Post Tenebras Veritas (Planes/Cars RP)

[ShadowWolfCelica]

Shadow Tags: Doc, Miles, Dusty, Finn, Rosalie
(Lot of Tags!)

Shadow watched as the cars instantly jumped to the d****d Rovers defense..... backing off a little as three different cars confronted her. She frowned at them all, opening her mouth to protest, though she knew she was outmatched. She scowled toward Miles, knowing he was safe, though she knew that she would never come to accept him. She backed up some, though scowled at Finn. "It's you who's lost your damn mind" She hissed here, almost a snarl in her throat. She looked away quickly, before backing up again, moving away. Shadow knew she wasn't going to get anywhere with this, and decided to stick to the side, moving past Dusty.

She sighed at his question, knowing full well she wasn't. "Yeah... I'm ok...." She stated here, flicking a scowl to Finn. She knew she was acting unprofessional, but she couldn't help but feel defensive over the dead agents, and the pain he put other cars through... And now he was free....

"I'm... I dont think I can do this mission..." She said quietly here, moving more toward the hangar. She knew Finn was acting in their best interest, but she couldn't help but feel annoyed that he didn't feel the same hate toward Miles.

[Titanic X 21]

Spray - Finn, Miles, Shadow, Doc

The black plane was a bit startled by Doc's sudden reaction to a black and white Mercury police cruiser and he turned, his eyes widening a bit. Doc knew this car?

He looked at the Hornet. "You know that car?" he asked, having forgotten about the aluminum tip entirely.

As he faced back towards the duo, the red moon glistened and he looked up, his eyes narrowing a bit. He didn't know why, but something about the moon set his instincts off, and he could practically feel and hear them screaming at him. His ailerons twitched a bit and he also felt that familiar feeling in his fuel tank.

What the h*** was going on here? And why did his head hurt a bit?

[Alfor]

Sheriff | Tags: nobody

The old Mercury grew more agitated as he failed to find the red racer. He was worried that Lighting was injured... or worse. Sheriff passed by another group of police officers; he somewhat blended in with them but it was still easy to spot him because of his make and model.

(Sheriff's gonna flip when he sees Doc XD | I have no idea what to do with him because nobody's interacting with him lol)

[ZAFTPrime]

((Have him see the commotion with Miles or something if you need Sheriff to talk to someone. XD! I can't wait to see how he reacts to Doc being alive either! This should be fun! ))

Doc looked back at Spray and spoke. "That's personal!" He snapped. Looking back at Sheriff, Doc bit his lower lip. He was pondering hiding his identity again very seriously.

How would the cruiser react to him being alive and well? As far as he knew, Sheriff thought he was dead!

A gulp made its way out of the Hornet, but he managed to keep himself in control so far.

[adelphi prime.]

{Ack! So much business! Can't wait for school to be over... Also, could someone give me a recap in what's happening to characters other than my own?}

Rush - Tags: Oskar, Skipper, Shinn

"Ya'll order what you'd like," the Corsair answered quickly, a slight hint of an old southern accent coming through. "It's been... eh, a while since I've been here, so I can't tell you much about what they've got. The Skipper here would be better suited for that." He hardly understood how Shinn's wanted order had to do with what model of plane he was, but he dismissed it. He hadn't taken the slightest offense to neither Oskar's nor Shinn's words, having avoided the place in general. Already Rush was retreating back to his shell, especially with Skipper around.

Streak - Tags: Finn, Aeris

"Well," the dragon said hesitantly, "We've got the Fill N Fly, but it's nothing fancy at all. Just your regular gas station." He kept glancing up at the red glowing moon. How anyone would sleep tonight he couldn't imagine. "Oh! But with more people, we've got some new resturaunts if you like that sort of thing. Not too much for entertainment yet here... other than the Corn Fest, but that's not until fall. They're gonna install a theater down beneath the bluff in a few months time, I think." He kept shifting his wings as if uncomfortable. "What are you in the mood for?"

Otter - Tags: Blade

"I think..." Otter trailed off, "I think that you've been beaten into submission. You don't have to like gals, Blade. If that's not who you are that is just fine. After all, it's just some petty superstition, as you said. It's someone's stuck up opinion." He himself was straight, but he had sharp feelings against those who critized others over orientation. To him it was just like saying that just because he was blind he was someone weak. His sharp tones died down after a few seconds and his voice grew gentle again. Extremely gentle. "Nick's death was an accident... it did not confirm anything. It would have happened either way -whether or not you'd been there. Some things are inevitable... and one day we'll all take our final breaths. Sooner or later is simply up to fate."

[Dusty Crophopper]

((No problem. Well Miles has opened up to Doc about his past, and seems to be gaining his trust, though Shadow made it clear she's going to hurt Miles if she gets the chance, and Finn has told her to back off, so she's just kind of back with Dusty now after completing their mock race. Those have been pretty much been the only significant posters so far, so you should be all caught up. ))

Oskar and Skipper - Tags: Rush, Shinn

Skipper seemed to sense that about Rush, and shot a glance over at the bar. "Hmph... I'll pick up the drinks. No need to bother a server. OK so I got yours Shinn... I know you don't imbibe, Rush so that leaves... the German... and his Heinecar..." Skipper fixed his gaze on the Me 163 now, who cringed a little. "Be back in a bit..." Skipper departed for the bar now, and Oskar watched him go.

"Whew... I can tell he intimidates not just me!" Oskar chuckled here, looking over at Rush. "But Herr Rush... you are... good friends, with the Skipper, ja?" he asked. "Why... I mean I understand why you're sort of... hesitant and maybe even afraid around him... but you cannot... suffer from that survivor's guilt. You survived... you cannot crash yourself over that. You're here now for a purpose... whatever it is... perhaps in this moment, when we have shared our stories and helped each other heal that... perhaps you'll know. I feel there is more yet for you to do, Herr Rush. It is not something I can really explain, but an old vet like you, well... we tend to have more on our plates when it comes down to it." His mouth upturned into a reassuring smile here. "Perhaps it has to do with your dragon friend, ja?" he suggested.

"So... why did you run? You are a pacifist now, ja? You simply... don't wish to kill?" he concluded, looking at the table, as his eyesight was just about over it. "Could you if you had to? I mean... why not protect the town that is your home and that you love? All your friends?"

Finn - Tags: Aeris, Streak

Finn gave Shadow one final look, knowing she was feeling resentment, but he had to curb that unprofessional attitude, or she could compromise the whole mission. He'd talk to her... later... maybe even invite her to dinner with his son. She'd like that after all... it'd be a good way to make up for today's altercation. Listening to Streak thoughtfully, Finn nodded. "Well... I'm up for anything really. I have a large palate. What do you feel like, Aeris?" Finn asked his son. "It's really YOUR call after all... since you're kind of my guest of honor now. I want to hear all about your life over a plate of food and some fine wine. How does that sound?" he asked.

Blade - Tags: Otter

Blade closed his eyes and braced himself as he heard Otter trail off at first. Here it was... the moment where he'd be bashed for who he was... or questioned on his orientation... but... then... it didn't come. It wasn't even close. It was a sympathetic, tender answer, and Blade reopened his eyes as he heard that he'd been beaten into submission. Submission? Blade never considered himself a submissive... sort but then... maybe... maybe he was a beaten, drowned individual. Sure... he was a bit scathing in saying it was someone's stuck up superstition... their opinion that wasn't fact. He remained silent, listening as Otter continued with saying Nick's death was an accident... and that it did not confirm his father's opinion... or everyone else's for that matter.

"You don't think... it's because... it's because we loved each other?" he asked softly, as if afraid of others hearing what he was saying. He hadn't told anyone this in close to 40 years... letting it come out into the open now... it was alien to him. He hid himself under a tough exterior and shoved those out of his personal life... almost extremely so. But now... now he was being open... he was showing Otter just a glimpse of himself... a glimpse he'd kept behind a door that hadn't opened in so long it might've forgotten how to do so... but open now it was.

"I'm... I've been beaten into submission..." It was a half question... half statement, as if the chopper couldn't make up his mind. "You know... when I fled my home... I was... I dunno... not really WANTING to come out... but not wanting to live with my family anymore either. I always wanted to be an actor. So I landed some early gigs, but got discovered by a talent scout who was hiring for a new TV show about chopper coppers, heheh. Thought I'd be perfect for the role. That's where I met Nick... he was to be my costar on that set. He was... so different from anyone I'd ever met. Funny... confident, he always knew what to say, and could handle himself well in tough situations. Had a biting wit and well... helped me... open up more too." Blade explained. "Being around him... I felt like... I was becoming... who I really wanted to be... maybe who I really... was?" Blade asked here, unsure of that. "I was happy... confident... different. More courageous in a lot of ways. Nick... he was just suave and smooth no matter what. He uh... he swung both ways, you know? But he was fun to be around... and got me... out of my shell... got me accepting... who I was... he wasn't doing it for himself... he was doing it for me... it was always for me... to help me... he was... selfless... so when he died I just..."

Blade sniffed here, looking down. "I couldn't accept it. It was like I had died that day... who I was had died that day... and I couldn't... I couldn't let it come back. Everything I'd been told about myself by my dad... and others... it was all true. I'm not even sure how I didn't give up back then..." he confessed to Otter here. "I guess I just... wanted to stop playing games... stop having fun... I wanted to actually make a difference in people's lives... so I changed my career but... I gave up a lot of who I was for it... a lot of... who I wanted to be." He paused here, realizing he was rambling again, but this was honestly the most he'd ever talked to anyone in years. He'd never been this chatty except when... well when he'd met Nick.

"Sorry... I'm not usually so... conversational. This is honestly the most I've talked about this in well... years. I've never discussed it with anyone, and I've never opened up about my orientation with anyone after Nick's death. We had to keep it secret at the time due to how frowned upon it was but... I just... I've never been this open with anyone before, Otter. I almost feel like I'm out of a box... I just can't stop. I've been let free but for how long? How long before I shut myself down again and stop it all?" He asked, afraid of the answer.

Dusty - Tags: Shadow

"Whoa! Whoa! Hey there! What do you mean you can't do this mission? Shadow you're trained for these kinds of things, right?" Dusty asked, growing worried here and moving in front of her. "Hold on here... look I hate Axlerod too but is that any reason to quit your mission? I mean... he's here because he has information? So... he's like... a... a witness, right? Maybe you could see him as such. Or..." his voice fell out from under him here as it dropped.

"Is it more... personal than that?" he asked softly. "Those agents you mentioned... did you... know them personally? Were you close?" he continued, his voice low, and kind of hoarse.

Miles - Tags: Doc

"Ugh... yes... yes I'm trying... I'm trying..." Miles responded. "Don't have any more of whatever they gave me... do you?" he asked hopefully. "It seemed to be holding the pain in check but now... I feel... woozy... hurt... like I've just been... tossed into a compactor! And Doc Hudson eh? Pleasure... to meet you..." he said weakly, giving him a wan grin. "Sorry..." He forced himself upright now, wobbling on his tires. "Ugh... my engine! It doesn't feel so hot... blasted thing's probably on the verge of another breakdown..." he murmured. "It can happen whenever I'm stressed... though leaking oil tends to happen at the most inopportune times like... like... right... now!" he said, feeling it suddenly flooding out of his body, his efforts to hold it back useless.

He winced, surely having gotten some on Duc as a black puddle began to pool around Doc's wheels. "Ugh blast it!" he uttered. "Can't ever hold that in when I want to! Just a lemon is what I am... old British aluminum V8... sorry." he told him bashfully, looking away with embarrassment.

[ZAFTPrime]

Shinn - Tags: Skipper, Rush, Oskar

Shinn frowned at the conversation going on between Oskar and Rush. He made his way over to the two WWII planes. "Rush, you shouldn't flee when lives are on the line. I may not know what happened in your past to make you afraid of killing, but that shouldn't be a reason to not defend lives. I know I may not be of much help with what I say, but when I say lives need to be taken to defend peace and freedom, I mean it. No one will take you seriously if you say something and don't back it up with the force needed at times. But, if you don't kill, that is your choice. What happened in your past however, shouldn't prevent you from doing what is right. Oskar is right in many ways. What would you do if your town was under attack? Could you defend it taking lives of the attackers?" He asked. He hoped he could do something for Rush.

"No one should be afraid to defend your home..."

Doc - Tags: Miles

Doc shook his hood sadly. "No, I don't. I left all my supplies back home." He replied sadly. Looking down, he backed up a bit as he saw the oil under his tires. He then chuckled a bit.

"S*** happens. This is no different." Doc then became serious. "You have an old British V-8? That engine will leak for sure. And there's nothing to be sorry about. It can't be helped at times." He said. The Hornet then looked back at him. "Look, I may not know what it means to be a lemon, but I do know that sometimes a car can't help having a bad engine."

[ShadowWolfCelica]

Shadow Tags: Dusty

Dusty moving in front of her as she tried to drive away made her halt, her brakes slightly squeaking as she did so. She looked up to him, contemplating his idea that he was here with information... though doubted it. She felt her anger waver as he spoke, almost like she saw a point, but her hatred burnt deep.
"I can't see he's here as a witness.... the big black plane. .. Spray I think his name is? Said that he was here for protection remember? He killed cars, he's a murderer.... and now we have to PROTECT him...." Shadow seethed here. Her mouth hung open a moment, unsure what to admit to him for his next question.... it had been so long since Shadow had relied on..... well, anyone really to confess to, besides Finn. Though..... he seemed to have forgotten now anyway.

"It's. .... yes, it's very personal...." she said here, her voice dropping some aswell, and crawled a bit closer, keen for it to just be heard by him. She glanced to her wing mirror a moment, before continueing.

"I had a uh... tricky start to life I'd say. When I managed to put it behind me, or, run away i suppose, i was lost. Alone. I was.... ok the brink of death you could say. I was hiding away in a snow drift at the time, I hadn't eaten in days and..... i was sure that was it for me. No one had passed for days and.... there was no help.... but then, out of the blue, a car found me! He appeared from nowhere and i still thank my stars he did...." Shadow said here, a faint smile on her face.

"See, he'd been tracking my headlights. When I get either.... stuck or.... in trouble, nervous, scared.... anything really.... my headlights flash dimly. It's a uh..... a fault with some wiring I have. But anyway, he must have seen this from some distance. Turns out he worked for CHROME, Agent Leland Turbo.... HIS old mission partner" Shadow said here, signalling to Finn with her hood a little.

"Anyway. .... he took me to CHROME, told me to sign up. He said that I had potential and that.... i would do great things. He saved me. My life. In every aspect. I swore to him I would find him again and return the favour. ... only.... i never got the chance....." Shadow faded here, her eyes flicking to her side mirror to watch the wretched Rover behind her.

"Before HE killed him..... him and his d**** organization. He will rot before I protect him" Shadow seethed again, finding her tires shaking a little from anger.

[Titanic X 21]

Spray - Miles, Doc, Finn, Radar, Horah

Spray was surprised when Radar and Horah made their way over to the group, Horah's deep blue eyes locking onto the Range Rover and Radar staying back so as to not intimidate with his massive size.

Spray knew all too well how hard it was. Radar had an incredibly level head, even back in his old world. So it made sense he was an excellent leader.

'May as well get some info... If he even recalls much...' he thought to himself. As he came closer though, his landing gear hit something liquid and he looked down, a grimace crossing his face. "Ugh...! Gross!" he muttered under his breath.

He took care to skirt around the oil and came up to the ex-oil baron.

"Mind me asking a few questions?" he asked, keeping his temper in check the best he could.

((Sorry. Still trying to learn with this RP.))

[adelphi prime.]

Rush - Tags: Oskar, Shinn

His eyes grew cold as ice in an instant, wheras before they had been calm and collected. "You think I'm afraid to defend my home? I would glady sacrifice my life to protect anyone here, and don't let it be said I wouldn't do otherwise." He glared icily for just a few seconds before his voice died down somewhat. "Yes, I ran earlier... I..." he wanted to say that in the moment all that was flashing before his eyes were the burning Corsairs as they met their deaths. Decades ago the scene had been real, and in his mind he wished it had faded... but still it had shattered him as much as the first time. He knew the excuse would be more than petty sounding to the other two, or at least that's what he believed.

"I couldn't kill now if it saved my own life." He cast his eyes downward in shame. A fighter who couldn't fight was perhaps the most useless plane there was out there. When Oskar mentioned Streak earlier, perhaps that's where his outburst mostly originated. In the commotion he'd nearly forgotten about his companion, and had paniced for a moment. Only until he remembered what little Streak had told him about the dragon's homeland. In all the years they'd known each other Streak had little to say about where he'd came from.

Otter - Tags: Blade

Otter sat back and listened patiently. His voice was gentle when he spoke again, answering Blade's very last question. "That, my friend, is an answer that you yourself decide. Your, I want to say, freedom is by your own actions at this point, Blade." Placing that out there for a bit, he then added, "And no, it's not because you loved each other." He brought an example back from what he knew of Dusty's first race, having watched it along with the many others who'd heard about the crop duster's excellent performance. "For example Dusty's crash into the sea. It wasn't wrong that he wanted to race, and yet he crashed. Not all painful times are the result of someone's so called disobediance. Or... Pike's death. His... his death was unfortunate, but not caused by anything other than a mechanical failure on my part. Nothing that could have been helped if I had to do it over again."