Skepic

The Black Parade

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Beyond the Storms

"Aye sir, I'm sure a few thousand feet will give you enough room to keep the place quiet." Krauss said, joking along. He made his way back across the ship, entering the hangar once again. The aircraft had already been pushed out onto the helipad and the crew were running around it, giving it one final look over and fueling the rest of the tanks up. The crew chief approached Krauss with a clipboard.

"Alright sir, we gave another look over. Her rudder was a bit stiff, so we drained a bit of the hydraulic fluid to make it a bit looser. We also added a bit more oil to engine one. Seems a small crack in the cables was causing a bit of a leak, so we patched that up. I guess over all, she's held up surprisingly well for being such a complicated aircraft." Krauss took the clipboard and began to examine the checklist itself. Nodding, he handed it back to the crew chief.

"Well, it's not like she was designed as a luxury craft. Since its an exploration vehicle, redundancy and durability were definitely top priorities in her design process. That's why we get so many secondary cables and control surfaces. Anyway, thanks for the check up, Chief. The captain's given us the a-okay for the flight, so you'll see her fly just yet." he said with a smile.

Krauss began his own quick pre-flight check, testing the controls and the flaps, turning the electronics off and on again to make sure everything was in working order.

"Uh, hi." Someone said, trying to get Krauss's attention. "I was told to come here for a ride? Are we going up in that bird?"

Well, it seemed that one of the guests of honor had arrived. Low and behold the reporter was revealed to be the man Krauss had helped put out the fire with on the ship. Smiling, Krauss hopped out the cockpit and walked over the reporter.

"Beauty, ain't she? State of the art aviation technology, the pinnacle of VTOL aircraft my country had been researching. And you, my good sir, get see the world from above in it!" Krauss gave a short laugh after is intentionally overly dramatic introduction. "The name's Krauss, Krauss Helfer. And I will be your pilot day. I've flown a thousand flights and a thousand crashes. A perfect record." he jokingly finished, holding out a hand.

Paragon's End [Modern/Fantasy/Anime/Adventure]

Spat out a post before I'm gone for a bit tonight. Sort of hurried things along, just so we can get moving.

Paragon's End [Modern/Fantasy/Anime/Adventure]

The man quickly explained his situation and his apparent.... proposition to Ava. The townsfolk relaxed a bit, but still were not trusting. Though the invitation to join this group made Ava's eyes light up. It was her chance! A chance to finally escape this infuriatingly boring and monotonous life of hers! No more paper routes, no more practicing magic in secret, and she gets to stick it to the bastards that forced her into this life anyway. However, before Ava could answer, the village leader once again stepped between the two. "I believe that question is best for her father, stranger. Follow me."

The group consisting of the stranger, Ava, and the village leader made there way a bit to the outskirts of the town, closer to mountains. There was a definite tense silence among them. Ava's mind was racing with all the possibilities this opportunity could provide, but she was anxious, worried even. She knew her father, and knew he would not agree to such a thing. Her only hope was her mother, potentially....

They arrived at a small cottage at the edge of a field. A simple home, with a middle aged woman outside, doing laundry. Her eyes widened at the site of the approaching group and she quickly ran up to them. "Ava! What did you do?!" She yelled before anyone could speak up. The village leader held up his hand. "Please, Mary, your daughter isn't in trouble. But this stranger here has an odd request of her that you as her parent should here.

They were led inside the house and sat around a kitchen table. Ava sat across from her mother and father next to the village leader, who kept a wary eye on the stranger. In the den near by, dozed her grandfather, seemingly uninterested in the situation. The stranger once again explain his position.

At first, it was silent, when suddenly the father slammed his fist against the table, shaking. "You.... I don't care if your enemy are those bastards in the church, I will NOT have you take our only child away on some crazed, half ass adventure! So what if you captured one these so called "Paragons"? What does that have to do with my daughter? Why come here, of all places, for her?! Our family has suffered enough through the generations, and I won't just send my daughter on some wild magical goose chase across the world, risking her life for some group that I've never heard of till now!" He finished loudly. Ava was taken back by her father's reaction. He always such a quiet, level headed man.

She stared at the table, dreams crushed. He was right... what was she thinking? Magical adventures? Powerful, ancient artifacts? Why would some group like that call upon some isolated freak of magic high up in the Alps? Her father was about to dismiss the man, when suddenly her grandfather spoke up.

"David. Your heart, as ever, is in the right place." The old man rose from his chair. His wings were tattered and grey, obviously had seen great use in his once youthful past. Slowly, he approached the table, placing a hand on Ava's shoulder. "You know it David, I know it, and this stranger here knows it. Ava possess an immense amount of power, just below the surface." Ava looked up at her grandfather, confused. This was the first she was hearing this. "A power that her ancestor, the one who cursed our bloodline, carried. The same curse that made me abandon my own mother and siblings, fleeing to this wonderful place. She has a power that could influence much more than a mere gust of wind. I understand your place, David, and like I said, its healthy and natural to not want to let go of your precious daughter, my granddaughter. But look at her. Like it or not, she has grown up. Every day that power within her awakens a bit more, and it is only a matter of time before you can contain it. Then the church will come for us all, and we could never fight them."

The Grandfather paced around the room, now resting a hand on Ava's father, David, with a tired smile. "You will worry, but you shouldn't, she's a Kurier! And if there's one thing we've proven, its that we're damn hard to snuff out. Now its time to prove we do not just flee." his eyes now finally rested on Ava. "Ava, my sweet granddaughter. You ultimately have the choice. " Ava's father sighed, face in his hands. Her mother gave her a pained smile, but nodded. For the first time in her life Ava had a freedom of choice. Something that may influence her life forever.

Turning to the stranger, eyes radiating stern confidence, she nodded. "I'll go with you. I want to get back a the church for what they did to me and my family. If it means keeping them from getting these Paragons, then I'll do it!"

Paragon's End [Modern/Fantasy/Anime/Adventure]

<Snipped quote by Skepic>

You're up buddy, sorry it took so long. Just moved into a dorm and have a new full load of classes, so it's been a bit hectic for me, I know. It's pretty much the same for everyone else. So thank you for being patient.

@Prodigal Son

No problem. I just hope Felix can convice a bunch of angry villagers that he ain't from the church. :D

Paragon's End [Modern/Fantasy/Anime/Adventure]

The sun was high noon and Ava was finally returning from her paper runs. Looking forward towards spending the day practicing her strange powers, she had decided to make a quick stop at her home in the village for lunch. Gliding through the air, she felt oddly good about today. Her morning depression had slowly faded as the sun had risen and she figured that maybe, one day, she'd convince her father that her powers could be used for good! Perhaps even leave the vill...... no.... she knew damn well why she couldn't leave.

Her father hadn't sugar coated any of her family's history. What had happened to her ancestors, how she now bore this curse. Flying across the sky she couldn't help but sigh again. "Damn.... well there goes the mood again...." she thought, disappointing in herself. However, as fate would have it, this all about to change... a lot.

"AVA KURIER!"

What?

"I don't know if you can understand my language, but I want to talk with you!"

......WHAT?!

Ava quickly glanced below her at the source of the sound. A man was running through the air right under her! This startled Ava to such a degree she nearly lost control of her flight. After a bit of a mid air tumble and a double take, she stared for a bit at the man as he ran. What on earth was going on. Then it hit her! "Oh god.... no... please no no no no no......" she thought, slightly panicked. Nobody in the village knew how to do magic. Even her own father had very little talent. But she was warned as to who did.... the church.

Her mind raced. They were on the outskirts, she needed to lure this man into the village. They'd know what to do when a member of the church shows up. Quickly recomposing herself, a plan began to form. She cautiously glided closer. She slowed her speed so that man would only have to walk.

"Yes, I speak some English.... ummm..... Sorry to make you come up this way to speak with me. Please, follow!" Without waiting for the man to reply she glided back to the village center.

When they landed, the town square was pretty empty. As the man stepped down from a seemingly magically created stairway, Ava faced the man.

"How do you know my name?!" She proclaimed, loudly. As if on que. Villagers emerged from the various buildings. Many carried guns, aimed at the man. Others, tools such as wood axes and hammers. A particularly older, middle aged man approached from behind her, wielding an old double barrel shotgun. Standing next to her, he aimed the weapon from the hip at the man.

"Yes, stranger, how do you know that name? And if your a wise man, you should choose those words.... carefully." He punctuated the words with the clicking of the firing hammer. "It is not every day a stranger comes here, let alone using sorceries, or more importantly, Using the Kurier name."

The Black Parade

Combat Advisor Walter Falke of the Farell Irregulars

Walter Falke

Appearance:
He stand's at around 5'9. Has mildly muscular build to him. Light greyish blonde hair and blue eyes, face covered in a few small scars. His back is covered with a massive burn scar.

Age:
28

Gender:
Male

Personality:
The word pragmatic comes to mind when describing Walter. He's not one to get emotional over much, especially the loss of human life. If he's getting teared eyed at the sight of a corpse, you can bet your whole life savings that the corpse was once very close to Walter, whether it be friend or family. Now, he's not a sociopath to an extent, and can socialize fairly well, even surprisingly very formal and refined for someone who is a member of Black Company. As such, he's often referred to as the "Middle Man".

Backstory:
Walter has served with the Farell Irregulars for most of his career. He originally joined the traditional Farell military at the age of 21 after graduating from the military academy. However, the pay and the treatment ended up being not very preferable for Walter, even as an officer. Thus, he quit three years into his career and joined the Farell Irregulars. He enjoyed the amount of freedom the company gave him and with this newfound freedom and flexibility, excelled as a soldier of fortune. He lead companies of the Regulators in various small wars in skirmishs, distinquishing himself on the battlefield. Some might have called him cruel, as he determined the need to take prisoners based on supplies and facilities rather than human rights or a sense of morality. However, this cold aproach to taking prisoners benifited his soldiers greatly, as they did not have to waste resources when they needed them most.

After around six years of service with the Farell Irregulars, he was offered a position in Black Company. He took it immiedatly as it provided him with a new challenge. Once again, he did well in the Black Company, though most of his achievements are fairly secret, much like any of the activities of Black Company. However, he has developed some sort of reputation that boiled down to this:

If your an Irregular soldier, this man is you best ally. If your anyone else, watch out, for he might already have plan in place to discreetly make you disappear.... enemy or not.

Role in the Farell Irregulars:
A Black Company Officer

Current Assignment:
"Aid" in the support of the Black Parade in any way deemed fit. Currently attached to Black Company Squad A, "The 1st Wolf Brigade".

The Black Parade

Will do.

The Black Parade

*Begins a rain dance to attract people*

Life in a different world [A Re:Zero setting / Fantasy RP] (Accepting!)

@Skepic

Had a thought on that, actually, would it be alright if I played it like the two have actually met before?

Duncan was in the infantry and Addy is a medic that jumps out of choppers 'n shit, so it wouldn't exactly be far-fetched that they ran into eachother once or twice on the base in Kandahar... or, more likely, the back of a Blackhawk with her trying to literally pull chunks of shrapnel out of his ass with a pair of needle-nose pliers.

@Sir Lurksalot

I actually really like that idea! That exact scenario may have even actually played out. With Addison being all like.

"Are we responding to another Canadian call?"

"Yeah, why?"

"God dammit, it better not be MacAiden again... I've pulled enough metal out of him to supply the entire war effort."