Post Tenebras Veritas (Planes/Cars RP)

[Titanic X 21]

Spray growled as he headed off, flicking his ailerons in a rude manner. He needed some time to be alone.

[ShadowWolfCelica]

Shadow kept quiet during the briefing, keeping her mind turning, thinking of tactics, scenarios, and outcomes, trying to see the best way to approach the situation. It was upon her noticing Finn's look before he left that she paused for a moment, turning to Abbey.
"Hey, you'll do fine, if Finn reckons you can do it, then you've got nothing to fear. We both know he's one of the best! I've had the pleasure of working with him for years, I can't see you being in better tires. Besides, we were all training once, you'll get used to it and become more confident with experience" Shadow reassured her, before flicking her gaze to the door.

"I best get going quickly too, see if there's anything that needs doing before hand. I'll see you at Sid's Hangar, you can't miss it!!" She said with a smile, before turning and leaving out the door, looking both ways briefly, and making her way to where she knew Finn would be. She moved with a rapid pace through the corridors, before she spotted the Aston Martin some way off. She made her way toward him and pulled up quietly, looking him over once.

"So...... How bad is this really then?" Her voice slightly grave, a worried glance checking him over.

[Alfor]

Jigsaw responded to the rude gesture with one of his own, before promptly ignoring him. If the kid wanted to act that way, so be it.

(I dunno why I made Jigsaw kinda protective of Oskar, but this interaction is hilarious XD)

[Dusty Crophopper]

((Yes do try and mind the rules of this forum. Breaking them can result in the thread getting locked, and I DON'T want that to happen! Just try and be mindful of that moving forward. And yes! I've been liking this tension. It's been pretty good, and now I'm wondering how Rush is going to be. XD))

Oskar - Propwash Junction

Oskar sighed and closed his eyes, slumping a little here at the display Spray was making. He didn't expect someone like him to understand. But he did appreciate that Jigsaw seemed to grasp what Oskar was driving at, and he did appreciate being stood up for as a veteran. He sincerely doubted Spray had ever served in combat before... and he probably had no inkling of what it was really like, nor any idea of the mentality of the times. Eugenics was a common thought process on everyone's mind back then... not just Germans. It was taught in every modern nation and was seen as scientific even. People didn't think the same way back then, but Spray couldn't know that as he didn't live in that time.

Still... Oskar would never defend his own country for what they had done. But he would certainly attack the fairy tale notion that it was a black and white war. His country was one of few to react the way it had, when other nations had not taken the same path but had been in the same situation. It was very... complex. "Thank you...." he said softly to Jigsaw and Streak. "You can... push me over to the station now. I just... I am used to this kind of reaction. I don't have many friends you can imagine... but the ones I do have... I am glad to have met them." he said, though his voice was tinged with sorrow.

Dusty - Propwash Junction

Dusty flinched as he saw Jigsaw and Spray kind of have a rather... awkward exchange. "Ouch..." he cringed, catching Spray's rather... heated and... darker words. "That was... um..." But Dusty was fairly at a loss for words to describe what he'd just witnessed. Spray was heading towards him and... was he crying? It looked like he was heading towards Dusty at first, but then he seemed to kind of stop, veer away, and head off in a new direction, heading perhaps behind the Fill N' Fly. "Uh..." he began, trying to catch Spray's attention as he moved by. "What was... that about?" he asked slowly, hoping Spray had heard him. By now, those getting their morning fill at the station were all staring at Spray, as he'd been the one seemingly kicking up the most fuss... and of course his word choice wasn't helping either.

Finn - CHROME Headquarters

Finn was just stopping off at stand that sold oil (CHROME's interior in this sector was almost like an airport, with vendors at various points along the path, all of course having security clearance to work here) when he sensed Shadow driving up behind him, and then heard her voice. He turned to regard her as the vendor began cranking out a nice pot of hot oil for him. His own face was grave too. "We aren't sure just yet... I for one suspect this could be something big... much bigger than anything we've seen in a long time. It could of course just be random coincidence but... I don't believe that even exists in our line of work." Finn said morbidly.

"Still... we're not going to be caught unprepared. We'll have backup from the Americans once we're over there. This just came at quite the bad time..." Finn stated, trailing off here. "Anyway..." He glanced at his pot that was pushed over to him. "Can I buy you one of these?" he inquired, smile returning to his features.

[ShadowWolfCelica]

Shadow Carlisle CHROME Headquarters

Shadow glanced at him for a moment, her mouth opening to say something, though at his offer, breathed out and smiled. She knew something had not been quite right, and as always, her gut feeling was right. She knew him too well for his own good. She caught on to his drifting, before nodding her hood a little.
"Well, if you insist Finn.... Can't say no to that!" She responded, pulling up further next to him. She settled on her tires a bit more, before twisting her tire a little. "So.... come at a bad time? Care to elaborate?" Shadow asked, deciding to be direct, her curiosity getting the better of her. She knew better than to ask as an agent on a potentially personal matter, but as a long time friend, she knew she stood better chance. Her tone reflected this, as she tried to peer at him a little.

Lightning McQueen Propwash Junction

The seemingly serene atmosphere that inhabited fields around Propwash was suddenly broken, the air charged with the sound of a heavy duty vehicle making its way slowly up the winding lanes. From a distance, it would seem that the truck was talking to himself, making remarks about the road ahead, and how dead it seemed. It would soon turn out to be that it was actually hauling a rather famous racecar, whom which seemed to be here for the same reason as everyone else, even though he was more of an expert on the ground if anything. The large red lorry pulled up near the outside of the town, parking the trailer and unhitching himself, driving back round to the rear. It was here, the ramp slowly lowered, revealing the bright red paintwork of Lightning McQueen himself. He slowly drove down the ramp, taking in a good eyeful of his surroundings.
"Wow.... the views incredible! Mack, You say this place is still off the map?" He asked, slightly in awe as he looked around a bit. Mack nodded his front. "Ahh yeah, though it's gaining some attention thanks to that Dusty Crophopper. He's the one you came to se right?"
Lightning nodded here, looking over to the small town just in front of them. "Say Mack, you dont reckon I'll get recognized much here do you? You know... just so i know what im dealing with...." Lightning asked as they finally entered the town, driving alongside the runway. "Well kid, i can't be sure, I willing to bet this town will get VERY busy soon, who knows who'll turn up!" Mack said with a smile. Lightning spotted several planes dotted around, though unsure as to who to approach, he stuck to the outsides, eagerly watching the activity around him.

[Titanic X 21]

Spray looked back at Dusty. His eyes were shimmering with a few tears, and he shuddered a bit, trying to keep himself from breaking down.

"Sorry... I... I just... I didn't mean to make such a fuss. I... Sorry. I just felt a bit upset," he said. "I... I can't understand why some people fought for a government like... like... that! And... I... I can't stand the mere thought of people who did that!"

Now he broke down crying, right in front of Dusty.

[Alfor]

(I kinda feel like Spray's being a drama queen XD
But his reaction is very interesting, he ignored a good part of Oskar's mini speech)

Jigsaw simply nodded and helped move Oskar to the station, "You're welcome." He stayed quiet for a while before adding, "you know, I was picked on a lot during the Vietnam War by fellow soldiers. Especially the much bigger jets. They thought I was useless because I was small and wasn't equipped with missiles." His expression seemed to sadden slightly at the mere thought. "I don't recall seeing more than a couple other P-51s fighting throughout the entire war. By then we had all moved on to jets and missiles instead of propeller planes and machine guns."

The P-51 shifted his attention to where Spray had disappeared, if only for a fraction of a second. "Don't mind the kid's words, he only hears what he wants to hear and blocks out all the rest," he stated with a slightly annoyed grunt. "I don't think he heard the part where you said you didn't support the Nazis."

[DreamFluent]

((Wow... I've missed a lot by not being on for a day... I'll try to be more active this weekend, I promise XD))

Abby|CHROME Headquarters|Tags: No one
"O-okay," she said, but the two other cars had already left. She didn't want to assume, but she was pretty sure they liked each other, or at the least were good friends. Not really having anything else to do, she took Finn's orders and started heading towards the hangars. Some of the corridors in the main building, while extravagant, were also twisting and turning, something that could easily get a car lost if they didn't have a GPS. When she finally made it outside and towards the line of hangars, the sheer number and size of them dwarfing her, she found number six and moved to drive in, but Siddeley was napping. She didn't know whether to disturb him or not... she didn't know much about planes at all.

Tera|Propwash Junction|Tags: Omega
"Sorry... I keep forgetting," Tera said, almost blushing a little in embarrassment, but not quite. She'd have to retrain herself to say time the standard way... she didn't care either way, but it was difficult for her to change. The fact that she was the one that had gotten Omega sick still stuck in the back of her mind... she tried to be as easy as she could on him after that, but she wasn't used to it in the least, and likely wasn't doing very well at it, either. She kept thinking back to when she'd first arrived in Propwash... she used the word arrived rather than the c-word just to try and make herself forget it. She was still trying to figure out certain things about flying that came naturally to her before. The noise that sounded like vehicles arguing filled the wind, the town otherwise quiet. "Sounds like there's something going on at the Fill N' Fly... what do you think it is?" she asked, hoping it was nothing and she could just go flying... for as long as she was allowed to, anyways.

Foxtrot|Propwash Junction|Tags: Blaze
The F-18 had backed off considerably once he realized Blaze was going to be snappy at him... but he was somewhat used to it at the same time. "Sorry... didn't mean to be cheesy. Can I get ya a can of oil or something to make it up?" he asked, hoping that maybe all wasn't lost. But then again, he'd lost too many times to not know that normally at this point he only annoyed girls--and everyone else-- all the more. Although... everyone seemed to be focused on the new plane that just arrived. Seemed like a decent argument to get involved in, but arguments weren't his strong suit, really.

Felix|Propwash Junction|Tags: No one
The Jaguar kept checking out the window on his home, which had a clear view of many of the shops, but not of the Fill N' Fly. From what he could tell, there was a whole group of aircraft at the store at the moment, but he wasn't sure. And he was out of oil, basically... he didn't have enough to make it through the week, and he had to if he was going to go unnoticed in the town during the Corn Fest. Clicking a button to open the door, he squinted as the bright light of the morning nearly blinded him. Just get in there and get out. Don't talk to anyone and don't analyze anything. You just need the supplies, he told himself, almost preparing for a frantic escape if anything went wrong.

Cecil|Travelling|Tags: No One
As he drove off to his next mission--seemingly to figure out why Blaze wasn't in the town she was supposed to be in--he occasionally received more information of whatever was causing the organization to be on alert. High-profile criminals, ones that weren't supposed to associate with each other, were gathering somewhere close to the airport in Minneapolis. But then again, they could be anywhere. And the region he was in was a prime area that was being monitored. And he was in the field. He loved his job... but he hoped this mission wouldn't end as poorly as all of his others had. He still hadn't fully recovered from the last accident.

[Alfor]

(I love the tension going on and the suspense omg | I really like Foxtrot for some reason xD)

[Dusty Crophopper]

Dusty Crophopper - Propwash Junction

"Uhhh..." Dusty hesitated here as Spray practically began sobbing in front of him. "Hey! I'm... I'm sure it'll be OK!" He tried reassuring the plane. "So... he's a... what?" Dusty asked, looking behind Spray as Oskar was pushed over to the station. "German veteran from the Second World War? And you take offense to that or something?" Dusty said, chewing on his lower lip here. "Huh... he looks like a... cool plane! Never seen that kind of make or model before! So... he uh... he's got you riled up because of who he fought for? Well I have to admit... I don't know... TOO much about the war, outside of what Skipper told me. But I do know enough at least that I understand why someone like him could be... controversial to say the least. But I mean... what kind of a plane is he, you know... personality wise?" Dusty inquired, looking at Spray here. "And why did he come here?" He waited to see if Spray would stop crying before doing anything further, as he didn't want to get too comforting in case it would embarrass Spray or cause him further unease.

"I mean I... I believe in giving everyone the benefit of the doubt... and well... I sincerely doubt he was a war criminal since well... I doubt he'd even be here would he?" Dusty asked, trying to think this through logically. "So I'm going to welcome him to Propwash Junction as I would anyone, and see what he's like. Though yeah... I think I understand why you'd be upset." Dusty sighed here, giving Spray a somewhat sympathetic look, despite his outburst just now. Dusty could see the approaching Lightning McQueen in his peripheral vision, but didn't think much of it at the moment, his brain not registering who that was, and those two were further from him than they were from Oskar, Jigsaw, and Streak, so he just chalked the both of them up to more out of towners who would be staying for the air show at present.

Oskar - Propwash Junction

Oskar gratefully thanked Jigsaw and Streak for pushing him over to the station, smiling again, even as he gazed out at the other denizens here, including Spray. "Thank you, my good herrs!" Oskar praised, relieved to finally be in a position to get some help. "Ah yes!" he replied to Jigsaw's statements about Spray. "Yes well... he couldn't possibly understand... not having lived through it. You are correct. I feel he's... only listening to what he wants to hear, and not what I'm actually saying." he sighed dejectedly here. "I fought for Germany... not for that group of civilians in power who tried to interfere with our military and run it themselves." the Me 163 pointed out here. "I never was a supporter of that kind of interloping! But I... I have to say I never knew the full extent of what they did! I was proud to be one of the few in existence like myself, and equally proud to have the distinguished role of being such a fast interceptor! I was proud to fight for a military that had such a proud history! But where do you go when you... find out what really happened?" he asked sadly now, face falling a bit here. "Find out about terrible lies that had taken place throughout... the war. Lies you wished weren't true but... are." he sighed again, pursing his lips and frowning a bit.

"Um... neither of you would happen to know if you sell rocket fuel here... would you? I know it's a bit of an odd request... but it's what I use to fly so... I can't just take regular fuel." Oskar pointed out, with a degree of embarrassment again. He noticed an approaching red race car and tractor trailer truck, but they seemed to kind of be hovering just outside the station, so he decided to give the two a nod, to acknowledge their presence.

Finn Mcissile - CHROME Headquarters

"Make that two!" Finn said to the vendor, who nodded at him and got to work on that right away. He began sipping his oil through the metal spout, sucking it in and savoring the flavor. "Well!" he began, wishing to explain the situation to her. "Most of our field agents are off busting up a considerable threat in Morocco right now! An arms smuggling ring is hosting a big conference there this weekend, and we're going to be conducting a sting operation to try and break them once for all! So this... just comes at a bad time I'm afraid." He took another long swig, frowning a little as he looked at her. "There are also other operations going on consecutively in Brazil and India, so we're a little short-staffed at present, unfortunately. But I'm just hoping my gut instincts about this are wrong... and that we won't be seeing anything too big cropping up here!" Finn stated gravely.

The vendor pushed Shadow's drink over to her now, and Finn nodded at her. "Right! Let's not keep Sid and Abby waiting, shall we?" he asked, taking the spout in his mouth so he could drink it while he drove.

Siddeley - Hanger 6
((Note: I'm not OFFICIALLY calling Sid, this is just so Abby has someone to interact with. XD He's still open.))

Sid was slumbering peacefully, a large smile on his face as he dozed, his forward body slumping a little as his nose gear sagged as he let out some soft snores. He wasn't yet aware that someone was in his hanger...