Post Tenebras Veritas (Planes/Cars RP)

[ShadowWolfCelica]

Shadow - Tags: Dusty, Finn

As Dusty talked about their swift exit, she smiled at him fondly, a grin that couldn't be helped. She took this opportunity to notice that she was incredibly low on fuel, due to her plane mode, making a mental note to stop at a gas station and soon.... she couldn't afford to break down. She looked over to where Finn could possibly have been, though doubted he would have seen her. She looked back to the plan ahead of her as he expressed his worry, her grin fading and her own concern now apparent. She noted he didn't seem to want to fully focus on her, and maybe that was due to the face he was afraid of her answer. She wiggled her tire very slightly as she though, biting her lip slightly. "Our..... relationship..." She slowly said here, looking down, picking up on those words.... those words that made her feel both elated and terrible. It was true... She traveled a lot, and the job carried a large risk of her... demise.

It was here she took a deep breath in, unsure as to what to say to make him feel better, though it was clear she wasn't too sure herself. "I... Well I guess...." She started here, her gaze dropping to the floor. "I.... I want to explore this further yes... maybe i can request some leave or something... though i would have to go back.... but.... i suppose..." She said here, an idea slightly forming.

"Well i mean, there are other opportunities, other.... areas i can go into.... I mean.... missions are not ALL that CHROME would put me on...." She said here, her eyes drifting and examining the reporters, watching who was with who, and wanted to be ready in case any came too close. "We should get out of here soon..." She said quietly, before turning her radio on.

"Finn.... I literally have no fuel left, I need to find the nearest station, otherwise I could be in trouble. I'm with Dusty Crophopper near the terminal, permission to go?" She asked here, still scanning the area. Though Finn hadn't spoken much to her since the beginning of the trip, she figured it was due to her outburst with Miles, and bit her lip again. She and Finn had always got on well, but was this mission... proving that wrong? She hoped he didn't hold a grudge against her, and figured to talk to him alone at some point...... or at least try.

[Alfor]

Jigsaw, sorta Rosalie & Sheriff | Status: All annoyed | Tags: Oskar, Rush, etc

"No idea, but they don't seem too friendly even though we just saved their tails," Jigsaw rumbled. He kept his eyes narrowed, making sure to keep tabs on the two. "It seems that they know Otter." The old warplane stayed silent as Oskar conversed with others... until the d*** press showed up. He responded quickly by revving his engine at them, making the impression of an enraged bull ready to charge. A small portion of them scattered like roaches immediately.

His reaction earned a chain event... which meant Rosalie saw a chance just to rev her engine as loud as possible and getting away with it. Obviously she was in no mood to deal with them either. Sheriff had heard the commotion and was now giving the press the stink eye, his siren light turned on but no sound... yet. Stupid press getting in everyone's business.

Aeris | Status: Uneasy | Tags: Finn, Sid

The smaller Martin had listened quietly. He didn't really have much to say in the first place so he saw no reason to talk... he was a rather silent individual anyways. He froze when the press tried to approach them, shying behind Finn. His eyes widened slightly as Sid expertly shoo'd them off like annoying flies.

[adelphi prime.]

(I'm taking a hiatus from the RP... I am stuck in a rut with this fandom. ;; Completely and utterly trapped in a fandom slump...)

[ShadowWolfCelica]

(Hope you come back soon..... we'll miss you I know!!)

[Dusty Crophopper]

((OK I'm back and ready to post! Also, sorry to hear that Propwash. Really hope you return to us soon; I was looking forward to Otter and Skila's meeting. XD))

Finn - Tags: Sid, Aeris, Shadow

Finn smirked at Sid's cover story, and gave the big jet a wink and a nod. "Very well done, Sid! Now how about you contact your MI6 friends and see what they have on Bandit Squadron, and we'll dig up what we can on our end as well. Satellites should be able to track where they were heading, and we'll get on that... see if it coincides with where we know this group was meeting..." He trailed off here thoughtfully, gazing out at the scenery around him as the sun started to sink.

His radio buzzed though, and Shadow's voice came in on the other line. "Er... yes, Agent Shadow. Permission to refuel. If you want, I could send some other agents with you or..." He paused as he heard she was with Dusty. "Make sure you keep Mr. Crophopper safe!" Finn ordered her. "We can't afford to take any more casualties, agents or otherwise!" he informed the Celica. "I'll report in to you with further information as it becomes available."

Turning to look at his son here, he gave a warm smile. "Well... you mentioned you'd traveled... ever been here?" he inquired, wondering where in fact his son had been on this planet.

Miles - Tags: Shinn

"Me neither, in all honesty. It's best if everyone thinks I'm in still in prison." He sighed, driving off with the hybrid now. "Heheh." he cracked a smile. "Well it's what they are... they circle everywhere waiting to smear your name and turn you into dirt. Even when I was wealthy and a respected member of society, they tried to bring me down over something. Either it was my big oil background and how I was helping to ruin the planet, or otherwise just a rich playboy with too much time on his wheels. But I DID contribute generously to charity, and good causes, and was pretty popular, though you'll always have haters whenever you're popular... that's something I learned the hard way." he sighed, raising his eyes skyward.

Axlerod started to head for the beaches now, the sound of the waves always having a calming effect on him for whatever reason. He liked being near the surf, and had always enjoyed trips to the beaches growing up, though it was the truly tropical ones he really enjoyed, being an off-road vehicle and all. "You know... something about the water I've always enjoyed... how about yourself? A beach plane or not really?" he asked as they started making their way through the streets.

"Oh... I just realized..." He braked here, looking over at Shinn. "I don't have any cash... save for a secret account I set up away from the government's eyes... no one knew about it, so those funds weren't confiscated. It's only about two billion or so... but it's enough to last me the rest of my life and then some. You uh... you won't... tell Agent McMissile or the others about it... will you?" he asked hopefully.

Oskar - Tags: Spray, Jigsaw

Oskar couldn't read Portuguese, as he'd never been to the country or any Portuguese speaking places, though Brazil was by far the largest. Oskar smiled at Jigsaw's attempts to ward off the press... and it seemed to work rather well. "You wish to join us, Herr Jigsaw?" the Komet inquired, following after Spray, who didn't go quite as far as Miles and Shinn had gone. "Ah ja! Does look good! Brazilian food is uh... lots and lots of meat from what I know!" he chuckled here, smiling widely and shaking his chubby frame.

"Hm." he glanced at the menu out front, narrowing his eyes. He should technically be wearing his spectacles, but hated having to get them out and wearing them in public. It was something he'd just never taken to ever since old age had hit him. He hated to admit he was old, or that he was just some pile of junk waiting for the scrap heap.

"Hmmm... yes they just continuously bring you food, and you tell them when to stop. Although I have not been to Brazil, I have at least eaten at a Brazilian restaurant on a cruise ship before, and it was rather good." the diminutive plane smiled. "Hope your Portuguese is good because mine... is pretty much nonexistent." He chuckled. "Though I'm sure there's at least one server in here who would speak English." he pointed out as he headed on in, nearly bowled over by an attractive Brazilian waitress car who zipped on by with a kebab on a hubcap holder. "Eheheh." he watched her skirt by him, smiling a bit. "Can't complain about that view so far." he joked, beginning to roll towards a table.

Dusty - Tags: Shadow

He waited patiently for her to finish, nodding as he pursed his lips, and looked down. "Yeah... true." But he perked up upon hearing that just maybe... she would be assigned to other things. As she conversed with Finn, he nodded right after she suggested they should get out of here. "Yeah... let's go." he said softly, beginning to roll into town. He wanted as much to do with the press as she did, and that was a fact. "So... was that a cover story for Finn, or... did you really need fuel?" he asked. "Because I'm sure we could find a place without too many problems." he stated.

Pointing his nose straight ahead of him, the firefighter forged on, glancing with his blue eyes over in her direction though. "Say uh... you said missions aren't all there is to it... what else is there?" he inquired thoughtfully, looking up into the sky. It was beautiful, emblazoned as it was with the hues of the setting sun. "I mean what else could you be assigned to do?"

He spotted a gas station ahead on the right, and nodded with it, using his nose to point it out. "There you go! That's what you're looking for!" he exclaimed, his thoughts still turning around on how they'd make a relationship work... and indeed if such a thing were possible between agent and every day plane. Although... famous world racer might be more correct now in his case.

Blade - Tags: Doc

Blade was feeling a little... lonely, oddly enough. After opening up to Otter, he'd realized... maybe he could put himself out there again... start... start gradually healing and maybe even... maybe even trying to see others. As everyone began to leave the airport for other parts of the city, Blade could see precious few remained. There was Doc... and that was about it. The press were still mobbing him, so Blade narrowed his eyes, and headed over, placing his bigger body in between the car and the reporters. "Get lost! We're done here!" Blade snapped, though more questions were thrown at Doc, asking how it was he was still alive. Nobody fortunately recognized the helicopter though, and he turned to look at the Hudson.

"I think that'll be enough of that. Everyone's gone into town... probably looking for... who knows what." Blade rolled his eyes. "Anyway... you wanna get going too? My friend's catching up with his uh... well lady friend I guess so... I don't really want to remain here. If you want to make a break for it, I'll take to the air and follow after you." He liked being a chopper, as he could easily maneuver through city streets at a decent altitude, and not have to generally worry about being cleared by air traffic control.

[Titanic X 21]

Spray - Jigsaw, Oskar

Spray yelped as a second Brazilian waitress car nearly smacked into him. He literally had to jump out of the way a bit. "Wow! I did not expect this place to be so busy!" he remarked. He followed after, hearing Oskar's remark about that view, and he knew what the old Komet was getting at. He blushed a bit, feeling his frame heating up at the thought of his wife, who was out at sea currently. (Thankfully he had had the foresight to ask his parents to watch his daughter while he was away.)

"Yeah. I bet the food's very good," he said, parking himself at the table on the other side of the Komet. Spray's plating crawled a bit at the thought of being this close to an ex-Nazi, but he brushed it aside and just focused more on something else that would make him more at ease.

He had seen Oskar narrow his eyes and he wondered if he needed glasses to see or something. He didn't know if the old plane would be offended, so he kept it quiet. Instead what he did was he grabbed a menu and started looking it over, his brown eyes flicking down the dishes and trying to translate it, even if his Portuguese was extremely limited.

[ZAFTPrime]

((Glad you're back! Did u have fun? You can play an MI6 agent if you want, Dusty. I'm not picky. ))

Sid - Tags: Finn, Aeris

Sid smirked back. "Thank you, sir. And I will get on that right away." Sid then closed down the CHROME frequency he had been using and brought up the old channel he had used so much during his time at MI6. "Benny to base. Requesting immediate connection to top branch." The code phrase was what Sid used when he wanted to be connected back to his old HQ. Unlike CHROME, MI6 had many code phrases for agent identification, and this was one of them. His effort was rewarded instantly. "This is Agent Siddeley, base."

Shinn - Tag: Miles

Shinn smirked. "That's what happens to all famous vehicles, whether you know it or not. But it's great you did some stuff to help others during your time as a billionaire." He then laughed as Miles asked if he was a beach plane or not. "Believe it or not, but I was born in the Midwest of the US. I have been to beaches, but they feel too calm and quiet to me. I prefer to be on a busy Naval base to be honest. I do love to go to public beaches though, sometimes with a few friends as well. Never did like sand in my landing gear though."

The MIG mix then frowned as Miles mentioned the account. "Eh, I don't see anything wrong with it. But if you're worried about cash, I have some myself. Why tap the account if you don't need to, right?" Shinn cracked a grin here.

Doc - Tag: Blade

Doc looked a bit surprise when Blade put himself between him and the press cars. He was relieved though and began to make his way away from the eager cars. "Thanks. Even now I still can't get used to the press, and I'm no longer a racer myself." Rather than risk getting mobbed again, Doc took off at high speed, hoping the red helicopter could keep up with him, which he most likely could. "But yeah, let's beat it. Anything to get some peace."

Being an ex-racer, Doc could easily maneuver around any vehicles in his way, which he did, although he did slow down a bit. Note: a bit. He didn't want to spend any more time around the press than he had to. "That Axlerod owes me for this..." Doc growled as he finally slowed down to a more reasonable speed.

[ShadowWolfCelica]

Shadow - Tags: Dusty

The Celica listened to her mission partners instructions, nodding occasionally. "No, I won't let any harm come to him, you know this. I'm going to try and find somewhere local.... I don't know the area obviously so I'll keep the gps on." Shadow replied, before shutting her radio off. It was here she turned back to the plane, a smile replacing her features. She followed after him, keeping rather close to his side. "Oh no that wasn't a cover story.... I really do need fuel!" She laughed here, taking note to her surroundings, making sure she knew her bearings. Of course that was hard to do in a city she had never been to before.

She couldn't help but smile again at his question, so eager he seemed to want to know about his options. She couldn't say she blamed him, she wanted to know if this could work our just as much. "Well... there's a series of different jobs available from CHROME that would... be of convenience let's say. The most obvious one is Trainer, training all the new recruits that come in to CHROME and making sure they're agent ready...." she began here, looking among all the civilians and her gaze falling slowly back to him. "Then there's Navigator, Control and then of course, Car resources. There's always... something I could do. Those jobs would enable me to.... set up a permanent base somewhere, whether It be in my country or... elsewhere" She said here, her speech slowing down a little here.

She fell silent here, her own mind turning, mainly about her options. She had fought so hard to get to where she was..... could she give it up again??? She grit her teeth a little, though was dragged from her thoughts by his mention of a gas station, to which she perked up. She smiled here, noting her warning light had come on now, before rapidly moving to a free pump. She settled on her tires a bit here, looking around for her companion, before smiling at him again.

"Can you speak Portuguese? Surely a plane of your stature would have a few... talents hidden away?" She asked, a certain tone about her that made the questions seem rather flirtatious.

[Dusty Crophopper]

Oskar - Tags: Spray

Oskar didn't realize how much Spray's skin was crawling at the prospect of sitting near him, and as he glanced down at the menu and sighed, finally giving in to his necessity to see. He placed a pair of reading glasses on his nose, and started reading the options. "Hmmm... I have to say... although there are entrees and I can't really read Portuguese... I'd say I'll just do the whatever it is... the thing where they bring you out the meat constantly." he chuckled here. "They bring it out on sticks and keep serving you..." he tapped something on the table with his wing, which was a red disc. "Turn this over to green when you want more food... turn it to red when you want to stop. Servers continuously drive around with various meats on sticks for you to try... my favorite would be the bacon wrapped chicken though." he informed the FBI plane, smiling as he pictured it.

Oskar did just that, and put his menu down, looking over at Spray from over his glasses, as he kept them relatively lower on his nose. They were definitely reading spectacles, and were stylishly fitted in that they were half-frames, with the top half removed. "So... I take it you didn't come over to simply go out to dinner with me." Oskar began. "Were there... other things you wished to discuss with me?" He gave a small if cautious smile, unsure really on the FBI plane's intentions, and knowing how their first meeting had gone... it made the little Komet wary of what might come next.

Roger Grenville - Tags: Sid

As Sid radioed in, he was patched through to Baron Grenville, one of Sid's former mission partners who was now a senior agent in MI6. "Sid! Hi!" Roger's voice came through on the other end. "It's Roger! How have you been? Looks like you're currently in Rio! Nice! What can I do for you?" he asked, actually pleased his old partner was contacting the office.

Miles - Tags: Shinn

Miles nodded, and couldn't agree more with what Shinn was saying regarding the press and well... that it was good he'd given generously to charities. "Heheh yes well... sand is a bane of many a beach-goer I know but for me... as an off-road vehicle, I loved getting rough rides on the dunes and beaches growing up, heheh. Still kind of do in all honesty, though my engine can't take such punishment anymore for extended periods, sadly." he sighed.

"Well..." he trailed off here, glancing over at the fighter and smiling. "Why NOT tap into it? Two billion will stretch me out for all of my life and then some! No reason not to use it! I just uh... need to somehow talk to my bank about releasing some funds for me to utilize." he stated. "I don't want you to pay for me all the time after all!" he pointed out, chuckling here.

He drove up to a beach bar that had some good views out over the sand and waves, and couldn't suppress a grin. "Oh! This looks good! Not high end or what I'm used to, but after years of prison food, this is going to seem like HEAVEN!" he declared. "Hahah! Can't wait!" His mouth was already watering at the prospect, and he drove on in eagerly, looking to some tables over by the deck that looked out to the beach. "Oooh! Let's sit over there!" he exclaimed, not really waiting for permission as he drove over to take a table now. He smiled, looking out to the sea and then over to Shinn to join him. He couldn't wait to order some real food... and some alcohol while he was at it!

Blade - Tags: Doc

Blade started up his rotors, and took to the air, retracting his landing gear. He hated to leave Otter behind but... he was with Skila now... and however that would work out... was however it would work out. There were... other reasons he didn't want to stick around either... and he knew full well what they were...

The chopper kept up with the "dead" race car no problem, flying a short distance above him and through the streets now. "Heh... Axlerod's a guy I'm sure wouldn't ever repay you... but maybe he would. Who knows?" Blade asked. "I... I've been having... problems myself." he confessed. "Reasons I didn't want to stick around anymore. I... ugh..." he wasn't sure if he could open up to Doc or not, but... he wanted to open up to someone... to get this... off of him. Let others know about it... see... see where he could really go from here.

Dusty - Tags: Shadow

"Huh..." he said thoughtfully as he turned it over in his mind. Permanent base... would that be Propwash possibly? He wasn't sure he could ever leave his hometown behind... and all his friends who were basically his family. As they pulled into the gas station, he kept thinking of things before her words interrupted his thoughts, and he blinked, coming out of his reverie. He outright laughed at her next question though, but he couldn't help but smile widely at her... suggestion. "No! Not at a word of it, sadly! I wish..." he kind of let his face fall here. "I wish I was impressive like that though... because wouldn't it be something? If I suddenly busted out some Portuguese for you?" He asked here, trying his best to smile again.

"How about you? As an agent I'm sure you'd know multiple languages, right?" he queried, blinking. "Heheh... I wish I was exotic in other countries though... but uh... hidden talents uh... well... I'm... I'm pretty much a good flyer... and that's... that's kind of the extent." he said, thinking about anything else he could impress her with. He knew some really good moves he could probably show off, but it would require being given the opportunity to do so first. He desperately wished though that... he could do something to at least show off to her somehow. She seemed to want it but... he wasn't sure exactly what he could do at this juncture. "Say..." he decided to try now. "You uh... you ever watch me race?" he asked softly, wondering about that.

[Titanic X 21]

Spray - Oskar

The black plane looked over, taking note of the spectacles and he realized that he had been right. They did seem to fit him though, and he nodded. "Sure. I'd like to try that," he said, shrugging an aileron.

As soon as he had mentioned wanting to discuss other matters, Spray nodded a bit. His eyes were hard a bit, but he kept himself calm and collected. "I did. One of the biggest questions on my mind is whether you felt any disgust towards Germany's policies for..." He hesitated here before speaking. "For the weak. Because some of them didn't, at least according to a friend of mine who fought in the war."