MegaOscarPwn

The Westminster League Of Extraordinary Individuals (WWII Superhero Spy RP)

Oh yeah John Hurt died.
Only saw him in Spaceballs and Alien.
Lol.

The Westminster League Of Extraordinary Individuals (WWII Superhero Spy RP)

@MegaOscarPwn excuse you? It's not that hard. What're you struggling with?

@RomanAria

EVERYTHING.
I already know English better than everyone at my high school lol, fuck Latin.
It's a dead language after all.
Also I like memes.

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In the Finnish Army, most private-level ranks are branch-specific, and lance corporal is often a reward for exemplary service, while corporal (the first proper NCO rank in the army leads a squad or similar unit.

@Oak7ree

I'm no expert, but I think that's the same way in America.
I don't know how it's handled in Spain lol, got way more important things to think about.
Like latin.
Have you ever tried to learn it?
It's fucking difficult man.

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As you should be.

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.

@Lady Selune

I'm serious ;_;

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Every time I compare my replies to your's I get depressed lol

The Westminster League Of Extraordinary Individuals (WWII Superhero Spy RP)

Óscar comes out of the truck, not noticing as the bottle literally explodes on his belt and soaks his entire side, or the sudden shape-shift of Henry, one of his hands still on his cheek whilst he goes into the plane and listens to Maria "Fuck, fuck, fuck...I'm so fucked, literally fucked, Jesús..." he kept thinking, barely paying attention to the "boss" as he hears the word "Gear", instantly raising an eyebrow and sighing loudly in some relief "W-Well...at least I'll have my shit..." he thinks once again, making his way up to the overhead bins. "Uhm..t-this is totally safe, right? Like, there won't be any...you know, motor problems?" he asks the group in general, shifting trough the baggage as he touches what seems to be a rifle of some sort, quickly backing up and wincing.

He's on edge, he really is, not thinking what would happen to him or not even caring the weeks before, but it all has come down to this. This exact moment, there was no turning back. He looked around, trying to find some comfort in that group, but he just saw a bunch of strangers, one of which either didn't like powers at all or just hated him, those two were as bad as he could think. "Alright, alright...calm down...t-this'll be like when you had to back up that group on that concert...just breathe..." Óscar then starts to take deep breaths, staring at the baggage and moving it to make as much noise as he can, to cover up the obvious shaking and breathing sounds, fixing his hair in a very distressed manner, almost pulling his own hair off.

"Names. Alias...g-got to remember those right? Uhm, I'm Tony...t-that British dude is Henry...wait, was that his alias? Oh fuck, can't remember...oh wait, I-I do...good..." His breathing started to slow down, even tho someone might have noticed it, and if Maria was coincidentally reading his mind right at that exact moment, well, she would know as well. The Spaniard then quickly seats on the...well, seats, putting the harnesses on just in case and faking a smile while looking up to the group "P-Pfft...chilly? I'm half-viking, I think I'll handle it..." he remarks with a chuckle, nervously scratching his beard with a hand "Sure, it's sure, it's safe...".

The Westminster League Of Extraordinary Individuals (WWII Superhero Spy RP)

Now that I think about it, Óscar could just "swim" down by just putting enough water around him and slowly guiding it down, but too risky and edgy :^)

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@MegaOscarPwn Given that her sheet and narration uses "she"...I'm going to say it wasn't an assumption. =P

*happy wiggling* so excited~

Ahaha, while Oscar bothers her because he is lighthearted towards his abilities, Henry just freaked Belasý out. Expect a negative reaction.

In fact. Expect me to write one now.

Hey Oscar. Does...um, Oscar. The character Oscar, does he have any more water on him?

Edit: i'm a derp, it's in his equipment.

@shylarah

Yes, he does carry a bunch of it, and even some "special water", wink wink nudge nudge meme meme.

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@ProphecyDid you just assume her gender?

The Westminster League Of Extraordinary Individuals (WWII Superhero Spy RP)

"Nah, it's alright, I always liked having hard public when I played..." he then raises and lowers his eyebrows in a quick motion, looking at Belasý with a chuckle, his bushy and big eyebrows making him look the exact opposite of what you would expect, resulting in a comedic-toned glance that was done to try and set the mood to a relaxed one again. Óscar never liked stress, in fact, he used to live pretty calmed and without a care...until the powers and all of that.

He started to pat his own knees, moving his head side to side as he seemingly tried to remember a song, looking around "So...anyone here has fear of heights? Because I kinda do..." the Spaniard says, smiling softly and putting his hands on the back of his head, sighing in relief as he feels once again the soft movement of the truck over the paved road of the base, nodding. "Anyways, do you "chicos" mind if I sing while in the plane? I tend to do it when I'm nervous, you know, helps me...calm down...?" the tone wasn't quite affirmative, almost as if he was questioning his own phrases, biting his lower lip.

They were doing it. Holy shit, they were going to jump into France. He didn't think all of this was actually going to happen, he thought it would last for like, months or years until they did. He just realized, there was no way out of this, he was risking his own life and...for what? The Axis was allied with Spain and, well, would it even matter if they won? His parents were already dead, the country was divided and many people died, did it even have any sense to do it at this point?

Óscar buried his face in his hands, trying to look as less suspicious as possible, hunching over his seat to do that exact move as he gently taps Kazia's foot, who was in front of him. He didn't look up, his face covered by his hands as he started to whistle a tune, trying to make himself calm down as well as trying to keep up that "macho" attitude that the mission was expecting off of each and everyone of the guys that formed the crew.