Post Tenebras Veritas (Planes/Cars RP)

[Saberius Prime]

Form:

Full Name: Saber Lee Sparkplugs

Age: 22

Family: None. He doesn't know any family. He grew up as an orphan.

Relationship Status: Single(Was engaged to be married.)

Make/Model: Chance-Vought F4U Corsair
http://fizzgryphon.deviantart.com/art/Saber-Sparkplugs-474930812(Fizz made this for me.)

Current Residence: Propwash Junction, Minnesota

Personality: Saber can be carefree, but becomes serious and cautious when the situation calls for it.

Strengths: Saber is a strong flier. He has fought in the war in the middle east alongside other planes.

Weaknesses: However, Saber has PTSD, and sometimes has flashbacks to war.

History: Saber grew up in an orphanage in Washington D.C. He never knew his father, and his mother died shortly after he was born. At Age 18 he went to serve for the war in the middle east. He still serves the Navy.

[Aileen-Rose]

(Sorry for the delays and response. XD; Hands were full.)

Miranda - Tags: Blade

Miranda felt her engine stutter a little, some heat coming to her cheeks.

"M-Me? I... uh..." She lowered her gaze a bit, her landing gear fidgeting a little. Just be honest... She thought, taking a deep breath. She looked to him, admiration in her amber eyes. "I find you one of the most amazing machines I've ever met... you may not realize it yourself but you do care about those around you... you're very kind deep down... selfless... brave..." She glanced away feeling a bit nervous and embarrassed again. "Lots of things I admire about you... and like... a lot." She bit her tongue. Uggh... I must've sounded so STUPID.

[Dusty Crophopper]

((Well, I had my interview with Disney! I think it went very well! I won't know until the end of September though, when they finish all their interviews. Still, I'll keep you guys posted! ))


Dusty - Tags: Shadow

"Wow!" Dusty exclaimed, having listened to Shadow's tale of her mission in France. "See? You DO make a difference! Not many know that but you do! And that's... well that's really impressive!" He told her honestly. "It's the kind of stuff I admire in others. Those who are selfless and give themselves up for others they don't even know. That's... yeah that's special. You put yourself in danger for others... and I like that. It's dangerous I'm sure but still... good on you." he said softly, smiling over at her.

"Heh... I do... sort of... I have a GPS!" He said, chuckling lightly. "If that counts! Does it?" he asked hesitantly here, making another face at her. "Heheh... I've never been here before myself! But it's not too far away I think! Should I fly or just... roll along with you?" he suggested. He knew even if he flew, he could still radio down to her.

Finn - Tags: Calypso

"No one is ever fully capable of that." Finn partly responded to her question in a cold fashion. "The world is... the world." He said, still being vague. "The whole world is not out to kill you or get you... no." He shook his front here. He refused to elaborate on his views of the world for her though, as she was not someone he was on a trusting basis with. Still, Doc made another point, but before Finn could respond, Doc drove off again without waiting for a response... he seemed to have a habit of doing that, Finn noted mentally. "Well that may or may not be true." Finn answered simply. "All hope may not be lost, but it's not my job to give chances or beliefs in other cars. If he proves himself, I'll remain open to that idea, but that's about all I can promise you. If you want a second chance for him he's going to not only prove it, but he'll have to appeal his own case. I'm not his advocate, his defender, nor his lawyer. I hope you understand that." he told her firmly. "I'm sorry... I'd love to just open up to him... give him a chance... well... I'm giving him a mission. That'll have to do for him now I suppose. My job doesn't permit more than that. I'm truly sorry." he told her, his eyes firm before he softened just a little when he saw her slump.

Miles - Tags: Doc

"I wasn't creeping!" Miles insisted, looking at Doc with surprise. "I was... avoiding... unpleasantries." he said very carefully. Miles smiled as Doc inadvertently revealed something about himself. "Heh... don't worry... it's not something I'll be taking advantage of... you're fine." he said softly. "Look... I was expecting nothing less from Finn. He hates me... and with good reason... I... my organization killed his good friend and former mission partner so... that's why..." Miles said in low tones, looking right at Finn. "He'll never come out and say it but... that's... why... I only learned that recently myself... I had never realized... so... I felt torn about it. On the one hand, he was an agent and knew the risks but... it's kind of hard accepting that I was the reason for his demise... he was... well a living, breathing car and I... ended his life. It's... numbing, to think about. I didn't pull the lever for the crusher, or... even... I wasn't even there for it but still... I... my organization that I established led to that... so... that's why... he's not JUST an agent... he's bitter towards me over that and I know he is. As if being an agent wasn't enough, he has a personal grudge as well... tell me something, Mr. Hudson?" Miles looked over at him now, a grave expression on his face.

"If my team had... killed... Lightning... would you have ever been able to bring yourself to forgive me?" He asked slowly, looking right at him.

Skila - Tags: Otter

Skila frowned as he merely grunted in reply. Was he... not appreciative of her efforts? But she softened when she heard him speak at long last, saying he needed to hear that from her. "Well all right... I don't really hate you Otter... I pity you. I could punish you forever but what would be the point? You've been punished and... you don't seem... like that plane I used to know. You're reserved... quiet... distant even. You don't say much around me..." She paused here, wondering if that... meant something.

"Ahem... and I don't suppose I blame you. You'd probably be like that with all our squadron." She brushed off her former thought as nothing. "Tell me... this Pike you saw... it was him?" she asked. "So now you're being tortured not just by your past... but by his ghost seemingly as well. Uh... why don't we go... well not here. I hate this corridor. I'm restless as is... I didn't get to fight today, so I'm feeling like I need more... open space. Do you mind?" she asked, beginning to roll past him and onward now. "I'd rather not talk in this hall if it's all the same to you... I'm feeling cooped up and claustrophobic. So roll with me if you will." she suggested, pausing to make sure he'd keep up.

Blade - Tags: Miranda

Blade felt his breath catch in his body and his engine and heart freeze when she said he was one of the most amazing machines she'd ever met. He was... well yes... selfless... brave... he did... care... deep down. She was somewhat vague on the second part though, just kind of hinting there were many things she admired and liked about him... a lot. He started to smile, a rarity for him these days, and looked away then back to her, finding he couldn't really look away anymore. "Uh... Miranda... I kind of... meant... well..." He wondered how he should phrase this without scaring her off. Because if she bolted then... well he'd have blown it. Still... it'd just be par for the course in his life.

"First off... thank you for your kind words. I don't get a lot of praise as you know, but heck I don't feel like I need it!" he said, rolling his eyes. "Praise is for those who need that kind of thing. I... I'm... pfft could leave it any day... but from you well... I like it." he said, smiling again. "Uh... so what I meant was... do you have... uh... uh... not to sound rude but... how do you feel... personally... about me? Are we friends or... do you feel... more... than that?" he asked slowly, his words like molasses coming out of his mouth, his time seeming to freeze once more as he waited for her response. She HAD to have caught on to what he was hinting at... or so he hoped...

((I will accept your bio, Saber, but be aware of several things: I've checked your RPs and you tend to deliver one or two sentence responses; that will not be permitted here. This roleplay requires well thought out responses of at least a paragraph. That is my rule. Also there will absolutely be NO Gary Stuing on your end whatsoever. It's against my rules to do so, and I expect you to follow them. Other than that, welcome to the RP. ))

[ZAFTPrime]

Doc - Tag: Miles

Doc nearly choked on a sudden intake of air as he reversed in surprise, his blue eyes widening in shock and surprise. Of all the things to be asked, that was not what he had been expecting. He opened his mouth to speak, but found he was unable to get any words out. To be honest, he had no idea on how to answer that. "I...I don't know. I truly and honestly don't know." Doc admitted at last, his tone a bit shaken. "I try to not dwell on the past, so I can't really say how I would have reacted or not." In truth, Doc wasn't willing to admit it, but he would have tried to kill Miles himself if he had killed Lightning.

For a moment, the midnight blue racecar seemed a bit agitated, but he then sighed. It was better if Miles knew. "If you want my honest opinion, the answer would be no." Doc then faced Miles with a hard look, not a glare, but a look that meant he was serious. "If your team had killed Lightning, I would have NEVER forgiven you. The kid means that much to me. In fact, I would have tried to hunt you down and kill you myself." He then looked down as he sighed again.

"To be honest, I wasn't expecting to be asked such a question." Doc admitted as he faced Miles again. "Finn holds a personal grudge, and that is understandable, but you yourself were not responsible for the death of his teammate. True, you ran the crime group, but you were not the one who issued the order for the death of Finn's partner." Those last words brought back the memories of Miles issuing Lightning's death, and Doc felt a pang of regret and hatred flood his body before he shoved it down. "I didn't suffer a personal loss like Finn did, so that may be why I am willing to give you more of a chance." In truth, Doc was feeling conflicted now. This was the car who had supposedly ordered Lightning dead! Doc took in a shaky breath before he asked his next question. "I need to know..."

Looking Miles right in the eyes, the Hudson Hornet then asked a question he had hoped to avoid asking. "Did you really order Lightning dead? Or was it someone else who insisted upon it?" Doc hoped to the higher powers that he was wrong on this.

[Dusty Crophopper]

Miles - Tags: Doc

Miles cringed as Doc mentioned he'd hunt Miles down and kill him himself if his team had been responsible for Lightning's death. Except... Doc never would've known. That was the insidious thing about it... Lightning would've been killed in a simple "accident" involving Allinol. Miles would've expressed his deep public regret at the racing star's death, been forced to "close" his Allinol business, and then would've retired into obscurity... whilst secretly further building up his oil empire behind the scenes and making lemons powerful everywhere.

But when Doc turned the tables on Miles, the Branford felt his wheels shudder, and his body convulse. He... he couldn't possibly... but he knew he was opening himself up to this question... he just hadn't expected Doc to be so... forthright with him. "I..." Lie! Tell him it was Zundapp's idea! That will get him off the trail! Make him like you! But no... no mores lies... no more hiding... no more... deception. He had to start... somewhere... and start here he would.

"You... you want to know the truth?" he asked, gulping as he looked away, then right at Doc. "I ordered his death. I said to Professor Zundapp that... 'Lightning McQueen must... die...'" he outlined verbatim those deadly words he had uttered on that day... those horrible, murderous words he'd said to the small and wicked German professor. "That's what I said!" he almost snapped now, tears springing to his eyes as they stung him and he began to reverse a tad. "Look! I'm a horrible car, all right! One who doesn't deserve a second chance! And now that you know... well... you know now what kind of car I truly am!" he snapped, turning away from Doc now and driving off so he couldn't see the tears.

Sniffing, he nearly ran into Spray, but swerved around him and did a 180 degree turn now, not sure where he was going. He couldn't risk going outside... they could blow him up... so he drove around now behind Doc, heading for... well the living quarters he supposed it was. He just wanted to vanish... no... blow up... maybe that would be best... but if they blew him up... he could kill innocents! He had to... had to escape... vanish... disappear... hide... go back to prison! But he couldn't tell Finn! Why were there no other agents around? He stopped outside the door to the corridor that led to the living quarters, and slumped heavily on his wheels now, sobbing silently as he tried to get himself under control, but the tears flowed hard and they flowed fast and they showed no signs of stopping right now...

[Saberius Prime]

(Understood.)
Saber-Tag:

Over the horizon, a navy blue corsair had just landed on the runway in Propwash Junction. He had a number 53 on his sides, and a Jolly Wrench logo on his engine cowl. Taxing over to the fuel depot, he paid, and began to fuel up. The plane's name was Saber. He grew up an orphan in Washington D.C. and had just returned from his tour in the middle east. After refueling, he taxied over to his hanger, and opened the door. Posters of old military promotions lined the wall, ranging from Uncle Sam to the "Go Army." Among the few relics in his hanger was a TV, a sleeping space and fridge full of oil which had probably spoiled. Saber folded up his wings and went to sleep, his dreams plagued by nightmares.

[Alfor]

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✦ Male ▎ 24 ▎ 1965 Faultless GT ▎ Crush: Not Interested ▎ Mood: ??? ▎ Tags: Finn ✦

Aeris had simply shaken his hood in reply when Finn asked if he wanted to talk about what was on his mind. He didn't want to tell him about the literal h*ll he's been through... not yet at least. Instead, he stayed silent as Finn and Calypso chatted.Their interaction with each other sparked some curiousity within him.

(everyone does simple coding and then there are my posts xD Its hard to write for Aeris sometimes... he's the silent type.

I still have Wilson in PJ, but he's the "I don't care" type and will most likely be like "cool bruh" to Saber before driving off aimlessly if Saber tries communicating with him. IDK why Fizz likes Wilson, I purposely made him an a-hole lol)

[ZAFTPrime]

Doc - Tag: Miles

Doc watched as Miles drove off, tears running down his hood. In truth, he felt bad about asking Miles that, but he had to know, and now he did. Doc couldn't believe that a car like Miles could have ordered Lightning, the car he saw as a son, dead, but the truth was before him. As much as Doc wanted to feel anger, instead, he felt guilt for making Miles feel so bad. It was rather odd to say the least.

The midnight blue racecar gritted his teeth before he scoffed a tire on the floor in frustration. Miles was sure to hate him now, but then again, it was well-deserved after what he asked. Perhaps he had been a bit too harsh on the Branford in his earlier statement, but...Doc shook his front. Miles nearly killed Lightning! How could he deserve forgiveness?! After that show of emotion though, Doc was having second thoughts. Miles surely couldn't be that bad...right?

He didn't know what to think anymore. In all honesty, Doc was at a loss as to what to think of Miles Axlerod. There was more to him than expected, that was for sure, but at the same time, he had nearly destroyed the fuel industry for alternative fuels, and killed an agent while nearly taking the life of Lightning. So while most could see him only as a terrorist, and while Finn saw him as the most evil of cars, Doc was feeling conflicted on how to view Miles. His experiences as a doctor were telling him one thing, his training as an agent was telling him another, and his paternal attachment to Lightning was telling him yet another thing. Doc wasn't sure which he could trust. Sighing, Doc decided to do something he hadn't done in years since his time as a racer. He decided to trust his gut, which had helped him when he had been racing.

Doc made his way back towards Miles, knowing what he was doing was probably crazy, but it was needed.

"Miles?" He asked in a soft voice. "I...I'm sorry..." Doc wasn't one to really apologize, but when he did, it was often a big thing for him to do. "I'm sorry for the way I acted...and for asking such a stupid question. It was wrong of me to do so." He added as he looked at the floor.

Doc then gritted his teeth. "I should be, by all rights, feeling anger towards you. But I don't! And that's what's bothering me. I never felt any anger towards you, save for when we first met. But now...now I don't feel anything like that. Instead, I feel bad about what I did. I suppose it's well-deserved if you don't want to be around me anymore, but I just wanted to say I'm sorry." His tone was softer now.

"To be honest, I..." Doc sighed at this point. "My experiences as a doctor are telling me to give you a chance, but my training as an agent and personal connection with Lightning are telling me not to. I don't know which to go with, so I'm just going with my gut on this and giving you a chance. Trusting my gut...I haven't done that since my days as a racer myself. But it served me well when on the track, so I don't see how it could fail now." A slight chuckle escaped him at that last comment.

[adelphi prime.]

Otter - Tags: Skila

As Otter listened, he blushed red hot, pink showing across his brownish cheeks. He had to admit he was properly embarrassed when she mentioned his quiet nature. It was true he didn't speak quite as much as he used to... or, rather, he didn't simply talk for talking's sake anymore. His silence was especially loud around Skila -his love for her making it even more difficult than he would admit.

When Skila mentioned moving on, he had to admit he was relieved. Whistling softly for Luka, he nodded. "It was most certainly Pike," he confirmed darkly, "I'd recognize him anywhere. And besides, he responded to the name and knew that I'd caused his death." The subject was a tender spot that Otter wanted to avoid for the time being. "But the vision was certainly real. I believe it just as much as I know I am not talking to an apparition of the past." He grinned a bit, "That being you."

[Dusty Crophopper]

Miles - Tags: Doc

Miles nearly jumped as he felt a presence beside him, and screeched his tires a bit as he backed away to see who it was... oh... it was... Doc. Panic began to rise within Miles's belly here, as he felt like Doc might be hunting him down after all! Not good! He had to escape! But there was no... accusatory tone... no dark or threatening gestures... it was just... Doc... talking softly to him, but why? "You're what?" he asked, as if not believing that or having heard it properly. "You're... sorry? What do you have to be sorry for?" Miles asked in an incredulous tone. "You didn't nearly get someone killed!" But it was about asking a stupid question... but Miles knew there were no stupid questions when it came to him...

The Branford raised a brow at Doc not feeling any anger towards him... well of all the bizarre... situations to get into! "I-I don't think... you've done anything worth apologizing for though!" He blinked his eyes rapidly to clear the tears, and sniffled a little. "You asked a valid question and I answered knowing full well the consequences!" He pointed out here. He waited for Doc to explain his gut feeling, and that was to give him a chance. "It's... you... why?" he asked breathlessly, still blinking some tears away as he felt a mix of roiling emotions disturbing him now. He felt... weird that Doc would say that, but elated he was being given a chance, yet also terror that Doc was trusting him too. "You know I was considering just going outside to flee and having them blow me up! Kind of like a... well a way out of this mess! I don't... know if I deserve kindness, that's the thing!" he insisted here. "I mean how can you REALLY trust me after all?" he asked nervously.

Skila - Tags: Otter

As Skila turned slightly to ensure Otter was following her, she caught the bright red flush of his skin, and even under his paint it was showing through. She blinked at this, wondering why he was so... embarrassed. Was he... did he... see her in some sort of... special way? Was he really... attracted to her... or had feelings for her? This thought made her uneasy, given her current status with Ibex, but she said nothing on it, turning to keep moving, though her rudder accidentally brushed Otter's nose without her meaning to, she inwardly wincing as she felt that. Drat! Hadn't meant to do that!

She picked up the pace to move ahead of him, not wanting him to get any ideas. She listened as he mentioned definitely speaking to Pike, and that the specter somehow knew... details he shouldn't know... unless of course it was really Pike. So Otter was either insane... or this was real. But from what she'd heard today... it was real. She caught him grinning in her direction, and she rolled her eyes, but found he was talking to her at least so... it was a start. Despite her not wanting to... she caught herself smiling back at his almost... childlike enthusiasm... he was so innocent now... so... kind of cute in a way.

She snapped her eyes closed and wondered just what the heck had gotten into her. Shaking her front, she scowled now to banish the smile. Nothing like a good frown to set her head straight! "I see... so this... Pike... he was... knowing you caused his death. Heheh." she let out just a very small chuckle at his statement about her. "Yeah... I'm not some ghost Otter... don't worry." she reassured him, the door ahead of her sliding open with a hiss and leading out to a much more open room now... it was the recreation area for the agents, with a race track, weights, and a large roof that stretched above them, curling up into a dome. "Wow!" she breathed, impressed at the sheer size of it.

She decided to test something now, smirking and looking behind her. "Say Otter... if you could get your vision back... what's the first thing you'd want to see?" she asked, posing it as an innocent enough question on the surface. She watched his face and body carefully for even the slightest of movements to see just how he'd react.