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Creative Arts and Media => Creative Writing => Topic started by: scarypuppy on May 31, 2007, 05:21:13 PM
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Im making a story thats part Romance, part espionage, and part War story
its set in WW1, and so far me and my mate are the only main characters
if you want to be in it , put a description of your character and what side your on and what your job is
Example
Name:Random Furson
Loyalty:Austria-hungary (study your history)
Position:spy
ect ect
im preety good at story writing, so drop off your character Bio and well go from there ÂÂÂ
hope you guys enjoy the final product :snicker:
Tripple Entante (UK, France, Russia, Later US)
Tripple alliance (Germany, Austria Hungary, Italy, later the ottoman empire)
Corporal Eric Reyes is a survivor, having lived through some of the most hopeless situations faced by the Entante. A US citizen, is a spy keeping tabs on the war as a "British" soldier.
Russia has fallen out of the Entante, due to a Revolution brought on by Lenin and German Double agents. After the assasination of Lenin, Russia joined the Alliance.
Having taken notice of his skills, marksmanship, agility, Knowledge of German and some Austrian, is quickly reassigned to spy on the Germans.
Implanted under the alias of a Captured German sniper of the same species, overall frame and build, is sent in to gather vital information, assasinate any potential Military Threats and locate captured Entante personel.
Nothing must come in the way of the mission, failiure means death and abandonment by the US, still unofficially in the war.
the government will deny any and all knowledge of Him, and will die at the hangman's noose if found out.
(more to come)
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AWSOME :snicker:
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*use my pic as a guide to how my Character looks
Eric groaned slightly as he attempted to rise from his infermery bed. A rifle crack to the ribs and the close call with an artillery shell had put him out of action, and given him a rest from the constant smell of rot and decay from messing with his sence of smell. Glancing to the side, he noticed a Frenchman with at least half of his face scarred and blackened. Shifting as much as possible on his side, he noticed a small Monkey sitting in the chair next to his bed, as if he appeared out of nowhere. "ah, Mr. Reyes, i was wondering when you were going to wake." The Monkey shifted in his seat and smiled, to reveal a large set of yellow teeth, with small green smudges all across. Eric nodded as much as possible and bit his lip as his torn ear began to bleed suddenly. "ah, ah, ah, dont want you hurting yourself even more now do we, we have big plans for you sir, BIG, plans." the Monkey reached into his pocket and pulled out a hankercheif, Eric accepted it and looked at the insignia, a Dagger with a bloody seal accross it, the Insignia of the US board of Espionage and Foriegn investigation, the controler of his unit. Eric wiped the blood away and grinned, "I diddnt know you guys would notice, that makes me feel so special." the Monkey chuckled slightly and clasped his hands in his lap, "Mr. Reyes, my name is Henry Urema, im part of the Buisness center of the Board, im here to tell you that your skills havent gone unnoticed." Henry stooped over and pulled out a file, picking through it, apparently for the juicy things, he selected a File in a state of decay, with the sides torn and worn, apparently from much looking over, "Ah, here we are, yes yes, much to admire, Marksmanship awards, Several Purple hearts, all earned on the Western Front and several recomendations from British Commanders, and you managed to keep your true identity seald away, never confronted, never caught, you are quite the soldier Mr. Reyes." Eric coughed slightly and rubbed at his arm, "the name's Eric, by the way, and any paticular reason your here Mr. Henry?" Henry smirked and stood, putting the file to his face and humming a small tune, he stood and walked to the foot of Eric's bed and laughed out loud, "you amaze me Mr. Reyes, the Reason im here is to tell you that youve been reassigned, to a deep undercover mission far behind enemy lines, with no support, few contacts, and no official recognition of your existance other than me, the head of the board, and the President himself." he smiled again and laughed, giving Eric a slight feeling of confusion. "you seem in a good mood, mind telling why?" Henry leaned his head back and laughed again, "actually, no, i just feel the need to laugh at random times, gives me, i dont know, an edge." Reaching down Henry Gripped Eric's broken foot, sending tendrils of pain through it. "You havent healed completely yet, shame, i wanted to send you out as soon as possible, but i doubt the Germans would believe your role if you were hobbling around." Smiling again, he firmly gripped his leg, then let go, breathing deeply. Eric bared his teeh, a small droplet of blood hanging from his upper lip, "Henry, unless you want to be mauled by a wounded Husky, i suggest you tell me what the hell your talking about." Henry laughed once more, the Frenchman next to Eric making as much as a, shush, noise as possible. "you know there are wounded people here right?" Eric tilted his head and licked the droplet of blood away. Henry put on a serious face and nodded, "yes yes, you need your rest, i wish you the best sir, just remember, as soon as your able to take a walk without help, report back to the Board, I'll be waiting." Smiling that yellow toothed smile, Henry slowly strode away, whistling a strange tune as he walked. Eric leaned back into his bed, thinking that so far, sympathy has yet to fall into his lap. The British soldier opposite of him sat up and said in an annoyed voice, "That Ape laughed to much, i think hes gone off the deep end." Eric Nodded and closed his eyes, then said to the Brit, "you have to be, for the buisness hes in." Smiling to himself, he attempted to gain the sleep that had been aluding him since he arrived
that was the first part, kinda a test run
hope you enjoy the next enstallments
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Your a natural at this :sparkle:
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Im a little sick today :sleepytime:
so this will be a short installment
The stench of sweat and body fluids premeated the transport truck as it rumbled along the countryside. Eric could hear the distant boom of artillery and the cracking of riflefire. So far, this was the most rest he'd managed to attain on the mission. He was going to be handed right to the Germans in a Prisoner exchange, strictly Board buisness, the Entante does not know or really need to know. Eric read the Report on his way to the Prison, twenty-four German Officers for twelve British Intelligence Officers, one of which was a Spy for the US. The American Soldiers were the only ones who knew that he was a Spy, in order to maintain secrecy, they would kill the Prisoners if it was revealed on the transport. The truck lurched forward suddenly and came to a slow stop, the German Next to him leaning onto him, blood/drool dripping onto his shoulder. One of the Soldiers, a Rat apparently, snarled and kicked the ramp and jumped out, "Alright, this is your stop, file out, slowly, any moves and ill blow your F*$#@&* Kraut brains out." Eric smirked slightly, then noticing the still bleeding German on his arm, nudged him off and climbed out. Led at Gunpoint they all marched silently to a small clearing, the snow having barely enough time to coat the remnants of a past battle. the German next to him leaned in (for the reader's conveinence, all German shall be Translated) "do you know what happens next?" Eric shook his head, disgusted the Kraut would even speak to him, then remembered his cover, "no not really, who knows with these Americans." the German nodded and looked over his shoulder at the guards. Eric glanced around, the dead calm making his leg itch, always a bad sign to him. The Frozen thicket ahead of them rustled and out emerged a German in Winter gear, a large gruff looking Doberman, "stay where you are, were bringing the prisoners forward." Eric waited tensely and glanced around, his breath adding a slight fog element to his vision. A Prisoner stumbled forward out of the thicket, beaten and bloody, and collapsed, no one rushed to aid him, and he was followed by the others, starved, filthy and in need of medical attention, they looked as if they had just left the front. "Do you have the men we requested?" the Doberman asked, his paw tightening around his rifle. The Rat nodded, then rubbed at his neck, "well, one died on transport, you still want him, he smells preety bad." The Doberman frowned and raised his paw, and snapped is fingers. Suddenly fire erupted from all sides, the two guards killed in a hellish rain of lead, the truck drivers slumped over their stations. "alright, all of you hurry, this way, march, faster faster!!" the Doberman moved his arms in the direction of the thicket and checked his ammunition, then turned to the Entante Prisoners with a grin. As Eric marched with the other Germans, he heard more rifle bolts click and reload, and closed his eyes. As the Rifle shots rang out, and the screams died down, Eric bit into his lip hard, blood trickling down, the Mission was of the most importance, but at the moment, all he could think of was the face on one of the younger Prisoners, the releived face of a child finnaly going home, and the though that he would never see it again.
like i said, im a bit sick, so sorry if its not up to your expectations
More to come soon
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nice dude....i was wondering if i could be in it, i have a character already picked out, and i just want a minor role
Name : Sergio Vilvanotch
occupation: Russian Assassin
hair color: blond
eye color: green
body build: slim and athletic
just tell me what you think....... :peace:
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Eric straightened out his uniform as he smelled the crisp mountain air around him. After a quick, "re-entery" into the German Armed Forces, he had assumed his "official" rank as Major Devlov Oufman. However, he hadn't been sent back to the front, instead, he was placed on rear Duty, liasion, gentleman escort duty, Basically, he was on leave. Eric had noticed the officers looking him over as they passed by, one actually stopping and straightening out his collar. Taking in a deep breath, he took a second to take in the view, snow swirling all around them, the trees slightly swaying with the gentle mountain breeze. "Major Oufman?" Eric jumped slightly on the inside as he turned to face the broad chest of an Iguana, a slight hiss coming from the dry scaily lips, "I cant Believe my eyes." at the last word, Eric supressed a laugh, as he noticed the Iguana's right eye glance off in a different direction, "Well, im here, glad you noticed Sir." Eric saluted crisply and was rewarded with a loud hearty laugh and a hard slap on the shoulder, "now now, dont tell me all this time as a POW has dulled your wit, this isnt the Devlov i know." Eric grinned and pushed the Iguana hard on the chest, "give me a break, i havent had your cock-eyes to laugh at." at this the Scalie stopped laughing and looked down at Eric. Hoping it would help his situation, Eric held the grin on his face, looking for any sign of humor in the stone set Face. The Iguana Grinned wide, "AHAHAHAH, there we go, i knew you wouldn't let me down." Eric let out a breath of relief, "you know it." Eric raked his mind for a name, any name that was in the file he was handed, and then it popped in his head, "Tyrol" seeming satisfied, the Iguana placed his officer's cap back on his head and walked off, shaking his head and laughing to himself. Eric wiped his forehead and glanced behind him, a large Gothic Mansion stood along the side of the Mountain, apparently dug into it. While admiring the large structure, he diddnt hear the soft footsteps behind him until it was upon him, "ACHTUNG!!" Eric barely had time to turn when a small but built Fox clung to him. Nearly toppling over he felt the Fox nibble on his right ear, "gah, the hell?" reaching backwards, managed to grab onto a tuft of fur and pulled hard, un-clamping the Fox from his back. bringing it up in front of him, he noticed the Fox was wearing a uniform and a sniper's badge on his sleeve, "Devlov, i havent seen you since the massacre on the Western front, i thought you were dead!!" all the while, the Fox had a large smile on his face while saying this. Eric fixed his neck fur and set the Fox down, who barely came up to his shoulders, Quickly skimming through the file in his mind he remembered the Fox's name, "Klaus, my old spotter, i havent seen you in such a long time, my you've gotten tall." the Fox grinned, "its the boots, trust me, ive missed you Devlov, i missed the fun we used to have." at the last comment the Fox firmly slapped Eric's backside, making him jump slightly, "ahahha  omg yes......i have.....too." Eric put on a forced smile and looked towards the castle, his unofficial Contact, a Russian Factionist spy covering as a cook, was supposed to have left his files and information along with some clean clothes. "Devlov, are you coming or not, its liable to get colder in a few hours." Eric snapped out of his place and remembered he was in the European mountains, and that snow had covered his shoulders and head, "ah, yes.....sorry, coming." Eric dusted off his shoulders and cap and jogged lightly towards the Castle. While inside, Eric noticed the large ammounts of officers gathering in the halls. Leaning towards Klaus, he asked, "Klaus, i thought this was just going to be a dinner." Klaus nodded, "it is Devlov, it is, its just that a Scientist will also be displaying a new weapon design for the front, wont that be exciting?" Eric nodded, but first checked his watch, almost time for him to meet with the Russian, "Klaus, I have to go change, ill be back." Klaus smirked and gripped Eric's backside tightly, "you dont want me to come?" Eric suppressed a growl and turned, holding Klaus' hands, "I'd Rather you dont, i need some privacy."
Eric walked quickly to his room, shutting and locking the door behind him. letting out a deep sigh, he was cut off by a sudden, cold, metallic Tube sticking him in the back of the head. "Your Punctual" Eric turned, a rather agitated wolf was staring him in the face. "Aye, and you are not." the Russian lowered his revolver and slid it into a hidden pocket on his pants. "Americans, your still late for the war and your still late as Spies." Eric shrugged and took off his cap, "Sergei, is it, I was a little tied up." the Russian shook his head and smirked, "flirting with short Foxes?" Eric's shoulder's slumped, "you saw that?" The Russian chuckled and tossed a briefcase onto the bed, "now, im heading back to the kitchen, they probably miss me by now, get comfy, and watch your back, the Germans have eyes everywhere, even within their own safepoints." the Russian stepped out and whistled the German Pledge of aleigence. Eric fell back onto his bed and hit his head on the briefcase, "Gah!, i swear, if that Fox comes in right now, im going to shoot him." Eric stood and unbuttoned his shirt, "I wonder whats for dinner."
meh, whatd you guys think
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Eric straightened out his Officer's collar and smoothed out his coat, so far his Contact had brought everything for him, except a way to get rid of annoying, frisky foxes. Klaus was at his side, fixing the tail on his coat and attempting to look a bit taller than he was, "Devlov, werent you told about the reason for the conference?" Eric shook his head, "I diddnt have the time, what with the whole being imprisoned thing." "Ah yes, im sorry." Eric shrugged and smiled, "Its alright, lets just hurry, I dont want to miss whatever it is theyre selling." they reached the main dining hall within 2 minuets, and were greeted by two servers, Muts, "May we take your caps and coats Sirs?" Klaus snorted and pushed between the two servers, actually pushing one to the floor, Eric blinked and walked forward, helped the server to his feet. He handed him his cap and smiled, then followed in close next to Klaus. Numerous high profile Officers were in the room, all seemingly annoyed with being taken from their comfortable lives behind the lines for some scientist. Klaus elbowed him in the ribs, "Devlov, dont get lost in thought now, were here to watch, not think." Eric smirked and nodded, following Klaus to their seat at a large Dinner table, at which Tyrol was seated, sipping at a Merlot with his strangely beautiful wife seated next to him, a small Dragon apparently, he could just imagine what that hell must be like. He was drawn from his examination of Tyrol and his wife by a ringing from the front of the dining room, where a small Terrier stepped out, most of his headfur was a light grey, his scalp visible through the thin layer. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Officers and humble Soldiers, my name is Gerord, and i have here today, the weapon that will revolutionize warfare, and send our foes back into the dark ages." Eric's ears perked up and focused on the diminuative hound, "I have only a prototype with me, but even this prototype is proof enough of our great nation's dominance over the pathetic excuses for countries we are facing to the West." at the last word, an assistant brought out a small cart with a moderately long object beneath a sheet showing on it. "I present to you today, the Intergrated Infantry Superiority Weapon System, or IISWS." a few officers laughed at the long title, "Ah, humor is great to behold at times like these, but this rifle is assuredly our next dominance tool in our already growing arsenal." he removed the sheet to reveal a rifle about as long as Eric's leg, with a octogonal barrel at the front and 2 seperate ones below it, one long and the other thick and wide. the stock was steel, with small rivets running down the base, it had a pistol grip where a rifle grip would usually be and a standard trigger and trigger guard. it had a strange box looking object protruding from the bottom, the top sights were arranged similarly to a standard infantry rifle. next to and below the rifle there were several other objects. Next to the box object there was a standard rifle round, a machine gun round, and a large canister with the words, 'Chlorine, deactivated' printed along the side. next to the stock there was a sniper's scope and a larger, thicker set of sights like an artillery observer's sights for a canon.
(Ah, BBL)
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"what....pray tell, is that exactly?" Eric looked behind him to see a large Panther with a General's cap on addressing the professor. The Professor straightened out his back a bit and looked at the General, "This is, as I stated before, the next step towards supremacy, this multi-use rifle will eliminated the need for special crews for special weapons, this will help keep soldiers prepared and armed for the onslaught of the Savage Western powers." He proceded to lift the rifle off of the table, fixing the larger barrel to the front and sliding a grenade shell into it, "this version of the weapon will make gas crews obsolete, with this, soldiers on the front can bombard the Enemy relentlessly from the safety of their trench." Following that he worked with it to load the box clip into the rifle, from the underside, he loaded a round into the chamber by pulling back a lever on the side of the rifle, "This is a Machinegun design, eliminating the need for 2 machine gunmen, instead it would only take one soldier per rifle to devastate the enemy, the clip on the underside holds aproxamately one hundred rounds, and with careful calculations, we estimate that the average soldier could carry at least 5 to 7 of these magazines in a modified version of their current combat load." Next he got assistance from the other person to connect the scope, fix the barrel and disconnect and shut the magazine slot, "and the final part of this weapon is of course the Rifle version, this design allows a soldier to be a marksman and have easy access to the previous design, if they decide not to connect the scope, the rifle sights still allow for accurate and devastating fire, all without sacrificing the standard rifle ammunition and load." he placed the Rilfe back on its mount and turned to the crowd, "The average soldier's load would be increased by....5 to 9 pounds, depending on how many canister, rifle and machine gun rounds would be distributed." Tyrol stood and clapped, slowly walking down the isle to the Professor, "this system seems impressive, has it been battle tested?" the Professor rubbed at the back of his neck, "ah...no Sir, so far the prototype has only been tested for barrel heat resistance and water tolerance." Tyrol nodded and smiled, "well then, why dont we have a demonstration in the courtyard, shall we?" the Professor bowed slightly, "well have it outside in a few minuets, we just need to procure some ammunition, if you would take everyone outside sir." Tyrol smiled and turned, "Attention, in order to see the effectiveness of this weapon, a demonstration will be commenced outside in the main courtyard, please grab your coats and head outside, it will begin shortly, then we shall decide on whether or not it is suited for our troops. The hall was filled with mumbles of agreement. "Devlov, what do you think of it?" Eric's ears bent back, "It seems interesting, i want to see what it can do." Klaus nodded and wiped his mouth as he stood, "well, shall we?" Eric nodded gravely and stood, pulling his coat and cap on as he headed out towards the courtyard.
"ladies and Gentlemen, officers and humble soldiers, prepare yourselves to be amazed at this newest step forward." Eric rolled his eyes at the repeated introduction from the Professor as his crew put the rifle and its parts onto a steel table in the courtyard. Eric tucked his hands into his overcoat's pockets, rolling his shoulders as the cold attacked his hurt shoulder, "I need a volunteer, preferably someone with marksman training." Klaus giggled and shoved Eric forward, his foot catching a small hole in the coblestone courtyard floor, landing in a small pile of snow. "ah, Major Devlov, thank you, such enthusiasm." Eric stood up, dusting the snow off of himself and smiling at the Professor, looked back at Klaus to see him wink and lick his lips, "If I get the chance, I'm going to shoot him." He thought to himself. "Major, if you would step up to the table please." Eric walked through the gathering of officers and reached the table, looking at the pieces of the rifle in front of him, "now, my assistant will connect the Grenade tube, sights and load a round, you will just need to fire it at a target we have set up at the end of the courtyard." The large courtyard was on the right side of the mountain Castle, the edges were cordoned off by large steel rails, with a high 100 foot fall on the other side, it was a long and wide area with plenty of room for the crowd and for distance between him and the target, a scarecrow in a British uniform. The Professor's assistant completed assembling the rifle and handed it to Eric, loading in a round to the front of the rifle, patting him on the shoulder as he moved to stand behind him. "alright, now, just use the Sights to determine where the shell will land, like standard artillery." Eric tucked the stock under his arm and crouched down to keep the sights within his sight, he angled the weapon to what he assumed was the correct coordinates and pulled the trigger. The kick dug into Eric's ribs, making it feel like something had punched him. he managed to watch the round scream towards the target and expode a foot in front of it, massive ammounts of white powder covering the Area. "do not fear, it is only flour, the round was de-activated." the crowd awarded the shot with modest applause, "alright, Now, Assistant, assemble the Machine gun version, Major, please continue to help in the demonstrtation.
(ah....Sorry again for the Delay, with all my stories, School is starting up plus my Football Season is kicking into gear ^_^')
(I'll try my best to continue working on these, also, could someone give me some suggestions for the Universal Distress story, plus if you want to be a character in BUHS or Passing Through, drop off your Description and stuffs)
(sorry guys ^_^', what do you think of it so far, any problems?)
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Eric shuddered in his mind as he thought of the casualty rate this rifle would create, the canister alone would put the entante at a deadly disadvantage. "There we go, the next design is the machine gun assembly version, Major?" Eric Snapped out of his thoughts and took the rifle, noticing the slight increase in weight towards the center. Carefully he brought the rifle up to firing position and squeezed the trigger. The rifle jumped slightly as the kick drove it up, five rounds cracked from the barrel and streamed to the dummy, the first round jolting it's midsection, two tearing into one shoulder, and the last two tearing the top of the head off.
(GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR)
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New Posts coming soon, postponed tilll then.
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*raises hand quietly*
may i join this beautiful story in the making?
Name: Artemas Fallen
Loyalty: Scandanavia {might as well be an oddball}
Occupation: {whats the word for working alone??} vigilate {??} assassin
Eye Color: Purple
Hair Color: Brown with a few blonde highlights and black tips.
Body Type: athletic, slim, well defined.
{watcha think eric??}
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ah...great i suppose.....As for your Loyalty....yeah...hahah, thanks for the interest though, im working on the story outside of the computer, so I'll Update as soon as I can, I am Updating Universal Distress Today, so check it out if you want.
To any readers of my material, thanks for the attention, sorry for the Delays, and uhmm....want a cookie?
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yummy. you hve cookies? watcha side? light?
come to the dark side, we have brownies AND cookies!
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Eric stood and wiped the dirty snow off of his knee and cap that he had set on the ground. The Demonstration had ended with all critics in the crowd (including Tyrol) being Silenced and made to congradulate the Professor. Klaus walked over and looked towards the professor, "impressive, eh Devlov?" Eric Noded and shoved his hands into his coat pockets, feeling the slight impression from his service revolver in his palm, giving him unplanned nervousness. "Devlov, your shaking like a newborn pup, whats troubling you?" Eric snapped out of his thoughts long enough to rub at his temples and shake his head, "ah, nothing Klaus, just a slight headache, im heading to bed, goodnight." Klaus smiled and gave a slight bow, Eric walking past him still rubbing at his temples.
Eric looked out of his room's window at the seemingly endless expance of wilderness nearby, "and to think." he thought to himself as he traced a finger along his Pistol's barrel, "a few weeks ago, and about a few hundred miles away, I was sitting up in a muddy trench sharing my food with a Rat." He chuckled to himself slightly, standing and placing the Revolver on his bedside table and went to the washroom to undress. As he slid his undershirt off a slight tap came at his room door, his ears bent back in annoyance, he had a suspission of who it was. slowly he headed to the door and creaked it open, peeking his head out for the origion of the noise, as he saw, there was no one there. He looked around and noticed a letter lying on the floor, he scooped it up and tapped it against his knuckles, looking up and down the halls one last time before stepping back into his room and locking the door. "a Love letter perhaps?" he smiled and opened the letter, a small slightly torn piece of paper was inside, with badly written english scribbled across it, "American, The Weapon that was displayed today must be taken, or destroyed, the Entante have already had their troubles doubled with the loss of one ally, you must (section missing) bef (missing) or else the horrors of the previous years will be nothing compared to this. The professor is leaving today to present the weapon to the Kaiser himself, you must try and retreive the weapon, and bring it to me to transport out of the area. Signed, Sergio Vilvanotch." Eric sighed and went over to his clothes, pulling them back on and checking his watch, by his clock the professor was probably still in his lab before the final Kitchen closing call, he diddnt have much time.
(gah, more installments coming up, be on teh look out)
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Eric Crept down the halls with the upmost care, making sure his boots diddnt make any loud noises. He passed several of the castle's servants, all averting their eyes as he passed. Eric managed to make his way to the kitchen undetected by the military inhabitants of the castle and creaked the back delivery door open, the sliver of light from the door spearing the darkness surrounding him. He sighed deeply and stepped out, his fur standing on end already from the cold. The odd quiet punctuated by the occasional ringing of artillery in the far off distance. The small row of horse stalls that had been converted into a makeshift laboratory seemed to hum from the electric generators inside, giving it an eery glow in the deep dark of the mountain.
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Seems suspenseful. I give it a nine out of ten.
{dude!! my shoulder hurts like a little bugger..}
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Eric hugged at his sides as he stood a bit out into the darkness of the small clearing that led from the main house to the converted horse stables, his breath freezing and drifting off to join the numerous other whisps of forgotten air within the mountains. Cautiously he placed his hand on his holster, where his service revolver was waiting, once again gaining an unnatural weight from his touch. "well, nows as good a time as any." he pulled back the hammer on the revolver and advanced towards the stables, the mansion behind him now just an ominous stone temple to Gothic archeteture. the stable's powersource, a large Dynamo hooked up to the far side of the building hummed and growled in the night. Eric straightened out his uniform and cap and knocked on the stable door, to be greeted by one of the professor's assistants, "M..M..Major, what are you doing out at this time of night, you'll catch your death of cold!" Eric grinned and removed his cap, slightly bowing to seem courtious, "I wanted a word with the good professor." the Assistant nodded and motioned for him to enter. Eric dusted off his boots as he entered the oddly bright room, filled with work benches, makeshift bunks and several dissasembled weapons laying out on tables. "Major Devlov?" Eric turned to see the Professor carrying a thick Machinegun Barrel in his hands, apparently he just removed it from one of the numerous in stock in the armory at the base of the mountain. "ah yes, professor, I wanted to have a word with you." The Professor nodded and gave his assistant the barrel, "not here, this is unbefitting of an officer of your stature." Eric nodded and put his cap back on, following the professor back out into the frozen darkness of the mountains. "my Quarters are just beyond this thicket of trees, they wanted me to have privacy during my stay." Eric looked around him as much as his eyesight would allow. His revolver would make too much noise, attract guards or even worse the other officers, he could try and strangle him, but theres the chance that he would struggle and break free. He considered his choices as they found a slight one story worker's quarters of moderate size. "the Professor unlatched the door and creaked it open, the warm inviting air rushing out to greet them, Eric took his chance. As the professor turned, He drew his revolver and placed it point blank to his face, the professor loosing his smile and gaining a look of complete horror, "back up, slowly, and I wont shoot." the professor obeyed and slowly walked into the house, then spun and ran into an opposite room. "Damnit!" he Chased after and almost got smacked by a fire poker the professor brought to bear. He shrugged off the attempt and cracked the Professor on the back of his head with the the butt of his revolver, sending him crashing to the floor of the slightly colder abode.
The professor woke much later, with a grinning Eric sitting across from him reading through files that had been in his small study/bedroom. "your a very busy man Prof, besides this you were on the board that created the Underseeboot program, helped to revolutionize the outer areas of your countrie's rail lines to make troop movement easier and you created the trench system that so many German Soldiers now depend on for their lives....yes yes, very interesting." the Professor shook in his chair, a slight taste of blood in the back of his mouth reminded him of the crack to the skull, "How long have I been out?" Eric shrugged, "about, I'd say an hour, oh dont worry about anyone inturrupting us, I doubt anyone will question a Major speaking with the Good Professor, besides, your assistant is most likely still sleeping back in the stables, so were going to have a nice chat now that your awake." He stood and brought the file folder with him and stood in front of the Professor as he weighed it in his hands, "your new rifle design is truely amazing, a multi-purpose weapon that would Triple the death rate of the Entante, very very good." he sighed and shook his head, tossing the file into the fire and spinning the professor's chair to face it as it burned. "now, i know you have the designs somewhere, so, for every second you delay me, I'm going to burn something of yours, or, simply, burn you." he Tipped the chair forward to the fire, the professor letting out a loud scream. "now now now, dont do that, we wouldnt want anyone ruining our talk." he brought the chair back and leaned against the opposite wall, the professor began to sob, "why, why are you doing this, this is Treason!" Eric smirked and walked forward slowly, hands behind his back and ears pirked up fully in enjoyment. "Treason is for Members of the German Military, which I am only playing the part." the Professor hung his head and sobbed more, Eric walked up to him and picked up his chin, "you were going to unleash a weapon that would murder millions with the combined might of the Machine Gun and Poison Gas, you are not some genious, your a monster who aids the slaughter of others." He stood back in disgust and pushed the professor's chair back with his foot, shoving sharply into his chest. "now, I hope you will tell me where those files are....." he picked up a piece of wood and examined it, sticking it into the fire till it lit. "wha, what are you going to do If I dont?" "tsk tsk tsk, you'd think by now you would have figured out." Eric brought the lit piece of timber to the professor's chair, dragging the lit end along his rubber sole, making it melt into the floor. the Professor yowled out in pain rocking the chair back and forth. "SHUT UP." Eric drew the revolver and aimed it squarely at the professor.the Professor quieted quickly, sucking back tears, "theyre in, in my study inside the small metal case beneath the 3rd cabinate." Eric nodded and threw the timber into the fire, holstering his revolver and heading back into the study.
The Professor began to look back and fourth at his surroundings, for something to get his bonds off, and saw a small worker's knife, it had apparantly been strapped to the back of the chair by a former tennant of the building. Carefully, Gerord (I barely remembered his name) managed to get ahold of the knife and cut at his bonds, wary of the Return of the man he knew as Devlov.
Eric walked back into the room holding a set of files, and to Gerord facing him with a knife drawn. "Devlov, im going to leave now, and report you, theres nothing you can do!" Eric tilted his head and smiled, "oh but professor, there is much I could do." the Professor crept towards the door, " you wouldnt dare shoot me, you would reveal yourself as the traitor you are!" Eric looked at him seriously, "Do you think I'm simple?" Gerord stood in the slight doorway between them and the front door, and suddenly ran for it.
Eric sprinted behind him and caught up quickly, taking out his legs and climbing up his writhing form, drawing his revolver yet again and beating Gerord over and over in the back of the head, until an audible crack sounded through his form. He breathed heavilly as he sat in the semi-dark of the forest, wiping his mouth and standing up laborously. He quickly glanced around and sighed, grabbing Gerord's feet and dragging him back to his quarters.
(that entire passage was brutal, you need to understand something, My character is a spy, not some nice guy, gets the girl kind of spy, the shoot you, hide your body then shake your Wife's hand kind of spy, any complaints, drop 'em off and I'll edit)
"stupid little hound, could have just stayed quiet, but no." Eric grumbled to himself as he stuffed files into his inner coat pocket and headed back into the main living room, where the professor was layed out on top of the carpet. "I wish you a long and healthy death, Professor." Eric grabbed a wine bottle from the counter and quickly doused as much as he could, kicking the fireplace so that a bit of timber rolled out, and set the room ablaze. Eric walked out into the dark, and looked around him as the sun peeked slightly over the far mountains. As he headed in, the Professor's assistant opened the Stable Door and asked where the professor was. Looking back towards the quarters, he guessed he had about fifteen minutes until the fire was viewable. "ah, the professor, well he had a few too many drinks back at his quarters and well, dozed off." Eric remembered the note the Russian had slipped him and asked to be let in again, heading into the stables to procure the prototype. He found it fully Dissasembled with the newly re-drawn schematic lying next to it. the Assistant was at work getting dressed behind a stall, in which time Eric Packed the entire prototype and all it's attachments into a metal carrying case. as he walked out, he drew his revolver and opened the stall the Assistant was in, placing a round into his supprised face. Hurriedly, Eric rushed back to the Mannor and stashed the case within the kitchen, underneath the main cutting table he had seen the Russian at numerous times before. Tyrol came down into the hallway and looked about, half dressed, and ran to Eric, "Devlov, whats happened?" Eric Shrugged, "I dont know sir, I came down for a small dish to take back to my room and I hear a shot ring out." A guard rushed into the building covered in soot, "Sirs, the Professor's quarters are aflame and we found his assistant dead." Tyrol hissed in his throat and nodded, "Secure the Area, search everywhere for the professor." the Guard nodded and rushed back outside. "Such a horrible turn of events, a traitor in our ranks." Eric laughed to himself as Tyrol agreed and ran back upstairs. "you work too slow American." Eric jumped and hit the table with his right hand, "Damnit Sergio, what Did I tell you about sneaking up on me?" Sergio raised an eyebrow, "Nothing." "oh, well dont." "Did you procure the prototype?" Eric nodded and showed him beneath the cutting table, "I can get it out of here tonight, thank you for your help." He nodded and drew his revolver, checking the chamber, an empty round clattered to the floor, which he picked up and tossed into a waste bin, "well, one ugly item of business done." Sergio grinned and headed out to play the part of stunned onlooker. Klaus came down the stairs buttoning his shirt and looked at Eric, 'Devlov, did you see what happened?" He shook his head and looked out a window.
Klaus took on a worried face as he looked at Devlov, then glanced down at his boots which bits of the brown mud found all over the surrounding woods. With a final Questioning gaze, Klaus headed outside to help secure the area. Eric shook his head and dusted off his boots, walking back up to his room, "sad turn of events."
Well yeah.....hahah, all dark towards the end there, any comments, let em rip
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very good...{again...IT HURTS!! ha ha. nothing like carrying a militry backpack on a hurt shoulder huh?}
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It had been over a week since his little incident with the professor at the mannor, now he was less than a mile away from the Western Front. Klaus was on the bench opposite him, with his boots resting comfortably on his luggage. Eric rolled his neck as he stood, looking at the other officers in the train car with him, all of them either reading or finishing up their meals. He thought back to the soldiers riding in the crowded, poorly aired cars behind them. A slight cough caught his attention, coming from behind him. The origin of the cough was a rather large Shnouzer behind him. He lifted his head, tossing the bangs out of his eyes, "Major Devlov?" "Yes?" "my my, its truly an honor sir, ive heard of your kill record, of your exploits against the Russian Savages." Eric scanned his memory for the Real Devlov's record, over 300 confirmed Kills on the Russian Front, "thank you, its always nice to know one is admired." The officer nodded, "I diddnt get your name I'm afraid." "ah, Naussman, Tylor Naussman." Eric nodded to him and made his way to the front of the car, where the small showers and bathrooms were located, and locked himself in one of the shower compartments. Quickly he drew out his mission notes and read through the list of targets within the Officers he was assigned. His finger ran down the list, stopping one one name, Tylor Naussman, Importance, German Internal Security Officer. He ran a paw through his hair, the slightly cropped bangs sliding over his eyes. "damnit, why is it that the targets are always right freaking next to me?" he stood and straightened out his uniform, unlocking the door and preparing to step outside. His stride out of the door was stopped by Klaus, who quickly shoved him back inside and locked the door behind him. "Klaus what ..." Klaus was suddenly pressed tightly against him, his muzzle close to Eric's, "whats wrong Devlov, since you got back we havent had any fun." Eric Braced himself against the opposite wall as much as possible, trying to force his way through the car's wall. "k, k, Klaus....this isnt exactly the time or place." Klaus raised one paw, putting a finger to his mouth, "Shhhh, now now, come on, im sure you missed our little, sessions." Eric's heart raced, "sessions?" he thought frantically in his mind. Klaus leaned forward, eyes closed, and locked lips with Him. Eric's heart shot out of his chest, his ears standing on end and eyes going wide. Klaus held the kiss slightly forcefully, suprising for his small stature, with Eric's struggles going for naught. Eric finally managed to break it when a knock at the door made Klaus loosen his hold, "Major, is there something wrong?" Eric made a break for the door, reaching it before Klaus, and opening and shutting it before he could reach him. Standing disheveled in the hallway, he gulped and breathed heavilly, the sergeant blinked and backed away slowly. Eric straightened out his clothes, combed back his fur and went back to his seat. Tylor chuckled from his seat, "Have a rough patch in the stall there?" Eric returned a curt smile and sat forward, hiding his eyes and blushing face from the passing servers. Klaus soon followed his return, sitting in the empty bench in front of him.
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Klaus' slight annoyance towards him faded as night came, the dull lights of the train car lulling Klaus into a soft sleep. Eric read through a German Newspaper, proclaiming "Major" German Victories on Land, Sea, and Air. A name continually popped up, "Richthofen....the Red Baron." Eric Chuckled to himself, "the nerve of some people hah." He set the paper aside and leaned back casually in his seat, humming a Spiritual he had heard while growing up in the valley. Tylor was sitting towards the front of the car, continually checking his watch and glancing back towards the rear car-door. Eric met his gaze and nodded politely, which was met by a questioning stare and a nod offhand. Klaus stirred from his slumber, wiping his nose on his sleeve and yawning widely....
(I Am Really off today....sorry, I'll Update soon, Im just having some head pains :'( )
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That's like my shoulder pains. Although they have gone away. (Thank the Gods for that one.)
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"Are we there yet?" Klaus asked sleepily. Eric checked his pocket watch and shook his head, nodding to the frosted windows and the pitch black night beyond the frozen glass. "We should arrive by sunrise, the rail lines are all being re-constructed, a few Entante bombers actually made their mark." Klaus nodded half-heartedly and rolled on his side, relaxing in the padded bench. Eric glanced back at Tylor, who stood suddenly and headed towards the front of the car, leading to the connected luggage and munitions cars. Eric stood and followed within the shadows, making sure not to be seen. Tylor continually glanced over his shoulder, making it difficult for Eric to not be seen by his prey. As they passed through the luggage area, his nervous quarry pulled out a carton of cigarettes, tapping the box so that one slid out easily. Eric's boot caught a large officer's bag, causing him to collapse headlong into the dimly lit clearing Tylor was occupying. The frantic looking hound jumped and drew his pistol, it's sights squared evenly between Eric's eyes. "m....Major?" Eric groaned and stood, rubbing at his left pec, "Yes, gah." "why...why were you following me?" "I wanted to see....if I could.....Bum a cigarette off you." the
(Damn timing, NO COMMENTS!!! UPDATE IN A FEW!!!)
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The car shook soothingly as it rambled along the frostbitten hills of the European country-side. Eric moved toward one of the windows and wiped away the sheen of mist that had overtaken it, "your acting far more nervous than you should be if your having merely a cigarette withdrawal." Tylor's face was marred by a cloud of thick smoke, but he could feel the hound's eyes boring into his motions, "I'll admit I'm a bit intrigued into why your acting so strange." Tylor took a long drag from the cigarette and then casually discarded it on the car's floor, grinding it with his heel, "Don't concern yourself with it." "you usually speak to a ranking officer in that tone?" "Sorry sir, I'm just a bit agitated over a friend." "hmmm, mind explaining soldier?" "I'm not at liberty to say." "your below me in rank and experience, unless your working with the Imperial Security Council you are at liberty to discuss anything with me." Tylor shook his head, patting his sides looking for his carton."I'm sorry sir, I just....cant." Eric drew Tylor's Carton from his coat pocket, "here, I forgot to give it back to you, good brand by the way." Tylor forced a smile and approached him slowly, "thank you sir, I got them special ordered before the Enemy blockaded certain ports." as Tylor grasped the carton, Eric gripped his forearm, "Captain, I don't make a habit of asking someone something more than once." "Major your gripping my arm too tightly." Eric held firm despite his struggling, his eyes focusing hard on Tylor's increasingly frightened face. "I'm sorry for inconveniencing you." he released his hold on the other's arm. Tylor straightened out his collar and nodded, began turning to head back to the front car. Eric drew his revolver and held it behind his back, grinning, "Captain Tylor Naussman of the German Internal Security Office, no recorded killings but a master at intelligence gathering and distribution, has been credited for demoralizing Russian forces and positioning troops in enemy weak points on both the western and eastern front, tends to be distracted by young women, and men, of any species, and has been warned for deviant behavior and been a lead suspect in a rape case in Serbia." Tylor stood frozen in the middle of the car, "You were cleared of the charges of course, I mean, it wouldn't be proper for the public face of the cloak and dagger world to be a rapist now would it." "h...how?" "Oh no you dont ask questions, now you just pay." Tylor turned slowly, his hands in the air, "I'm not armed." "I know." Eric raised the revolver and fired a round right into Tylor's left paw, blowing off a finger. Tylor collapsed to the floor of the car screaming, holding his bloody paw in his lap. Eric walked over and delivered a rough shove to his ribs, pushing him to the floor of the car against the opposite wall. Tylor began to cough and shake violently as he lay on the floor, "you...y...c....can....cant....b...be...s..erious...th..the...lll....hear...annnnd co...come." Eric shook his head and checked the cylinder of the revolver, counting the remaining rounds. "no no no, see, as informed as you are, you forget that the passenger cars of these trains are soundproofed, to keep out the howling wind, shellfire and overall unpleasantness of the cold nights." Tylor coughed up a large globule of blood onto Eric's boot. "damnit, now I'm going to have to spend all tomorrow afternoon cleaning my boot." Eric cocked his leg and kicked Tylor in the stomach, causing him to curl up into a quivering ball. Eric grabbed ahold of his boots and dragged him towards the door leading to the troop transport car. He opened the door and moved around to behind Tylor, lifting him up by the armpits, "what...what are you d..doing." "disposing of a dirty little secret of mine." He shoved Tylor into the front casing of the Troop car, his body bouncing back and down, being dragged under the train, numerous snapping and popping noises fading away as the train continued on it's path. Just then a young soldier opened the door, blinking at Eric. Eric stood in the doorway with his revolver in hand and a bloody boot. He rolled his shoulder and looked around, "Rats.....Big Rats, they wouldnt be quiet." The soldier's feline eyes rolled in knowledge, "At least your not seated next to one sir." Eric smiled and nodded, saluting with his pistol hand. He returned to his car and sat down at his bench, removing his boots and placing them in his nearby boot case. Klaus stirred and smiled at him, "late night tinkle?" "Yeah, you know me."
(mmmmhmmmm.......I need to extend the content of the posts....more to come.)
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Im on Hiatus....Personal Matters...
Any Questions or Complaints place them with the story concerning your problem.
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Updating soon, any questions post.
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thtere really cool...how mny more?
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Numerous ones.....
I just need time to think X3
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Time to think about what? :P
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"Incoming!" shells rained down just yards from their positions in the trenches, a rain of steel and fire from which there was no warning. Eric leaned his head back casually on the wall of the trench as the other green German troops crouched in fearful silence, like if they spoke the shells would find them. Klaus was busy checking the barrel of his rifle, which he had disassembled and wraped in cloth to keep it clean from the raining debris. a whistle blew from the opposite trenches and a shout came from their own, "MAN THE LINE!" Eric stood up slowly, breathing shallowly as he scanned the desolate landscape of no-man's land. As the blackened smoke from the barrage cleared, a swarm of French troops surged into view, bayonets fixed and battle cries raised. Eric sighed and began his heavy hearted job. He sighted an officer, pistol in hand, and fired, the round clearing through the hound's skull and pushing him back. he turned his attention to the forward wave and began to pick them off as well, firing calmly and calculatingly. the soldiers pushed on, ever determined and reached the trench system to the right of him. "Klaus, hold here, im going to help clear our right flank." Klaus nodded and fired over the parapet. Eric raced down the muddy, bloody system of trenches and reached the portion being overrun, he drew a pistol and began to help clear it, gathering grenades from the fallen bodies around him. A frenchman jumped over the edge of a trench and straight into the muzzle of Eric's Pistol, dead before he ever hit the earth. he moved further into the system, aiding where he could. within twenty minutes, the entire assault wave had been decimated, no survivors, as ordered by the high command. Eric trudged back to his former position, tripping several times over the bodies of the 'enemy'. Klaus sat, relaxed, against the slightly damaged wall of his trench, smoking a cigarette and whistling to himself, "You know Devlov, the enemy seems to be very fond of you, that side of the trench received more troops than ours." Eric scowled and nodded, plopping onto an empty crate for ammunition.
Later that night, Eric and Klaus were within their small earthen shelter, hearing the humming and singing from the younger soldiers just ouside their makeshift wooden door. Klaus leaned back, fluffing up his headfur, "so innocent, I bet half of them havent even been with a woman yet." Eric lay curled up against the opposite side of the dugout, his head tucked into his body, "Klaus.....I havent slept in days, and right now this dugout is the greatest luxury we have, I'd rather like to enjoy it before another attack is sounded." Klaus grinned mischievously. he crawled out of his blanket and went over to Eric's pulling it out from around him and getting under. Eric's eyes widened and his heart picked up in pace, "K...Klaus not now." Klaus pouted and wrapped an arm around him, "Come on, whats wrong, my puppy doesnt like getting intimate anymore?" Eric growled and stood, looking up, "DAMNIT, not every story has to be aYaoi!"
Emopup giggled as he typed, looking up innocently, "Shush, you know you love it." Eric Growled and shook his fist, "Come one, this is ridiculous, were in the middle of a battlefield." Emopup's ears drooped, "I know....its just you and Klaus look so sweet together....and besides I keep getting fangirl fantasies X.X" Eric facepaws, "Still, come on...." Emopup stuck his toungue out, "oh alright......back in time then."
Eric shook his head, "ow....what happened....artillery?" Klaus blinked and tilted his head, "uhmm, no, probably just stress." Eric nodded and curled back up, "you know, were supposed to go on a mission tomorrow, you sure your up to that?" Eric rolled over and looked up at the earthen roof, "yeah, just a bit tired....or stressed." Klaus smiled and rolled over, putting out the small lantern that had been keeping the dugout alight, "goodnight." the darkness held a strange calm over Eric, thoughts that had been racing through his mind all day halted, and disolved into the back of his mind. (Plus he threatened me with Death during our last rehearsal so I'm straying from doing anything Naughty with this .)
A gray haze hung over everything as Eric and Klaus crawled along the scorched and muddy earth of no man's land, the stench of bodies and copper mixing, "klaus, how far?" the pair were clad in earth colored camouflage, dragging themselves as close to the ground as possible, "not much further, we should reach a deserted section of trench within minutes, we can then make our way towards their command centre." Eric nodded absently to himself, continuing on. The biting cold wind nipped at the left side of his face as they made their way towards the trench system reported to have been bombarded by gas rounds earlier in the day. Klaus tugged on his Legging as they were about to reach the forward wire line, "what?" Klaus pointed silently towards the trench, rifles and helmets shifting and moving beneath the carved earth. "Damnit!" Eric swore under his breath, "Alright....Klaus, we wait till dark." He turned back and watched the soldiers move about, "Lets hope they dont have to go anywhere."
yeah, this one sucked, and I apolgize
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(You ARE too easy love.xD)