MegaOscarPwn

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

@ONL
Yeah.
He's gonna be a late ass.
The late ass you're gonna be watching while he sprints up and wins the race.
That tight, spanish and late ass.
Mhm.

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

@ONL@shylarah

Yeah, alright, that was a good one.
Finally he gets some recognition for being an ass.
But a funny ass.
Yes.
Best ass.

Welcome to Geurchville [Criminal/Gang Slice of Life]

I think 6 of us is fine.
We could start with the characters we already have.

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

Well, good shit the spic can control liquids.
He can make his blood flow faster.
AKA More adrenaline.
AKA More energy.
AKA Fast as fuck boi.

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

@shylarah
I got the soundtrack free from Internet. Lol.
But yeah ABBA is amazing.
>The guy that did Star Wars.
>John Williams.

You're lucky I'm studying, cuz I'd ground you for not remembering him.

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

This has nothing to do with the RP.
But Guardians of the Galaxy has such a good fucking soundtrack.
Also Moulin Rouge in it's entirety.
And I've watched Le Miserables today, 10/10.

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

@Bright_Ops

The Spaniard nodded at the Captain, crossing his arms before sighing under his breath "I guess some exercise wouldn't be bad for me..." he said, patting his own belly and smirking slightly "Besides, I can always freeze someone's shoes so I win the race, heh." he thought to himself, before turning his head slightly and looking at the group in general. It wasn't bad, a French guy over there, 2 German siblings, a half-Chinese guy...? He didn't actually know his country, but he was definitely from Asia or something like that. Then we have the Russian woman which was actually quite, uh, let's just say that she could easily win Óscar in arm wrestling. Apart from that, there was also María, the half-Spanish half-Italian lady of the group.

"The best of the Mediterranean, ostias..." he thought, nodding slightly as she saw her around the group "Maybe she hates guys though, best to stay away from her but also have a little bit of fun that doesn't end with my neck on her knife..." Óscar then turned to Johnathan, raising an eyebrow and chuckling loudly as he rubbed his beard "C'mon pal, I can easily beat all of ya in a race up the fuckin' mountain, hmph." he light-heartedly smiled to John "I'm just really lazy. Besides, even though they are indeed beautiful, at least two of them can beat your ass in hand to hand while the other can just seduce you so you let her win...".

The Spaniard lets out a loud laugh, putting a hand on his neck and looking at María, Zhanna and Belasým, waving his hand at them as a very obvious sign that he was slightly more comfortable in this group than he had anticipated, putting his hands behind his back once again as he looks at the Captain "So, sir, anything special planned for today apart from the Currahee?" he asks, tapping his left foot on the ground, quite impatiently. He was REALLY impatient, even though he was as lazy as a wet towel, the Spaniard was always in alert of anything that happened, and that was noted by how he bit his own lips from time to time, making small cuts on them and the tapping of his feet.

Welcome to Geurchville [Criminal/Gang Slice of Life]

I just love how all of you have super cool pictures and I have myself with fucking Thomas the Tank Engine's eyes and mouth.

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

Also, sorry for the not-so-lengthy posts, busy with studies and all of that shit.
Yes, shit.
I don't even know what I want to be when I finish studying.
I'm fucked :^).

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

The Spaniard backed up in surprise, frowning his eyebrows as he just waved his hand at him "Yeah, blame me for choosing vida over death..." he says to himself, going into the nearest dormitory to change. Pulling up his shirt as he winces in pain, an old scar still haunting him to today. It was located near the waist, almost 2 inches in length and presumably made with the pointy end of some weapon, more than likely a knife or shiv. He groaned slightly, taking off his shirt entirely now, scratching his arms, some crude tattoos on his wrists.

He then proceeded to slowly insert himself into the military attire "I was made for clubs and shit like that, not this..." he thought to himself as his eyes scanned the room around: Loads of beds in the same room, almost no space to walk trough them, everything being tightly put together, to maximize the space the room had to offer, which was really not a lot. Óscar sighed loudly, sitting on the far end of the bed for some seconds, scratching his beard and closing his eyes, thinking.

"I'm not a bad guy...I mean, yeah, I deserted but I was going to die either way! That League had no fucking clue how the axis-controlled France was, but I did. And now the siblings are mad at me because of abandoning them: Well, fucking obviously! I was forced into this shit, why did I have to take care of two kids that pretended to be soldiers?" he then shakes his head, grabbing his normal attire and putting it back where it was, not really paying attention to how he tidied it up. "Jesús, but I pretended to be a soldier too...all of that fucking Viking nonsense, come on Óscar, this is war! Now you guys have better chances, just, trust in your squad...not that we're going to leave the training fields early either, heh." He stopped his thinking, slowly walking out of the building and reuniting with the Captain, giving him a more formal salute now.@Oak7ree

"Hey, uh, Captain...do we really need to run on the mountain again? I mean, we should probably take some training on our powers every once in a while, right?" he said with a light-hearted smirk, in an attempt to make the Captain change his mind.