Post Tenebras Veritas (Planes/Cars RP)

[ZAFTPrime]

((Oooh~! This is getting good~! ))

Doc - Finn, Spray, Axlerod

Doc growled as he glanced back at Spray. "I doubt he would try anything with two agents and a spy here." The Hornet reminded the plane. Looking back at Axlerod, Doc narrowed his blue eyes. "No, I don't believe you have seen me before. But I can tell you this. You almost killed the car I see as a son with that Allinol scam of yours, and there is only one car who I trained to race on dirt." He replied in a low growl. "And if that doesn't help your memories, then you should be able to recall who is close to Sir Tow Mater."

The Hornet then faced Spray once more. "And if you attempt to attack him, I will not hold back either." Doc added with a low growl of his engine. With that, he turned his attention back to Miles. Doc wanted to give Miles a verbal lash-out, but he decided against it. With Finn around, there was no way he could give this car a piece of his mind. "I don't expect you to try and flee, but please note I will not be treating you as nicely as Finn and the others might. I am only doing this because you were attacked."

At once, his small scar twinged with pain again. "D*** it..." He rasped as he tried to keep his hiss of pain down to nothing. Ever since this whole thing began, his scar had been hurting every now and then, and he didn't know why. Regaining himself, Doc was able to hide his wince of pain and appear normal once more. For some reason, the Hudson Hornet felt like he should be remembering something about the attack he had been in, but with his memories being as fuzzy as they were, he had no way of recalling what it was.

[ShadowWolfCelica]

Shadow Tags: Dusty

The Celica smirked up at the plane, pushing harder, her engine immediately obeying. She started to push faster, seeing his shadow fall across her, and saw it slowly disappear up her hood as she gained further ground. Pushing herself to out match him, she smirked once again, hitting 235 mph. "Ooooh I'm certain I could give you a run for your engine....." She called up, before watching the bluff rapidly approach, it occured to her that she needed to slow down in order to turn, and contemplated this. However, she figured that maybe being smart was her best shot, feeling the sense of competition take over. As it appeared, she veered off to the side, pulling hard to the right. Her tires squealed, a loud noise that echoed around them, smoke surrounding her as she spun right round, 1, 2, 3 times. She managed to slow a little, pull a wide circle before speeding forward once again, tires spinning, more smoke surrounding here. It was here, she gave it all she had. She shifted through her gears quickly, her engine jumping every times she did.

"Im going to make sure you remember this for a loooong time!" She called to him again, suddenly pressing her engine for everything it had, pushing harder and harder, topping 200 again, 210, 220, 230, 240, 250.......

[Alfor]

((JEEZ THIS GOT REAL INTENSE REAL FAST))

Aeris McMissile | Tags: Streak

The smaller Martin watched the heated exchange with a worried expression, wondering what exactly was going on. He was completely unfazed by Streak, having grown use to the large dragon at this point. so he obviously didn't care when the dragon stepped over him and whatever else he chose to do. Streak seemed to care about him, which was surprising to the small hybrid. Not many cars, except his father, cared much about him.

"Is that the Miles Axelrod they were talking about?"

[adelphi prime.]

{Such... a long... post... but it was interesting. I've been thinking about my response all day. I even monologued it a few times before I got it how I wanted it... I dunno, but Otter has a strange way of 'seeing' things.}

Otter - Tags: Blade

Otter shifted his position slightly, focusing his attention completely on Blade as he spoke. The level at which his concentration was at was so strong that if someone might have tried to snap him out of it they'd be doing something idiotically dangerous, him being an F-18. When Blade was finished, Otter stayed silent for a good deal of time, content to mull over what he'd just been told. "If you think I can tell you who you are, then that's certainly a fool's fantasy. However, I want you to try something... just might help you understand yourself. I want you to close your eyes and imagine what you would do if you could relive those childhood days. Would you still follow the same path? Or would you follow the path your father wanted for you?"

He let Blade think about it for a minute before he decided it was safe to continue. "Now, think about where you'd be? Would you be rich and with more money than you knew what to do with? Have a family? Kids? Or would you be here just as you are? What if you were completely free of worry about your past or what had happened. If you were open about your past, rather than keeping it locked up inside you, what would you be like then? Even if the events you now recall had happened, would it have helped you to share them?"

"If you had followed your father's will, what would you have missed in the life you've led now? Think about it... you probably would have never met Dusty, or even Nick... you might have never had the good old days or the small joys in life. You'd probably never have met the team you now work with, and you certainly wouldn't be here in Propwash. You wouldn't have protected this town earlier like you did. You might be so wrapped up in your own thoughts you might not even care about what happened in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere." He let that simmer for a few seconds before he continued on, "Or what if you had followed the same exact path as today, except more open about your past. Not so much as to say open as a book, but enough that you weren't a mysterous being. Who would you be then? That's the question. If you could do it all over again, who would you be?"

He sighed, relaxing a bit on his tires, letting Blade ponder for a while, if that's what he was doing of course. Perhaps the helicopter was giving him a look that told him he was crazy -but who knew? He certainly didn't. "Anything you come up with you don't have to share. In fact, if you never want to share anything that came to mind today you don't have to. I just wanted you to think about that..." He trailed off as a realization struck him. "Your wounds, though they may be mental, are just as bad as mine. You're blind, Blade, to yourself. You see, I wear my scars openly, not because I want to, but because I have to. Anyone who asks how I went blind knows what had happened to my friend."

"But you? You wear your scars inwardly. You're blind to yourself, and that's the most dangerous kind of injury. People don't ask you about what happened, because many of them don't even see that you're hurt... Sometimes a wound needs to be exposed in order to heal, Blade."

Rush - Tags: Oskar, Skipper, Shinn

Rush, like the others, made his way to the table. Every time he went to a bar like this he felt uneasy. For most it was a normal place to hang out, but a fuzzyness drifted through his mind in the chaos of the place. The haze of memories with the squadron while still in training. Things had gotten far too wild far too fast for him in those times, and he had had to cut himself off as quickly as it had started, or he knew he'd have gotten into far worse trouble than already he had. Honkers wasn't the worst of bars, however, and that put a smooth cap on his uneasyness. He wouldn't be surprised if Skipper already knew of his intolerance to any form of alcohol. Often nights when the squadron would go out and Rush hadn't gotten anything but a regular oil, his squadronmates would laugh and poke fun at him. He supposed that for now it was the events of the day sinking into him.

Streak - Tags: Aeris, Finn, Miles

Streak took a step forward, trying to listen into the conversation going on a bit away. "I'm pretty sure that car is," Streak said, a touch of a growl in his voice. "I don't really think he's the worst threat ever, though... he certainly doesn't look like one." Then again, looks can be deciving, he added in his mind.

[Dusty Crophopper]

((OMG but I LOVED it Kanzu! Such a good post to respond to as well! I think I'm gonna have fun with this one! XD Also, remember to blank out your curses, ZAFT. I don't want this thread getting locked over it.))

Blade - Tags: Otter

When Otter instructed him too, Blade closed his eyes, and tried to relax as he pictured this all. He was soon drifting on Otter's voice, a serene, peaceful look on his features as he began envisioning what he'd be like. Reliving his childhood... he'd follow the same path... he couldn't... couldn't follow his father's words. Where would he be? Well he wouldn't be rich... he certainly wouldn't have a family... but... maybe he would actually... but no kids. Or would he? But if he'd been open about his past... about his... "flaw" then... then would sharing it be possible today? Probably... except of course... Nick's death. It loomed over him, like a dark shadow, a black blight on his history, one that told him his father was right... and it stung.

Tears sprung to his closed eyes, but he didn't even try and stop them right now. And Otter was totally right... following his father's path... he'd be in nowhere's ville... no Dusty... no Nick... no joys in life. No team. And no being here right now. No meeting Otter... no helping him to safety... no nothing. So who would he be? Blade knew full well who he'd be... but could he say that out loud? Could he reveal it to Otter knowing the stigma that existed with it? But when the F-18 told him he was blind to himself, that struck Blade like a lance through his heart... he was... blind... blind to himself... and yes... no one EVER asked him if he was OK because... no one knew. He kept it all secret... all behind him... all locked away... it was a festering wound, but it was deep inside... internally hemorrhaging him as he slowly bled to death in a spot no one could see...

"I'm..." Blade began, his voice shuddering and his tone indicating he was trying not to cry. His eyes were still closed, and he wobbled a little on his landing gear. "I'm wounded inside yes... yes because... because I've been terrified of exposing it... but... but you're right... I need to start somewhere... and I may as well start with you... because... I dunno I don't think... I don't think you'd judge me... but... it's so... hard... because I was told my whole life it made me... wrong... a freak... a... well I'll stop here, but it was something I should never reveal. My father even threatened to kill me once if I ever spoke about it again... and I was so scared... so scared until I wasn't... because when I wasn't... I could be myself..."

He swallowed hard, and opened his eyes here. "I'll... I'll start at the beginning..." he said slowly, trying to gather himself for this. "If I can... I only hope I can..." his eyes remained fixed on Otter, knowing the jet couldn't see him, and never did they waver, as if Otter was a rock for him. "When I was small... I realized I was a little... different. I was shy... reserved... didn't fit in well at school... that kind of thing. Uh... so I wasn't sure why but then... I kind of figured it out. I was different because I didn't..."

Blade stopped himself here, feeling his heart leap into his throat before he swallowed it back down again, keeping his eyes fixed on Otter. "Heh... I didn't... like... girls..." he said here now, this being the first time he'd admitted this to anyone in over 30 years now. "Quite the opposite in fact... and you know how taboo it was back then. Sure... we're becoming more open about it... but you can probably guess the rest of my story. And why I felt like... like Nick's death... only confirmed what my father thought about... aircraft like myself. That it was wrong... a perversion... and only terrible things awaited aircraft like us. I haven't... I haven't told anyone this in... more than 30 years. Probably close to 40 really. It didn't help... even when I learned that others like me... were some of the greatest in history... but... I don't know... I don't know where I was going with that." he confessed, closing his mouth now and looking up to the sky as he finally took his eyes off Otter.

"People have hated me for what I am... have despised me... what... what do you think?" he asked now, as it was all he really could ask.

Oskar and Skipper - Tags: Shinn, Rush

"Not BAD?" Skipper asked darkly, glaring at Shinn.

"Oh come on! It's not the Marriott, herr Skipper... no offense. It's a nice little local place but hardly..." Oskar stopped as he caught Skipper glaring at him as well.

"We spend our New Year's in here typically... lot of fond memories... you want to ruin those?" he grumpily asked.

"No..." Oskar replied slowly, looking over at Rush here and sighing. "I guess... I shouldn't ruin those memories, eh?" he asked the other Corsair. "What you gonna order us? I could do with a Heinecar myself. I picked up a taste for it over the years. Dutch beer for a German plane, ja?" He couldn't suppress a chuckle as he outlined it.

Dusty - Tags: Shadow

Dusty could tell she was flooring it now, and as they began heading around to begin their turn, Dusty banking and she spinning, Dusty throttled back only a little, but was used to high speed radial G turns, and this was no problem for him. He cut the corner slightly faster than she did, but she was keeping pace rather well. "Heh! For winning or losing?" he asked her here, pushing himself into the red now as he began climbing into the 270s... 280s... 290s... and soon, he was over 300 mph now. "Can you keep up?" he called down to her. He could see he was ahead once again, but maybe he should back off? Let her win? It would be the gentleplanely thing to do after all... and who cared about one little mock race?

But... nah! Dusty was a competitor first and foremost... though was being nagged by his polite attitude towards others as well. He'd see how she kept up now that he was in the red, and faster than any car should be capable of going. How would she do on the home stretch? Her actions might affect his in this... and determine what he did from here on out.

Finn - Tags: Spray, sort of Doc

"We're agents... not spies." Finn corrected now, about as annoyed with Spray's use of the term as Shadow had been. "You don't refer to yourself as such... and nobody uses that term in our field either. We're intelligence and counter-intelligence agents." he informed the plane. He was about to turn and rejoin his son when suddenly, something the plane said caught his interest, and he turned back to him. "From your... past? But haven't you always been an FBI agent? You shouldn't be working with agents of our kind. We're international... you're domestic. So what are you talking about?" He inquired here.

Miles - Tags: Spray, Doc

"Well hello to you too..." Miles murmured to Spray's insult of him. He'd been threatened already by this black plane, and now... this blue car was standing up for him. He then launched into an explanation of... something. "SIR Tow Mater? They made him a KNIGHT?" Miles asked in disbelief. Was he referring to... that red race car over there? Lightning McQueen? Oh yes... he had almost killed him because he'd chosen to run Allinol instead of regular fuel, and he therefore had to be killed as the final part of his plot. "Charming little statement there." Miles responded to Doc's telling him he wouldn't be treating him nicely. "Why would I flee? So I could invite an explosion of my petrol tank? Sounds rather reckless to me you know."

Miles had caught the wince and the uttered curse as he was right in front of the Hudson, and frowned slightly at the display, a curious look crossing his features. "You all right? You look as if you're in some sort of pain." He hadn't answered the accusation that he'd tried to kill Lightning, but there hadn't been an opportunity really at the moment. "And I'm not sure what you're expecting me to say... I've been sentenced for what I did... that's over and done with. I was found out at the last moment... and my scheme was subverted. But... if it makes you feel any better... I originally didn't want to hurt anyone. I only felt compelled to after your McQueen insisted on using my Allinol instead of regular fuel. I never wanted it to get as far as it did... and thought by the second race it would've been finished for sure. I'm not a murderer Mr.... I don't think I caught your name. I never actually killed anyone... Professor Zundapp murdered Agent uh... Torque... Redline or something or other... but I never had any oil on my wheels so to speak. I may have ordered his death, yes, but it was never carried out... making me not a murderer. It wasn't a case of me firing back because I was being fired upon, sure... that'd be self-defense. I knew what I was doing... at the time. Not so sure now... I'm not expecting anything less from you than your utter revulsion and ire. But then again... I'm not expecting you to understand my point of view either. How I grew up... what I went through... sure I threw my life away... but I am... a..." He stopped here, realizing he was about to say too much, and silenced himself there, closing his lips tightly together and exhaling slightly. He'd been tapping his tire on the ground to emphasize his points, as he was prone to do, but that stopped now as well, and he seemed to tighten up a little here, holding whatever he was going to say next back.

[Titanic X 21]

Spray - Finn

The black plane yelped and looked away, his black paint turning darker as he blushed. "I...It's kinda private..." he said, looking down at the aluminum tip and starting to play with it with his landing gear, just rolling it around. "I'd rather not say!"

His tone was defensive here, and even Horah who was snoozing a bit perked up. Radar, who had been letting his mind wander, looked over at Finn and frowned a bit. 'Hope he doesn't get too nosy...' he thought to himself.

[ZAFTPrime]

((Sorry about that. I will remember from here on out.))

Shinn - Skipper, Rush, Oskar

"Eh, nothing hard meant by it. I've been in worse, but I've also been in better. The worst place I was in resulted in a bar fight. Grimiest place I've ever seen was in Germany. Several cars were so drunk, I didn't want to stick around. Later learned a bar fight broke out a few minutes after I left. One jet came back to the boat with a large piece of glass up an engine from that." Shinn replied. "And I don't drink very often. I might have a vodka if you have any, but that's only because I'm part MIG."

Doc - Axlerod

Doc looked back at Miles and realized he had seen his wince. "Just a small scar that hurts from time to time." Doc replied, trying to keep it as low key as possible. "And yes, they knighted Mater." He added with a bit of a proud tone. Then he became serious again.

"While you may not be responsible directly, it doesn't change my opinion of you. You still nearly killed him." Doc added with a growl. "And as for who I am, I'm surprised you don't know, considering who I trained. But since you don't know, look at the number on me." Doc added before he realized Miles had clammed up about something else.

"You're a what?" Doc asked. Something told him the Range Rover was holding something back, and he wanted to know what it was.

[Dusty Crophopper]

((Well please edit your post. That's what I meant when I told you to blank out your curses. If it's still there, it's still breaking forum rules.))

Finn - Tags: Spray, Streak, Aeris

Finn gave Spray a skeptical look, but realized he'd be getting nowhere with him, and the agent didn't particularly care, since he had his numerous mountain of secrets he didn't just casually discuss with others. "It's your business then." Finn agreed, and turned to drive off to rejoin his son, but stopped before getting too far. "You are going to make that top part of the investigation... yes? It's evidence now, and we'll need to be looking at it along with your agency. I expect full cooperation from your side of things." He continued driving up to Streak and Aeris, and sighed as he braked. "Sorry about that... how about that dinner?" he asked his son now.

Turning to Streak, he addressed the dragon as well. "You mentioned you're familiar with some of the local places. How about you recommend one for me and my son?" he gave the large blue creature a friendly smile, glad for any advice he could provide.

Miles Axlerod - Tags: Doc

"Unbelievable... the tow truck is a KNIGHT!" he exclaimed incredulously, eyes wide as he couldn't wrap his head around it. "I'm sorry to hear about that scar of yours. It shouldn't be hurting you so severely though. Can't you get it buffed out or cut that section of your body out and get it replaced?" he inquired.

Miles regarded him with a simple look, one of indifference but perhaps slightly contemplative as he reminded him of what he'd done. "But I didn't... I never killed anyone... or ordered anyone's death save for Lightning's and it didn't work out." He stretched himself to the side to glance at the number now, frowning and shaking his head. "I'm sorry I don't really... follow American racing too much. You seem like an older car... well before my time... so... I don't think I'm familiar with you, sorry." He apologized, giving him a rather helpless look.

As Doc asked him what he was, Miles knew he'd said too much. "It's probably best left unsaid." Miles replied. "No sense stirring any pots. So when am I being interviewed, and uh... where exactly am I staying?" he asked, looking about him at... wait... injured cars and planes? Emergency vehicles? Police? What was going on here? "I'm sorry but it looks like... something happened here. What's going on? Was there... what's happened? Why are all these vehicles hurt?" he wanted to know, concern flooding his voice.

[ZAFTPrime]

((Edited the post.))

Doc - Miles

"Believe me, I would, but the FBI was unable to find the right part at the time. They said they would let me know once they got it in." Doc admitted. At Miles's comment he didn't know him, he sighed. "Figures... If you must know, yes, I am an older racecar. I was a racer back in the 50's actually. Was considered one of the best. I actually specialized in dirt racing, to be honest." Here he chuckled a bit. "Very few could catch me when I was on dirt. I also won the Piston Cup from '51 to '53, all in a row I might add." Then Doc frowned a bit when he heard Miles say he had said too much.

He knew what it was like to keep a secret, having done so from the town where he had lived for years. "Look, keeping secrets is not a good idea. I should know. I hid my racing past from the town where I lived for years before it was brought out into the open. Let me tell you, I felt better after that happened. I no longer had to keep my true identity a secret, and I could show my real self."

Looking back around, Doc sighed. "And if you must know, a battle took place here. The attackers just came out of nowhere from what I heard. Sadly though, no one knows much of anything else. Even when I got here, I was confused as well. In fact, this was similar to when the medical conference where I was got attacked. That's how I got my scar, actually." Then, he faced Miles again. "As for where you are staying, I don't know. I need to figure out where I will be staying myself to be honest." A wry laugh escaped him. "Some FBI agent I am..."

[Titanic X 21]

Spray - Finn

Spray looked at it and nodded. "Yeah. I am," he said. He quickly gathered it up and stored it. "I really need to know more about it."

He then looked over at Radar's immense shadow and blinked. "Radar?"

"Hey, Spray," Radar said. "Was in the area so I thought I'd stop by. And what was that thing you dropped?"

"I'll explain later," the black plane said. The look in his eyes gave it away and Radar nodded.

"Okay," he said. As he looked around, he could see at once a battle has taken place, and he shot a glance skyward, shuddering at the sight of the two moons. Something about this made him uneasy, and he wondered if it was connected...