Post Tenebras Veritas (Planes/Cars RP)

[Alfor]

Jigsaw stayed quiet, though he was obviously glaring at Rush for freaking out. He didn't approve of how racist and discriminating Rush was being towards Oskar. The P-51 was starting to become very uncomfortable with all the yelling and fighting. "ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!" He finally snapped, voice cracking towards the end of his shout. "Rush you never even met Oskar 70 years ago, he's not the one that attacked your family. He's not even responsible for starting the war or Nazi Party, so stop blaming the entire thing on one plane! Thats like blaming me for the existence of the Vietnam War!"

The Mustang paused for a moment before becoming much quieter. "I just want all this fighting to stop. He didn't choose to be German. Just like we didn't choose to be American. Blaming him simply because of his heritage for something that happened almost a century ago...I don't even know what to say." He looked like he really wanted to leave and hide back in his hanger, but he didn't want to leave Oskar by himself either.

(I think we broke half the characters lol)

[Dusty Crophopper]

((Yep! That's why I love RPing! You never know what might happen! And well it's been fun breaking them. XD))

Oskar - Propwash Junction - Horah, Rush, Streak, Spray

Oskar felt himself cheering up as Rush admitted that yes, he'd actually like to do that, even if he didn't trust the Komet. No complaints there, he would have to admit. "Oh thank you! Thank you!" he exclaimed happily, smiling. "Yes I don't think you'll regret this! I find it helps me come to terms with my past and what I did... what I saw... but also it helps the ones I do this with as well... helps ease their pain or accept that their past is not something to fear or regret... thank you so much!"

He was interrupted then by Jigsaw, and Oskar cringed, closing his eyes and seeming to shrivel up, wilting like a dying flower in the blazing sun with no water. "Yes... yes..." He whispered under his breath, reopening his eyes when Jigsaw finished defending him. "All good points! We shouldn't be hating each other for something that ended a long time ago and killed many. I can not help the circumstances I was born into... neither can you. We had to live through it due to our time period, and... I was no more responsible for that conflict than you were. So... thank you once again for agreeing to do this. Tell me, good sir... is there a place you'd feel most comfortable talking to me?" Oskar inquired, bringing himself up a bit higher here to meet Rush's gaze.

"Here you are!" Dottie's voice from behind the Komet caused him to jump, and she pushed a tank of rocket fuel up to him. "Look what I managed to dredge up!"

"Oh yes! Danke, fraulein! Thank you so much!" Oskar exclaimed happily. Dottie inserted the nozzle and got to work pumping the fuel into his body, the Me 163 settling down contentedly as she did so.

Mystery Character - Outside Propwash Junction - Tags: Otter

"Oh no worries on that! I'm in no rush! You just take your time!" the voice reassured the F-18. "I mean heck! It's a nice day, the air show doesn't start for hours, we've got time! I'd be more than happy to help you avoid those rocks and such since you're off the road. That's why I noticed you after all. I asked myself why isn't this guy flying? But then I noticed the dog... don't mean to pry but you look like a vet. You uh... you lose your sight in the war?" he asked slowly. "If that's too personal you don't have to answer that... because believe me... I know personal." The voice had fallen just a tad at the end there, and was that... regret flecking the voice?

Finn McMissile - En Route to the United States

Finn caught Abby's mistake, and couldn't help but grin here and laugh. "Haha! So Abby... or Sophia... I think... you need to relax!" He stressed, offering her a wide smile. "Stressing yourself out on your first field assignment is natural, but it will only decrease your capabilities in the field. Just... unwind... it'll be hours before we get there... so settle down, read your favorite book, listen to your favorite music, or look out the window. It's going to be OK, all right? Agent Shadow and myself are both very experienced field operatives, and we're here to help." He assured her, spreading his front wheels outward to try and show her to just ease herself up a bit. "In fact I could even have Sid play something in the cabin if you had a particular artist or tune in mind, since I don't care and I'm sure Agent Shadow wouldn't mind either, right Agent Shadow? A little something to help our trainee unwind from her stress and nerves?" Finn looked over at the Celica here.

[Titanic X 21]

Horah felt a bit better knowing now that the fighting was over. He shot a glance at Dottie, wondering if he should ask for some fuel himself. His tanks were a bit on the empty side, and it didn't help much that he needed more than a normal F-22. He shifted a bit.

"Um... Dottie, right? You have any fuel for me?" he asked softly. He made sure to not bump her or Oskar with his wings.

Spray snorted, but kept his comments to himself. Even so, he looked back, and his eyes widened as he spotted something in the shadows of one of the hangars. His brown eyes narrowed as he began to move closer to the shadows.

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The shape perked up as the black plane began to move closer towards the spot. Thinking fast, the vehicle slipped back, but not before throwing a flash-bang grenade, catching the attention of the other vehicles there and bolting under the cover of the flash.

[adelphi prime.]

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

Rush glared at the fellow veteran, Jigsaw, when he received a second scolding. He held back a few nasty replies, a few things he'd like to point out -one being that he wasn't blaming everything on one plane, but on many. Instead, he flat out ignored Horah, besides cringing at his last words. The bloody war was long over, and yet it was on his mind day after day, unable to embrace it and unable to let it go. Staring back at Oskar, he shifted a little. "Not here," he sighed, "I don't need attention or my past being gossiped across the town." He paused for a moment to think. "I don't know how well you are at flying, but it would be easier for me to talk in the air -where there's less of a crowd." Of course, the airport was already packed with aircraft, but it was the only place Rush could think of that he'd even consider sharing his past.

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

Otter smiled a little, clicking his tough to beckon Luka forward to guide him. "Well, thanks." His smile faltered a bit at the vehicles' question, but not because of what had happened, but what he was now. "I never actually did any fighting," he said almost sadly, "but I was on a patrol and... well... It was storming and I was extremely low on fuel. I came in too hot, missed the line, swerved and managed to run into another of my squadron before I slipped off the deck." He hated that the last thing he had seen was that of the frightened faces of his squadronmates. "My name's Jacob, by the way, but everyone calls me Otter. This here is Luka, he said, lowering his nose a bit to gesture towards the white dog trotting just ahead of his wing. "Luka-Kaylee."

[Dusty Crophopper]

Oskar - Propwash Junction - Tags: Rush

Oskar brightened upon hearing Rush's suggestion. In the air? That was an interesting idea! He hadn't thought of talking up in the skies. "Oooh ja, ja! I understand! Now just know this... I have extremely limited flight time. My rocket can only carry me about 25 miles before it runs out of fuel. However, I can glide rather proficiently, and I'm more a glider than a rocket really. If I use my rocket sparingly, I can glide for extended periods of time, particularly at higher altitudes! Now that means I'm going to be slower than you until I actually ignite my rocket, at which point I'll be zooming past, but provided you're OK with say circling around me as I glide and radioing to me, we could do that!" the Komet declared. "Just let me finish fueling and then..." Oskar was interrupted by a loud bang somewhere behind him, causing him to jump, his eyes widening and his heart racing as he readied his guns again.

His eyes darted from left to right, panic rising as he tried to turn to see what was going on... but there was nothing to be seen. "What... what in the...?" he asked, gasping as he started to relax, but not fully.

"Probably just some idiot setting off a firecracker in town or something." Dottie sighed, and rolled her eyes. "We get our share of loonies at these air shows too, but fortunately, we band together as a community to keep them under control."

"Ohhh! I see!" Oskar replied, eyes still frantically searching for the source of that noise. "I see... hahah!" He gave off a nervous laugh. He could see some smoke rising in the distance... maybe it had been a firecracker.

"Well... you're all set to go!" Dottie said, removing the nozzle from his tank.

"Wunderbar! Why don't you lead the way, Herr... uh... I don't think I got your name." Oskar said bashfully. "If you take off first, I'll be zooming by you and climbing, then I'll cut my engine and you can catch up... OK?" he asked, making sure that would be OK with the old plane.

Mystery Character - Outside Propwash Junction - Tags: Otter

If Otter listened, he'd hear his mystery benefactor inhale sharpy at the mention of the accident that had left the F-18 blinded and damaged. It seemed that story affected him in some way given the heavy nature of his voice. "I... I see..." he trailed off here, his voice tinged with sorrow. "Huh... hey uh look... accidents... they... they happen to all of us, OK? I didn't... I mean it's nothing to be ashamed of, OK? Even the best fliers can... can wind up in wrecks." The voice was wavering, apparently trying to control itself as it sounded on the verge of breaking. "You're lucky you survived..."

He paused here as introductions were tossed his way. "Hey uh... got a rock jutting up in front of you." he said. "Turn to the right a little bit. Not too far though... make it 45 degrees and you'll be good. Hello Luka." the warmth was back to the voice now as it addressed the dog. "And pleasure to meet you, Otter! Why do you go by that name anyway?" he asked. "The name's Blade by the way... Blade Ranger." He introduced himself. By now, Otter could feel himself heading up an incline... they were starting to enter the town proper.

Dusty Crophopper - Propwash Junction - Tags: Lightning, Spray

Dusty jumped forward, almost colliding with Lightning at the loud bang from behind him. "Ho!" he gasped, whirling around. "What... what was that?" There was no sign of smoke or fire so... but wait! Over by Spray... there was some light gray smoke... but no real sign of a fire. It was starting to disperse in the wind, and Dusty narrowed his eyes, trying to see. "Hey!" He called over to Spray. "What was that?" It was probably nothing... it had sounded like a firecracker of some kind... but just in case, Dusty had to be ready if a fire somehow broke out from someone's irresponsibility...

[DreamFluent]

((Alright... next part of that last post, and hopefully I won't be as spacey with this XD. Spring break starts tomorrow at 11:30... less than 12 hours(!!!), so I hope I'll be able to write the rest of it tomorrow sometime. Sorry this is so sporadic... it happens sometimes with me.))

Tera|Propwash Junction
Her prop twitched slightly at the mere thought of flying... there wasn't a doubt in her mind, that it was the first thing--and, if she got her way, only thing--on her agenda. Sometimes it was nice being around Omega, but other times it was annoying for that exact reason. "Hey, I've already gotten them ripped off once. A second time couldn't be that bad," she joked back, though only slightly. The true horror to her would lie in getting them put back on afterwards, even if the event itself was just an empty threat. She'd had so many minor accidents in the past couple weeks she'd lost track, but every time she'd somehow managed to evade anything involving major repairs, or, for that matter, just about any repairs at all after the crash that had brought her to Propwash in the first place; almost two full days at the mercy of Dottie was enough for her. So much that she'd learned to recover easily from bad landings and such, not even fully adjusted to her new wings yet. She'd been incredibly lucky to only have had to go in once for such events after her initial accident, twice if one counted a successful escape attempt the first time around. "Tag along if you want... or can," she challenged Omega in return, somewhat hoping to have someone to fly with rather than being alone, as she normally was. She didn't care either way, though. Flying with others was fun when she got the chance... but flying alone meant total freedom, provided she didn't run into anyone else by accident.

Foxtrot|Propwash Junction
"Well, it would make me feel better," the F-18 replied, getting two oils and giving one of them to the helicopter as he'd said before, noticing that it seemed that she wasn't used to flirting like what he'd done... normally he didn't think about it, but normally he was rejected. Maybe if they were just friends...? But that would mean the friendzone, and sentencing him to yet another failure. "I'm guessing you're from here?" he asked, "Not Propwash... but Minnesota?" Already he could tell he wasn't on his game. Oh well.

[ShadowWolfCelica]

Lightning McQueen: Propwash Junction Tags: Dusty

Lightning was about to respond to Dusty, leaning to the side on his tires a little, before he too heard the loud bang. It made him freeze on his tires and his oil run cold for a moment. Ever since the that insomnia inducing time in England, with Professor Zundapps plan to kill him off, Lightning had become slightly more paranoid. Sure, he had his friends around to help and protect him if need be, or to turn to, but that didn't stop the paranoia. Even now as he froze, his mind raced back, the dreaded memories floating back, despite his best efforts to keep them at bay.

"What was that?" He almost yelped, reversing back some, pushing himself up slightly. He noticed how jumpy he was being, scanning the scene before him, seeing the smoke, but nothing else.


Shadow Carlisle Tags: Finn, Abbey

Shadow watched the interactions between the two agents before her, nodding in agreement. "Oh yes, i mean, we all have our ways to relax. I don't mind if you need something to calm yourself. I'm used to trying to calm myself, of course that gets better with experience. But me and Finn-Or Agent McMissile rather, we're here to help you too!" Shadow assured her, giving a wink to Finn at using his agent name, soemthing she knew he didn't like.
"On that note, once we hit the the runway, i can be refered to as Araminta Wheelson, though can be called Mint, for short" Shadow added, thinking back to her own fake name that she used quite often. She had a few others, though this was always her default name, as it had much more research behind it.

"I also think it's important that you can express multiple personalities, that's a big part of what we do. You need to.... keep it consistent, and try to become someone else for a bit. If there wasn't the element of that fact we are there to do a job, it's actually pretty fun!!"




((I'm thinking of bringing in Senka? Her winged version? I reckon her and Streak would get on really well anyway, as well as add another creature. Thoughts?))

[Alfor]

(just lettibg you know that I may be inactive due to traveling)

Jigsaw jumped when he heard a sudden bang, instinctively deawing his guns as well. He scanned the area nervously. When Dottie stated it was provably a firecracker, he hesitated to put his guns away. The bang sounded off to him...like some kind of grenade rather than a firecracker. He didn't voice this thought, not wanting anyone to freak out.

[Dusty Crophopper]

((Same goes for me as well everyone, in case you didn't see my DA message. I am shadowing a tour until Tuesday, so posting time is going to be extremely limited; probably reduced to sometime at night when I'm back at the hotel. Today should be fine though, as I'll be at the hotel for hours waiting for my group to arrive. But Saturday until Tuesday expect limited posts from me.))

Dusty Crophopper - Propwash Junction - Tags: Lightning

Dusty caught sight of Lightning's nervous reaction out of the corner of his eye, and he trained his gaze in the car's direction, noting he seemed to be a little more... nervous than what Dusty figured was usual about what was going on. His voice was... strained to say the least. Fearful even. "Hey!" he exclaimed, half-turning to face him so that his other side could be listening for Spray's response. "You uh... you OK?" he asked. "You seem a little... I dunno... upset. I'm sure it's OK! It sounded like a firecracker or something to me! I just wanted to make sure we didn't have some bozos setting fire to a building or something with their antics!" Dusty reassured him. "I'm sure it's fine!"

[Titanic X 21]

Spray looked back at Dusty. "No idea, but whatever it was, it just -" He was cut off by Horah as he rolled closer, his deep blue eyes hard as he studied it.

"That was a flashbang grenade," the big jet said softly. "Someone was watching us... And no doubt used it to cover their escape."

He looked back at the group. "We'd better be ready for anything unexpected."