Post Tenebras Veritas (Planes/Cars RP)

[Dusty Crophopper]

Dusty Crophopper - Propwash Junction

As Dusty took in his morning gas ration, he could see other aircraft starting to arrive, most likely for the show. Wow! Talk about eager and early attendees! It made him feel kind of self-conscious that others would be showing up so early just to see him perform, but he knew that came with the territory. It seemed like there was a modified air tractor like himself touching down on the runway, and a chopper was inbound as well. Also showing up was Foxtrot, one of the Jolly Wrenches who was staying in town on an extended holiday.

Dusty chose to greet the F-18 first, as he was closest, having called out to them and asked if he had slept in too late. "Not at all!" Dusty replied, chuckling as he did so. "Morning Foxtrot! I actually was up pretty early, so... you didn't sleep in!" he explained, shifting his gaze to the two aircraft that were rolling over to the Fill N' Fly. He didn't recognize either of them, so they had to be coming for the air show today. "Huh..." he said, turning to kind of face in between them, as they were both approaching from oblique angles.

"OK, Duster, you're all set. Gassed up and good to go!" Chug declared, retracting his nozzle to allow Dusty to move away so that the next in line, Dusty's new boss Mayday, could receiving his morning ration. Already the denizens who were rising were staring to head to the gas station for their morning fill. Dusty decided to greet the newcomers, seeing as he was prominently placed to do so. He wasn't sure how gushing they would be over him, or indeed if they'd even recognize him in his firefighter paint scheme, but only one way to find out.

"Morning you two!" he said cheerily. "Welcome to Propwash Junction! Are you here for the air show?" He asked, looking between the two of them as he rolled forward a bit.


Finn McMissile - CHROME Headquarters

The briefing room that Abby had rolled into doubled as a lecture had, and had stepped back rows for cars to stand in and listen to the lecturer, who would usually be at the head of the room in front of the giant monitor that dominated the wall. Shortly after she arrived, Finn McMissile drove in, looking up at her and noting that Shadow Carlisle wasn't here yet. "Hello Ms. Tessari." He greeted her smoothly, a serious look on his features. "I'm waiting for one other. Soon as she gets here, I'll start the briefing. I know you're a trainee... but do you know who I am?" he asked her here, stopping in the center of the front of the room, and turning to face the stacked rows that loomed above him.

[ShadowWolfCelica]

Shadow Carlisle - CHROME Headquarters

Although the day was still quite young, with some of the country just waking up, it had already been a long day for the black Toyota Celica, who was currently relying on her 5 hour sleep last night to get her through the day. She was residing in a training room, with one of the other agents when the small red analyst found her.

"Agent Carlisle! Agent McMissile has requested your presence immediately in briefing room 21!" He instructed, watching her steadily. Shadow had thought that everyone knew to call her Agent Shadow, but she supposed that, for the sake of being professional, Agent Carlisle had to do. She gave a small nod to the analyst.

"Thank you, I'll be on my way" She replied, looking to the other agent she'd been training with and excused herself. She drive along the corridors noting how empty a few were. Shadow had worked many times with Finn in the last, and it was no surprise to hear that he was calling on her again. For this, she didn't worry at all. She knew that they usually got it right first time, and their missions werewere aways successful.

However, as she turned the corner and into the doorway of room 21, the face of both Finn and another agent greeted her. This one, she didn't recognise. Maybe training? She was sure that she knew most the agents. But then, CHROME was pretty big. A smile reached her features as she regarded to the new car.

"Hi there, I'm Agent Carlisle, don't think I've seen you around. Nice to meet you!!" She smiled, before turning to Finn.

"You requested us? So what's going in then?"

[Titanic X 21]

The black plane looked over and blinked his eyes. He didn't say anything at first, but he narrowed his brown eyes a bit. Then they widened. As the plane asked them if they were there for the air show, Spray blinked in surprise before grinning.

"Nah. Just wanted to see the place," he said. Then he looked at the nearest flier for the Corn Festival and grimaced. "Ugh... Not that big on corn though..."

And for a good reason, but he wasn't saying.

Then something clicked and he shot a glance back at the plane. "Wait..." He narrowed his brown eyes before they widened. "You wouldn't happen to be Dusty Crophopper, would you?" he asked, not out of fan adoration, but plain curiosity.

[Alfor]

Gender: Male
Model: P-51D Mustang
Occupation: None
Location: Fill N' Fly
Mood: Somewhat shy
Tags: Everyone nearby

Jigsaw watched the exchanges quietly, shaking his nose when Dusty apologized. He didn't see any reason for the firefighter to be sorry, he was already awake. The Mustang felt uneasy as some newcomers arrived. Most of the time he was hiding in his hanger during the bigger airshows; sometimes crowds could be a bit too much for the veteran.

[adelphi prime.]

{Sorry if I'm not super active this week, as it's a busy week. I'll probably be more active Thursday, and probably not at all tomorrow except maybe very early in the morning.}

Blaze - Female - Helicopter - Single - Propwash Junction, Minnesota - Tags: Spray, Dusty, Jigsaw

Blaze was hesitant to speak, and when she was going to she was cut off by the black plane, who looked much like a crop duster. Allowing him to finish, she was surprised by the aspect of Dusty being right there in front of her. When she thought about it, it was a good cover, in a way. Without the tip tanks to betray his racing status or his signature vibrant orange and white, the plane looked very different than the one on screen. She was curious about the sleek black plane, and who he was. He certainly didn't look like any kind of model she could place. The helicopter figured he was much like herself -a mutt in the world of vehicles. Noticing an older P-51, she moved to park beside him, choosing for now not to enter herself in the chit-chat.

Omega - Male - P-40 Warhawk - Single - Propwash Junction, Minnesota - Tags: Tera

In a peaceful slumber interrupted, Omega shook his wings in a way that said he was not quite awake, as if in a dream he was shaking off some pesky insect. Mumbling something incoherent, he stirred and opened his eyes. "Tera?" he asked groggily, yawning, "I can't believe you actually got up before I did, for once." Tera was notorious for sleeping in, probably due to the fact she had lived in Arizona for half of her life, and when the state didn't have Daylight Savings, schedules were hardly ever interrupted.

Having taken the young plane underwing after her father had died and she had taken a nasty crash after flying away in a storm. He'd known her when she was very young, back when he still worked at Luke. He's promised Tera's father, Wingston, that he would take care of her if anything ever happened, as the experimental plane knew that he might not last as long as others, especially after finding out he had faulty hydraulics.

[Alfor]

(tis alright | I was wondering if I could add Raven, Lucas, and possibly Aeris. I don't know if you'd accept Aeris or not bc he looks like a mini Finn :'D)

Gender: Male
Model: P-51D Mustang
Occupation: None
Location: Fill N' Fly
Mood: N/A
Tags: Blaze

The P-51 blinked in surprise as a helicopter decided to park next to him, not really expecting that at all. Normally newcomers avoided him and he avoided them. It seemed like she was avoiding the chatter as well, so he was content with staying silent at the moment.

(Oh yes, I also forgot to mention that Jigsaw has a couple of sharp teeth sticking out XD)

[DreamFluent]

Abby|CHROME Headquarters
"Er... yes, I've heard of you, Agent McMissile," Abby said respectfully just before the black Toyota drove in, the one she was supposed to be working with, she assumed. With difficulty she managed to stop fidgeting for the time being, trying to make a good impression... something she sometimes wasn't the absolute the best at. While not overly scared of the situation, she was somewhat intimidated by the two superiors in the room with her. "I'm just a trainee... Tessari," she said somewhat awkwardly but smiling in return anyways, "You can just call me Abby, though," she added quietly, turning back to Finn and wondering why she was called here in the first place. She was so confused.

Tera|Propwash Junction
"... it's pretty late. 0800 or something..." Tera said, using the time format she'd been taught for practically her entire life. It'd taken her a while to learn that most vehicles told time in the 12-hour fashion, and even then she admittedly had gotten up early that morning for some reason. "If anyone's sleeping in, it's you," she joked a little, rolling over to the hangar door and pushing it open a crack, being greeted with the cool breeze of the morning, making her shiver slightly, as she was not used to weather like it this early in the year.

Foxtrot|Propwash Junction
Letting himself wake up a little more, glad he hadn't overslept even if he wasn't doing much today, Foxtrot realized that there were more vehicles at the Fill N' Fly than there were originally... including a rather cute-looking helicopter. While he didn't think females were objects to be won (he knew better after losing with just about every woman on the Flysenhower), he certainly still played the game. "Come here often?" he asked her, noticing that she was rather quiet for just landing. Breaking the ice was always a good start. "Haven't seen you around before... but I've only really been here a week."

Cecil|CIA Headquarters
The silver convertible drove into his dully-colored office... just another ordinary day. He was still hurting a little from his last mission, having broken his rear axle among other painful things while trying to get away from a villain that had stationed himself in the mountains. He kept reminding himself to watch where roads were going to end instead of just focusing on where the bad guy was... but in certain terrains he always forgot. The part about 'get out before you're killed' always flew over him for some reason or another. And he paid for it every time.

He turned on a computer, positioned on the wall and with trackpads on the floor just in front of it, opening his email and expecting a couple messages from a few agents he kept tabs on. When he wasn't in the field, he was determining whether agents needed more reinforcement and if everything was calm in his assigned area, which happened to be several small towns in Minnesota, including Cannon Falls. However, Agent Drehiem hadn't sent her report yet... normally it was in on time, or, occasionally, before it was due. The town she was stationed in wasn't the most active... he'd been considering requesting to pull her, but agencies everywhere had been on the alert for something going on within the state somewhere over the last couple days. He didn't have all the details, only truly being a field agent to begin with, but from the amount of tension radiating thoughout the building recently, he knew it had to be big.

He quickly sent a request to a superior to see the helicopter's current location via tracker, and within a few minutes of emails he found out that she was no longer in Cannon Falls... but Propwash Junction. The name sounded familiar... but he couldn't quite put a tire on it. Whatever reason she was there, though, couldn't be good, especially if no one had sent any orders, but then again he only saw what the system wanted him to see when he was stuck in the office, so he played it safe, sending another message requesting to send backup. Literally seconds after he sent it a reply appeared in his inbox.

Good luck.

[Dusty Crophopper]

((Perfectly all right Kanzu. I try to post at least once in the day, and give everyone else a chance to post before I get mine up. Also I think I've worked out the main plot for this RP, and it's going to be quite fun! Quite large too, but I don't think any of you would mind that. XD Also that's fine Thranduil. I don't care if a character physically resembles Finn XD Just update your bio page with whatever other characters you want to bring in and I'll add them ^^))

Dusty Crophoper - Propwash Junction

Dusty was a little surprised that this plane wasn't "big" on corn. He gave him an odd look, and thought to himself why had this fellow decided to fly out here then if not for the air show if he wasn't big on corn... which was surprise number two. He wasn't actually here for the air show, but to just check the place out? Certainly a random and out of the way town to do that but... oh wait... was he actually here for him?

Dusty's suspicions seemed to be confirmed by the plane's question of whether or not he was Dusty Crophopper, though doubly odd that he didn't sound... overly excited about it. Just who was this plane anyway? How had he made Dusty so soon? The firefighter wasn't exactly conspicuously marked or anything. Looking nervously off to the side and giving a shy smile, Dusty supposed it was inevitable at this point. "I... yes... yes I am." he confirmed, moving his eyes to look at Spray now. "I am Dusty Crophopper... the... air racer." he said modestly, as if it were no big deal. "Though I'm also our town's second firefighter!" he explained. "Which is why I don't really... look like a racer. So you are...?" he asked, figuring it was best to learn who everyone was, even if soon the town would be swarming with onlookers and guests anyway. The helicopter had meanwhile parked herself next to Jigsaw for now, so Dusty figured there'd be time to introduce himself to her in a bit.


Finn McMissile - CHROME Headquarters

Before Finn could get much out of the trainee, they were both interrupted by the arrival of Shadow Carlisle, an agent Finn knew rather well. "Ah! Agent Carlisle!" he greeted her with a smile and some formality, but only because they in were in the presence of a trainee. "Please take a row... this won't take too long." Gesturing with a tire, he reversed so he was once again in the center of the room (after having turned to greet Shadow), the Aston Martin hybrid facing them once more, a serious expression coming back to his face. "Right! Now then! It seems we've had something come up, and I'm afraid we need to utilize whoever's ready and available, which right now includes you, Trainee Tessari... excuse me, Abby!" Finn nodded in her direction, dipping his front a bit towards her; old habits were hard to break with him, as he'd accidentally not caught on about her name preference right away. "I'll address your question in just a moment, Abby." he reassured her.

"A short time ago, several disparate but somehow linked vehicles that have been flagged as 'threats' entered the United States from various airports. While they didn't arrive at the same time, they all booked flights for the same destination: Minneapolis." Finn began, looking the two of them over. "It's unusual in that these vehicles have never had a history of working together before, making this... odd to say the least. We've found several public events going on in the city and state today, and while we haven't been able to narrow down any potential targets... there are at least a few that are cause for concern. We're in contact with our American counterparts and are going to see if we can have some of these vehicles tailed when they leave the airport to see if they truly are heading for the same destination. This could be nothing... or this could be something big." he said. "It's our job to find out which! Well be heading to America forthwith to coordinate our efforts with the Americans and try to get to the bottom of this. Any questions?" he asked, looking from one to the other. "Oh and Traine... Abby!" Finn quickly corrected himself again. "I realize you might not be comfortable with taking the field just yet, but you've shown promise, and field agents are in short demand right now. Do you think you can handle this?" Finn inquired of her, turning his gaze to her. "To answer your previous question, we've got assignments elsewhere for our field agents, and you were available and recommended. What do you think?"

[Titanic X 21]

The black plane grinned a bit sheepishly. "The name's Spray Krane," he said, introducing himself. "Sorry but... To be honest I haven't really been in this area before, so I thought I'd swing by and see what was getting people so excited."

Then he studied Dusty a bit. He didn't seem like a big shot air racer. In fact, he seemed more humble about it than anything. "You know, for an air racer, you sure don't seem like the few I've run into over the years."

[Alfor]

(Okay! I'm still debating on Aeris [I'll note you about him] but I'll definitely add Raven and Lucas ^^)