I put the moogle there as a joke. Kind of like a hint hint poke poke kind of thing. I wanted to put some kind of RPG element in this story but something minor.
Also, the HP and MP recovery was a bit corny.
Saying it restored his health would possibly have been less corny. But do whatever the hell you like, since it is your story.
Yeah the moogles are really a contrast to the rest of the story a totally different mood to i. And yeah korey probably would of creamed the moogle.
I thought the moogle was a cute little quirk, am i the only one that didn’t mind it?
You aren’t the only one gunsmoke. It said in Korey’s profile he had some sense in honor so since the moogle helped him you get the idea. Now if it were an enemy on the other hand…
If Korey has some sense of honour and an enemy helped him, then he would still help him in return. Or did I not understand you properly?
shrugs that’s beyound me. He’s Nagumo’s character and his story.
Though it is a story…this kinda stuff actually did happen. Germans and Americans/British have helped each other out in terrible situations, like tending to wounded or being merciful to stranded soldiers.
I vill burn efry moogle I see! to ZE DEATH!
but zat rhemyndes me off a storhee. vonce apona tyme, zere vuz dese monks. unt von day zee monk sees ze ozzer munk helping ze skorpion zat vuz goink to drown. ze skorpion kept stinging ze monk, so ze ozzer munk asked “vhy do help zat creature? it stings you so” and ze ozzer monk died, zen ze skorpion killed ze ozzer monk. ze moral to ze story is do not fuck viz ze skorpion!
Or the enemy in this case. * Hides stuffed moogle*
You have a way of slaughtering the German mannerisms…I’m mortified.
I vill haf you know, zat zere haf been plenty off genuine german peoples zat haf sought I vas from germany.
Das stimmt ja? Ich spreche ein wenig deutsche und Ich bin uberrascht leute denken dass du bist deutsch.
Which translates (not quite literally) as: “Is that true? I speak a little German and I am surprised that people think that you are German”, right?
Come, now. Whether he can really speak German or not, he is obviously making fun of it intentionally; his mocking of it hardly says anything about his ability to speak it in actuallity. After all, how many people would understand him if he spoke true German? That wouldn’t be any fun at all, now would it?
Ding ding ding!!! We have a winner! It’s all fun and games here though…and real German is pretty tough to translate literally so bravo to you. No real offense towards Charl…but his German mannerisms is too stereotypical/funny for me to ignore.
I know I sound kinda blunt but don’t read it then if it bothers you so much.
Yeah sorry about that. I’ve been bugging out because Basic Training looms in about…lemme check…6 days and I’m scared as hell. I don’t mean to be so aggressive or antagonistic. My bust, my bad, my b, my dip.
RPGC in World War II
Chapter 4: Wind’s Nocturne
By Addy N. (Gotta use this name again ^-^) Note this is the first time I’ve ever used these face thingys and most likely the last. Is the song right? I mean did I type it right? I never put a song in a story before. I also took out the moogle in the last chapter. So I asked someone if I could put them in my story and she said yes.
November 3rd 1941
Forest near the base of GoGo
The down fighter pilot drew his Lugar pistol even though it was a she, she was still his enemy. He thought about what his father told him ‘An enemy is an enemy. You fight against your enemy with pride and honor in war and in peace you live as friends.’ This is what a Japanese soldier told his father after he was captured. The RPGC soldier did something next that Korey did not expect. She began to sing.
“Wishing on a dream that seems far off
Hoping it will come today
Into the starlit night
Foolish dreamers turn their gaze
Waiting on a shooting star”
Korey never heard a song so beautiful. He almost lowered his pistol, but stopped himself from doing so. What he did not stop though was continuing to listen to the song.
“But
What if that star is not to come?
Will their dreams fade to nothing?
When the horizon darkens most
We all need to believe there is hope
Is an angel watching closely over me?
Can there be a guiding light I’ve yet to see?
I know my heart should guide me but
There’s a hole within my soul
What will fill this emptiness inside of me?
Am I to be satisfied without knowing?
I wish then for a chance to see
Now all I need,
Is my star to come...?”
Korey admitted to himself that this was the first time he felt this was towards the enemy. He regained what he had to do though. “Freeze!” He said in German then English as he stepped closer to her.
She looked at him but did not raise or drop her machine gun.
“Drop the weapon!” He commanded in English.
He took another step closer but it was too close. Quicker than Von Hoth could react she grabbed the barrel of her machine gun and swung it like a sword. The gun struck the left side of Korey’s face. He was knocked down and rolled once. He found himself on his back looking at the stars then a barrel of a machine gun came into view. He had already dropped his pistol so he just got up and raised his hands.
She pushed the barrel of the gun into his back. “Go!” She ordered.
He began to walk down the path.
Luftwaffe Airbase: Jaeger Pilots Barracks
Sitting in almost empty barracks Joseph Kerr, a half Russian half German, sat writing a letter to his mother and father.
Siegfried von Wittenberg a man who considered himself a true German sat next to him. “Joseph? What are you doing here comrade?”
“Hello. I’m here because Kesselring wishes it.” Joseph answered.
“Well I guess it can’t be helped. So how’s flying against the Russian’s? You know I would be on the Eastern front if I wasn’t here.”
“It’s ok. They’re not too bad. I say this is much better than the Eastern front. I’m going on the bomber escort in a few hours. Are you going as well?”
“Yes I am. I heard that one of they’re main airfields is knocked out so we shouldn’t have that much trouble…well maybe from the other airfields.”
Joseph notices the sword Siegfried has at his side. “You love to carry that sword huh?”
“Yes. I don’t give a damn what Goring says or the Fuhrer for that matter!”
Joseph waved his hands. “Shhh. Keep your voice down.”
“No! These fool’s ill conceived plans will kill us all! Why has the Fuhrer sent us here? I feel this is just one of his dreams! And why haven’t we knocked out the other airfields before we launch this plan? We have brilliant but absent minded leaders you know.” Von Wittenberg stormed out of the barracks.
Joseph said weakly as Siegfried walked away “The other airfields…ah forget about it.” He went back to writing his letter:
Dear Mother and Father,
It is the 3rd of November and I am now getting ready to fly against the RPGCanese for the first time. I hear they are skilled but lack overall balance in attack, defense, and that they use aircraft by the Americans and British. The pilots at this base are good pilots but I only have one friend of them all. Siegfried von Wittenberg is his name. He believes in the old ways, and is sometimes hotheaded. He wonders why we are here; in fact, since I got here I wonder why we attacked this island. The oil and other recourses don’t seem worth the distance and I doubt the Fuhrer wants just the oil. I think he wants to link up with his new allies the Japanese. I remember stories from my grandfather about how Japan defeated us at Tushima in 1905. Anyway I heard that Field Marshal Guenther von Kluge has had a hard time because of the terrain in Kalinin to Mozhasisk. Hopefully by the time you get this letter the war against Russia will see the light of ending soon, as it was planned. I hope this war against RPGC will end soon as well. The base I’m at now is better than the other fields I was at, mainly the one in Medyn. I look forward to getting another letter telling me how the Reich is and how the Motherland is doing against it.
Joseph
P.S. You know I’m not too good at writing letters but this is a little better.
Joseph put the letter in an envelope and proceeded to the mail drop off room.
Road to the base of GoGo
The Female RPGC soldier ordered Korey to walk faster and he complied. Korey had a plan. It wasn’t a good one, but he decided he had to make conversation. “That was a nice song. So what’s your name?”
“You want to know my name?” She asked.
“Yes. I mean I want to know my enemy. Even though fight against them I understand they are not faceless or nameless.”
She didn’t know if this was how he felt or if it was some kind of trick. She was told that Germans were evil and cruel to anyone not like them. Regardless she still answered him. “My name is Chris-Chris.”
“Ah, that’s an odd name but so is mine.” Korey paused for a second. “My name is Korey von Hoth. Well at least I don’t have one of those weird names like Tetsuya Nomura or something like that…just kidding I respect the Japanese. My father was captured by the Japanese in the Great War.”
She scratched her head for a second. “If you’re hoping for me to lower my guard because of your rambling it’s not going to work.”
The Hauptman sighed in defeat. “Well at least it’s all true.”
The base came into view. They walked up to the checkpoint, Chris-Chris showed the guard her papers and they were allowed to pass. Korey was escorted to an outside holding area made up of nothing more than wooden beams stuck in the ground with barbed wire.
Korey looked at the defenses. At the part of this base toward the Germans all he saw were a good number of older French and British Anti-Tank guns, machine guns, old artillery, and one long trench. “Tell me. Is one long trench guarding the bottom half of this island, with all these guns your only defense?”
She didn’t answer. He was put into what looked like a quick made holding area. The only advance part of this cell was the hinges and the lock that was fastened on.
WOW a Lunar reference,i didn’t expect that.
I just had the funny idea that halucinating and mistaking CC for a moogle.