Post Tenebras Veritas (Planes/Cars RP)

[adelphi prime.]

{Sorry for delayed responses. I'm working on schoolwork.}

Streak - Male - Ice Dragon - Single - Propwash Junction, MN - Tags: Jigsaw, Oskar

Streak backed off a little, seeing that the strange vehicle was fearful of him. He was used to this reaction by now, especially since living in a town that was constantly gaining visitors. Shaking his wings slightly, he slowly approached the plane, this time with ears back and with a manner as calm as he could possibly manage. "I can push you, yeah." The plane was a lot smaller, and looked a lot lighter than Rush, and Streak had had to push or pull Rush places on several accounts, much to his annoyance. It seemed to be a characteristic of the Corsair breed, in his mind, that they were often times stubborn. "And I'm a dragon, a Lesser Ice Dragon, if you want to be exact. The name's Streak, yours?" He was already loosing his grip on calm, because when Streak was relaxed and in his usual mood -like now- he was often overflowing with constant energy, and could talk and talk until your nose cap fell off. "And if you ask me, you're not useless. I didn't see you flying, but if you're this immobile on land-" he didn't stop to think that the statement could be insulting "-you have got to be amazing in the sky."

[Titanic X 21]

Spray narrowed his eyes a bit dangerously at the old jet fighter. His accent was enough to prove he was German. But before he could make his move, he saw what looked like a lizard with wings touch down and he yelped a bit, backing up, but regained control of himself and blinked a bit. Now that he thought about it, he had heard rumors of a strange creature like this, and now that he was seeing it in person, he knew that the rumors were actually true. He heard them talking a bit and his frown deepened.

He took his chance and came closer to the old fighter. "You're a vet, huh?" he asked. "Fought in WWII for the Nazis?" He was guessing, but judging from his accent and make, he clearly had.

And Spray didn't like Nazi planes or vehicles for that matter. Especially after learning about what they had done and of how very few people had known of it.

[Alfor]

Jigsaw's gaze hardened ever so slightly at the hint of rudeness in Spray's voice, but otherwise said nothing. He usually remained silent unless someone was talking to him specifically.

(Writers block...sorry, I'm just kinda blah right now)

[Dusty Crophopper]

((That's OK... I've had to run out and do stuff myself. Plus it's such a beautiful day outside I kind of wanted an excuse just to drive my car. XD))

Oskar von Scharnhorst - Propwash Junction

"Ahh I see, Vietnam, of course, of course! My apologies." the Komet said, face falling a little, but still... he was a vet at least... so maybe he could still trade stories with this P-51, even if Oskar had very little knowledge of the Vietnam War himself. He seemed to freeze, his face contorting a little and wringing itself up as he mentioned that Oskar really should have landing gear. "Yes well... would be nice, wouldn't it? Unfortunately, my design doesn't permit such a thing, In order to maintain my aerodynamic form, landing gear was never considered when I... came into existence. Of course, there aren't many of my kind left anyway so... I suppose it's not a huge problem the world is looking to solve." Oskar said somewhat bitterly. "A-anyway!" he stammered here. "Thank you for your offer of assistance!"

Streak was the next to speak, also offering to help, for which Oskar smiled gratefully, his stress evaporating as quickly as it had come. "Thank you good sir!" he exclaimed, happy to be getting some assistance. He listened as Streak introduced himself as a Lesser Ice Dragon, whatever that was. Only legends had spoken of such things called dragons, giant mechanical creatures never proven to have existed. "Oh yes! Forgive me! Pleased to meet you Streak! I am... Oskar von Scharnhorst... a name that just rolls off your tongue, doesn't it?" The Komet chuckled here, shaking his front a little bit and sighing. "Heheh, you can just call me Oskar though. It's fine!" he insisted.

But his face seemed to contort and twist again as Streak mentioned how immobile he was on the ground. His left eye twitched a little here, and a choking sound emitted from his throat. "Mph! Yes...!" he said, a bit more strained this time, but he tried to quickly snap out of it. Streak did at least compliment him on how he must look in the air, and such a thing was true after all, and he nodded, forcing a smile to return to his face. "Aha! Yes! You would be right about that!" he managed to slightly wag his left wing at Streak here. "I am quite fast and maneuverable, though I may not give a very good impression of that on the ground! So! What's say we get me over to that station and see if one of your mechanics has a dolly in town so I can at least move around on my own!" Oskar insisted here, even as Spray rolled up to him.

"Yes... I am." Oskar confirmed Spray's first question rather rapidly. But the second question caught him a little off guard, as it was very blunt, and to the point. His face fell here, and a steely edge came over the small aircraft now. "Ahem!" he cleared his throat, fixing Spray with a hardened glare, almost as if he was correcting a child. "I fought for Germany in the Second World War. The Nazi Party just happened to be in power when I did so." he responded acidly.

Meanwhile, at the Fill N' Fly, Dusty was listening in as best he could to the conversation surrounding the German plane. Did he hear something about World War II, and Nazis? Dusty wanted to desperately head over there and find out, but he didn't think leaving Blaze alone with Foxtrot was a good idea. The inner nature of him said to not leave her to the F-18, so he hovered around the two, keeping his eyes on Foxtrot whilst keeping his ears peeled in the direction of the conversation.

[adelphi prime.]

Streak - Male - Ice Dragon - Single - Propwash Junction, MN - Tags: Jigsaw, Oskar, Spray

Streak turned around, hearing Spray, and instantly went on the defensive for Oskar's side. Spreading his wings and flapping them in a defensive posture, he glared at the newcomer. "Hey, cool it, will ya?" he hissed, "I don't know much, but I know a good plane when I see one." He snarled a little bit at the word 'good', directing it towards Spray. "And right now, first impressions aren't so hot for you." He shook his wings, then his tail and neck, as if to make a statement. Being somewhat dramatic, he puffed just a hint of frost into the black plane's face before turning around. "Rodger that, sir!" he said, making a swift salute with one arm and moving around back to push him. "I don't know what a 'dolly' is, though, so I don't know if we have one."

[Titanic X 21]

Spray winced at the frosty breath. "Sorry!" he muttered, turning back. "Damn k****..." He wasn't normally like this, but he had good reason: The Nazi vehicles had concealed their atrocities, and he hated anyone who denied it and tried to openly claim it was right.

He turned back to the others. "Sorry... I... I just hate anyone who fought for such a nutcase government during the war. The fact that they even made attempts to conceal such atrocities... And the fact they even did them in the first place..."

He shuddered a bit. "It's enough to make me sick to my stomach..."

((Spray will get to know Oskar as well, but for now, consider those two to be on edge! ))

[Dusty Crophopper]

((Totally fine. Can't have everyone getting along can we? XD))

Oskar - Propwash Junction

Oskar flinched as Streak came to his defense. He was a good... dragon (he couldn't well say vehicle could he?), but Oskar didn't want to see fights breaking out over him. He knew he came from a controversial background... but what could he do about that? He couldn't go back and change the past... no one could. It was over and done with. Spray seemed to back away, and mutter something that Oskar thought have picked up on, which caused him to pause, even as he felt Streak's hands on his vertical stabilizer. But then he heard what Spray said next, and it was something Oskar had heard time and time again.

It was here he decided to come to his own defense. He scowled heavily, and rolled his eyes with exasperation. "Oh please!" he huffed. "I have been hearing this rehashed over and over again, particularly in this country! It WASN'T as black and white as that! I can't expect someone as young as you to understand, but it did not occur the way you seem to think! It was not mere 'good vs. evil' thing it's been painted out as by the victors! There is NO excuse for what my country did! But need I remind you that we were a shattered nation with nothing to believe in after the First World War? A peace that was unjustly imposed on us gave us nothing! It was how we REACTED... that was what made the difference! And let me tell you... something you might not even know, given you didn't live in those times, but eugenics was practiced in EVERY modern nation in the early 20th Century, INCLUDING your United States! You think racism was something that was confined to MY nation? What about all your universities that taught it in the 1920s and 30s? What about the Japanese you interred in your prison camps, many of them who had NOTHING to do with their native country and had been living in the United States for several generations by that point? It's not as simple as you claim!" Oskar angrily reiterated, his voice rising now.

"We didn't all know about what was going on in our country! I am not going to defend the government of the time, it was inexcusable! But I'm sick and tired of hearing this fairy tale regurgitated by the likes of planes like you! Planes who never lived in that time and didn't experience what it was like! You don't have the same military culture we had! You didn't have to pay 9,000 marks just to buy a loaf of bread! There is more to this story than what you are presenting!" He was tapping the front of his skid on the ground to emphasize his speech pattern, which had become very rhythmic, almost sing-song in a scolding type of way. "You want to hate me for a generality? Go ahead! I'm used to it by now! It makes you no better than what others did back then! You have learned nothing from this past!" his eyes blazed here, his face was set like stone, and he appeared ready to take off if he could, but of course he couldn't.

"Bah! I... I shouldn't be going on about this! We shouldn't be fighting! I came here to make peace! Not to... bicker over a war that's been over for 70 years now! I understand if you hate me... but you should know that you don't have the full story!" He closed his eyes, finally seeming to sag here, and let out a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry..." he apologized to those around him. "This is something I'm very familiar with, as you can probably tell. You should... probably just push me to the station so I can get a dolly and go about my business. Oh and to answer your question, Herr Streak... a dolly it's a... wheeled cart... flat usually... that I can sit on and use to get around. It's usually what I do when I make my landings. I'm sorry for getting fired up... it's just so... tiring, hearing the same thing over and over again... I'm sure you can understand... maybe."

Over at the Fill N' Fly, Dusty just stared, wide-eyed. "Wow... I... wonder what happened there...?" he asked. "I didn't realize that we'd already have an argument before it even became 9 AM!" he commented uneasily. He wasn't sure who the old German plane was, or why he was so upset, but... Dusty at least believed in giving everyone the benefit of the doubt first... and he did want to hear who this old plane was and why he had come... but later perhaps... after everyone had had a chance to cool down!

[adelphi prime.]

Streak - Male - Ice Dragon - Propwash Junction, MN - Tags: Spray, Oskar, Jigsaw

Streak hadn't stepped away for even a moment, his jaw set in a scowl, but blue green eyes like ice towards both planes. He didn't say anything, but rather swept his tail over his back talons and sat there, waiting the argument out. So many times he had listened to similar sounding rantings, although less critical. This argument, Streak thought, was much like his own when it came to the war that he had accidentally left -not that he wanted to fight in it anyway. The dragon let his mind wander a bit, back to his family... his friends back home... no... that was not his home. The land he had been swept away from by chance was torn apart by war, and no dragon could take even two steps without getting into a fight. The whole thing was between two sides who hated each other, and more and more dragons were constantly taken in, only to fight and die over something that everyone had forgotten.

If he were honest, Streak didn't pick up a word Oskar was saying, precisely, just understanding the underlying message. When Oskar spoke to him again, he jumped a little, swinging his neck to look at the vehicle. Streak gave a look of understanding, brushing one wing lightly over the plane's cockpit. "Believe me, I know," he said, then folding his wings again behind his back. I've been called and treated like a monster... he thought, suddenly very serious and very calm, but I'm not one... Even back in the place where Streak had come from, most of his species were scorned, being called killers and murderers. Any dragon like him was up for grabs to be killed no matter whose side one was on. He'd had blood on his talons more than once because survival required it. The whole world was tipped topsy-turvy in war, and certain rules no longer applied. Streak knew that well... even if he had never shown the soldier within himself.

[Titanic X 21]

Spray growled at his words. "You think I don't know that?!" he barked. "I'm just angry that those b******** did such things to begin with! My grandfather fought in the war and you know what he said? 'We may have made mistakes, but at least we didn't kill innocent vehicles all because of religious affiliation or creed!' That was what pissed him off!"

His brown eyes were filled with an emotion that could only be described as... sadness. "And you know what? I..." He tried to keep in his sobs, but it was hard. He felt a bit upset to be honest. "That was such a stupid thing to do... Killing all because of blaming one religion..."

Memories came surging back and he shivered a bit, remembering his home before... before that day...

"And... I just can't stand anyone who fought for such ridiculous ideals..." He turned and headed off towards Dusty, tears now forming in his brown eyes.

[Alfor]

(heyheyhey the b word needs to be starred out. Child friendly site)

"Not all the soldiers fought for such ideals, some were forced to fight out of fear," Jigsaw stated. His parents weren't very biased towards the Germans, they were kind planes that always found out a reason behind everyone's actions, so he grew up thinking that way as well...mostly. He then said something he normally wouldn't say, "this argument is over. If you wish to be rude towards a VETERAN, shut yer trap. You don't know what he's been through!" Normally he wasn't snappy but Spray was being downright disrespectful. Oskar didn't do anything to Spray specifically so why should the little Komet be the target of his sorrow and anger?

"If you want to pick a fight with him for who he is, then y'all have to get through me first," Jigsaw practically snarled. He knew he was acting out of character but at the moment he didn't care. Nobody would be harassed for who they were on his watch. They weren't going to suffer the same way he did.