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Endless Darkness [Open 1-2 spots]

And I'm alive and well! Will post right now once my post is written and posted by which time a post will be up in due time...or something like that.

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

@RBYDarkIt most certainly did my good friend, thanks. It's good to see both you and the post back up again. I hope your finals went okay?

Now we just need to see if the rest have died. Sigurd and Kamikazi haven't been online for a month, so...I fear they might not be coming back really :(

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

@shylarahThank you dear! ^^ It went better than expected, who knew a silly Norwegian student could get an A on a paper about Apartheid?! CRAZY I TELL YOU!

@Oak7reeI second that. Well I kind of have to, since Anton was the one to suggest it :P Only thing about the Indochinese soldiers would be that they officially were fighting for the Vichy-French, so then we would have to find a good alibi for him. Though I love the idea of Anton bossing Kaneda around, just because he doesn't really trust him yet. Sorry about that, @Kessir Tarkin

@MegaOscarPwn Get better you silly goose, don't you dare get sick :(

Band of Bastards- WW2 Heist/Espionage RP

Jakob Norheim

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The tall, blond man sitting across the table barely seemed fazed by the glass of clear liquid in his left hand, even for the half-empty bottle of an unknown spirits standing in front of him. A glass of beer also stood there, peacefully coexisting beside the bottle as it hadn't been touched yet, compared to the two other men already drinking theirs. No, the Norwegian had been in need of something stronger that simple beer that night.

Who could blame him? He hadn't been killing Nazis for nearly two weeks straight now. Was it the sense of duty and purpose that kept him from stabbing them, or the bottle? Both? Perhaps.

Jakob looked casually up at Robert after having explained the plan once again. "Remind me again how you're going to get that intel out of his brain after we've filled it with lead? Scoop it out with a spoon?" He said as if it was the most natural thing in the world to say, emtpying his glass of spirits in one clear swoop, before continuing. "You better be correct about these contacts of yours, Robert. It's one hell of a gamble in gathering them all right in the middle of the fucking Reich, and I'd really like to not repeat the mission of '42, remember?"

Suddenly the beer disappeared from the table, now finding its way down Jakob's mouth and into his stomach. It was time to prepare for the mission. He stood up from the table and straightened his uniform, the recognizable uniform of an Waffen-SS Unteroffizer, his alibi a recovering gunshot wound in the leg. Even the limp he made looked authentic. "At least the snow won't be a problem for them, so they should be here soon."

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Silvio Colani

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"Fucking snow-piece-of-shit, good for nothing boots. Even my Mah' could've made them better!"

The lone voice of what presumably was a very angry man could be barely dechipered through the thick woods just outside of Ulm. The darkness of night kept the apperance of said man unknown, but one hearing it - who would be none, seen as everyone piled up inside during the winter snow - could mistake it for someone of an American stature. Perhaps even New York? Not that anyone normal in the Third Reich would understand that, American movies hadn't been common around those parts of years. But the voice lingered on, and with it the sounds of footsteps in the snow, and even more cursing.

Silvio Colani, Sergeant and SOE-operative, couldn't feel any more miserable than he already was. For the past three years he'd been fighting in warm climates, even enjoying combat in his ancestoral homeland of Italy. But no, now he had to be in the middle of Germany, in the middle of winter, in the middle of it all snowing down. He cursed some more, now in Italian, as he slowly made his way towards his destination; "The Dark Bear". He'd been contacted by a certain, well, Contact not too long ago, and then found himself being pushed out of an airplane. The parachute-lessons he'd been given were scarse, and his fear of heights didn't exactly help. Hadn't he'd been man enough, he swore he would have pissed his pants.

It didn't take long for Silvio to find the beerhall he was looking for, even for his sparse knowledge of German. It was far easier to pass off as an Italian, which was exactly what his papers now stated he was. In his normal, civilian clothing, he was now officialy an Italian wine-farmer who'd been contacted by the local SS-department for wine meant for Christmas. And so far it had worker, even his bottles of wine hadn't shattered yet.

As he stepped inside the beerhall, he was met by a small crowd of people celebrating God knows what, though the bald head of an SS officer caught his attention. Of course it would seem that the ugly, bald bastard - who frankly looked like an evil seal tucked into a stiff SS uniform, repayed the attention, for now he was heading straight for Silvio.

"Oh cazzo, ecco il sigillo..."

The confrontation was brief, but intense, as the bald Nazi-seal clapped Silvio on the shoulder and spoke to him in German, none of which Silvio really understood except questioning who he was. He tensed up for a few seconds, before calmly reaching into his backpack and pulling out a bottle of wine. He could feel the eyes of the room follow him, even their fingers on the triggers gnawed their way into his spine. Seconds felt like hours, days and weeks, before the Nazi-seal cheerfully grabbed the bottle of wine, tasting it and cheerfully letting go of Silvio.

Which was good, for Silvio had no idea what to do if he found the disassembled Thompson at the bottom of his backpack. Luckily it didn't happen, and so he rushed - somehow slowly - up the stairs and to the room where he was told to meet. He knocked on the door, and stepped inside.

"...snow won't be a problem for them, so they should be here soon."

"That goo'pilin outside? Jesus Christ, you're lucky I'm not some dead snowman out there right now. Mother Marry, it's facciu fridda outside! You couldn't have picked a better place to meet, could you mamaluke?"

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

@Oak7reeThat sounds like an interesting paper to write really. Do you feel that you got it right?

Band of Bastards- WW2 Heist/Espionage RP

@DepressedSoviet@JDolan Bump-ity-bump! Still in this? Konrad are waiting for your character sheets.

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

@Bright_OpsHe does, especially since he's grown up in a less racist France and imprisoned in the friendlier Canada :P But hey, it was a plan, not a good one.

@Oak7ree History. Specifically what role the government party of South Africa did to disband Apartheid during the 80's and 90's. It's quite interesting. And good luck to you, what was it about?

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

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Anton G'iscard
"L'étincelle"

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Anton kept quiet for the first part of the briefing, listening intently to what the unknown government agent told them about their new assignment; their first assignment. In short it was like nothing Anton had paricepated in before; infiltrating an upper-class banquet undercover, defend their target and locate the would-be assassins. Like he said, it was like nothing he had ever done before.

The comments, or better described as scepticism described by his teammates, didn't make the situation any better. First it was Bel who raised her concerns regarding the task, followed by Maria, Johnathan, Kaneda and Walter. All pitching in with different arguments and thoughts of their own, it was clear to Anton that few in the room were eager to take on the task for different reasons.

And Anton was having none of it.

"Seeing as you have managed to gaz'her all of z'his information, how difficult would it be to rearrange ze guest-list?" Anton raised his hand and stood up as he asked his superiors, taking a quick look at Kaneda before he proceeded. "I may not have a perfect American accent, but my native tongue can be used just as effectivly. Captain, Agent, how strange would it be if a French officer were to attend ze banquet? Or quebecois? I mean, if high-ranking enough, it could be seem possible for a distinquished Allied officer to, how do you said it, mingle wi'hz ze American upper classes? We are at ze same side in z'his war after all, no? And Kaneda could impose as a Chinese officer or diplomat, perhaps even an subordinate Indochinese officer under me?"

Anton turned briefly to look at the others, taking in their faces and emotions as he continued to talk to them. They who seemed so reluctant to do their part in this battle of civilizations. "We are at war, mon ami. We all have a part to play in z'his, if we like it or not. Search for ze solutions, not ze obsticals."

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

I'm working on a post now, but don't expect it to be too long. Got to defend my bachelor tomorrow :O

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

Haakon J. Elvsgaard

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Location:Qasr El Nil Barracks

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The feeling of oddity didn't subside as Haakon entered the barracks, on the contrary. He had already been inside the Qasr El Nil Baracks earlier that day enjoying a drink - and the demeaning looks from Peter Keystone -, but returning there within the night to protective his possibly endangered life, that he had not anticepated. This time he was even going to be searched.

First in was Aziza, then Harry and Josephine. Then it was him. Haakon was led into a closed off room by one of the soldiers. Putting his suitcase and satchel on the table, he listened intently while the contents of the aforementioned Non-disclosure Agreement was read up for him. Haakon gave a mental sigh as he looked down at the piece of paper, ready for him to sign. It wasn't that he wasn't going to sign, he already held the pen in his hand at this point; he was simply reading the whole text, looking for the infamous "small print" where his hand could be even more forced than it already was. After a moment of reading, he looked up at the soldier and asked him the question that had been on his mind.

"If I may, Corporal, I'd just like some clarification; will the agreement affect what's already written in my notebook and files? When I wrote in them weeks ago and earlier today, that was before the Lord Major direction our attention towards the agreement. I'm simply asking so that I understand it fully."

The Clerk stopped what he was doing and looked at Haakon, taking the notes and looking over them carefully. "Sir, it doesn't matter what you wrote, even if it was ten years ago. Once you sign this, it means that nothing pertaining to anything that you are doing with the Lord Major, his guests, this base, or the King's Armed forces can ever be written about, spoken about, published, etc. Ever, without being subjected to penalty and punishment determined by the Lord Major - which can include the penalty up to death," he stated flatly as his eyes went over the note book, flipping page by page. "That is unless you are granted special permission by the Lord Major in writing and in the presence of an official of his majesties legal department of the armed forces, such as myself."

Haakon looked at the soldier as he responded to him, keeping his eyes locked on him. He was determined not to appear as being shaken or concerned by those words, but inside he cursed himself. So the law was having a retroactive effect, meaning that as long as the soldiers there thought it was related, it could be confiscated or destroyed. Knowing how seemingly everyone disliked Haakon and his kind, he felt certain that nothing in his notes were sacred. Why had he decided to take them with him?

Oh yes, because he thought that was safer. And now he could do nothing but kick himself mentally. Externally however, Haakon nodded to the soldier, who was now looking through his notes. "Then we're on the same page, so to speak. Thank you." He said while he signed the papers. In truth there was little else Haakon could do, and so he would allow for himself and his items to be searched and catalouged. With that done, he was escorted outside to find the Lord Major himself asking if anyone had any questions. Haakon had tons, but a lack of energy and the conviction of his tainted reputation made him keep silent, simply wandering over to Josephine.