((For Rays Awesomeness)) WW2 RP

[Aconitum]

Magnolia stumbled out of the bar as if every step she took could land her on her face. She blinked as she was brought out of the dark bar and waited for her eyes to adgust.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray helped Magnolia into the back of the scout car, and sat in the gunner seat. "Alright, we got your VIP, let's get back to the base."

[Farewell]

*Zaida relaxes on the truck* "thank you.. So much" (OMG I might make sergal partial soon )

[Aconitum]

Herman laughed and passed a glance back to Magnolia as he sped off toward base. Mags slouched and stared up at the sky. Suddenly, she lurched forward and threw up into the front of the vehicle. Herman jumped and yelled, trying to avoid the sickness that made its way into the front.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray grimaced, but did not move. He turned, and looked at Magnolia. "What's the matter Mags? Can't hold your booze?" He chuckled, and turned back around. "Oh well, we all aren't gifted with Herman's Iron stomach, eh?" He laughed, and tapped Herman's chest with the back of his paw.

[Aconitum]

Herman screwed up his face in disgust. "Yeah..." He said, trying to think of methods he could use to get the stink and stains from the vehicle. Magnolia held her stomach. "Shut it, Rayleonarde. Or I'll decorate the back of your head with my breakfast." She groaned.

[Rayleonarde]

As they pulled into the field base, Ray sighed. When the car stopped, Ray got out, and helped Magnolia to the barracks. "You just need to sleep, Mags. You'll have a headache later, but...oh well. The price paid for a good time, huh?" He set her in an unoccupied bed, and looked at all of the soldiers within. Ray fixed them all with the cold stare he was renown for. "I may have lost my rank, soldiers, but not my resolve. If any of you even think of touching this woman..." They nervously begin going about their business. He may have lost his colors, but Ray's name had not been forgotten in the ranks, he still had his bite, and wasn't afraid to show it.  Ray walked back to Herman, cleaning supplies in tow. "Alright, let's get started."


A few hours pass, and Ray and Herman walk back to the barracks, the scout car cleaned of any vomit. They step into the barracks, as several soldiers leave, mobilizing on a mission.  Ray took one of the bunks adjacent to Magnolia, as Herman did the same.  Ray watched the ceiling fan spin around and around, before he fell asleep.

[Ryan Naismith]

Name:  Sgt. Lee R Reddington


Race/Species: red fox


Weapon: Springfield m1903 bolt action rifle with a scope he also carries a de lisle carbine as a silenced secondary.


Alignment: OSS operative, from the USA

He was dropped, to train and assist resistance forces in any way possible.


Musical Theme:http://m.youtube.com/watch?feature=youtu.be&v=1kooXAfY7p8


Personal Quote (Catch phrase): Ah Christ...

[Ryan Naismith]

((The reenactor in me is happy right now))

[Rayleonarde]

Ray awoke with a start, and chuckled. "Oh, just a horrible..." He looked down, and sighed. "Never mind." Ray stood, and grabbed his pack, noticing Herman was still asleep, he walked out to the firing range. He picked up the standard pioneer's MP-40, adjusting to it. He hadn't used one as a shutze, and didn't get much practice with the weapon. After a few moments, he sighted his target, and fired. A neat grouping of about three inches across formed on the wooden figure. "Though a great weapon, it's definitely not an assault rifle." He moved on to the next station, this one for pioneers only; the Flammenwerfer. Ray spoke with the rangemaster, dropped his pack, and donned the tank of pressurized fuel. He jogged about for a moment, getting used to the bulk, before returning to the range.  He readied the nozzle, and steeled himself. At the press of a trigger, gouts of fire flew from the tube, igniting the wooden dummy, and most of what was around it. After a few seconds, Ray pulled his paw back, and shook it. "Verdammt, the thing gets hot." He practiced with the weapons for the next few hours, growing accustomed to the grunt tools.

[Aconitum]

Magnolia woke up and saw that Herman and Ray had already gotten their day started. She stood and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

[Ryan Naismith]

 Reddington was prone on the floor of a treeline, several hundred meters out from the nazi compound. Just far enough for them to not hear the report of his rifle.
He was to take out the guard towers while a group of FFI members snuck in, grabbed as many crates of rifles an munitions as they could, and got the hell out of there. Preferably with a nazi half-track.

They'd been reconnoitering this camp for weeks. There were four guard towers, one at each corner of the camp. He couldn't take out four guys fast enough to prevent an alarm, so he had the best shot of this resistance cell, Emile Lhermitte, posted on the other side of the camp. He would take out the other half. When the guards are taken out, he would signal a small group of commandos to move in. They were to sneak in from the north side (it was the grassiest, and the closest to the woods), cut the fence just enough to fit, and then they climb through, find  a half track, take said half track, Load it with as much ammo as they can, and then get the hell out of dodge.
Hopefully, it would work.

[Aconitum]

Magnolia strode about with a rifle strapped to her back. She wore a long black coat that dragged on the ground as she moved on account of it being Herman's and her just being a bit shorter.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray doused the range in fire, for a few seconds more, before extinguishing the flame. He turned around, and spotted Magnolia. "Hello, Mags! Might I say, you look imperious in that coat."

[Aconitum]

Magnolia turned her attention to Ray and offered him a light smile. "Herman said that as well. I think it makes me look shorter than usual." She chuckled as she moved beside him.