Post Tenebras Veritas (Planes/Cars RP)

[Titanic X 21]

Horah grinned. "Nice to meet you as well. Though I must admit, being around a dragon is a first for me. And... Kind of intimidating to be honest." It wasn't easy to intimidate a plane of his size, but it could be done.

"So... Sorry about the other plane's behavior," he apologized, looking at Spray. "He has some trust issues I think."

"Hey!" Spray protested.

"Anyway, you were asking a ton of questions earlier. You wanted to know if I was a purebred? Well, to answer that, no. I'm half B-1 and half F-22," Horah explained. He grinned sheepishly and blushed a bit. "That explains my massive wingspan..."

[ShadowWolfCelica]

Shadow Carlisle

Shadow shook her hood a little, a smile forming at the memory of her first assignment, her fear of the flight forgotten for a few minutes. "Ohhh yes, how could I forget that.... really gave me a run for my money I can tell you. He made quite the convincing newbie. Of course, you would have to be, to test how I had developed.... but still.... i dont think I've. .. QUITE forgiven you for that!!!" She laughed lightly, raising a brow at Finn, though a smile still occupied her. "I hope that you don't get assigned that again, not sure how many agents CHROME can afford to traumatise!!" She added, laughing a bit harder now.

Her expression turned more serious when he started to talk about who was involved, looking to her wing mirror to see the list file through, her expression changing to a deep scowl as she saw a name she vaguely recognized. She waited until Finn had finished before pursing her lips slightly, a nod of her hood confirming her thoughts.
"Hmmm.... a Carlisle. I was hoping I'd seen the last of them" Shadow said slightly gravely, looking to Finn with concern. "No one of.. particular danger on their own. One of the.... henchmen more I'd say. Taking orders from above. So... that confirms what you just said" Shadow explained, looking back to her wing mirror. She knew that something like this would certainly have captured her attention anyway, regardless of what names popped up.

"I'm guessing our first call would be to find out if the Americans know something new by the time we get there. Background work. Find out what locals know i guess. Something like this.... we need to remain as hidden as possible." Shadow concluded, looking to Finn for either agreement or another idea.

Lightning McQueen Propwash Junction

Lightning smiled warmly at the plane again, nodding his hood. "Yes, Radiator Springs.... the view is incredible from the Wheel Well Hotel, It's totally worth checking out if you get the chance!" He responded, using his tires to express himself a bit. It was here he glanced at Mack, and then back to Dusty.
"Oh well, i was actually here for the air show, but thought I would high tail it down here before the crowds come out, you know, get a lil' head start, check out the scenery type thing." He added, glancing yet again to the cluster of planes in the background, and.... Some creature of some sort??
"I look forward to seeing your display, i must admit I'm a fan of your work. Racing is a real tough crowd, though you had everyone on the edge of our treads! It takes someone truly made of something to pull back the way you did" Lightning added, returning his gaze to Dusty.

[Dusty Crophopper]

((Perfectly fine Kanzu, since I'll be increasing my own stock as this RP goes along anyway. XD))

Dusty Crophopper - Propwash Junction - Tags: Lightning

Dusty smiled as he pictured it all here, just trying to envision this Wheel Well Motel for himself, and what the view could be like from there. Of course, being a plane, he could get quite the view from above anyway, as he could simply soar over the place and take it all in. "Yeah! Yeah I'll have to do that!" Dusty agreed, nodding eagerly. "Ah yeah! Getting here early is always recommended, especially with the kinds of crowds my air shows typically draw." Dusty confessed here. "But if you're here to check out the scenery, we've got plenty of that!" he assured the race car. "It's rather beautiful out here... and really nice if you like bluffs and fields that stretch on as far as you can see!"

Lightning complimented him then, and Dusty looked away, bashful as he always was whenever someone gave him praise. "Oh! Well... thanks it was... you know... I don't know if it's that big a deal... there's plenty of other planes with much more impressive records than my own. And hey! You for example have a much longer career than I do in racing, and you've won what now? Four Piston Cups? Five? See to me, that's impressive! You've got the trophies to prove it, and I'm well... just kind of starting out, you know?" Dusty finally glanced back at Lightning here, and blinked.

"Oh yeah! So this is my town! Uh there's not a whole lot to it, but we've got your gas station over there, for all your refueling needs! We've got a local restaurant on the outskirts, Honkers, which is kind of like a sports bar, and our motel, the Landing Zone, right over there!" Dusty leveled his wing in the direction of said motel. "Everything else is just either local shops or homes. But we are going to be setting up bleachers for the spectators very soon, so those will be kind of dominating the view until I take to the air." he chuckled here. "I'm really quite pleased someone as famous as you decided to come out and see me perform! I think you're the first really high-profile guest we've had at one of these things! So make yourself at home! I think you'll find we're very hospitable here!"

Oskar - Propwash Junction - Tags: Streak, Horah, Spray, Jigsaw

"Ah! Indian!" Oskar was in the process of replying. "That would've been my second guess! And you'll have to forgive me, I'm afraid I didn't introduce myself when you asked! I'm just so forgetful sometimes!" he apologized. "I'm Oskar... Oskar von..." But he was interrupted when Streak suddenly leaped onto Horah's back, causing the hybrid to cry out in shock. Oskar gasped, and readied his guns, but relaxed upon seeing no harm coming to the big plane. For the briefest of moments, adrenaline had coursed through the old rocket, and he'd been flashed back to all those years ago in the azure skies, racing towards Allied bombers and lining up his shots... but then it had left him... and he was back here, in rural Minnesota, surrounded by waves of corn and peaceful yet majestic bluffs. He sighed, relaxing visibly.

It seemed the dragon was quite taken with this new plane, and Oskar didn't want to interrupt, so instead he focused on settling into the dolly, which was a comfortable fit. No sooner had he been locked in did he suddenly feel mobile again, and he let out a cry of elation as he did a small turn on the pavement. "Haha! YES!" he exclaimed, beaming. "I can MOVE again! Wunderbar!" he crowed, doing three more circles just to demonstrate his point. He paused at the end of the final one, and realized he'd probably drawn attention to himself. "Uh... sorry!" he quickly apologized. "I just... I can move!" he said, giving out a laugh here.

Finn McMissile - En Route to the United States

Finn couldn't help but join in a laugh as well as Shadow reminisced about that time. "Hahahaha!" he guffawed, unable to help himself. "I think they can afford to traumatize quite a lot!" he declared, back to his usual, smiling self. "An-anyway!" he stammered, quieting down so Shadow could talk. He tensed up when she mentioned a Carlisle was involved... though it was no one particularly high in the qualifying order. As she outlined what they should be doing upon arrival, the Aston Martin nodded in approval, giving her a firm look. "Yes... absolutely! We are to maintain deep cover when we arrive! As far as we know, their target could be any number of public events taking place today in the state, so we'll infiltrate whatever gathering it is, pretend we're spectators, and try and find out what we can and prevent whatever may be taking place. We'll rendezvous with the Americans as well to find out any additional information. Oh and we should know their target by the time we land... chances are they'll be there by the time we enter the United States, so we'll have a better idea of what we're dealing with when we arrive." he explained.

"Also I don't think I need to remind either of you, but just in case, when you're under cover, it's best we don't use our actual names. My name is fine, since it may or may not be my actual name after all." he grinned knowingly at the two of them. "And I always go by it on missions. I may throw out a fake last name if anyone asks, but Finn is perfectly suitable for this assignment. I trust you've both come up with aliases for field work." He knew the academy would've already imparted that to Abby, so hopefully she had a few by now.

[adelphi prime.]

Streak and Rush - Ice Dragon and Corsair - Both Males - Propwash Junction, Tags: Oskar, Horah

Spreading his wings to compare his to Horah's, he flapped them a little. "Makes sense, I mean... you're huge!" Twisting his neck to sort of 'preen' his scales on his shoulder, he jumped at Oskar's voice and strong German accent. Pricking his ears, he smiled widely, his tail thumping against the asphalt at his joy. What horrible feeling it would be not to be able to move on your own on the ground! It would be worse than being unable to fly! "Great!" Streak shouted, "And don't apologize! Being stuck on the ground like that wouldn't be fun. I mean, it's just like having wings and not being able to fly."

"Except the scoundrel deserves just that." The voice was bitter, rough, and belonged to none other than Rush. The Corsair had finally showed up. "His kind," he growled, "destroyed my entire squadron with one blow. His kind are monsters, and I don't trust even one of them." He'd seen the German plane draw his guns at Streak, and even if it were instinct, it still showed his ways were still in the past -at least in Rush's mind. He was okay with younger Germans, especially those who were civilians, but he held a long lasting grudge towards any Germans of his time.

"Aww, come on, old pal," Streak said, walking up to Rush and patting his nose. The Corsair flinched at the patronizing action. "Oskar hasn't done anything, and he regrets his country's actions. Let it go." He looked at Oskar sincerely, "You should have heard his speech about it earlier."

Otter and Luka - F-18 and White Shepherd - Male and Female - Propwash Junction, MN - Tags: Nobody

A muddy brown fighter jet drove at a sluggish pace next to the road. He was far too slow at this pace to keep up with traffic, which was getting more and more congested at the moment. A dog leash was hooked onto his wing, with there being a small lever that allowed him to 'let go' of the leash at any given moment. Another mechanism allowed him to reel in or let out more leash. A good length of red fabric lead to a fastener on a white dog's collar. The canine was as white as snow, with fluffy but shorter fur - a White Shepherd. She walked with a spring in her step, brown eyes focused on the road ahead, while guiding the huge plane she was leading around. When she pulled her leash to the left, it told the plane to turn to the left as well, and the same but opposite action told him to turn right. If ever she needed to rest, she could lag behind his wing, where the fighter felt the leash rub up against it, telling him either to slow down, or if the movement made the leash completely taunt, stop. She sped up when he needed to, with equal but opposite actions. The dog wore a vest, which proclaimed her to be a therapy dog, or, rather, a seeing eye dog. Her name was Luka-Kaylee.

Her owner rolled with a hesitant demeanor, as if he were afraid of stumbling or tripping at each rotation of his wheel. His eyes were a green-grey, blank, with no emotion. Lifeless, in one word, was the way to describe them. They were blind to the world -seeing only a dark shadow in the abyss of nothingness. Delicate scars ran across his eyelids in the rare occasion that he blinked, black, twisted, and gruesome. He looked strong and powerful besides his blindness, or at least he had been. Before the accident that left his eyes unseeing, he'd been a real jerk to his fellow squadron mates in the Warhawks. He was a haughty jet humbled... and one who had never recovered. Now he was as harmless and as weak as a puppy dog. He wasn't here because of an airshow, no.... he couldn't even see it after all, but because he was trying to keep himself busy. He knew that if he locked himself away from the world he wouldn't stand a chance. In a way, it was his way of ignoring his crippled self.

[Titanic X 21]

Horah blinked his eyes and at once he knew where Oskar was coming from. He frowned a bit and moved closer, taking care to mind Streak. His sheer size was enough to intimidate most planes, and he hoped Rush would be one of them. He was still low to the ground, but this time he felt it warranted to show his full height. He extended his landing gear fully until he almost towered over the smaller Corsair. He was about three feet over the other plane's height.

"Look. I don't know what your problem is with Oskar, or his kind... But from what I can tell, he's not like those Nazi people who murdered!" he hissed, his blue eyes as hard as ice. "I've studied up on that war, and not many really believed in those ideals! In fact, I'm gonna go out on a wing here and say that Oskar never even believed in it himself! If anything, he seems a bit distraught at something! So I suggest you back off or you'll see why I'm not to be trifled with!"

He lowered himself back down to the ground and turned, but not before flicking his rudders in Rush's face.

Spray watched this in shock and disbelief. How could Horah just outright trust the German plane?! Was he nuts?!

((Horah is more open than Spray right now.))

[adelphi prime.]

Rush - Male - F4U Corsair - Propwash Junction, MN - Tags: Horah, Oskar

Rush was upset, and while under normal circumstances he might have backed down, the memory of Glendalecanal was one that flashed vibrantly before his eyes -along with the pain it had brought him. It fueled an anger stronger and more bitter than any jet fuel. "You may have studied it, but you didn't fight in it," he growled, eyes red with rage. "To dare defend one of our enemies! You should be ashamed! And hah! I'd like to see you fight me, soldier." He hissed the word with seething anger. "You know nothing about the war that killed the only family I had! You fool!"

[Dusty Crophopper]

((Oooh I like the fireworks going on now. XD I want to try an interesting exercise with your character, Kanzu. ^^ Hope you don't mind!))

Oskar - Propwash Junction - Tags: Rush, Streak, Horah

Oskar was all aglow as Streak seemed equally enthusiastic about Oskar's sudden ability to move. "Yes! Yes you can't imagine!" he said, grating his teeth a little as Streak reminded him of how... immobile he was. His left eye twitched again, but he didn't let it dampen his enthusiasm at finally getting onto the dolly. But then a new voice suddenly rattled his brain, and the Komet turned to face... a... an F4U CORSAIR! Hey! He might be a veteran from the Second World War... and probably was given his age! And yes! It was confirmed when the old plane stated that planes like Oskar's kind had wiped out his entire squadron.

Oskar's face fell at this, but he figured it might not be entirely false... but he couldn't be sure. But then Horah seemed to move in and defend him once more, and yet another argument broke out over the old war vet. But then Horah went so far as to flick his rudders right in Rush's face, like some pretentious plane who thought he was above the world, and that really got the old Corsair going. Rush practically exploded, his eyes blazing with rage as he told the younger Horah off. It sounded like a repeat of him and Spray all over again, and Oskar cringed, deciding to taxi in now before this got any worse.

"Please, please! Mein herrs... do not fight over this! I did not come here to spark another war! The war you refer to, good sir..." he looked in Rush's direction now. "Has been over for 70 years now. We are not enemies anymore... and have not been for 70 years. In fact, we may never have been technically speaking, since you fought in the Pacific and my kind was only in Germany." Oskar pointed out. "The big jet... is half-right. I did not fight for the more gruesome ideals of the Nazi Party. I wasn't even aware of what they were really doing during the war! I fought for my country because my grandfather had done so and had died in service to his nation, helping restore that nation to its former glory and importance in the world. There is... nothing wrong with what he did." Oskar stated simply. "And if there is anything wrong with what I did... I am not so different from yourself." he said, eyes searching Rush's now for some look of reassurance.

"In fact... I came here seeking planes like you. Veterans who fought in my war, and who... experienced things. It is part of my healing process... and though I was not aware of another Corsair in this town, you will suffice for what I seek. You see... as part of my process of healing... I share stories with other veterans... Americans mostly. Especially if they fought in my war. Please sir... please... would you... would you please hear what I have to say? And I would of course be willing to listen to your stories too! I know it's hard... and I receive a lot of rejections... but to those who agree to this... let me just tell you... it is always... always worth it. Can I... can I trouble you to do this?" Oskar asked hopefully, lowering his front a little in respect towards Rush. "Oh yes! And I am Oskar... Oskar von Scharnhorst! It is a pleasure to meet you, whatever you may think of me!" he introduced himself, raising a little here to at least meet Rush's gaze. He was terrible at remembering to introduce himself, so he was glad he at least got that out of the way this time!

Mystery Character - Propwash Junction - Tags: Otter

As Otter headed along the road towards the town, many paid him no mind, simply moving by him or slowing to a crawl as the line began forming even this early to see Dusty Crophopper and the air show. But the crunching of earth beneath wheels could be heard slowly moving up behind Otter. It stood out from all the honks, engine revs, squeaking brakes, beating helicopter blades, whirring plane props, and whining jet engines that could be heard from all the other onlookers heading towards Propwash.

"Hey there... you need any help?" The voice was beside Otter now, and was deeper, and radiated a subdued warmth that was helpful but at the same time reserved, perhaps in case the speaker was worried about being brushed off. "I see you've got a dog... but in case you need any extra help... I'd be willing to stay with you till we got you situated in town." was the offer now.

[DreamFluent]

((The suspense!! Sorry I've been so inactive lately... I was swamped with work... and it's after midnight right now, but I really wanted to write something, at least XD. I'll write the others tomorrow, I hope. I think I'll have less homework then, but, as what has happened this week, things can change.))
Abby|Traveling to the United States
As with just about anything else, Abby hadn't had too much experience using her own computer, save the training she'd been given, which would suffice for now. She had to wonder if she'd be using it a lot. As she looked at some of the files, she didn't even realize she was being given instructions until she caught the last couple words. "Er... Abby?" she said, confused, before she realized what Agent McMissile had meant. "Oh! Sophia... I picked that one a while ago," she corrected herself quickly, now more embarrassed than ever. She did have other names she'd be able to respond to realistically, but that was the one she liked most; the fact that it was her middle name helped her think that it was a real name, that she wasn't faking. Her acting still had a couple weak points in it, she knew that for sure.

[Titanic X 21]

Horah turned back to face Rush and looked him in the eye, letting Oskar speak. When he was done, he spoke, his voice low and clear. "I'm able to hold my own," he said lowly. "And don't forget who the bigger plane is here."

He then turned to face Oskar. "Sorry, but I believe that some planes just don't deserve to be treated like that. I should know. I've always been treated differently as well because of my size," he admitted finally. "Most tend to avoid me, thinking me to be a sort of...brute." He said that last word with a snort. "I'm anything but a brute."

Spray was shocked to say the least. Horah had been treated differently because of his size as well? But that did nothing to obscure his hatred for the German. He brushed his shock aside and approached the bigger jet, staying clear of his massive wings.

Inside, Spray was kind of scared of the damage he could possibly do to a smaller plane. But Horah was mindful of his presence and stayed low to the ground, but flicked his rudders again in a way that said back off towards Rush. He shot a glance at the Ice Dragon, hoping he'd help diffuse the situation.

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Off to the side, someone sneered as they watched through a pair of binoculars. The car chuckled a bit as they observed the ongoing argument. But the ones they had to be careful of at this point were the sleek black prop plane and the yellow chopper, although that massive fighter jet was also a possible problem due to his size alone. Having seen how big he was, the car shuddered a bit, but brushed it aside.

[adelphi prime.]

{Hey, you do what you want! It's the awesome thing about roleplay -anyone could throw a monkey wrench at you. You get to test your characters in ways you wouldn't think, and that's the fun part. And poor Otter is so unsure of himself, my poor boy.}

Rush - Male - F4U Corsair - Propwash Junction, MN - Tags: Horah, Oskar

Through all his blazing fury, Rush allowed the strange looking plane to speak. All he could think of was what happened to his squadron -to him. Everything he knew and loved had been ripped away from him, including his ability to fly for many, many years. It was nearly impossible to even consider the plane a friend, or even to believe what Oskar was saying was true, or even half true. What Oskar said was enough to soften his heart at least enough to hear him out. Under the bitter regret and anger, Rush wasn't a nasty plane at all, but still it was hard to find the plane he used to be -the plane before Glendalcanal. Streak had brought back some of his old self, but he still had issues with trust, and he still wasn't all that friendly to others.

When Oskar had finished, Rush remained silent for a good minute as a realization struck him -one he knew all along, but never cared to admit. He was trying to find blame for what he saw as a murdering, when in all reality, he blamed his squadron's death on himself. He was just trying to be rid of that heavy weight on his wings. Sighing, he said, "My time in the war is something I'd rather have forgotten than shared. But... for a cause such as the one you described, it can happen." He still didn't trust the plane -not one bit- but Streak seemed to, and Horah, even in all his crude ways, was defending him. It seemed that he was outnumbered. "This doesn't mean I trust you... or any German of your age."

Otter - Male - F-18 - Propwash Junction, MN - Tags: "Mystery Character"

Otter's ears were keen, and he'd paid much more attention to the noise around him now that he could not see. He felt Luka tug on his wing, and he stopped. Picking out the sound of wheels on earth, he figured that someone -he didn't know who- was either following him or curious. He'd gotten somewhat used to being an object of curiosity, and sometimes scorn. Even though he thought he was ready to hear a voice, he didn't expect it to come from directly to his starboard side, and he startled a little. "I..." the voice sounded kind, but there was no telling who the voice belonged to. "I'm okay... but... I mean..." He stuttered, always finding it incredibly hard to speak to someone when you only heard them. It was like some strange voice in your head, and although he knew it wasn't so, it felt like it. Luka wasn't warning him about anything, or making any noise, and he felt comforted by that. "That'd be kind of you, but..." He felt horrible making anyone go at his incredibly slow pace, but at the same time he feared going any faster. Flying was completely out of the question too, and although that didn't bother him nearly as much as it would most planes, he still felt like an outcast. "I am slower than a snail."