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

@ayzrules Ah, that is true. *waves pompoms for college*

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

@RomanAria if you're still playing...?

Pariah Online: Prologue [ closed ]

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Elian Zefra
_{LOCALE // City of Thorinn: Lefig Lawn
TIME // morning}

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Elian hated dealing with idiots. She was not going to try to keep n00bs alive and then put up with their whining and yelling when they inevitably died. She'd budgeted an hour or so to deal with the worst of them -- the ones that were the /most/ desperate to get themselves killed. By the time a familiar booming voice called her name, she was in sore need of a break. "Hey, it's the Dork Knight!" she called back, waving happily back as Hawkwood came towards her, Ebon in tow. "And the Flashing Fencer! Gods you're a sight for sore eyes." Anything further she might've said was cut off as another friendly face interposed himself between her and the other two.

"Landon! Hey, you know what they say. Gotta keep a troublemaker like you where I can see you, yeah?" She laughed. "I posted the job, but yes, I did invite some people specifically. One just arrived, but might take him a few minutes to turn up. Let's see here...." Even Elian's above-average height wasn't exactly a major advantage when a large portion of those around were wearing bulky armor, so she leaped on the flagpole and climbed a few feet. "One comment about pole dancers, Landon, and you'll be a flagpole topper."

She looked around, and immediately spotted the anachronistic baseball cap. "Ah, there he comes. And there's Graves -- oi, Fishface!" Elian raised her voice to call to the half-armored fighter, using a standard nickname that went off his preferred weapon. She pulled a fan free of her belt and flipped it open, counting on the bright blades and gold-painted butterflies to reflect sunlight and get the man's attention. When he directed his scowl at her she knew she'd succeeded and responded with a cheeky smile, then took a last look around. She didn't see anyone else so she hopped down, landing lightly as she closed her fan with a snap. "I am willing to make introductions as often as needed," she added, "but I think you all know me already."

Fiddle music reached Elian's pointed ears, and she lit up. "Oh! I know that song -- that's gotta be Tiferet." She'd missed the other woman in her surveillance of the lawn, but it was a busy place and while Tiferet's style was distinctive, she didn't stand out simply because of the quantity of brightly-colored outfits. A flicked sign activated her earring. "Tiferet," she said, suspecting the bard had her amulet open for local whispers. "If you aren't done when I've got people, I'll come find you," she said, keeping the message short so as not to interrupt the other woman's playing too much. A gesture muted her end, and she turned her attention back to those gathering around the post. It looked like it would be a decent party, though she'd prefer a few more. Still, they could make an initial run with this. Elian grinned.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

"Of course they get sick -- Cecil's sick now." Explaining the finer points of living vs. Machina to Amuné did not look like it would be an easy task. "And they die, I remember when the engine for Benjamin's tractor broke and they couldn't fix it, they had to get a new one. They said it had died." She followed as he made his way over to her injured friend, but quickly got in the way and grabbed his hands when he started to reach for Cecil. "Wash first!" she demanded. "Even if your hands look clean you have to wash first!"

When he'd washed up to her satisfaction she did the same, and then went back to watch quietly while Norman worked. He'd said he could fix Cecil, but she knew from watching her mother that she should be quiet if someone was badly injured, and her Machina friend was the worst-injured person she'd ever seen up close. She leaned forward a little when he looked at the gears and stuff in Cecil's chest. She'd seen the crystal before, of course, but Norman acted like something was special about this one. "He'll be just fine?" the girl echoed, sighing in relief. "Thank the Saints." Norman saying he was sure Cecil would be okay was enough for her. He knew what he was doing, and he was good with machines.

Then he started asking for things. Amuné stood a bit straighter. This was something she was very good at doing for her mommy. She knew where most everything was back home, and could get almost anything very quick. But her face fell at what Norman requested. "Polla...Paula Ethyl...? Um...but I know what copper wire is, and iron! I can find the blacksmith!" She had no idea what the first thing was, and couldn't even manage to repeat it back, but copper and iron, that would be easy. The blackmith probably had both. "And a big heavy spring! I can do that -- I'll be right back, okay?"

She took off at a dash, Wyth at her heels. She had to ask to find out where the blacksmith was, and then she had to explain that Norman was repairing her friend Cecil and he needed copper wire and a few ounces of iron and a big heavy spring, and then she had to explain that Cecil was a Machina and Norman was a Machina doctor and he worked with machines too, and he'd sent her. But Amuné made sure to be polite, and she said please and thank you to everyone she asked -- especially the blacksmith. It took longer than she'd hoped, especially since the smith wouldn't give her anything until one of the other machinists turned up and echoed her request. It turned out they only needed the iron from the blacksmith, but she was more than happy to help with even one thing. "I got it!" she panted when she reached the table. She'd run all the there, and then all the way back, and she was out of breath.

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

@Belle *hugs*

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

Belasý found her confidence in the skills of the team dropping by the minute. She would probably have been better off going with just Izkry. At least she could anticipate him. Or perhaps alone. Goodness knew getting out was going to be just as hard, and her brother did not share her vendetta. He was a good man. He shouldn't have been in the army at all, but he wouldn't let her go off on her own. Yet another reason he was a far better person than she.

The bumbling Spaniard spoke French well, but he peppered it with Spanish. She scowled, and punched his shoulder -- not hard, but enough that he'd feel it. "No Spanish," she snapped, probably the first thing he'd heard her say. Her voice was quiet but forceful, and she spoke with a clipped cadence, using no unnecessary words. She glared at him, bright blue eyes looking right at him, narrowed in anger. "French /only/."

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

The siblings fell into the darkness, chill wind biting into any exposed skin. It was cold so far up, even in July. Izkry was grateful for the minimal training he'd had time to receive between arriving at the English base and them heading to France. Bel had wanted more, but she'd learned quickly. It wasn't so hard to angle herself to link up with her brother, and she gave him a rare smile. They plummeted down, side by side, Bel counting seconds to figure when to deploy her chute. For a stealth mission, you wanted to spend as little time in the air as possible, so it was best to drop as far as feasible before using the parachute. When she reached the right number, she signaled, and angled off. Moments later, two dark canopies blossomed open, one above each.

Izkry sighed in relief. He always worried the thing would get tangled or something. There was so much that could go wrong. Of course his sister seemed perfectly calm, but he couldn't remember her being afraid of anything -- well, anything other than people and her powers. Normal stuff didn't faze her. The rest of the drop was simple, and he landed, though a bit hard, immediately shrugging off his chute and checking his gear.

Belasý had touched down moments before, her landing far more graceful than his stumbled one, and now she too had discarded the parachute and was taking inventory. Satisfied she had everything, she took off her coat and folded it small to shove in her pack, along with her hat and goggles. A raised eyebrow at Izkry asked him his status.

"Good to go," he replied in Swiss German, earning himself an elbow in the ribs and a scowl. He winced and looked sheepish. "Sorry Bel," he apologized, using German Standard German this time. She responded with a sharp nod. His French would mark him as an outsider -- even hers had a distinct accent -- but their German was flawless, and travel was not impossible, so their papers and covers had them as Germans. "That or French," she reminded him, not loud enough for anyone else to hear.

"Oui, bien sûr." His flippant reply got an eyeroll, and Belasý turned away, looking for the others. She spotted some of them, and waved Izkry towards Oscar, who she'd managed to keep track of during the drop, waiting for her brother to help the shaken man up before leading them toward three other shadows. Those forms resolved into Ms. Dubois, M. Cambronne, and Ms. Wang, the latter having some trouble with her chute.

"The Meyers reporting in sir, madam," Izkry told their nominal leaders in flawed French. He wished, for what must be the millionth time, that he had Bel's way with languages. She soaked them up like a sponge, as she did so many other things. He was best with his hands, or an engine.

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

@MegaOscarPwn@Oak7ree No one expects Belasy, full stop. =P

I think maybe Mongol hoards should be added to this list, only clearly someone /did/ expect them -- after all, they built a giant wall.

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

@MegaOscarPwn. Erps wrong starting point. I did mean Swedish, sorry. And she's fluent in five or six, depending on how you want to count Russian, and she is conversant in like three more. She has a knack for languages, and genuinely enjoys learning them. Granted, one of the latter is Yiddish, and two -- possibly three -- of the former are closely related. Still. It's on her char sheet. She's a very clever lady. Just...has issues.

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

@MegaOscarPwn. looks like you mean him. So first of, he's not really Spanish, since he's Polish. Though I spuppose he might identify as Spanish. Secondly, Belasý has him beaten on languages. Though I suppose it's not quite the same if she doesn't actively /use/ them much... *amused*