Alright you're all in! I plan to get the opening post up on tomorrow night. In the mean time maybe take this moment to coordinate with some of the other posters.
I'm sorry but you have not been accepted. My decision was based on not just the quality of the sheet, but also how I felt the characters would be apart of the group as a whole.
I'm sorry but you have not been accepted. My decision was based on not just the quality of the sheet, but also how I felt the characters would be apart of the group as a whole.
EDIT: Agh, I see I missed the deadline. Never mind, I'll show myself out. That'll teach me for getting too caught up in something to read through a thread.
You will be arriving at a Soviet former research facility, turned training camp in the Murmanak region of Russia. You'll arrive one by one and by separate planes. We will go through a bit of the actual boot-camp but not the entire thing. You'll be arriving mid-july 1940, this is Russia so it will still be incredibly cold.
Standing on one end of an airstrip in the Murmansk Oblast, Thomas Sway lit a cigarette. Thomas, a man better known as Mr. Sterling, was awaiting six very special individuals. These would be the ones who would help him destroy the Reich and mend the world. At least this is what Sway believed; that he was on the side for good. But so does everyone in a war, that's why they fight. Sway was no different, he believed that whatever the cost, the Germans could not be allowed to win this war. Sadly that seemed to be exactly what was happening.
In the past few years German and the Nazi's had made it seem like the Treaty of Versailles had never happend, and they had never been defeated. They had conquered Poland, Czechoslovakia, Austria, and Belgium. In mere months they had forced the French to surrender, and driven the British back to their isle. Their armies seemed unstoppable, a tidal wave of guns, tanks, infantry, and aeroplanes that tore throw whatever obstacle was put in it's way. The victories that future generations would speak of in reverence were pipe-dreams at this point. Defeat seemed inevitable, but even so people kept hope that the tide could turn. So it was natural that Sway watched the skies with great anxiety, and it occurred to him he was probably the only Brit who was hoping to see a plane today. He could only imagine the scene over his home, as Messerschmitts and Spit-fires danced in the skies.
He checked his watch, it was a quarter past ten in the morning, he took another puff from his cigarette and let the nicotine buzz run for a second before taking the cigarette out to talk to the robot who had been ignoring him for the most part. The two of them had been standing on the field for the better part of an hour, waiting for the planes to come. During that entire time the robot, known as Bolshevik, had yet to talk to him once. Sway wasn't sure if Bolshevik didn't like him, or it his metal body simply made him seem stand-offish.
" It's rather chilly for mid-july, isn't it?" Sway asked, trying to coax some small talk out of Bolshevik. This was true however, despite being summer the temperature was still at the freezing point.
"This is Northern Russia." Bolshevik responded, quick, terse, almost as if he was reminding a 70 year old dementia patient where he was.
"Right." Sway decided to not to attempt any further small talk, though briefly considered trying to engage the robot on the topic of Karl Marx, before, then wisely decided to just wait for the planes to come. So their they stood, a Communist robot and a British occultist, waiting for an American PI, a Canadian magi-technician, a French entertainer, a British Pilot, a Texan boxer, and a farmer from South Ontario. These were the ones chosen to be Vanguards.
Alright so we begin, some quick notes.
-Have your characters arrive whenever you are ready to post.
-Unless it makes sense otherwise, assume they are arriving by plane. Besides the pilots they are the only ones on the plane.
-The Battle of Britain has been going on for 1-6 days at this point. (It depends on how you define a battle as starting).
-It has been an abnormally cold Summer in the Murmansk Oblast, temperatures have stayed around freezing.
And finally:
-HAVE FUN!
You may begin posting whenever in the RP whenever you would like to.
Darryl gazed out the window on the opposite end of the plane to the snowy sky. Before he had left home he got together what money he could to buy a thicker coat, he now wondered if that would even come close to keeping him warm enough. Darryl tried to not let this thought take away from his first ever airplane ride. The plane shook slightly and Darryl gripped his seat-belt until it passed.
"Think I'll take the boat back..." Darryl thought.
"We'll be landing in ten," said the pilot from up front.
Darryl nodded at the pilot then checked his luggage. He had managed to fit some clothes and his personal effects into a large duffel bag. His only other luggage was a case that held his gauntlets. It looked like a black briefcase with metal on the edges and several locks. He had thought of taking his trumpet too, but figured he wouldn't be using it. Darryl considered wearing the gauntlets to keep his hands warm, but instead fished out a pair of leather gloves from his other bag. The scenery outside the window changed somewhat as they landed, but the snow stayed just as thick. The co-pilot got up and opened the plane's door as Darryl put on his coat's hood and picked up his bags.
"Mr. Sterling will meet you over there," the co-pilot said, pointing to where Darryl could see two people standing.
"Right, thanks," Darryl said. He thought he heard the co-pilot mutter something else, but couldn't hear over the sudden wind gust. Darryl walked down the stairs and off the plane. He headed towards the two men already there, avoiding a small patch of ice as he did. When he got close enough to see them clearly, he saw that one was very tall with some kind of audio device on his neck and the other wore a silver mask.
"This is going to be interesting," Darryl thought.
"Mr. Sterling?" Darryl asked, to either of them, trying to figure out who was who.
Mr. Sterling stepped forward and extended his right hand to Darryl, " I am, this is our Soviet representative, Bolshevik," He motioned to Bolshevik with his left hand. "Darryl Sitton I presume, we are pleased that you made it, I trust the flight wasn't too rough. You're assistance will help write history. I'll have more to say once you are all here, in the mean time feel free to wander. I've set up a lounge with amenities in the flight-control building if you'd like. Just please be back when the sixth plane touches down. Have any questions?"
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