. They did what they could, and they did what they have to. He knew he wasn't perfect, and to Sarah, perhaps he was even a little bit mad. But he did what he felt had to be done, and he knew that it was the way things would work in the team.
"Thank fuck for that." Liam simply said, as Pavel shut the rear doors, the two hostages confused but reassured by Pavel that they were getting out.
"This is Hydroxide, we got them. What's the plan on extract Malcolm?" Liam said, as he hit the throttle, accelerating hard as he drove out of the yard, the rain almost hail as he sped back onto the dirt roads.
"Understood...plan is simple, get to Bialystok, we'll recover leave them with the Germans from there. They intact?"
"As best as they can be. Fuck, the sods weren't half badly armed." Liam simply replied, looking over at Sarah, as he shifted up again, going faster as he skidded the van around the corner, wanting to make a fast escape before anyone else came.
"Copy. Ditch your guns at the Polish border. That's an order- we have no authority, we're bloody contractors, remember, not militants. Let's not make it look as if we did it in the way we did. The Germans care about their hostages, but the Polish authorities, if they catch you, will really mess up your day." Malcolm said simply, as Liam listened to his handler.
"Got it mate. Give us two hours." He said simply, before looking to Sarah, with a pissed off face.
"Well...fuck that. We ain't even out of Belarus, and if we get caught at the border, we'll have no defense. I ain't ditching my P226 either. Pavel, you hear?" Liam said, knocking on the metal behind him, and hearing his Czech fellow contractor's voice, a bit muffled though.
"I heard that. I got a friend back home in Liberec, he can hide them and get the shit we want back, and keep the shittier weapons."
"You suggesting we drive all the way there?"
"Well...."
"Fuck me." Liam simply said, as he looked ahead on the road, his pistol still at the ready. A UAZ came to a stop, as Liam cursed loudly, again. Slowing down, Liam looked at the car, watching as three soldiers got out- they looked like they were government. His eyes turned to Sarah, implying to keep quiet for the moment, as he made a simply utterance:
"Let them come up, but be ready."
The soldier at the front raised his AKM, as Liam stopped the van. Keeping the pistol in the door, ready at his left hand if needed, he let the window down as the man came up. "No Belarussian, no Belarussian! We are tourists!" Liam said in his best "foreign" pointing and English as he could, the man then proceeding to open the door. The second soldier came to Sarah's side, as Liam realized something more would be needed than a simple shot to the head. Sarah had time. But he didn't. He let the door open, and unbuckling his seatbelt, he half got out, aware the man was armed, but his weapon for the moment was lowered. Using his momentum as he got out, he gave a sharp kick with his left prosthetic to the soldier's knee, the soldier dazed as he howled in agony from the sheer force that Liam lashed out with. In that moment, Liam was able to fully get out, and grab the soldier's bald head, slamming it against the side of the door, as he watched the third man raise his gun. Using the door as cover, Liam kept his head down, as bullets flew past the window, Pavel and Ariana staying in with the hostages as planned in case shit went wrong. It was up to Liam and Sarah to sort this out- and Liam knew that one was now firing bullets at them. Grabbing his P226 from the door, he shot five loose rounds through the shattered window, with one hitting the Belarussian soldier, before he got a proper aim and shot three more into his torso. Looking over, the man on the ground was bleeding heavily from the head, but went for Liam's right leg, bringing him down as he threw a weak punch at his head, dazing Liam but giving him the chance to elbow him hard in the shoulder and get a hold. Twisting, his adrenaline running liquid in that moment, he heard the man howl again, as he grabbed his loose pistol, and executed the man, wiping the blood as he coughed hard.
Dragging the body away into a ditch, he looked over at Sarah, with an inclination.
"Don't just sit there lass. Let's get them hidden, we'll have to burn the car too. Jesus Christ." Liam said, coughing again as he wiped the blood from his cut left leg, just above his prosthetic. He put the P226 back in it's holster, as he looked over at her, his walk a simple one as the bandana-wearing contractor approached the man he had killed with his P226 earlier on. Dragging his body by the car, he wanted to make it look as if it was a simple ambush from the group they had just been fighting. The rain pissed down, with the blood washing a slght muddy grey and red in the ditch where the two bodies now were. This third one would burn with the car- it made sense to do that, to make it look more like an ambush rather than an execution. Getting into the UAZ, Liam searched for a can of petrol- it was unreliable to find it these days in these parts, after all. He found a five litre can in the back, already aware of what was going to happen.
Throwing the petrol can over the UAZ, as he finished emptying it, he looked over at Sarah, his bruised and soaked face saying everything.
"It isn't the most pleasant line of work. But they're all bastards, and we'd be dead by now if we didn't do this. Let's get going." Liam said, pulling his lighter out as he got a flame, the blue flame emerging from the Zippo a pleasant sight for him. Approaching the fabric roof at the back, he got a slight burn of a wet rag, aware that the petrol would soon burn and combust the whole car. Walking away with Sarah back to the Transporter, Liam looked back only once, as the entire thing engulfed into flames, a small explosion going off as the fuel tank went up, and the frame burned, leaving a smoke cloud. Starting the engine, Liam hit the gas again, driving past the burning car as he knew it was time to leave Belarus, and go home. He wiped his face, almost inert in what had happened. They did what they could, and they did what they have to. He knew he wasn't perfect, and to Sarah, perhaps he was even a little bit mad. But he did what he felt had to be done, and he knew that it was the way things would work in the team.
Anyone seen Phren/Skyth around? I just want him around, because you know, we just need him and all. Good to see you all- I really want to get back to it, I am going to get something rolling soon.
Natalie smiled, looking out on him as they got out, walking down the street. She knew that they were a sight to behold, Athena and Ares embodied into these two mortal potrayal of Gods. Most recognized the big fellow- Victor Kanatario, a renowned WSM compeitor, who anyone who was in Brussels that day would recognize. Only a few knew Natalie, from the Olympics a few years ago. The others that didn't, knew that she seemed like a tamer and the perfect accompanyment to the Mohican by her side, and that wasn't too far from the truth. Unless it was the other way around. Natalie wasn't sure herself- but all she knew was, was that they got on well, and they had a life far more extraordinary than a normal human being's. That she had experienced a little when she was young, but even so, it was too dull. Nothing was intense, nothing compared. The VDV, and then Spetsnaz Alfa Gruppa, then her own autonomous work for the Spetsnaz GRU as a lone operator meant that she had seen more than enough combat, at the age of 23. Going into the PMC and the "Bear" armor changed her forever. And Victor? Well, to her, he was the center. She had spent time with many men, and they were too insignificant. Many couldn't handle what she had. The size, the proportions, the lifestyle. Not even the wildest Russian could try a relationship with her. It was like trying to fight a Lion with your bare hands. It would never work sanely, and she knew as much as men lusted over her curves and her beauty, they never considered a lifelong commitment or time with her. Victor was the only man that Natalie knew would roar back if she growled, and that would happily stand over her, and make it very clear that he was the only equal on this planet to her. So that was why Natalie had predominantly gotten on, and found that he was the only man on the earth that ever understood what she did. And in some ways, she was happy it was like that. They'd never go. They were fixtures in life, and Natalie knew that full well. The bullet from earlier that had hit her side had been pulled out while she was in Akitoieri, and she felt a tiny cramp, though it was mostly insignificant due to a giant-sized portion of painkillers. That barely really hit her system, but did some relief.
Looking behind, before Natalie looked over at Victor, she smiled, her hand around his.
"We sure are popular..." She said in French, aware that Victor would understand, and maybe some locals. He had to, she guessed- he lived so close to the Ontario border back in the US, and his tribe were almost practically in that area. As they walked in, she knew it would be a good day of watching him distribute some hell to the other competitors, and that she'd be a debated topic. She didn't make herself incredibly public- this wasn't the place to massively overdo it, but she knew that it was simply because she knew that it wasn't precisely her show.
Later on, Natalie found herself by the press, with Victor having cameras pointed her way. Natalie stayed out, waving to VIctor in a certain way as she watched the other strongmen go at each other in the tug of war. Pah, she thought to herself. With her level of training and physical fitness, in a certain event she could bowl them over. Her own physical training routine to keep herself as athletic and powerful as possible was barbaric, with swimming, lifting and a combination of running and clambering being her approach. She enjoyed having fun whenever she worked out- and Victor took a simular approach, from what she saw. Helping logging companies to move their wood...and that to her was indeed some serious power that he held. Still, she knew that the WSW, the women's equivalent, was full of women that had nothing on her and something she was thinking about. They were strong, but to be Natalie Denisova style strong, it took something else. Something very different- and whilst she knew she had flaws in areas, and could definitely bulk up even more if she wanted to at the expense of her looks, it wasn't worth it for the capability in the suit or in competition. She let out a woop, louder than the others at Victor, a grin on her face as she literally stood two to three heads above most in the crowd. Sometimes, being tall gave you the best view of the best man in your life, Natalie thought to herself, as she watched Victor approach Magnus, and congratulate the Chinese winner. Natalie cheered herself, a little loudly, thinking to the time she met Mariusz Pudzianowski. He was a little..different to Victor, but he had a vigor that she could tell had made him a winner. But whatever it was in life, there was no denying it in her head. Natalie knew for a fact, that when there's almost 8 feet of Mohican-Danish muscle and pure power with military precision and courage, that Victor was a man beyond any comprehension. And he had a right to roar. To Natalie, the scene felt ecstatic, almost electric, as she knew that he was swallowing up in the moment, and truly enjoying it. Somehow, in that crowd, Natalie knew that Victor would never miss the sight of her among the few press that was there, her own sheer size helping to reinforce that she was the giant's love intrest. And she knew full well, one day, they would intertwine in a marriage, one that she'd wait on him to drop on her. Natalie didn't mind Victor dropping a surprise, and knew that after all this time, of working together, and loving each other, something had to come. In some ways, it was good to be here, out of the fight. Rather than asphyxiating Cypriot gangsters with her pair, she was in some form of extra-ordinary normality. Rather than floating with a helium suit in a gusty storm onto a large trawler, armored like a tank and impervious to bullets, she was now mingling with mere mortals, with people who everyday, were just here to watch something mad. Natalie knew that for what she had, she was gifted, and that intelligence, looks and size like this was a fluke. Even herself, she had to admit- that herself and Victor were close to perfection, the ultimate human beings, the Gods among mortals to stand above and make change. Perhaps, it was why Natalie felt so ecstatic. Normality never felt so crazy.
Looking behind, before Natalie looked over at Victor, she smiled, her hand around his.
"We sure are popular..." She said in French, aware that Victor would understand, and maybe some locals. He had to, she guessed- he lived so close to the Ontario border back in the US, and his tribe were almost practically in that area. As they walked in, she knew it would be a good day of watching him distribute some hell to the other competitors, and that she'd be a debated topic. She didn't make herself incredibly public- this wasn't the place to massively overdo it, but she knew that it was simply because she knew that it wasn't precisely her show.
Later on, Natalie found herself by the press, with Victor having cameras pointed her way. Natalie stayed out, waving to VIctor in a certain way as she watched the other strongmen go at each other in the tug of war. Pah, she thought to herself. With her level of training and physical fitness, in a certain event she could bowl them over. Her own physical training routine to keep herself as athletic and powerful as possible was barbaric, with swimming, lifting and a combination of running and clambering being her approach. She enjoyed having fun whenever she worked out- and Victor took a simular approach, from what she saw. Helping logging companies to move their wood...and that to her was indeed some serious power that he held. Still, she knew that the WSW, the women's equivalent, was full of women that had nothing on her and something she was thinking about. They were strong, but to be Natalie Denisova style strong, it took something else. Something very different- and whilst she knew she had flaws in areas, and could definitely bulk up even more if she wanted to at the expense of her looks, it wasn't worth it for the capability in the suit or in competition. She let out a woop, louder than the others at Victor, a grin on her face as she literally stood two to three heads above most in the crowd. Sometimes, being tall gave you the best view of the best man in your life, Natalie thought to herself, as she watched Victor approach Magnus, and congratulate the Chinese winner. Natalie cheered herself, a little loudly, thinking to the time she met Mariusz Pudzianowski. He was a little..different to Victor, but he had a vigor that she could tell had made him a winner. But whatever it was in life, there was no denying it in her head. Natalie knew for a fact, that when there's almost 8 feet of Mohican-Danish muscle and pure power with military precision and courage, that Victor was a man beyond any comprehension. And he had a right to roar. To Natalie, the scene felt ecstatic, almost electric, as she knew that he was swallowing up in the moment, and truly enjoying it. Somehow, in that crowd, Natalie knew that Victor would never miss the sight of her among the few press that was there, her own sheer size helping to reinforce that she was the giant's love intrest. And she knew full well, one day, they would intertwine in a marriage, one that she'd wait on him to drop on her. Natalie didn't mind Victor dropping a surprise, and knew that after all this time, of working together, and loving each other, something had to come. In some ways, it was good to be here, out of the fight. Rather than asphyxiating Cypriot gangsters with her pair, she was in some form of extra-ordinary normality. Rather than floating with a helium suit in a gusty storm onto a large trawler, armored like a tank and impervious to bullets, she was now mingling with mere mortals, with people who everyday, were just here to watch something mad. Natalie knew that for what she had, she was gifted, and that intelligence, looks and size like this was a fluke. Even herself, she had to admit- that herself and Victor were close to perfection, the ultimate human beings, the Gods among mortals to stand above and make change. Perhaps, it was why Natalie felt so ecstatic. Normality never felt so crazy.
Not really, sorry. I want to get QueenOfTheBee (Supersoccerball) and Skythyon back in then we're commencing onwards. Cheers.
Meh, insomnia drove me to put this OOC up. The IC will be back up sooner or later for us all to post in.
(Sorry if this is an enormous Godmod- but I did it inbetween the airport and the second part, because I had to kinda fit it like that. Also, I may have to PM you on your opinion on something- it's another World Development thing that I'm doing, and I think that you might like the sound of it.)
Natalie smiled, looking at him as he came in, unsuspectingly on her. She let him creep up on him, just like she knew he would. Wrapping her arms around him, she smiled, whispering as she moved her head up.
"Let's just get to the car. I'll show you." Natalie said, growling as she kissed him tenderly, before taking his hand and following him towards the old Hummer. How he had gotten this car, Natalie didn't know, but all she did know was, it fit them, just. Natalie barely managed to bundle herself into the passenger seat, and shut the door, aware that Victor was now getting in.
"Drive to somewhere quiet, Victor. Just stop off, then you know, take us to the hotel and all." Natalie said simply, as she did her belt up, barely able to pull it out enough past her chest and sheer size. This car felt significantly larger, but to her, it felt like sitting in a cramped hatchback.
As Victor drove on, out of the airport and onto a small motorway, Natalie pointed out a sign. A service station- one with just truck parking and a toilet, coming up in 500m.
"Drive into there Victor, trust me on this. We need some privacy, and anyone who's there at this time in the morning will be asleep if they've got trucks." Natalie said simply, checking her hair as she sat up, looking over at her partner. He eclipsed her to some extent in size, he was sheerly massive. From his mohawk to his enormous feet and hands, you could tell that this man was a mountain, not a mere human. They were both some of the deadliest human beings on this earth, yet Natalie knew that they were both able to enjoy the finer things in life. And that they did, very well. Their sex life was like something out of Fifty Shades of Grey, and they seemed to be the perfect couple almost. Liked the same hobbies, the same occupation, and most of all, spent time together doing what they loved. Natalie knew exactly that that wasn't precisely normal- but to her, Victor was the antidote to her poison, and the only man that could ever tame her wild and near-psychotic lust for life.
Hoping that Victor would stop, Natalie undid her checked shirt, revealing her exposed chest, a little pale lately yet significantly overwhelming. As Victor pulled into a discrete parking spot on Natalie's request, she undid her bra, letting her two breasts fall out, and hearing the large V8 engine come to a stop, she turned to him.
"Now..." Natalie said, undoing his trouser zip, as she then saw his ridicioulously large boxers come to view beneath his gigantic silk trousers, and she smirked at him, aware that this really would be another treat for him. Bending over, she got to work, aware that Victor knew exactly what was going on. To spit or swallow, that was the case in the layby on the side of some random Belgian motorway.
A little while later, they were just about to get back on the road, Natalie smiling as she put the tissues away back into the glove box.
"Absolutely, Victor. That was just a taster." Natalie said, as she looked out, getting back in and putting her seatbelt on as she let Victor drive on, to wherever next. They were still quite close to Brussels, and relatively close to the hotel that they would stay at.
"And breakfast sounds good- you got a portion already..." Natalie said, chuckling with an almost evil contempt as she turned back to the serious topic at hand.
"Make mine about 50 egg whites and bacon and I'll be a happy girl, believe me Victor. I'll tell you about Cyprus over it...I had some fun to say the least. Didn't get that many holiday photos, but I think whatever was worth it I sent to you.." Natalie said, aware that they were back on the road, and going to wherever it was that Victor had mentioned. She simply loved teasing him, aware that he took it well, and that she was full of it. She buttoned up her shirt again- something which looked strange on a woman of her size and type, but surprisingly, worked well, in making her look a little more chic. She checked her hair in the mirror, as she leaned back, her own head banging into the ceiling as she was sure it must have been even worse for Victor.
Natalie smiled, looking at him as he came in, unsuspectingly on her. She let him creep up on him, just like she knew he would. Wrapping her arms around him, she smiled, whispering as she moved her head up.
"Let's just get to the car. I'll show you." Natalie said, growling as she kissed him tenderly, before taking his hand and following him towards the old Hummer. How he had gotten this car, Natalie didn't know, but all she did know was, it fit them, just. Natalie barely managed to bundle herself into the passenger seat, and shut the door, aware that Victor was now getting in.
"Drive to somewhere quiet, Victor. Just stop off, then you know, take us to the hotel and all." Natalie said simply, as she did her belt up, barely able to pull it out enough past her chest and sheer size. This car felt significantly larger, but to her, it felt like sitting in a cramped hatchback.
As Victor drove on, out of the airport and onto a small motorway, Natalie pointed out a sign. A service station- one with just truck parking and a toilet, coming up in 500m.
"Drive into there Victor, trust me on this. We need some privacy, and anyone who's there at this time in the morning will be asleep if they've got trucks." Natalie said simply, checking her hair as she sat up, looking over at her partner. He eclipsed her to some extent in size, he was sheerly massive. From his mohawk to his enormous feet and hands, you could tell that this man was a mountain, not a mere human. They were both some of the deadliest human beings on this earth, yet Natalie knew that they were both able to enjoy the finer things in life. And that they did, very well. Their sex life was like something out of Fifty Shades of Grey, and they seemed to be the perfect couple almost. Liked the same hobbies, the same occupation, and most of all, spent time together doing what they loved. Natalie knew exactly that that wasn't precisely normal- but to her, Victor was the antidote to her poison, and the only man that could ever tame her wild and near-psychotic lust for life.
Hoping that Victor would stop, Natalie undid her checked shirt, revealing her exposed chest, a little pale lately yet significantly overwhelming. As Victor pulled into a discrete parking spot on Natalie's request, she undid her bra, letting her two breasts fall out, and hearing the large V8 engine come to a stop, she turned to him.
"Now..." Natalie said, undoing his trouser zip, as she then saw his ridicioulously large boxers come to view beneath his gigantic silk trousers, and she smirked at him, aware that this really would be another treat for him. Bending over, she got to work, aware that Victor knew exactly what was going on. To spit or swallow, that was the case in the layby on the side of some random Belgian motorway.
A little while later, they were just about to get back on the road, Natalie smiling as she put the tissues away back into the glove box.
"Absolutely, Victor. That was just a taster." Natalie said, as she looked out, getting back in and putting her seatbelt on as she let Victor drive on, to wherever next. They were still quite close to Brussels, and relatively close to the hotel that they would stay at.
"And breakfast sounds good- you got a portion already..." Natalie said, chuckling with an almost evil contempt as she turned back to the serious topic at hand.
"Make mine about 50 egg whites and bacon and I'll be a happy girl, believe me Victor. I'll tell you about Cyprus over it...I had some fun to say the least. Didn't get that many holiday photos, but I think whatever was worth it I sent to you.." Natalie said, aware that they were back on the road, and going to wherever it was that Victor had mentioned. She simply loved teasing him, aware that he took it well, and that she was full of it. She buttoned up her shirt again- something which looked strange on a woman of her size and type, but surprisingly, worked well, in making her look a little more chic. She checked her hair in the mirror, as she leaned back, her own head banging into the ceiling as she was sure it must have been even worse for Victor.
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