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war is war and hell is hell, and of the two...

THE WAR ZONE MEME

WARNING: Meme will contain TRIGGERS, including war, violence, capture, and general uncomfortable content. Please do not click if you don't want to see, and please respect your fellow role-players.

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ROLES
1) The General/Admiral: You're the head honcho, the guy in charge. You have hundreds, maybe thousands of lives resting on you. What decision will you make?

2) The Officer: Not the leader, but you've got responsibility for your crew. What's your specialty -- independent initiative? Insubordination? Or do you let the noncoms walk all over you?

3) The Soldier: Just an ordinary soldier with your pike, or rifle, or energy gun. Your job is to follow orders. But when it comes down to it, when you look the enemy in the eye -- what will you do?

4) Spy: Dressed in civilian clothes, disguised as an enemy officer. Your job is to get as much information as you can, and then get out. Or are you going to sow a little chaos and destruction along the way?

5) Civilian: This is your land that's being fought over. Do you support a side? Do you hide, or do you hold steady in the face of such violence?

6) Other.

SCENARIOS
1) Battle: In the middle of the fighting.

2) Downtime/R&R: A few peaceful moments, to spend as you will.

3) Sabotage: Something's gone terribly wrong. A factory blown up, a bridge destroyed, an assassination. What do you do about it?

4) Planning: How do you go about storming that beach?

5) Capture/Rescue: The enemy soldiers have you surrounded. Or maybe you're on a daring mission to break your buddies out of jail.

6) Other.

TIME PERIOD
1) Ancient times: Grab that centurion's helmet, form up into a phalanx, and let's go crush those Gauls and/or Persians!

2) Medieval times: Suit up in your armor, grab a lance and make sure to bring along your squire.

3) Revolutionary times: Basic guns and muskets, very little medical care, and very little tactics. Give the other army a few days to dig in, and they'll hold you off forever.

4) World War I/II: Technology is advancing, and warfare is more sophisticated than ever. Remember the trenches, the skirmishes in cities, the spies and the drama.

5) Modern times: Guerilla warfare, modern tactics, modern technology.

6) The future: Ray guns? Space battles? Let your imagination go wild.

7) Other.

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[ a conscripted medic in the tsar's army in ww1 and devoted bolshevik, in his canon much more of a leader to the men than their actual commander. sensible, introverted, and compassionate, generally doing his best but angered and tired by the general state of affairs. he's not likely to see characters fighting against the russians as his enemies and will absolutely offer them medical assistance so there are plenty of opportunities for neutral-to-positive cr regardless of allegiance for threads set during ww1. can also play him during the russian civil war or au him into wwii, whatever works. crosscanon welcome! ]

[ a combat correspondent with stars and stripes during the vietnam war. would prefer to keep him in the 20th c. on the whole but am down for aus. ]

[ Past WWII era or modern/future war AU, let's go. ]

[ do you have a pref for pre- or post-serum during WWII? ]

[ Post-serum, he can't do anything particularly useful pre-serum for the war effort, unfortunately. ]

[ 'Might.' Funny how much weight a single word can have. HYDRA might be sinking its claws into Italy, so Jim Angleton is riding in the back of a car headed for the main yard of the SSC. It's not just Rogers he's here to talk to, though much of the necessary conversations with the man's handlers have already been had far in advance, but it's "Cap" that he wants to talk to first. He's been inside these facilities; his commanders haven't.

Jim knows, of course, that it'll be a letdown to see him instead of the immaculate Agent Carter and her fire-engine-red lipstick, even without knowing anything of the guy. She's gorgeous and female, and he's some intelligence officer from Idaho. But hey, war is hell.

Colonel Phillips gives him the usual greeting, takes him to the planning room where Rogers is already waiting. He's tall, is Jim's initial thought, more surprised than anything: at a hair over six feet himself, he's not overly accustomed to looking up to meet the eyes of others. The guy has to be what, 6'4? 6'5? Makes him wonder where he started prior to getting injected. He's attractive, too, in the WASPy American Boy Next Door sort of way, the kind of face they love to put on recruitment posters (and did, as he understands it)—not necessarily what Jim would define as ideal, but certainly what he imagines the average middle-class housewife would. He vaguely wonders if that was by design too, and who made that call, and decides not to linger on the thought.

Instead Jim ducks his head slightly in greeting, smiles faint but mostly genuine, extends a rather bony hand. ]

Jim Angleton, OSS. Nice to meet you.

[ Map laid out neat as anything, uniform buttoned up to irritating perfection (it's too hot in the room or he just continues to run hot and having to dress like this is murder when he'd rather be hashing out the details with the Howlies at camp, already enroute- but approaching Italy will be complicated. First he has to finish learning the language (half memorized already and that always bothers him in a distant sort of way, that even while struggling in the tenement to be polite to all the nonnas he just couldn't get the gist of it and now it's as easy as picking up French, German, and half the codes they use to wire back to base). No one mentioned how everything would become sharper.

But it is, and he makes the most of it, that's why he's got this body, this mind, this position with his own squad.

Soon as the door opens he straightens, head tilting in greeting. ]

Sir. [ He pastes on the same smile he used for every USO show and signing, friendly, polite, harmless. It even almost reaches his eyes because this isn't a senator or someone paying the government for a few more rounds in someone's rifle that might die before they get used- it's an Agent like Peggy, someone that's trying to do something about all this mess. He can respect that. Steve reaches out to take the hand offered, shaking with careful consideration to the delicacy of Agent Angelton's hand. ] The feeling's mutual. Glad to know they've got someone that knows what they're doing available while Pe- Agent Carter's spoken for.

[ Jim catches the slip, of course—Rogers and Carter are close, probably. Possibly fraternizing, or maybe it's onesided fawning, though reciprocity seems more likely in the case that he's right in his suspicions. Carter could certainly do as well as Captain America if she wanted to.

He shrugs at the compliment. ]

I was in town.

[ Well, at least in the same country. Jim pauses to issue a quick thanks when Colonel Phillips dismisses himself and closes the door behind him, then digs in the pocket of his coat for a moment and produces a standard-issue Zippo lighter and half-empty pack of Marlboro cigarettes. ]

You smoke?

...You know what? I haven't tried. Used to need the kind for asthma, haven't really needed to since- well.

[ He gestures to himself with a helpless shrug. A lot of things have changed beyond height, musculature, and durability. Can't really drink for anything anymore, so there's less point in trying. But it never occurred to him to light up. ]

If it's not an imposition, that is.

[ God knows Dum-Dum's not much one for sharing his cigars, and Buck hoards his Malboro's whenever he gets his hands on them. Giving up his share didn't seem like that much of a hardship. ]

Of course not. Least I can do for Captain America.

[ Wry, but not mocking; good-natured, as he tends to be when dealing with Americans (or Englishmen).

Jim taps one out of the pack, holds it out, gives Rogers a light before getting his own. ]

They say you never forget your first.

[ Several years back, for him, though he never stopped enjoying smoking. The cigarettes are more of the easy company of an old friend now. ]

[ Steve accepts with a polite dip of his head, holding the cigarette with an artist's delicacy as it's lit.

The weight and shape of it is familiar enough, even if the smell, taste, and burn is something new entirely. It feels similar and comforting, soothing some ache or craving that's purely mental since any real addiction to the asthma sort was wiped away along with the asthma.

Tipping his head back he exhales slow, peering up through the hazy curl of smoke, fingers itching for his pencils. ]

Guess I missed it more than I thought. Thanks.

Don't mention it.

[ Jim gives him a moment to enjoy the initial rush, something distant to his own experience but still memorable, and sits back against the desk, resting his weight and the heel of one hand on its polished edge. ]

As I understand it you're very familiar with our friends in HYDRA.

[ ALL of Cap's buddies are locked up. All of them. Okay not all of them. The few still on the outside unearth a final trump card for the heroes: Shanoa, a young woman put to sleep in the 1800s to be woken up in the event of Dracula's return. Their present situation is deemed to be dire enough.

I understand. I'll help you.

Poor Shanoa has had hardly a second to catch her breath since waking up. She puts on a brave face though, and smiles for these people who say they need her. She doesn't complain yet remains unmistakably somber despite attempts to keep her own spirits up. Sitting in the back of their ship, the two of them are alone. Steve is flying. She uses the opportunity to focus her breathing, still adjusting to the feeling of breathing in her helmet. She is donned in their best armor with the sad constraint Shanoa needs the tattoos on her back and shoulders exposed in order to wield her magic. So, she could only be so armored. Shanoa is a bit of a glass cannon. While her glyph magic grants her huge versatility and offensive power, she's no super soldier. She's just a squishy dumb little human. So her job is simple: follow Captain America and eliminate threats. ]

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[canonically hed her tits blown off in the war ig.

definitely the future]

[ jim's in the oss during wwii and spends the early years of the war shadowing at mi6 to get a sense for how things are done at better-established/older intelligence agencies, but i can come up with a reason to have him most places. flexible with scenario and very open to xc. ]

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[ teenage super soldier fighting in a space war. slots easily into similar premises (especially ones with giant robots) but i'm down for aus. crosscanon and assumed cr both welcome. ]

[ doctor/medical researcher from a radioactive post nuclear war wasteland, everywhere is kind of a war zone tbh. open to au scenarios but prefer sci fi over historical, crosscanon welcome. ]

[Princess general of a post apocalyptic kingdom slowly drowning under a sea of corruption full of alien insects]

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[ An archangel, basically the 'naive living superweapon' archetype you get in anime a lot. Does a bit of a 'starts out dehumanizing her enemies, later realizes they're people' arc. Doesn't make much sense outside of fantasy or 'sufficiently advanced' science fiction settings. ]

[ A modern era (maybe 1960s?) soldier in an alternate history where Muscovy never formed the Russian empire and remains a junior partner to Lithuania, which dominates eastern and central Europe. The two are allies in a thoroughly pointless and brutal war with a post-Ottoman state.

Martina is an accountant in the logistics corps but due to various harebrained schemes and unlikely turns of events she often winds up in the line of fire. Significantly more dangerous with an abacus than a gun. ]

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[I would lean into doing wars of Middle-Earth (i.e. The War of the Jewels that he was in canonically or perhaps he made it through that one in an AU and ended up in any of the several others.) but I'm happy to do an au into another timeline/our version of earth.

He is a Prince of the Noldor and later their King and so is at lowest an officer and more likely a general, setting depending. He could also do a bit of spying, he's both brave and a bit sneaky.]

ooc: Coming from the future to make sure wars end the way they're supposed to.

{{A mercenary war-mage they call The Lady Crow, she's here to rain arcane fire down on your enemies. For a few, of course.}}

[He's utterly tired of waging war, as well as resigned to it as a fact of life at this point.]

( She'd most likely be working to aid in transporting citizens out of the war zone and to safety, though she'd engage in combat if she has to. Open to any time period/setting. )

[ It's cold but he's panting, chest heaving up and down under his overcoat like he's just run a race. The pain is blinding, shooting up and down from its point of origin until he's not even certain where, exactly, the bullets hit. All Vasiliy knows is the deep blue of his trouser leg is now stained dark burgundy, wet and sticking to his skin.

He at least manages to roll over and press his face into the hard cold street beneath it, covering the back of his head with interlaced fingers as the latest of the German planes screeches by overhead followed by the sound of a detonation a few meters away. Vasiliy clamps his jaw shut and fights off the urge to yell as he twists enough to survey the area around himself and jostles his leg in the process once it's passed.

The American, trapped in the city he grew up in like the rest of them, is in the process of running across the street with an old woman. When she hobbles into the nearest building and The American turns, Vasiliy manages a strained— ]

Medic! Here! I'm hit!

[ Not quite a medic, but it gets the point across. At least he stands out from the civilians and the Red Army men, in uniform as an officer of the NKVD, not a soldier. This isn't how any of this was supposed to happen. He was visiting his parents, for fuck's sake. ]

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[ Ever alert, Claire hears a shout for help once she enters the shelter, having passed the old woman off to one of her colleagues. They'll continue on to safety, but she's not done.

She glances around, a hand on the sidearm strapped to her hip, then proceeds in the direction of the voice she heard. In the next room she finds him, a young man with an injured leg. It looks pretty bad, enough that he likely won't be able to walk without assistance, if at all. ]

Hey, I got you. I'm not a medic, but I can get you to one.

[ Claire kneels at his side as she talks to him, relieved that he speak at least some English. She's learned some Russian since she's been here, but not nearly enough yet.

She reaches into a bag that's slung over her shoulder to pull out some bandages. ]

Is it just your leg that's injured?

Don't know.

[ He's not numb, so presumably it didn't hit his spine. To the contrary, though the end result is the same: the pain is so loud, overloading so many nerves, that it's impossible to pinpoint its exact source. Vasiliy swallows hard, struggling to catch his breath. Fuck, he's cold, some of which is from lying on the cold ground and some of which is undoubtedly from the blood leaving his body. He has to stop the bleeding or he'll die long before he makes it to an aid station.

He presses both hands down over the tear in the leg of his trousers in the hopes it's lined up with the wound; he shuts his eyes tightly and groans loudly through his gritted teeth as the pressure amplifies until he feels as though a hole is burning through his leg. For a moment he's sure he'll simply lose consciousness, and is hardly able to catch his breath enough to speak. ]

I think— I think they hit my hip too.

[ He lets his head fall to the side and does his best to check. There's a small tear in the side of his coat, right under his belt, but there's not nearly as much blood. Maybe the bone stopped it. ]

Hey--

[ Well, it's too late to tell him not to move. Claire winces as she sees how much pain he must be in. She tears off some cloth large enough to make a suitable wrapping for his leg, knowing the best thing she can do for him is to stop the bleeding until she can get him to the medics. Her hands work quickly, gently lifting his leg to elevate it and wrapping easier. She talks to him as she works, to both distract and keep him conscious. ]

I'll get you outta here, just gimme a minute to get you patched up. I'm Claire. What's your name, honey?

[ There's a bit of a twang in her voice. She's a long way out of Texas, but there's still some Texas left in her.

Claire keeps working, wrapping the leg up tight enough to hopefully stop the blood loss. From there she moves up to look at the wound by his hip. It'll be a little more tricky to bandage, so she's being as careful as she can. ]

( a soldier, maybe a spy or assassin. )

[Technically an officer. Definitely staying canon-era only for this.]

[ whether she's in charge or not she tends to exude a commanding presence in battle and associated areas (it might be less harsh as Brianna but it's still there; experience doesn't just go away). has lead both planetary campaigns and ~~hunting~~ covert targeted missions. capable of following orders/plans, but also knows she can handle situations others can't and will 100% charge forth to do reckless ~~hero~~ Skywalker nonsense (and if the people she's fighting with/aiding are friends she'll throw herself into harm's way to draw fire/attention/take on whatever risk that she's more likely to survive than they are, or that she perceives they are). feel free to scold her for going off-script but don't take it personal when she rolls her eyes and goes on a jaded tangent about being a living weapon.

probably best suited to modern and future eras, and can obviously work in sci-fi and space settings. very game for her in modern/Earth settings adapting her experience to suit new-to-her enemies. also totally down for non-action scenes, stealth scenarios that go sideways, whatever. ]

((Can work with pretty much any era/setting. He is quite likely either a soldier looking to get out of the war, or an opportunist trying to make the best of it.))

[Modern day Airforce soldier/veteran.]

((Almost certainly an officer. Open to whatever setting.))

[More non-traditional undercover agent sort of thing, either trying to prevent a war, or more based in WWI]

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war is war and hell is hell, and of the two...

yakov yurovsky | the last czars

jt 'joker' davis / full metal jacket

Steve Rogers | MCU | OTA

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sorry for the delay!

RESCUE modern/future war AU whatever go!

A2 | NeiR: Automata | ota

jim angleton / ITVX's a spy among friends

Gyunei Guss | Gundam | OTA

arcade gannon | fallout: new vegas | ota

Princess Kushana of Torumekia | Nausicaa of the Valley of Wind (manga version)

Metatron | Divine Dawn

Martina M. Mayakovskaya | Guns & Stamps

Fingon | Tolkien's Legendarium | OTA

Hizen Tadahiro | Touken Ranbu

Eligre Kaivodulin || high fantasy OC || OTA

Tarantulas | Transformers Earthspark | OTA

Claire Bennet || NBC's Heroes || OTA

assuming she got caught in leningrad too for w/e reason when the line closed

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Samantha Murphy × OC × OTA

Paris | Greek mythology

Kylo Ren/Brianna Solo • r63!Star Wars • ota

Reynard North - Original - OTA

Brendan O'Connell | Original

Robert Muldoon | Jurassic Park | OTA

Sherlock Holmes || more ACD/just using BBC's faceclaim