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P1 Prime: The Days Between.

Posted by EditorFor group archive 1
Editor
GM, 323 posts
Wed 6 May 2020
at 02:20
  • msg #1

P1 Prime: The Days Between

There's a war on. Still, it isn't all blood and bombs.

Life goes on in London, despite the recent bombing. The center of the city is cordoned off. The cordons are patrolled by soldiers and police, who turn citizens back for their own good. At night, the entire district glows blue. However, the city is huge, and many of the districts were untouched. "Keep calm and carry on. There'll always be an England."

The masked heroes who saved the day have a few precious moments to themselves. Doubtless the War Bureau is even now scheming up some vital mission for them to go on. You will surely be contacted in the next few days. Still, there is time.

You may roll to Fit In, or just describe what you are doing in the six days after the Berlin Air Raid.
The Golem
Prime, 84 posts
Being of Earth
Called forth by the word
Wed 6 May 2020
at 04:22
  • msg #2

P1 Prime: The Days Between

The Golem, now in his very unimpressive human form, was making sure to stay close to Miriam. Weather getting her food, clothing, or whatever else she needed-he was there. She did have to remind him to blink and breathe, and he tried to show her affection. He had watched other couples do as such. So he attempted to hold her hand, gently touch her shoulder, or just listen to her every word.

He felt like he should be doing these things, but lacked the knowledge why. There was...a fog in his mind. Always there, cutting off memory and detail. He knew her husband...her before husband...knew the things that made her happy. However, he did not. It angered him, that she felt so alone even when he was so close to her. He could feel her emotions, but he could not read her thoughts.

He was bound to her, always and forever. Which was no comfort to this new widow. She who was still in morning, despite the parody of a husband who hung on her every word.
Devil Dog
Prime, 167 posts
Lakota-Sioux and Proud
US Marine Raider
Wed 6 May 2020
at 18:04
  • msg #3

P1 Prime: The Days Between

Attempting to fit in with Centipede or his alter ego.
14:01, Today: Devil Dog rolled 8 using 2d6.  Fit In.

Frank went to a bar. He had a whiskey in one hand and was sitting alone. Occasionally he sipped it.
Krsnik
Prime, 6 posts
Thu 7 May 2020
at 03:15
  • msg #4

P1 Prime: The Days Between

Ljudmil had never been to London before. He had rarely ventured far beyond the outskirts of Oricevo---a country village, and never beyond Austria-Hungary, Yugoslavia, or whichever invading power now laid claim to his Slovenian homeland. He had heard stories about the ancient and modern marvels that existed of the seat of the British Empire, such as gigantic clock towers standing tall above centuries-old palaces. However, seeing these things in person was awe-inspiring.

Seeing the carnage from the aftermath of the bombing was equally horrifying.

The battle might have ended, but the consequences still remain. Buildings are burned out and broken. Families are struggling to make their way through the rubble, doing their best to patch together shattered dreams.

Ljudmil watches the Londoners doing their best to "keep calm and carry on." He sits high above them, his toes tightly gripping his perch. He listens to the worried chatter of the other pigeons beside him. Like the people below, they are struggling to come to terms with what has just happened. Ancient roosts long thought to be safe were laid to waste by Nazi ordinance, and they had no hands with which to carry their eggs to safety. Now they mourn their own dead, and wonder if last night was the end or merely the beginning.

Now, Ljudmil is walking down the street. He picks his way around refuse and debris with feline balance and grace. The Londoners on the sidewalks pay him no heed. A cat is beneath their concern so long as it stays out from underfoot---a lesson Ljudmil remembers with the occasional twinge of pain from his still-tender tail and bruised ribs. He soon reaches the city block the pigeons were discussing. It is cordoned off, with British Bobbies keeping people from braving the ruins. They seem to have no issue letting cats through, and Ljudmil pads past them without nary a word.

Many of the buildings in this block are completely pulverized. Based on their design and neighboring blocks, they appear to be residential. Ljudmil takes a seat and surveys the damage. As he does, he hears the sound of scrabbling from one of the ruins. He gets off his haunches and makes his way in the direction of the sound. As he gets closer, it becomes clearer and clearer that Ljudmil is hearing fingernails scraping on broken plaster. He pokes his head through a gap, and spots the struggling survivor trying to dig his way to freedom.

Ljudmil breaks into a sprint, vaulting over broken chunks of mortar and concrete as he makes his way back to the Bobbies. He has picked a friendlier, less imposing form for making first contact with the inhabitants of this strange new land. Once he spots the Bobbies, he barks and whines. He takes hold of one of their pant legs with his canines and tugs, trying to get the Bobby to follow him. The process feels painfully slow, but it is much simpler than the alternative---speaking a foreign tongue with an uncommon accent, revealing that he has no papers to justify his presence, and that he is acting in accordance with his oath to Old Gods unknown in this land. However, one Bobby soon understands his intentions, and Ljudmil leads a few of them through the debris to the survivor.

Once they hear the person struggling, the Bobbies snap into action. They begin picking through the debris as Ljudmil watches. He could help them, but not in this form. He could change, but such a distraction might do more harm than good. Instead, Ljudmil waits until he sees the Bobbies pull the free. Then, he is gone.

There are others in the city whose lives are still in danger. There are others who will need a Krsnik's help.
Centipede
Prime, 80 posts
Assassin trained
Peace aimed
Thu 7 May 2020
at 17:59
  • msg #5

P1 Prime: The Days Between

13:50, Today: Centipede rolled 9 using 2d6+2.  Fit in Roll. War Bureau .


He tried to fit in and become a local.  To blend in and learn and be a Londoner.  He tried to check in with his team, especially since a few of them were from around here as well. But his accent always made his stand a little apart even in the middle of a crowd.

Of course, it wasn’t all play with him. He checked in with the War Bureau from time to time to ensure he wasn’t needed elsewhere, file reports, and do the other duties of special forces operative.

Centipede spent some time walking around and trying to enjoy London.  Of course, several buildings were bombed out and the food wasn’t great, which he hears is a condition before the war came to the city, but he had an appreciable time. There was still some nightlife and a mix of people to speak with and drink at pubs, so he wasn’t bored.

Going into a pub one of these nights he saw a familiar face with a familiar accent. “Frank, how’s it going?“ he waved over to the bartender and using hand signals ordered two of whatever Frank had been drinking. “I’ll tell you something brother, everywhere you go, whiskey always good. One of the great equalizers. Haha”
This message was last edited by the player at 23:07, Fri 08 May 2020.
Amber
Prime, 106 posts
British archaeologist
Barbara Marie Wells
Sat 9 May 2020
at 19:16
  • msg #6

P1 Prime: The Days Between

For Barbara Wells, the aftermath was far more emotionally profound, and very heart wrenching.

She was native English, and just a foreign national of the US.  Born and raised in Brighton -- an hour and forty five minute drive from London, along the southern coast.  The first two days that followed were consumed with desperate, urgent phone calls, in an attempt to learn the state and condition of anyone and everyone that mattered to her here in London.   For each one that answered, she breathed a sigh of grateful relief.   For each that didn't -- she used what resources she had, civilian or otherwise, to get information.

Once that contrastingly grim and hopeful process was complete, it came down to three:

There was a young secondary school teacher, of ancient history, whom she'd remained friends with, and who had relocated to London, around the time Barbara had left to attend university.   Barbara was shattered to learn that she'd been killed, and spent a pair of hours just grieving, and reliving memories of such wonderful conversations. She wrote to the family, and offered her help, if there was anyway in which it was needed.

There was an ex-boyfriend -- married now, whose legs had been crushed, and who was in the hospital.   For the moment, he was stable in a medically induced coma, surrounded by family, including his wife.  There was nothing she could presently do, but sent a get well card for him to read when he woke up.      She contemplated her ring, after she wrote it.  She could heal injury -- up to a point. And it needed painstaking focus and concentration.  So something such as that?  She wasn't sure -- but did plan to explore the possibility, at some point after he was released from the hospital.

Then there was her cousin, Sally Addington.   Yes...the lovable, goofy blacksheep of the extended Wells family.   And the nearest to a sibling that Barbara had.   Sally was missing.  As was her live in boyfriend.   And her aunt and uncle, as well as her guy's parents were frightened, almost wrecked.  Of course, Barbara assured them she'd do what she could...

After some time, she learned that they'd gone camping out in Dartmoor National Park, over two hundred miles away, and simply neglected to tell anyone.  It was so like Sally that Barbara enjoyed a good laugh, along with some tears of relief once she found out.  Needless to say, all four parents were too overjoyed in getting the news to hold even a trace of anger.

Once done, she was emotionally fatigued.   But that didn't mean she was going to relax just yet.   She ventured out into the community, and helped out in volunteer capacities, both in alliance with the local authorities, as well as independently.
This message was last edited by the player at 19:32, Sat 09 May 2020.
Editor
GM, 333 posts
Sun 10 May 2020
at 03:57
  • msg #7

P1 Prime: The Days Between

It has been one week since the Berlin Air Raid, and the subsequent London Bombing. The masked heroes of the night have been kept out of the limelight. The official story lauded the brave soldiers of the British army and the heroic leadership of the king himself. The War Bureau sent instructions early on: keep quiet, and wait for instructions.

Instructions came on the morning of the seventh day. Still in civilian guise, you assemble in a hotel in Knightsbridge. Previously your meetings were much closer to the War Office, but that area is too close to the epicentre of the bomb blast.

You enter the hotel's main floor and are greeted by your contact. He introduces himself as Agent Hamadi, and beckons you to follow him.

You take the stairs down into the basement. Hamadi reminds you of the primary rule of protocol in a War Bureau audience: The War Bureau will not address you directly, nor are you to address them directly. All communications go through the Agent.

Although you are in a basement of a hotel rather than a large hall in the centre of London, the differences are less prominent than the similarities. The room is dark. An oval table has been set in the middle of the room with an electric light on it. Six chairs are set around it; five are on one side, while the Agent's is on the far side. When he takes his seat, his back is to the bench behind him.

The bench is similar to the mighty, intimidating benches of the Justices of the Privy Council. It is semi-circular, allowing each member of the War Bureau to see everyone at a glance.

The other odd thing about the War Bureau's protocol, although it does not impact you directly, is that none of them have names. Rather, they have titles. These titles indicate what part of the war they are responsible for overseeing. A question might be directed to 'Munitions' or 'North Sea.' Each one of the five has several titles in their portfolio.

The lineup of the War Bureau changes with every audience. Some members are the same for awhile, but the only one who has been the same for every meeting is the one they call Central. He has other titles too, but he seems to be the one who gives the orders and receives their reports.

"Logistics, status on mechanization?" asks the brown-skinned, grey-haired man of indeterminate ethnicity.

Logistics, a deeply dark-skinned woman, opens one of her many files. "Twenty-eight percent complete overall, but almost fifty-eight percent for the air force."

"Good. Colonies, send word to PM King calling for an update on the steel we were promised."

The ongoing meeting of the War Bureau continues as you take your seats. The Agent faces you, waiting with baited breath. It's hard not to be nervous with the electricity in the air.
Devil Dog
Prime, 169 posts
Lakota-Sioux and Proud
US Marine Raider
Mon 11 May 2020
at 13:31
  • msg #8

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

Centipede:
13:50, Today: Centipede rolled 9 using 2d6+2.  Fit in Roll. War Bureau .


He tried to fit in and become a local.  To blend in and learn and be a Londoner.  He tried to check in with his team, especially since a few of them were from around here as well. But his accent always made his stand a little apart even in the middle of a crowd.

Of course, it wasn’t all play with him. He checked in with the War Bureau from time to time to ensure he wasn’t needed elsewhere, file reports, and do the other duties of special forces operative.

Centipede spent some time walking around and trying to enjoy London.  Of course, several buildings were bombed out and the food wasn’t great, which he hears is a condition before the war came to the city, but he had an appreciable time. There was still some nightlife and a mix of people to speak with and drink at pubs, so he wasn’t bored.

Going into a pub one of these nights he saw a familiar face with a familiar accent. “Frank, how’s it going?“ he waved over to the bartender and using hand signals ordered two of whatever Frank had been drinking. “I’ll tell you something brother, everywhere you go, whiskey always good. One of the great equalizers. Haha”


Frank had trouble placing Centipede. He knew the voice but couldn’t figure from where. ”Have we been introduced? You know my name, but...I cannot place you. I apologize.”
The Golem
Prime, 87 posts
Being of Earth
Called forth by the word
Mon 11 May 2020
at 16:51
  • msg #9

P1 Prime: The Days Between

In reply to Editor (msg # 7):

Avram walks in, quiet as his earthen counterpart. His black suit looks no worse for wear, despite the fact he never seems to change clothes despite the situation. He takes off his hat, and only sits when he notices everybody else sitting. He stares at each person at the table, unblinking and unbreathing. However, Miriam is in another part of the room, trying to gesture to him. Using her hands to make the 'breathe' signal, which he then proceeds to do.
Krsnik
Prime, 10 posts
Wed 13 May 2020
at 05:57
  • msg #10

P1 Prime: The Days Between

Ljudmil quietly takes his seat. He does his best to stay quiet and unobtrusive, feeling quite out of place in the buzzing War Bureau. The British officers all appear to be dressed in sharp uniforms or elegant suits. Ljudmil, on the other hand, is dressed in the clothes of his past life: a simple cotton shirt, brown trousers, and well-worn leather boots.

He smiles nervously at the Agent Hamadi.

"Dober Dan---uh, er---Good day," he says in thickly accented English.
Centipede
Prime, 82 posts
Assassin trained
Peace aimed
Wed 13 May 2020
at 15:34
  • msg #11

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

Devil Dog:
Frank had trouble placing Centipede. He knew the voice but couldn’t figure from where. ”Have we been introduced? You know my name, but...I cannot place you. I apologize.”

A smile flashes across his face as he takes his first sip. “Apologies bud. I guess you don’t recognize me without my other 98 legs. “ The second part of this he says sotto voce, so no one else can hear, and looks Frank in the eye waiting for a sign of recognition. “Sam. Let me buy you a drink.



War Bureau
Sam takes a seat near his comrades but apart. Hidden in a bit of deep shadow. He’s privy to these meetings in a way some of these others are not, so he’s not terribly impressed anymore.

These are never fun, but always enlightening if you can put enough clues to get or stay e long enough.
Devil Dog
Prime, 170 posts
Lakota-Sioux and Proud
US Marine Raider
Wed 13 May 2020
at 15:41
  • msg #12

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

Frank is still baffled. OOC: Investigation is +0, so yea not his bailiwick

”Legs? I’m sorry...”

[Private to Centipede: LOL, just cover everything but your eyes. He will figure it out. LOL]
Editor
GM, 337 posts
Wed 13 May 2020
at 19:13
  • msg #13

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

Your brief catch-up pauses as the one called Central passes down a thick folder to the Agent. "Agent, catch them up and brief them on Operation Eagle."

The War Bureau resumes their discussion, veering between topics like foreign elections and the climate.

The Agent takes the file and opens it on the table. He clears his throat and begins.

"Several months ago, the Nazis began work on a new project code-named 'Magos.' It seemed to require exotic materials and had little in common with conventional projects. It was considered a tertiary subject for espionage.

The agent looks uncomfortable. "That has changed. The bomb last week was an example of a 'Magos Bomb.' The Magos bomb is capable of previously-inconceivable levels of energy release. In addition, it seems to have unpredictable effects on the environment. Materials, including dust, saturated with its energy will remain dangerous to anyone who is near them for any length of time."

Agent Hamadi looks up at you, one to the next, uncomfortably. He clears his throat again.

"We have located the origin point of the bomber that dropped the Magos bomb. It originated at a new airbase on the northern coast of France. It is one of the closest points to London that the French coast offers.

"We have deduced from this that the Magos bomb is difficult to transport to a bombing target, perhaps because it is volatile or very heavy. It follows then that if the Nazis intend to drop a second bomb, they will use the same airbase."

Hamadi passes a few photographs around the table for you to look at. "Some of these are aerial photography, and others were provided by sympathetic locals. They show the new base, which has been called Startrampe Grau by the Luftwaffe and is designated Target Bronze for your next mission.

"Your mission is to conduct reconnaissance on the base. The time has passed for subtlety, so use whatever force is required. Determine if another Magos bomb is on the base, and any other information you can related to the Magos project. As a secondary objective, ruin the base. In particular, destroy any anti-aircraft weapons."

Agent Hamadi finishes speaking, and he folds his hands in front of him.
This message was last edited by the GM at 00:46, Thu 14 May 2020.
Amber
Prime, 109 posts
British archaeologist
Barbara Marie Wells
Wed 13 May 2020
at 23:16
  • msg #14

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

Barbara was dressed in a white blouse and navy blue pencil skirt -- decent quality, nothing frilly or ostentatious.    Unlike most of the others, she seated herself in the middle, right out in the open.   This kind of thing was a foreign world for her, and she well recognized her ignorance. However, she had stood in the remains of an ancient, advanced civilization and had dialogs with a computer. And recently stood fast and prevailed against the undead, amongst other threats.   So while she was mindful of the fact that she was on unfamiliar turf here, she also did not find this to be the least bit intimidating.

After being briefed, she ventured to agent Hamadi: "The Magos Bomb is a uniquely horrific weapon. All four of us can testify to that. And any mission aimed at preventing more of that is utterly critical.  These exotic materials you mention...I don't suppose you know what they specifically are?  Is there a list we might read?"   

Barbara was aware of the other two faces she didn't recognize.  The brunette, who'd gestured at Avram...she strongly supposed that was Miriam, whom he'd spoken of a number of times.  Whoever it was, the composed poker face she wore hinted at little.  The man who spoke in what sounded like a Slavic accent...she had no clue at all.
This message was last edited by the player at 23:19, Wed 13 May 2020.
The Golem
Prime, 92 posts
Being of Earth
Called forth by the word
Thu 14 May 2020
at 01:13
  • msg #15

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

"We will not let another city fall under its power." Avram said. While not having the Golem's deep ponderous voice, he had the same slow, emotionless manner of the earthen giants speech.
This message was last edited by the player at 02:52, Fri 15 May 2020.
Devil Dog
Prime, 171 posts
Lakota-Sioux and Proud
US Marine Raider
Thu 14 May 2020
at 12:39
  • msg #16

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

Meeting
”Listen, this isn’t some party, this is a military operation. We need some kind of cover. I can fly us in there, but that is a very heavily fortified area. Alternately we could use a boat, I can pilot a small one well enough. We were just in the right place at the right time before, but this will require planning and precision.” Frank took a long look at whatever intelligence was available, trying to get an idea of where they might insert.

”Regardless, we need an exit strategy. Perhaps fly in and boat out?”

08:40, Today: Devil Dog rolled 8 using 2d6.  Investigate - Examine.
What here is not what is appears to be?

This message was last edited by the player at 12:42, Thu 14 May 2020.
Editor
GM, 342 posts
Thu 14 May 2020
at 17:22
  • msg #17

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

"Information on the Magos program is... spotty. It seemed to be one of several research and development projects competing for resources. Even now that we know one of the products of the research, it is hard to put together the pieces. We can scarcely credit its speed. In just a short time, the Magos bomb has gone from a proposal to a completed project. One would think it would take years for something like that. The Nazis are so disorganized, but this time..." Hamadi shakes his head.

Devil Dog looks through the photographs. They are long-range shots taken in a hurry, so details are hard to make out. They best depict the outside perimeter.

The enemy airbase is on a hill on the coast. The edge of the base borders on the cliff that descends fairly sharply down into the sea.

The base is built on a hill. Once it was three hills close together. Earth-moving efforts dismantled one to get enough spoil to fill the gap between the other two. Now it is a wide escarpment. There are two walls ringing the base itself.

The furthest one was little more than a chain-link fence, perhaps eight feet high and topped with barbed wire. It rings the entire hill, just as the ground begins to rise up. There were several points of access from the nearby dirt roads. These positions are guarded by soldiers who have set up machine-gun nests behind sand-bags.

Between the two walls is a half-kilometer's walk up the hill. Signs are posted that warn of land mines planted under the grass.

The second barrier is much more intimidating. It is a flat steel wall, perhaps twelve feet high in most places. There are several towers standing just inside it. The pictures do not depict the towers' canopies well, but these would seem like ideal places for sharpshooters and machine-guns. They have a commanding view over the minefields.

The interior of the airbase is only depicted by spotty aerial photography. You can make out a single runway that ends at the cliff-side. There are several buildings around it, and several tiny structures that look a bit like towers.

Devil Dog peers at one picture that stands out. It is the worst one of the lot. It is dark, blurry, and distant. This one's note reads that it was taken by a local on a very small boat off the coast, at the bottom of the cliff. Clearly the sea was not calm that day. It just looks like a picture of rock, in any case. If there weren't a trace bit of sky at the top, it would be hard to tell what direction was up.

Devil Dog is fairly sure he could climb that cliff.
Krsnik
Prime, 13 posts
Fri 15 May 2020
at 01:50
  • msg #18

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

Ljudmil grits his teeth as he listens to the briefing, making sure that he understands everything that the War Bureau presents them. He lets the others speak first, hoping that they can answer some of his own questions. He appears perplexed at the word "Magos."

"Sorry, I ask question," he says with a sheepish grimace. He places his hand on his chest. "I speak English little." He follows this phrase by pointing to his ears and his temple. "But I hear and here more English. I try ask. You say 'Magos.' Is this mean 'magic?'"
Editor
GM, 343 posts
Fri 15 May 2020
at 01:55
  • msg #19

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

"'Magos' is the name the Germans gave the research project that produced the bomb. We've adapted it to refer to the Magos bomb that was used on the attack on London, one week ago. Apparently it means 'wizard' or something similar, so you're not far off. It could just be a code-name."

Agent Hamadi doesn't enumerate the obvious alternative: that the project is actually some sort of magic. For most people in the world, the idea of a magical bomb is absurd. To the people in this room, magic is a reality, even if it isn't well understood. Could the Nazis be working with magic to create weapons? Could it be that they have a better understanding of magic than you?
Amber
Prime, 112 posts
British archaeologist
Barbara Marie Wells
Sat 16 May 2020
at 18:37
  • msg #20

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

Nowhere as savvy as Frank where it came to logistics or strategy, Barbara was more than happy to have him analyze and propose an approach.    Once the newcomer asked the question regarding Magos and its definition, she listened pensively to the answer.

She was blunt on the matter: "For anyone that believes the occult is too much of a stretch, please see my detailed report about the enemy, and also the queen's state before that enemy was banished.  And please explain to me -- with contemporary science -- what sort of radiation is capable of animating cadavers -- not as shambling, mindless zombies -- but in a state where they can coordinate well enough to understand and use artillery?"   She held up the hand with the ring:

"There is this too to consider:  what I use seems magical, but apparently accords with science far in advance of what we know. Maybe it's all a matter of universal law, and knowing how to manipulate it. Maybe we should be even more concerned the Nazis call it magic, meaning they don't truly understand what they tamper with? It wouldn't surprise me, they can't possibly have done much testing, in the time they've had."     

"And I'm sorry to point, sir," turning to point at Ljudmil, "but who is this, and why is he here?" looking back at Agent Hamadi.
This message was last edited by the player at 18:40, Sat 16 May 2020.
Krsnik
Prime, 14 posts
Sat 16 May 2020
at 21:19
  • msg #21

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

Ljudmil grimaces at Hamadi's answer. He nods in agreement with the British woman's answer, and takes note of the ring around her finger.

"Is bad if Nazis have magic. Maybe don't know how use well. If like Vile and Old Gods, those who give magic ask big price. Wonder what big price Nazis pay.

"I have more question. Is safe to see bomb site? Maybe we find clue."

Devil Dog
Prime, 172 posts
Lakota-Sioux and Proud
US Marine Raider
Mon 18 May 2020
at 13:10
  • msg #22

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

Frank spent a lot of time pouring over the maps and the phtotos. He kept coming back to one picture in particular, and he is holding it now as he finally speaks. ”Magic or not, don’t make a heck of a lot of difference. We gotta job to do.” He turned the picture around so that the rest could see it. ”I can free climb this, and pull a couple of you along. It’s made outta dirt and rock, which is big man’s thing,” he nodded to Avram (sp?) and continued. ”We take a fishing boat to the base of the cliffs. We bring along some way to signal the boat when we need a return ride. We rappell down the side.”

He leaned back, ”My only concerns are cover or distraction. If the ratzis see us coming they can pick us off or chew us up from the top of the ridge without ever having to engage us. We gotta do this quiet like.” Finally his eyes fell on Ljudmil, ”Sorry buddy, but us four already been through that hell, and I for one ain’t going back unless it’s to put a bullet in Hitler himself. The rest of us made it outta that by the skin of our teeth and we’re kinda partial to each other. So, bein’ blunt, whata you got that we need?”
This message was last edited by the player at 16:02, Mon 18 May 2020.
Krsnik
Prime, 16 posts
Mon 18 May 2020
at 14:40
  • msg #23

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

Ljudmil considers the American man's words warily. It takes him a few seconds to respond, either due to deciphering his dialect or choosing the right words.

"You need help," he answers with a shrug and the hint of a smirk. "So I come here to help."
The Golem
Prime, 94 posts
Being of Earth
Called forth by the word
Mon 18 May 2020
at 15:46
  • msg #24

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

In reply to Devil Dog (msg # 22):

Avram nodded at Frank's assessment. "If Tunnels are needed...they can be provided."  He offered. "However, there is...not a great deal of air below." He shrugged, wondering if tunneling was even an acceptable option for the others.
Editor
GM, 345 posts
Mon 18 May 2020
at 18:05
  • msg #25

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

"Codename Krsnik is an ally from elsewhere in the war," explains Hamadi. "He is... well, he is a sort of magic-user who would not be alive if it weren't for inexplicable phenomena. It seems we are fighting fire with fire."

"We can requisition a boat for a stealthy approach, if you decide that's how you want to proceed."
Devil Dog
Prime, 174 posts
Lakota-Sioux and Proud
US Marine Raider
Mon 18 May 2020
at 23:57
  • msg #26

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

Frank spoke up, "When you fight fire with fire, everybody gets burned."
Krsnik
Prime, 17 posts
Tue 19 May 2020
at 00:05
  • msg #27

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

"You have problem with me?" Ljudmil asks the American directly, raising an eyebrow.
Devil Dog
Prime, 176 posts
Lakota-Sioux and Proud
US Marine Raider
Tue 19 May 2020
at 13:47
  • msg #28

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

Frank pinched the bridge of his nose. His thoughts were abrupt, Great, a teenage boy who wants to have a dick measuring contest. Frank looked directly at the man and without sarcasm or petulance he said, ”I wasn’t talking to you. When I am talking to you, you will know it because I will be looking at you, as I am right now. Second, my comment was about a tactic which I strongly disagree with, analagas to fighting fire with fire. The saying itself comes from a failure of tactics, not a success. Shakespear took literary license, after all. You cannot actually fight fire with fire, it simply does not work. You fight fire by smothering it with sand or water, or you use dynamite to burn off all the oxygen. Taking a flamethrower to a fight with a guy who has one too just means you both get burned. An eye for an eye makes everyone blind, have you heard that one? See the way to handle a bully isn’t to meet him or her with equal force, it is to meet with overwhelming force. Hence my statement about putting a bullet in Hitler.”

Frank put both hands on the table and leaned in to that his entire face with in the light. ”I am Major Frank LaCombe, United States Marine Corps, First Raider’s Regiment. I believe I am the ranking officer in the room. I fought the Jin at Pearl Harbor. I fought the Ratzis in London. I hate losing. I am more than willing to entertain alternate point of view or plans on how we, as a unit, can accomplish this mission and to do so with all of us coming out of it alive. If you have something constructive to add to the discussion, please do so. If you want a dick measuring contest, please leave, I have no time or inclination for that behavior. Is that understood?”
Krsnik
Prime, 20 posts
Tue 19 May 2020
at 16:21
  • msg #29

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

Ljudmil listens to the American as he says his piece. He makes a confused expression at the very end, before sighing and shaking his head.

Ni treba prilivati olja v ogenj.

"Major Frank LaCombe, United States Marine Corps, First Raider's Regiment," he says, voice calm and expression sincere, "I Ljudmil Svaro┬×ič. I die before. Killed by Axis. But I live now. To fight Axis. Sometimes bullets do not work. Sometimes sayings do not make true.

"I not know 'dick measuring contest,'"
he continues, "but I guess meaning. Is not my meaning when ask if you have problem with me. I ask because we are team. If you have problem, we need fix. Before mission. We have saying in Oricevo-'Dober pocitek je pol dela.' Is mean 'well begun is half done.' Maybe not true, but I want us well begun.

"If you say we fly, I fly. If you say we swim, I swim. If you say we tunnel, I tunnel. I help. No problem."


OOC:

"Ni treba prilivati olja v ogenj" translates to "We should not make a bad situation even worse by an improper remark.

Devil Dog
Prime, 179 posts
Lakota-Sioux and Proud
US Marine Raider
Tue 19 May 2020
at 16:59
  • msg #30

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

Franks eyes got large and round. He sat down slowly, not out of fear but respect. He nodded once, ”Revenant.” The word came out in a whisper as if it were an exhalted position. ”I believe you. Glad to have you with us.” Frank turned back to Hamadi, ”What can you do to give us a smoke screen or something of the like?”
Centipede
Prime, 83 posts
Assassin trained
Peace aimed
Tue 19 May 2020
at 19:35
  • msg #31

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

Pub

He took another sip of his drink and smiled, rolling his head back. Then, still smiling, he used both hands to cover his face. One covering his face and hair, the other covering his nostrils and mouth. Leaving nothing but a familiar set of intense eyes.

He gave Frank a long moment to soak it in, winked, removed his hands, then finished his drink.

Jog any memories?”


Meeting


Sam continued to sit and scout out the meeting. A new mission. More travel and adventure. Another chance to end the war and fighting and bring about some sort of peace. For someone other than him. That was as good as he could ask for anymore.

He was interested in Krsnik, but figured he’d get a chance to see what he was about in the thick of it all.
Devil Dog
Prime, 180 posts
Lakota-Sioux and Proud
US Marine Raider
Tue 19 May 2020
at 19:42
  • msg #32

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

Centipede:
Pub

He took another sip of his drink and smiled, rolling his head back. Then, still smiling, he used both hands to cover his face. One covering his face and hair, the other covering his nostrils and mouth. Leaving nothing but a familiar set of intense eyes.

He gave Frank a long moment to soak it in, winked, removed his hands, then finished his drink.

Jog any memories?”


It took about three seconds long than it should have. Frank isn’t a dumby he is just very focused. The hint does bring recognition, like Buggs Bunny having a lightbulb appear over his head. ”Oh right! Yea, the rest of them legs. Thanks for being ok with...you know...getting those people out. It made what we had to do a lot easier.”

Then he rapped on the bar to get the barkeeper’s attention, ”How about another for me ‘n one for my buddy here?”

Sure thing pal.

Frank sat back and nodded. ”We a fine pair ain’t we?” He chuckled and shook his head. Then he held up his glass, ”A job well done.”
Amber
Prime, 116 posts
British archaeologist
Barbara Marie Wells
Wed 20 May 2020
at 01:30
  • msg #33

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

Barbara had arched her brows at the exchange between DD and codename Krsnik.   Not out of hearing some of the incredible things that were revealed -- nor even that the dialogue grew a bit heated for a bit.  That was all pretty much par for the course.

But rather because it was (by far) the most words she'd ever heard Frank LaCombe say at any one time.   She smiled a little.   As well as being brave, canny, and diversely effective allies, she had become rather fond of the personalities that comprised this troupe.

She had sat for some moments considering what she'd heard.    And then had something she wanted to understand. She addressed codename Krsnik:

"More help is welcome.  What you can do...sounds...interesting, from what little we've now heard.  If yet too vague to understand what it is you do.   For myself, I would really like to know what brought you back to life.  We just faced a threat that did that - brought the dead back.  Magos bomb radiation is a filthy, grotesque way to do it -  is there then a good way?"
Krsnik
Prime, 23 posts
Wed 20 May 2020
at 04:37
  • msg #34

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

"My way good way," Ljudmil says to the British woman. "Not easy explain, even in mother tongue, but I try.

"I come back with Deed and Oath,"
he begins. "Deed is I try save friends, but I die. Vile see deed. Vile is Faeries in English. Serve Old Gods like Perun. Serve Nature. Vile like good deeds, like heroes. See Living as Stories, and good deeds are good stories. Offer choice. Stay dead, or take Oath. Oath is become Krsnik and serve Old Gods. Vile and Old Gods teach all Krsnik magic---talk with Nature, be like Nature, call on Nature. I fly like bird. I swim like fish. I speak with wolf. Krsnik Oath is use power to protect Living. Help them do good deeds, be heroes, live good stories.

"I keep Oath, I stay with Living,"
he finishes. I break Oath---use powers for evil or try make own story, then I die. Because my story over."

Ljudmil returns to the subject of the Magos bomb and the mission.

"If no want visit, I understand. Mission first, no problem. After mission, I want ask Nature by bomb how they feel. Maybe bomb magic not gone. Poison land. Poison living. Maybe bomb magic spread."

OOC:

I know it's an ominous false cognate, but Vile is prounounced VEE-lay. They are not vile, but good! :-p

Devil Dog
Prime, 181 posts
Lakota-Sioux and Proud
US Marine Raider
Wed 20 May 2020
at 12:51
  • msg #35

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

Frank steepled his fingers in a thoughtful presentation. ”The Great Spirit has made you a Medicine Man. You are to be respected. If you die again, I will sing my death song for you.”
The Golem
Prime, 95 posts
Being of Earth
Called forth by the word
Wed 20 May 2020
at 13:19
  • msg #36

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

Avram nodded along, trying to follow the conversation. Granted he did not understand all of it, but got the very basic gist. He certainly understood the mission directives.

"Welcome to our part of the war, Krsnik." He said. Granted he might have something in common with the man, but truth be told he was not sure about his own death. After all, only the living can die...
This message was last edited by the player at 16:48, Wed 20 May 2020.
Krsnik
Prime, 25 posts
Wed 20 May 2020
at 16:31
  • msg #37

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

"Thank you," Ljudmil says, bowing his head respectfully to Frank LaCombe for the compliment. "You are to be respected, too."

"All of you,"
he gestures toward everyone in the room, from the heroes gathered to the assistants in the back. "You risk own lives to fight evil. Do good deeds. Live good stories."
Amber
Prime, 118 posts
British archaeologist
Barbara Marie Wells
Thu 21 May 2020
at 22:47
  • msg #38

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

She listened to what was described -- mythological figures and faeries spoken of in real terms.  And had no basis on which to assess any of it, even given some of her own fantastic experiences.   It didn't sound rooted in corrupt forces, rather quite the opposite.  And:

"Look, if you're saying you've got a means to feel out the condition of the affected area -- and to rule out or find any remaining evil, then I'm inclined to push for doing it right away. London has suffered badly enough already." 
This message was last edited by the player at 22:49, Thu 21 May 2020.
Krsnik
Prime, 28 posts
Fri 22 May 2020
at 02:09
  • msg #39

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

"I can try," Ljudmil says in answer to the British woman. "I new Krsnik. I still learn magic, so cannot promise. Can ask animals, no problem. Maybe they have answer, but maybe not."
Devil Dog
Prime, 184 posts
Lakota-Sioux and Proud
US Marine Raider
Fri 22 May 2020
at 12:53
  • msg #40

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

Frank shook his head, ”I don’t think we have time for this. If the Ratzis use another of those bombs the Brits might surrender. We have a job to do now, lets focus on that, ok?”
The Golem
Prime, 97 posts
Being of Earth
Called forth by the word
Fri 22 May 2020
at 23:27
  • msg #41

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

Avram nodded, and then gestured over to the woman who seemed to be standing at the edge of the room, along with some others who where doing various tasks for high command. Once she reluctantly came to him, he gestured to the others in introduction.

"Everyone, this is Miriam. She is my w..." He paused, looking at her. He knew what he wanted to say, but was concerned she did not want him to do so. It seemed like reflex for him, but for her...he did not know if she was ready to hear that. "...She is...the reason I am here." He said, correcting himself.

That much was true. He went around the table, introducing her to each member of the team. Most of them would know of her, as Avram would have spoken about her at length if anyone had asked, expect for Krsnik, of course. He had just been introduced.
Miriam Aaronson
Supporting, 54 posts
Sun 24 May 2020
at 19:10
  • msg #42

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

She put a hand, lightly, on Avram's arm.  "Hello to you all.  It is a pleasure. My thanks to you all for your bravery and dedication.  This world is safer because of people like you."   

She smiled slightly, courteously.  However, she still maintained a mostly poker face that hinted at little of anything.
Amber
Prime, 121 posts
British archaeologist
Barbara Marie Wells
Sun 24 May 2020
at 19:20
  • msg #43

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

"Okay...you're right, Frank.  We definitely can't afford another incident of that elsewhere.  This was close to home for me...a good friend was killed, and another probably crippled for life.  But others have lost even more, and we have to prevent it from happening again."

She regarded again the brunette, having been right in her surmise that it was indeed the Miriam of which Avram sometimes spoke.    She's something of a cool character, isn't she? Maybe even detached, like Avram.  But in a different sort of way.  And there's something...awkward, between the two of them...

"A pleasure to meet you too, Miriam. Each of us was given a means by which to make a difference, and we've been trying our damnedest, in that regard."

This message was last edited by the player at 19:36, Sun 24 May 2020.
Krsnik
Prime, 34 posts
Sun 24 May 2020
at 21:22
  • msg #44

Re: P1 Prime: The Days Between

"I understand, no problem," Ljudmil replies in response to the scouting discussion. "I go later."

He nods politely to the woman the pale man introduces.

"Welcome."
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