Post Tenebras Veritas (Planes/Cars RP)

[ZAFTPrime]

Doc - Lightning

Doc winced at the tone from Lightning. Yep, the kid was mad... He sighed as he looked down. "I...I know...I...I'm sorry, kid. But...I didn't really had much of a say in that. The FBI insisted that I not reveal myself. Believe me, I wanted to, rookie. I really did..." He murmured.

Looking back at him, Doc didn't need to be a mind reader to tell that the red racer was pissed at him. "I didn't let you know I was still alive because the FBI recruited me and decided to make me an agent. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't say no because they had valid points for me being an agent for them, namely being able to protect you, kid. I..." He trailed off before he sighed again. "I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you..." Doc knew what he had done was almost unforgivable, but the kid deserved to know at least. "I just wish I had been able to help you during the Allinol case..."

The older racecar was feeling upset that he couldn't do much of anything during that time, but also because the kid was mad at him. "I...I know it must be hard to have me here now, but please understand me when I say I didn't want to deceive you guys like that...especially you, kiddo..."

Doc didn't expect the red racer to forgive him any time soon. "If you don't want to forgive me, I understand. But...just accept my apology for deceiving you like that." He didn't even bother to hide the hurt in his voice.

[Lance-McClain]

{I'm an awful RPer... recap?}

[Dusty Crophopper]

((No recap necessary: we're all still off in our groups reacting to the appearance of the second moon in the sky, which is a red one that appeared close to the regular one, if you didn't get that before.))

Dusty - Tags: Shadow

"Well... all right. I'll take you at your word." Dusty nodded, giving her a smile, which widened as she suggested a race; a little one, of course. "A race?" he asked here, smiling in a slightly lopsided fashion that betrayed his exuberance for the idea. "You and me, eh? You do realize you're dealing with a professional racer, right?" he inquired, eyes lighting up at the prospect. "Heh.. all right... I never DID get to finish that stunt show after all, and I'll be making it easy on you, since I'll be racing with a handicap... my pontoons." He lifted one slightly and wiggled it for her to see. "They tend to slow me down... and I can't go as fast with them on... but I'm still pretty darn fast if you want to see." He winked at her here, feeling a thrill at the prospect of a challenge.

"Let me just... get to the runway. You know this area?" he asked her as he began rolling to the airstrip. "Where would you like to race to? Does that bluff in the distance work? To it and back? Also I should probably tell you, I hope even as a fancy spy car you can go faster than any car I know... since... I know I travel faster than any car when racing. Like over 300 mph type fast... and I know there aren't many cars that can reach that type of speed... so... want me to dial it back a little?" he queried her, still smiling. He knew most super-speedway cars could go around 220 mph, but normal vehicles couldn't hope to achieve that.

Finn - Tags: Aeris, Doc, Lightning

"I don't think he'll attempt anything." Finn informed Doc. "Look he may be... crazy, but he's not impulsive, or stupid. He was able to maintain himself quite well in society after all before he was revealed to be the car he was. He does everything for a reason, and I don't think he'd just lash out and attack anyone... he knows the consequences if he attempts something like that; he'll be fine. Just don't do anything to antagonize him and we'll all get along... I hope..." He muttered that last part.

He then let Doc speak with Lightning, who had finally come around from his fainting spell. Turning to his son, who kind of meekly agreed they should have dinner together, Finn nodded, trying to encourage him with a smile. "Good! We'll uh... look into the local places soon. Oh wait... you didn't mention if you were from here or not. You know the area? Any place you'd want to take your old pops to?" he asked here, chuckling now at the term. Pops... he was a dad... he just hadn't felt like one in a long... long time.

[Alfor]

Aeris made a shrugging motion, shaking his hood no. "I'm not very familiar with this area." Then again, he wasn't familiar with most places, he never stayed in one location for very long after he was able to escape from the prison he was forced to call 'home.' The smaller Martin wondered if his foster parents were possibly looking for him, but shook off the thought. Its not like they cared much about him anyway, why should he care about them?

He felt awkward, not really knowing what else to do or say.

[ZAFTPrime]

Doc - Spray, Finn, Aeris, Streak, Lightning, Aero

Doc nodded at Finn's words, even if he hadn't been hearing them very much. He hoped that Lightning would find some way of forgiving him, even if it wasn't right away. Turning away from the red racecar, Doc looked back at Finn, who was now talking with his son. The younger Aston Martin looked a bit nervous for some reason, and he couldn't help but wonder why.

"Is something wrong, kid?" He asked as he looked at Aeris. As far as Doc knew, Finn had always been around Aeris, so why was the younger car looking unsure of what to do next?

[ShadowWolfCelica]

Shadow Tags: Dusty

The Celica raised a brow as she contemplated where to race to, and as she listened to him talk. It was nice to see a proper smile on his face. She smirked as he hoped she was faster, having to admit, she didn't like the look of her chances, despite her extra speed.
"Oooh well that's somethign that needs to be settled my friend..... I'm pretty sure I can handle a lil proppie like you!" She teased here, looking to his pontoons. "Besides, with these holding you back, you dont stand much of a chance!" She joked here, giving them a tap. It was here that she slowly drove forward, giving her engine a few loud revs to clear her engine as she made her way toward the airstrip. She passed all the smaller groups, looking to the members each in turn.

She looked over to the bluff he was meaning and nodded approvingingly. "Yes, I'd have to agree with that.... and I'll have you know.... my organization have cranked me up to the maximum speed and the most aerodynamic..... I'm the most streamline Celica you'll ever meet!" She said here, her engine purring. "You'll be sorry you challanged me!" She chuckled here.

[ZAFTPrime]

Doc - sort of Shadow, Dusty, Aeris

Doc perked up as he heard an engine rev a few times. Looking back, he could see a smaller black Celica and a red, white, and black plane nearby. It was obvious to him they were going to race. The Hornet tried to ignore it and looked away, but he could feel the familiar urge to race within him. Doc managed to get his feeling of wanting to race under control, but it was still there.

He sighed. Memories of racing against Lightning came back to him at the sight of the two. What he would give to have that feeling again...

[adelphi prime.]

{Sorry 'gain guys! Like I said, weekends are busy for me.

...This is really fun for me; to expand on Streak's culture and instincts is a good workout for me. Makes him more of a dragon than a vehicle habit wise, which he does need.}

Streak - Tags: Aeris, Finn, Doc, Lightning

Streak had been listening thoughtfully to the conversation, and butted in here, clearing his throat to get their attention. "I know some places around here... it's not too big of a town, but we have our pride in what we do have." There was a thought in the back of his mind that told him that if he came along it'd be rude, as he thought that perhaps Finn wanted to get to know his son alone. At the same time, Streak felt protective over Aeris, and part of him screamed "I SAW HIM FIRST" and "MINE". The dragon knew very well that these were instincts he'd had before. In his culture, dragons wouldn't mate for life and had a strange custom regarding eggs -at least he was sure it'd be strange to the citizens here. Female dragons would protect the eggs until they hatched, and about a week after would take off and go, leaving her mate to raise the hatchlings. Streak had only taken care of two hatchlings, and not his own, after their father had died in the war and their mother could not be found -and probably would have refused to take them anyway.

He couldn't help but to veiw Aeris as a hatchling, and it was incredibly normal for a dragon of his species to claim young animals or other dragons as 'their own' if they didn't have their own young to care for. Streak hadn't been exposed to very many young cars, planes, or other vehicles for a long time, and now the instinct was twice as strong.

Rush - Tags: Oskar, Skipper, Shinn

Rush took the que and spoke, "How 'bout it's on me instead? Oskar, you've done enough for this town in fighting for us... while I decided to flee." He himself couldn't even think of putting anything in his tank at the moment. It was churning with anxiety, and he knew he wasn't going to get anything down his throat.

Otter - Tags: Blade

Otter blushed, smiling a little. "Oh... yeah, I suppose so. She, uh, views me more as a little brother than anything, though. I don't think she'd ever fall for me. Her name's Skila... never allowed her call sign to become her nickname. I gotta say she was a beautiful fighter." His voice dropped a bit as he realized for the first time that he'd never be able to see her face again... or perhaps even hear her voice. Not now that he was far from the ship and the squadron, and with anything being able to happen to her or to himself... he shoved the thought away, and tried to focus on the positive.

[Dusty Crophopper]

((Perfectly fine! I needed to take most of the day myself to just unwind from my lengthy tour and get ready for the next one in like... three days! XD And well I'm glad you're really able to develop Streak. That's pretty awesome! ))

Finn - Tags: Aeris, Streak

"Ah well... we'll figure it out." Finn reassured his son. He looked over to Streak here, as the dragon said he actually knew some places around here he could take pride in. "Well then! Why don't you point out a few and make some recommendations! I've come to appreciate cuisines of many varieties and types, so if you had a particular recommendation, I'd love to hear it!" Finn had no idea of Streak's protective nature coming to the fore, and remained blissfully ignorant of that as he saw a jet starting to wheel around and apparently line up for a landing at Propwash soon. It was waved off though, as Dusty Crophopper was currently on the runway preparing for takeoff, so it had to enter a holding pattern for now.

"He's already here..." Finn murmured, eyeing the plane darkly as it circled. "Great... just what I need. I wonder if Agent Carlisle can watch him for now... or if I can just leave him with his security detail..." He only hoped that Miles wouldn't be the target of multiple attacks... he wasn't by far the most popular vehicle in the world, and he'd have many enemies both in and out of prison, making guarding him a dangerous and risky proposition at best.

Oskar - Tags: Shinn, Rush

"Ha! Ja! Ja! Well then I'll say that's fair, Herr Rush. You may buys us the drinks since I put up a fight and all that stuff. Sure. I'll allow this." he smiled widely. "You have a cafe or bar around here? It'll be good to get out from under this sky and look up at a ceiling for once." Shinn was in agreement as well, so it seemed they could do this.

"Yeah all right... we got our sports bar, Honkers in town... across from the fire station." Skipper pointed out. "But there's some other bars in the surrounding towns too if you want to fly over. I don't really care where we go, so long as we're not complaining when we get there." he warned, giving them all looks.

"No complaining here!" Oskar gave him an affirmative look on this. "You wish to lead us there Herr Rush? Whatever place you pick I'd be fine with." The small Me 163 gave him an encouraging nod.

Dusty - Tags: Shadow

"All right! Well let's go then! It's about ten miles out! Should make for a shortish race." He started up his own engine as hers revved into life. His was deep and throaty, like a classic workhouse ready to spring to life. Small puffs of smoke belched from his side exhaust pipes, and he nodded at her. "Ready? GO!" He shouted, beginning to roll down the runway and gaining speed as he took to the sky, his landing gear retracting into his pontoons as he increased speed. He started to turn things over in his mind as the wind lifted his wings higher. Should he let her win? Should he really try and compete? He knew if he flew at max torque, he'd easily outpace her... so how to play this?

He could push himself and take an early lead, but maybe he'd stay above her... see how fast she could really go... keep up with her, and judge for himself when the time came. He decided on that course, staying above her and keeping an eye on her from above, throttling back to what it appeared her speed was to match her in terms of torque at the moment. He dipped his wing towards her, in case she was watching him, as if to say "you may lead"... for now of course. Smiling, he focused on the bluff ahead of him, curious to see just how fast she'd go.

Blade - Tags: Otter

Blade couldn't but smile as he saw Otter flush slightly here, and gave him an understanding nod. "Heheh... you don't think she'd ever fall for you, eh? Yet you talk about her being a beautiful fighter with such... reverence. Heheh... I'd say you had more than a crush on her, Otter." Blade teased him here, eyes glinting. "Ha... maybe you should try contacting her in the future?" he nudged gently. "I mean... I don't think she'd blame you forever for what happened... and maybe hearing your voice again... it would help her. Help her come to terms with happened. I mean you two share a common bond you know... the death of your friend. You could use that as a springboard... that is... if you were interested... but from the way you described her... I would say you still kind of are."

Blade was a little... hesitant for some reason. Sure there were other things on his mind... a lot of things, but it was something he couldn't share right now. He had to let them remain where they'd always been... where they'd simply live until... until something could bring them out. His eyes drifted up to Otter here, listening to what he'd have to say. Blade Ranger... the guarded, cautious, careful, secluded, tough-as-nails helicopter. The one who'd had to hide from everyone but one... it wasn't the way he wanted to live... but it had been drilled into him thanks to his past experiences... and there was a lot that would be needed to overcome it... to bore it out of the hole it had dug itself into so deeply over the years.

Miles Axlerod - Tags: Kind of no one but is approachable so everyone around

The jet touched down with a bump and a screech, and Miles jolted a little in his restrained seat, wondering just where they were. As the jet slowed to a halt and the whine of its engines faded, Miles blinked and narrowed his eyes as the back ramp lowered, and the fading light of sundown washed into his eyes. Feeling the restraints around his wheels unlatch, he was ordered to proceed to the ramp first. Smiling, he drove in that direction, and studied the terrain of his latest position: corn fields, bluffs, and a town... but where was this? Farmland? Rural and out of the way country? Looking up, he caught sight of the red moon in their sky now, the sight actually chilling his body and causing cold tingles to meander their way over his paintwork. Well... that was just something you didn't see every day...

Looking around him as he started to drive down the ramp, agents following him, he gave a lopsided smile. "Well now... where's this charming little place you've brought me to... eh?"

[Alfor]

(I CANT BREATHE OMG FINN YOU DORK)