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The seed of a plan was planted, now it was time to give it some time to grow and give it the necessary nourishments. Investors, aye; Money would be a suitable bait for greedy German engineer. A suitable machine for him to invent, some project for him to be involved? That was to be planned. And a suitable way for Sebastien Hirsch to meet Raguel.

The way of dispatching the target was yet to be set in stone, though. Bullet, poison, knife, accident, explosion... They would know more whe they would be in Essen. They would need some good scouting, planning, backup plans, considerable time for planning and for action. Nestori scratched his nose; It itched when he was having his thoughts moving, or then it was a habit to help him focus. He returned to the present. The Canadian, Jean Lem... Something, was standing and pretty much ready to go, and everyone was having the same intend. There perhaps wasn't any more information to be gotten at the moment... But an ale or two with his new collegues wouldn't hurt.

So he drank the last third of his whisky, wiped his lips as he put the glass on the table, and stood up. He cleared his throat as he rose. "Aye... Let's make more plans in Essen. I hope some fine Hotel will be reserved for us, heh heh... "He chuckled and straightened his back. "My name is Nestori Reponen. Nowadays a farmer, before that some rascal against the Russians. Scouting, tracking and Guerrilla warfare is my speciality. I don't speak too much Germany nor do I have an American accent, though I guess I can do my share for ten thousand pounds... But, we'll see that in Essen." He finished his introduction. Enough information to operate with for now, and later he would tell and show later.

Konstantine, Astrid and Jean. Those were his collegues now. A violinist, a farmer, a rebel and a mechanic. It was a merry little band to bring Raguel's sword upon the wretched sinners.
I think it'd be appropriate to post my introduction, as everyone else has done so too.

I will do it asap.
Kentsukan said
Is everything alright with everyone?


No worries! My personal habit is just to put an IC answer on weekends due to work. I don't know if this pace is good enough, though?
Sebastien Hirsch. Man leading western Germany to new age of technology in Essen. Behind that righteous and ambitious man was a ruthless businessman who created machines to torture, kill and make experiments with the unlucky residents. Nestori took another sip from his whisky. It burned his mouth like acid. And as it went down his throat, he had the small spark of murderous intend in him. His lips twitched to a small smirk that he forcefully tried to kill.

Though he started to understand that he wasn't the only one in this group that knew about killing (Of course, though. They wouldn't have been called otherwise). The American man had a man he wanted to be found and killed. Added to the Raguel's list. Killing intent or wish of vengeance so strong that he didn't even take payment. The Swedish woman was already asking details of the manner of this death. She was beautiful, intelligent... And dangerous. And as for the Violin maker... He had been as eager as Nestori to take on this job. He was silent listener, with only one or two comments every now and then. Professional.

Nestori took a deep breath in and blew air slowly through his nostrils as he was thinking about the job. He didn't speak German but a word or five (thanks to a German medic in his team who was among "The Foxes" for a few missions). Nor did he know much about these factories where they made these machine. But perhaps he could work as a paying customer. He tapped his fingers against the glass of whisky, thinking what he'd possibly could ask for.
A small smirk came by his lips as the Swedish woman started to talk again. "If you're to leave now, I think our employers won't be here next time we meet." He said to the woman, before turning his head towards the Rabbi and Captain. "What kind of business is this... Sebastian's engineer business? He creates these small medical items? Or bigger machines too?"
Alright then, advanced by my part.
Nestori had never been in London before, though he had imagined it to be as big and beautiful as Helsinki. He had underestimated the capital of Britain, he knew that the very second that the ship arrived to the harbor. An enormous city reeking with enormous buildings, some of which were still being repaired from war. It was a pity that the town had been a target of Germany bombardment, this fine city and it's civilians. Unfortunately war was like that; those not participating in it would also suffer.

He was good in English, at least people did understand him in London. And he was decent in map-reading, so it wasn't long before he found himself in the Conference room. Five other people around a conference table with drinks on a silver plate. He had taken a glass of fine whisky, though he was not too sure if there were local habits of enjoying it. He was a farmer, his best suit he had- which he was wearing now- was red and white -flannel and a hunting jacket, with leather shoes to accompany with some cotton trousers he saved for finer occasions. He had taken those with spare trousers and another flannel when he had left his farm.

His brother and sister had been asking where he was going, as the fall was coming and they needed to get vegetables in the ground fine time before winter. He had said that there had been job opportunity for him that would help the farm greatly, though he didn't go to detail about what he was going to do. Nestori didn't know either, but as it was related to his military career, he assumed it wasn't anything too nice. However he was willing to do this for his farm. They would need bigger fields, forests of their own and animals if they wanted to live. And the Romani would need payment too. None of them had been special at school, and farming was the only thing they knew they could do. That future had to be saved.
By the time the presentation was over, he had forgotten his farm completely. His whisky had halted on it's way to Nestori's mouth. His hand was shaking a little. The story had been horrendous; Piles of dead bodies, torture, forced infection, terrible end of a life for men, women and children, for Christ's sake. The picture that could be watch only fueled the hatred inside his head.

Nestori knew little about Nazi acts. Finland had sent some of the Jewish people to Germany during the Continuation war and that had outraged people in government. And to think that some of them might have faced a fate such as that... It wasn't a war crime. It was crime against god himself. Main twelve people behind the act were out there in the world, saved by a now dead SS-personnel. The men around the table were to find and assassinate them for fine amount of money and justice. Nestori gritted his teeth together before taking another sip from his whisky.

By the time he had put the glass on the table, the concerns were out there about the success of this mission. Though Captain Farquharson made an excellent selling speech, the american man with blue eyes and short blonde hair was half right. World was a big place, and there was no guarantee that they would find the twelve easily. Nestori didn't think that the mission was futile, however. And neither did the beautiful woman who Nestori thought was from Sweden, judging by dialect. Nestory nodded to the woman's speech before clearing his throat.

"Well, we have a start of a track. And I want to hunt these devil children." Nestori said, giving some pauses between the sentences. He took a small sip from his whisky, licked his lips and then watched at Rabbi and Captain. "But I worry. If I can meet my family while searching them all..."
My apologies for the lack of update; I promised to get the character by Thursday but I got fine amount of activity on that day and the next.

Anyway, here's some beginning for my character that I've thought. I'll keep updating it today.



Please feel free to comment, as this is the first RP I'm partipaticing with in these forums.
Kentsukan said
Oooooh, Finnish! Finnish sniper?


I think Simo Häyhä-type is bit overused, though I admit it came to my mind :D I'll write thing out tomorrow (GMT +2, and yes, I'm Finnish)
Good evening you lot, I have read about this RP and if you're fine with a man writing in moderate pace, I'd be willing to join with a Finnish character.
Good morning, day, evening or night. For me it's afternoon.

I finally decided to join a proper RP forum after a year of RP in WoW and trying one excellent forum RP. I have tried two others before being recommended to google RP forum ( I wonder why I hadn't done before). and finding myself from here

I'm eager to try out some RP this guild has to offer, giving what time I'm going to have. And once again, good afternoon to you lot!
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