paradisalogs | (no subject)

Who: Hans Von Hammer and OPEN
What: A fighter pilot arrives in the castle...
When: Now and when you arrive
Where: A corridor somewhere
Rating: PG, probably

"I am no longer your enemy..."

Those had been his words to the American soldiers, as the Messerschmitt jets exploded behind him. His last act of duty to a dying land, under a tyrant he despised. Then there had been...light. He had thought that death had finally caught up with him, that his turn had finally come.

Then he landed. And it hurt, landing on stone. He rolled on the ground for a moment, gritting his teeth, then sat up suddenly. No, this was neither heaven nor hell - frankly, it had the air of some of the aristocratic homes he had seen over the decades. Interesting, but he was alert - wary for traps.

He stood up, blue eyes surveying the immediate terrain. Anyone seeing him would see a man in a WWII Luftwaffe uniform - but the Pour Le Merite medal hanging at his throat pointed to an older, and very different, origin.

He whipped off the cap, with its hated symbol, and tossed it aside. Time to get to the bottom of this.

Threaded | Flat

There's an underdressed woman, walking down that hallway.

"I've always liked admiring men in uniform." Have a grin and a wink.

There's someone wandering down the same corridor as you, Hans. Someone dressed in a uniform, also.

Though John Geary's looks vaguely naval than anything. And that of an Officer.

He pauses, looking over the new person.

"Looks like this place has claimed a new victim."

And from around the corner came a giant red man, seven feet tall, with two sawed-off horns on his head. He didn't initially seem all that interested in this new arrival, probably because he didn't realize he was new, and was about to walk right by with only a casual nod of greeting.

Then he noticed the hat on the ground and did a double take at the man and his uniform, yellow eyes going wide at first and then quickly narrowing in fury.

"Nazi!" he bellowed, instantly breaking into a run, pulling back his giant stone right hand, preparing to just sock him in the chest.