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[IllusiveShade]

Hey Scottish, want to just sort out the last few pieces of the roleplay? I got about half an hour before leaving.


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[Scottish Cupcake]

Sure sorry I haven't gotten the character sheet up by the way.

 

[IllusiveShade]

It's ok, no need to sweat it.


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[Scottish Cupcake]

OK what would you like to discuss??

 

[IllusiveShade]

For an example, where we are gonna drag this. Are we only gonna be on the school, or are we eventually going out in the field?


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[Scottish Cupcake]

I think we should go on the field but I also have a question does it matter what gender I make my character? This is taking place in the 1940's and I'm not very educated on how women were treated and the rights they had. I only know enough about the Germans and Soviets - well I mean Russians.

 

[IllusiveShade]

That is up to how we are gonna make the roleplay, for an example, if you only want to keep it on friendship then it is best if your character also is a guy, but a romance then it's best it's a girl.


As for the factual nature of the roleplay, that does not really matter. Just as long we stick to technology back then we should be fine.


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[Scottish Cupcake]

Okay I just wanted to see what I could do. Thank you for clearing that up.

 

[IllusiveShade]

You are welcome I guess? I mean I did not exactly help there >_<


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[Scottish Cupcake]

How did you not help? It was pretty helpful...At least I think so.

 

[IllusiveShade]

Good, that's what matters.


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[Scottish Cupcake]

Yep! So is there anything else you'd like to go over?

 

[IllusiveShade]

Not really, also realised I have an hour more at my disposal, if you are ready to start that is.


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[Scottish Cupcake]

Let me get my character sheet down it won't take more than 15 minutes. At a max of course.

 

[IllusiveShade]

Of course.


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[Scottish Cupcake]

Name: Aslin Clark


Age: 17


Skillset: Strategy, long range attacks


Anti-Skillset : Ambush, hand to hand combat


Physical traits: Fast runner, congenital analgesia ( rare genetic where you can't feel pain), weak physical strength


Looks: Aslin has strawberry blonde hair, a petite build, a well structured face, and hazel eyes.


Here sorry if it took longer than I said it would.

 

[IllusiveShade]

Ah its ok. Lets get this show on the road!


(I assume we are field Officers.)


The com-system in the school rang out "It is time for you to go to your classes. Field officers, go to outside to the running track, War-room officers, go to class 15B." An old voice said over the radio. Malcolm, rushed through the crowd, he was late. Again. Pushing aside people to get to the track.

 

[Scottish Cupcake]

Aslin walked along the track dragging her feet as she did. She looked up at the sky thinking aloud " The sky is as dull as ever," she continued walking not watching where she was walking as she was still looking at the sky. " I really don't understand why the sky only changes two colors. Grey and black why only two why not three or four? It's so boring," she whispered almost inaudible to her own ears.


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[IllusiveShade]

The training was about to begin, the trainer, Mr. Atkins, yelled to get everyone's attention. He had just begun explaining today's training, when Malcolm bursts out on the track. Mr. Atkins turned around, and was furious at the late student. After several minutes of yelling in Malcolm's face, Malcolm was send in the back row of the still saluting class (they had not been given permission to stand down) After even longer time, Atkins gave the order "At ease!" And started explaining today's exercise once again.


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[Scottish Cupcake]

Aslin watched as Mr.Atkins yelled in a students face standing next to her. She looked back to Mr.Atkins as he began explaining the training for today after ordering "At ease!" she once again drifted her attention away from the trainer looking at the boy who had showed up late. Not fully looking at him just eyeing him " You don't look like the kind of person to be late," she said thinking aloud again.

 

[IllusiveShade]

Malcolm ended his salute, and looked at her, without turning his head towards her. "Oh, this happens all the time, you get used to it." He said with a slight whisper. "Names Malcolm, Malcolm McGreggor that is." He said, still whispering. They were instructed to start a light march, and so, the class all spun to the right, making the back row, the out most right row. Soon the trampling of hundreds of feet could be heard, as they all set into a march.

 

[Scottish Cupcake]

Aslin looked forward again as they began marching along with everyone else " My name's Aslin Clark , but my family calls me Lin. Nice to meet you Mr. McGreggor," she said in a slightly loud whisper. "Where are you from?" she said as she continued marching. She had ask him simply above a whisper but not loud enough for Mr.Atkins to hear.

 

[IllusiveShade]

"Arklow, a small town near Dublin out on the coast towards England. The time I spent there was great." He said with little nostalgia in his voice. "And you, where are you from?" Malcolm asked as the march picked up pace. Mr. Atkins yelled even louder, instructing them to set into a light jog.

 

[Scottish Cupcake]

Aslin broke into a light jog just as Mr.Atkins had instructed "Me? Oh I was born up somewhere in the highlands. I don't exactly know where but when I was five my family began traveling around. I past through London before coming here," she said looking back at the sky." Is it nice to know where home is?" she said looking away from the sky and back at Malcolm.

 

[IllusiveShade]

"I can't complain." Malcolm said lightly "At least, i know where i come from, but in reality, that doesn't matter. That is why i am here. Because there will be no place I can call home, if Jerry takes over Britain." Malcolm said with an angry tone. He was determined as ever, that was clear by the looks of his face. He swung his arms more determined, his jog became stronger, as they ran down the field, and turned around a corner, continuing back to where they started. Most of the men in their group started to breath heavily, but Malcolm maintained his steady breathing.