BigPapaBelial

After the Spring: A Game of Thrones Roleplay [AU]

He most likely will not fit in.

In that case I'll be off. Have fun.

After the Spring: A Game of Thrones Roleplay [AU]

Alright this is the make or breaker.

May I use an already created character with changes to bring it up to present code. If Yes we're gold.

After the Spring: A Game of Thrones Roleplay [AU]

This is if I decide to stick around only.

But if I were to pick a House. It'd have to be House Harlaw of Harlaw Island, and all it's Cadet Branches too perhaps.

After the Spring: A Game of Thrones Roleplay [AU]

Hmm

I'm not sure...I'll keep an eye on it. But whether or not I join is still up in the air.

Band of Bastards- WW2 Heist/Espionage RP

Martin hummed, casually conversing with the officers in the crowd, watching where Lautiz is, as well as keeping track of where everyone else is. He tips his head back, raising a hand and listening to the sound of the music. He didn't need to be told when to act. As the music struck it's high point. And the firing began his other hand snaked under his dress jacket. The man directly to his left blinked turning to look at him. And got a face full of Martin's fist. And a second later the bayonet sword a full 23 inches long, almost a short sword really, came whistling through the air. And bit deep into the officers stomach. The tip appearing out his back even from how deep Martin had buried it. Martin North is on his feet a second later. And saws the blade out of the side of the man stomach. Viscera and blood pouring out. He very nearly cut the man in two above the waist. He ripped the blade free, ignoring the looks on the mens faces around the table he sat at. He lashed out again, the rounded tip of the blade catching another officer across the face. It's mostly superficial but it gets the man off his ass, and stumbling away. Right into the line of fire of one of the guns that are roaring.

Martin turned, and with an almost dance-like move brought the short sword up from below and cleaved a mans face in two. He turned again, and pushed the table as one of the officers grabbed for his silver plated pistol, for some reason he had kept it and it's loaded. The table ramming into the officers stomach, bending him over it. Martin heaved up and pinned the man to the table with the sword bayonet. he tugged, but the blade is stuck. He grabs the pistol from the spasming officers hand, and joins the MG42 and other guns in firing into the group, emptying the magazine of the small compact PPK pistol. Then fishing quickly in the pockets of the man he took it from for a second magazine. He throws the gun away, when he finds none and tears his short sword from the mans back with a crunch of bone as it slides free.

With a flick of the blade he spins around. He'd killed two and assisted in one. As he turns about searching for another target. His suit is flecked with blood, the short sword dripping with it. Gun fire from outside draws his attention, and as the MG42 stops roaring, he goes to check the front door leaving the rest to the others in the room. he looked outside hoping it wasn't a surprise german back up crew. Only to see Nordheim gunning down some of those who managed to escape. He lowered the blade giving it a flick even. "Okay...this was a good beginning." He used his jacket to clean the blade then tossed it into the middle of the pile of bodies. there were no insignia on it to lead back to him, he'd made sure of that a long time ago. No one would look twice at another bloody German uniform when they came through here. He slid the short sword away again, "We better get the fuck out of here. No matter hwo stealthy we think we are. This much action is going to attract attention. And if the Wehrmacht or the Gestapo don't know about it in an hour then the local contingent will soon." He pushed open the door and made his way outside, heading for their get away vehicle.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

AND DONE

Eric hummed, "Yeah going full bore right into the middle of them wouldn't be fun you're right. We're not like Nat and Vic. They'd pull that off without a problem." He checked his magazine count, 8 normal magazines, filled with bog standard 5.56 NATO rounds, 20 rounds each, he'd be able to do some damage with that. It's the other 6 magazines that make abit of a difference. He got the knowledge of how to put Wildcats together from a CSOR soldier some time ago. Just a pinch more propellant, and a squeezed out neck on the part that holds the bullet, and you had a shot that would punch huge holes in material and people. He nodded, "Okay. I think we can do that. Gonna take me abit to pick my way around the perimeter and make my way across open ground up there. But I think I can do it. You get down there. I'll start working my way." He gave his friend and partner a thump on the shoulder. "Move careful." He then broke from position and started his own way across.

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He grunted, scrambling through brambles and over rocks. He sighed, mumbling into his mic, "Shit's pretty bad...All I have to deal with is lots of rocks, thorns and the risk of spraining maybe breaking my ankle up here." He swore in French suddenly as he slipped and slammed his chest on a rock, "Ah....merde" He coughed for abit over the mic before he got moving again, "Goddamn it...that hurt. I'm almost to my position. Give your hole cover there a few rattles every few seconds. Once I'm in position I'll let you know what I can see.

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A little while later Eric looked out from the hide he had built himself on the edge of the ridge. Some rocks to provide cover, and some branches and vegetation to provide concealment. He settled his rifle up on a tall rock he'd placed in front of him, not only would it provide solid cover but the top of it had a slide dip that would allow him to rest the rifle there and not have to worry about his arm going out. He nodded slowly, "Okay...give that lid of yours a shake..." He looked down through his scope, watching scanning, and spotting the shaking lid. He pulled his eye off the scope and looked around, "okay you're off center, near the middle building. No one near you right now. But there is a guy patrolling to the south, if you wait 10 seconds he'll be back behind some stacked barrels and he won't see you. Count...10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...go." He leveled his rifle waiting and watching to make sure his partners gets up and out safely.

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

She's defected to China! well have fun. Where ever you are.

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

I'd really like to, but I think I need to wait for Bee. And I think she is on a walk about.

Band of Bastards- WW2 Heist/Espionage RP

Martin hummed, "Okay, so Lausitz dies, to start off this little plan? I've heard crazier things. Like Operation Barbarossa for instance." He takes a deep breath, "Fine, I'll help. I just hope this means we don't get caught and don't get spotted by anyone that can trace us back to what we're doing. Last thing we need is news of this reaching certain people. My commander in the SS gets word of this. And I'm likely to stand before a firing squad. As are all of us if we're not careful. So let's make this count then." He straightened his uniform some, after doing so with an almost casual motion reaching to the back of his trousers and out of the sheath hidden there pulls out a sword bayonet free. The single edged blade long and with a slight patina, dulling the gleam of the blade. He nods, "I'll do and mingle then. And wait for the signal to cause a little close in chaos." He reached back again and slide the sword bayonet away. The soft hiss of the blade sliding away punctuating his resolve to help in anyway he can.

He looked about, "Anything I should know before I go. Oh...I ought to mention, outside of this room there is no Martin North. It's Uwe Graf, SS Intelligence Officer. We should use that. Being in the Schutzstaffel may open some doors for us while we're out there." He grabbed his hat, tucking it under his arm, "I'll be below." He turned and made for the door, grabbing his half empty tankard as he went, taking his time just in case there was something that needed to be said.

But soon he's back below, slipping into the crowd of guests again, allowing a waitress to refill his tankard. And joining in on a conversation about the current state of the Nazi Party and by extension it's armies and plans. He bantered politely. But now his eyes flitted about, measuring the situation. Laustiz stood amidst the group, the center of attention, it's his party so of course he would be. There are enough men here to make a straight up fight untenable. Unless surprise is used of course. Or someone took a shot from where it's not expected. He wondered if the group upstairs had a sniper or a specialist waiting somewhere to help. He looked around scanning the room, trying to figure out where they could be and how he could help beyond the dicing he intended to do.

Band of Bastards- WW2 Heist/Espionage RP

Okay sorry!

Work this last week was hell. I don't have anything planned here on Sunday. I'll get some sleep and when I wake, I'll be all over finishing the post I started.

EDIT!

Huzzah! Post complete! I hope it's okay.