~~~The European Freedom Fighters!~~~ A Shifted-Reality Second World-War Role-Play Thread!

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Perfect Polish said:
Im here its just can you make those large post into smaller ones. The words kindo start to run together and it gets hard to read.
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(Alright, I'll try to keep that in mind going foreward from here
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Zinnia-Hen said:
( Sorry I haven't been able to get in on this - these pre-Christmas days have been really busy. )
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(Same here; jeez, everything and everyone just seems to get so crazy so fast!)

Fierlin1182 said:
(I am glad to be back on my computer. Typing on mobile phone screens is just great, it seems the more I practise, the higher the frequency it is with which I accidentally hit the "Submit" button.
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I don't think the day will ever come when I am found to be using my mobile phone preferentially for anything other than, you know, making telephone calls.)
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(I tend to have the same problems when I'm trying to post from my phone too.)

Fierlin1182 said:
Kenny was trying to make a list of all the main points in his head, but more often than not found himself distracted by something ridiculous, such as how he wouldn't mind an apple pie right about then. That, he thought hungrily, was the problem with thinking about things.

The plan aside, he thought prospects were looking good for them - it sounded like the attack could potentially be a blazing success and deal the 'other side' a crushing blow. Kenny thought he'd like to be a part of that: although he was not at all patriotic or a man of action, preferring to think of himself as a citizen of the world, the notion of what was "good" or at least "better" liked to appeal to his analytic and weirdly political side from time to time.

"My friends are decent at using weapons. I'm quite useless in that regard though," he admitted. "I can drive, but again not very well. However, I think even I should be able to set something on fire - a few gallons of petrol, we all know the chemistry. The issue would be from where we were to obtain this fortunate vehicle - I'm assuming we don't have that many to spare. If it's got fuel in its tank, we can go from there. If this were what it were to come down to, I can prepare fuses and gunpowder from... well, things one can buy at the right grocery stores." Okay, perhaps Kenny didn't know absolutely nothing. "But detonators are a bit harder. Those are very specialised chemicals..."

Anton and the others didn't look quite so keen to stay out of the main action, but they felt a certain loyalty to Kenny, the guy things always ended up getting quite spirited around. Perhaps there would be a chance to get involved after they were done being pyros at the depot.

Kenny was looking wisely at Anton. He wasn't sure just when he had seemed to adopt this curious role as team leader, but he thought he might as well wear an expression to fit the part. "I know what you're thinking," he said. "But look at it this way... it all starts with the distraction - everything is set into motion and falls in place after that. It's kind of still a useful step of the grand plan to be a part of. Not to mention the first one."
Kenny hoped that made it sound a little more, how shall we say, noble.
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(I'm not sure I fully understand what he was talking about in the sentences I marked up there. Would you please try to explain it to me if you could?)
 
OK, I was just wondering if we were going to set a military vehicle on fire as a distraction, where we would get the vehicle from. Would they just go for one parked on the street? I suppose I'm not so clear on the whole situation myself :p
 
Fierlin1182 said:
OK, I was just wondering if we were going to set a military vehicle on fire as a distraction, where we would get the vehicle from. Would they just go for one parked on the street? I suppose I'm not so clear on the whole situation myself :p
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(Alright, yeah, they would just find a suitable vehicle that was parked nearby and set that on fire to create the distraction.)
 
Fierlin1182 said:
Kenny was trying to make a list of all the main points in his head, but more often than not found himself distracted by something ridiculous, such as how he wouldn't mind an apple pie right about then. That, he thought hungrily, was the problem with thinking about things.

The plan aside, he thought prospects were looking good for them - it sounded like the attack could potentially be a blazing success and deal the 'other side' a crushing blow. Kenny thought he'd like to be a part of that: although he was not at all patriotic or a man of action, preferring to think of himself as a citizen of the world, the notion of what was "good" or at least "better" liked to appeal to his analytic and weirdly political side from time to time.

"My friends are decent at using weapons. I'm quite useless in that regard though," he admitted. "I can drive, but again not very well. However, I think even I should be able to set something on fire - a few gallons of petrol, we all know the chemistry. The issue would be from where we were to obtain this fortunate vehicle - I'm assuming we don't have that many to spare. If it's got fuel in its tank, we can go from there. If this were what it were to come down to, I can prepare fuses and gunpowder from... well, things one can buy at the right grocery stores." Okay, perhaps Kenny didn't know absolutely nothing. "But detonators are a bit harder. Those are very specialised chemicals..."

Anton and the others didn't look quite so keen to stay out of the main action, but they felt a certain loyalty to Kenny, the guy things always ended up getting quite spirited around. Perhaps there would be a chance to get involved after they were done being pyros at the depot.

Kenny was looking wisely at Anton. He wasn't sure just when he had seemed to adopt this curious role as team leader, but he thought he might as well wear an expression to fit the part. "I know what you're thinking," he said. "But look at it this way... it all starts with the distraction - everything is set into motion and falls in place after that. It's kind of still a useful step of the grand plan to be a part of. Not to mention the first one."
Kenny hoped that made it sound a little more, how shall we say, noble.
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"I like how you're making your capabilities known to the rest of us, though I don't think it will have to come down to that tonight," Dirk replied. "We always tend to keep numberous IED's and Molotov cocktails around for times when we might need them, like this. We should be able to find a small, relatively open vehicle, most likely a half-track or a light armoured car or something suitable, and have somebody lob a Molotov or two at it from a concealed spot. Once the vehicle is burning sufficiently and attracting enough of the Germans' attention, we'll have several others run in, grab the Jagdtiger, and quickly get it out of sight." Dirk looked around the room, then said "Anybody else have anything they want to add or share?"

(Although this may not be terribly relavent, it is still military-related and I just wanted to throw it out there for what it's worth. I just uploaded my first "real" video onto Youtube about an hour ago and I think you guys might want to check it out. It's the first episode of a Let's Playseries that I'm starting for Ace Combat 04 Shattered Skies and a few other games. I explain it a little better and more in-depth in the video, so I'm just gonna slap the link to the video on here and wait to (hopefully) get some good feedback.
Here's my main channel as well, just because. http://www.youtube.com/user/trainbrain13/feed )
 
(Can someone bring me up to speed? I know, only six pages, but I know how Trainfullachickens posts: long. :) )

Name: Therese (Teh-RAYSE) O'Hara
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Home Country and Town/Region: Boston, Massachusetts, USA. Irish Catholic. Her mother is from Greece (Hence the name Therese).
Personality: Spunky, impertinent, fiery, friendly, sometimes (often, but she doesn't admit it)sarcastic and stubborn
Appearance/Picture: Dark ginger hair, smoky complexion, huge olive eyes, petite, elven features.
Crush: None yet
BF/GF/Spouse: None
Skill/Talent: Undercover work, spying, disguises, that sort of thing. Language and accent master.
Weapon of Choice: Springfield M1903, American sniper rifle, or the number of sharp implements she keeps at all times.
E.F.F. Home Group: Nancy, France
History: Her parents immigrated to America when they were in their teens. Then they went to Hawaii. A business trip. They both went, but couldn't afford to take her. A good thing too. They were their for the bombing of Pearl Harbor. As soon as she was able, she enlisted to, "Kill those %$#@s who killed my parents." Don't bring it up around her; it's not wise.
Other: You know that racism you talked about? She's pretty bad.
BYC Username: Gertrude McFuzz

(My favorite character, by the way. I'll make another some time.)
 
Gertrude McFuzz said:
(Can someone bring me up to speed? I know, only six pages, but I know how Trainfullachickens posts: long. :) )
Name: Therese (Teh-RAYSE) O'Hara
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Home Country and Town/Region: Boston, Massachusetts, USA. Irish Catholic. Her mother is from Greece (Hence the name Therese).
Personality: Spunky, impertinent, fiery, friendly, sometimes (often, but she doesn't admit it)sarcastic and stubborn
Appearance/Picture: Dark ginger hair, smoky complexion, huge olive eyes, petite, elven features.
Crush: None yet
BF/GF/Spouse: None
Skill/Talent: Undercover work, spying, disguises, that sort of thing. Language and accent master.
Weapon of Choice: Springfield M1903, American sniper rifle, or the number of sharp implements she keeps at all times.
E.F.F. Home Group: Nancy, France
History: Her parents immigrated to America when they were in their teens. Then they went to Hawaii. A business trip. They both went, but couldn't afford to take her. A good thing too. They were their for the bombing of Pearl Harbor. As soon as she was able, she enlisted to, "Kill those %$#@s who killed my parents." Don't bring it up around her; it's not wise.
Other: You know that racism you talked about? She's pretty bad.
BYC Username: Gertrude McFuzz

(My favorite character, by the way. I'll make another some time.)
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(Accepted, you're in. To bring you up to speed, our portion of the resistance is coming up with a plan for tonight's attack. What they have so far, put very briefly, is this: steal a tank-destroyer from a nearby armoured platoon, then gather some other supplies and go strike a major German airbase with some high-priority targets located there. The attack on the airbase is expected to draw forces away from a newly established armoured vehicle factory in the area, which willthen be hit itself by the same group of the E.F.F. once its defending tanks have been diverted to assist at the airbase. That's how its supposed to work out, but not everything always goes exactly as planned, especially in the middle of a near-planetary war, as you can imagine.)
 
(Thank you, O Great One.)

"You know," Therese said thoughtfully, half to herself, "Some girls come to France for vacation. Or romance. I come here to kill people and blow s*** up. Oh, well, to each her own…" She looked around at her companions. Quite a diverse bunch. "What do they have for guards, anyway? Anybody lazy? Because that would be so convenient." She chewed on the end of a lock of her hair, thinking.

Name: Pierre Fontaine
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Home Country and Town/Region: Lyon, France
Personality: Ladies man, flirtatious, smart
Appearance/Picture: Thick black hair, tall, lithe, fair skin, very straight, white teeth.
Crush: Any attractive girl he meets. Oh, wait - does it have to be one?
BF/GF/Spouse: None. You can't expect him to tie himself down like that!
Skill/Talent: Art. Useful for drawing maps and such. And flirting.
Weapon of Choice: M1 carbine
E.F.F. Home Group: Nancy, France
History: Pierre fled Lyon after the bombing and eventually came to Nancy. He decided to fight the people who had attacked his home and take it back.
Other: Don't get too attached to him.
BYC Username: Gertrude McFuzz
 
Gertrude McFuzz said:
(Thank you, O Great One.) "You know," Therese said thoughtfully, half to herself, "Some girls come to France for vacation. Or romance. I come here to kill people and blow s*** up. Oh, well, to each her own…" She looked around at her companions. Quite a diverse bunch. "What do they have for guards, anyway? Anybody lazy? Because that would be so convenient." She chewed on the end of a lock of her hair, thinking.
Name: Pierre Fontaine
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Home Country and Town/Region: Lyon, France
Personality: Ladies man, flirtatious, smart
Appearance/Picture: Thick black hair, tall, lithe, fair skin, very straight, white teeth.
Crush: Any attractive girl he meets. Oh, wait - does it have to be one?
BF/GF/Spouse: None. You can't expect him to tie himself down like that!
Skill/Talent: Art. Useful for drawing maps and such. And flirting.
Weapon of Choice: M1 carbine
E.F.F. Home Group: Nancy, France
History: Pierre fled Lyon after the bombing and eventually came to Nancy. He decided to fight the people who had attacked his home and take it back.
Other: Don't get too attached to him.
BYC Username: Gertrude McFuzz
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(Accepted) Connie stepped over next to Therese as Dirk and the other men talked, and said "You and me both, sister; we're here for the exact same reason. I think we might be able to get along pretty well." She brushed a bit of her long hair out of her face, saying "I'm Connie, Connie Hodges. My brother Dirk is the scar-faced heterochromic one doing most of the talking over there." A man standing behind her stepped inbetween her and Therese and said "Wait, your brother is the legendary 'Baron' Dirk Hodges? 'The Grim Reaper?' 'Wardog One,' the leader of Wardog squadron from the 118th tactical fighter wing, that Dirk Hodges?!" Connie rolled her eyes and said "Yes, he is; now bug off, fan-boy." She reached over and teasingly pushed the annoying young man backwards and moved back over next to Therese. "Sorry about that, it sort of comes with being the attractive sister of the best... 'living' ...fighter pilot in the Allied forces. Did you say your name was before we were rudely interupted?"
 
Gertrude McFuzz said:
(Thank you, O Great One.) "You know," Therese said thoughtfully, half to herself, "Some girls come to France for vacation. Or romance. I come here to kill people and blow s*** up. Oh, well, to each her own…" She looked around at her companions. Quite a diverse bunch. "What do they have for guards, anyway? Anybody lazy? Because that would be so convenient." She chewed on the end of a lock of her hair, thinking.
Name: Pierre Fontaine
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Home Country and Town/Region: Lyon, France
Personality: Ladies man, flirtatious, smart
Appearance/Picture: Thick black hair, tall, lithe, fair skin, very straight, white teeth.
Crush: Any attractive girl he meets. Oh, wait - does it have to be one?
BF/GF/Spouse: None. You can't expect him to tie himself down like that!
Skill/Talent: Art. Useful for drawing maps and such. And flirting.
Weapon of Choice: M1 carbine
E.F.F. Home Group: Nancy, France
History: Pierre fled Lyon after the bombing and eventually came to Nancy. He decided to fight the people who had attacked his home and take it back.
Other: Don't get too attached to him.
BYC Username: Gertrude McFuzz
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(I just realized, I think Antione and Pierre are going to be at each-other's throats over Connie! lol! )
 

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