Playtime

[⊕ Edzard Crimm]

Edzard hadn't tinkered on anything in months, and it was starting to eat away at him. His last contraption worked beautifully, he just wanted to make a better prototype that would fit all the way around the tree, just in case. But there is no easy way to transport such a device and there would have to be more pressure plates other wise Americans could walk by it all day and not set it off. He was just about ready to scrap the whole idea.

He set about looking through the large hanger like area. They had all kinds of tools and raw materials to set about building anything you could imagine. He looked over at something that gleamed in the sunlight and caught his eye. He walked over to discover that it was a pack of empty cigarettes, the foil had caught his eye. Just then it hit him. "It's brilliant, I can't believe this hasn't hit me before." He took his recent knowledge of how he was able to get his last device to work and applied it to a new type of camouflage, this pack of smokes. Now granted the dosage of explosives would be far less but he could put enough in it to do damage or just a little amount and play a joke on someone. So he set out attaching a pressure plate to the inside of the paper box.

[Naga Warasaki]

Naga was off polishing the Mauser Karbine in the corner. He had not taken notice of the other presence in the room until an excited shout nearly banged his rifle to the table. Although he comprehended little of mechanics, the private took a liking hanging out in the garage. Maybe it’s because the place was known to be remote compared to the mess hall or the barracks, but for sure he met quite interesting folks witty enough to play up to a game of chess.

Curiosity made the young man question what his comrade was up to, and he poke his head to the side watching as the German tinkered with a box of cigarettes. That’s nothing special. He sighed disappointed and was about to add adjustment to the Kar when he heard absolute silence filled the room.

[⊕ Edzard Crimm]

Edzard had almost completely finished his little job to occupy his time and to quench his thirst for tinkering when out of the corner of his eye he noticed something else with a shine to it, a very nice shine at that. HE stood and turned his head ever so slightly to notice another German Soldier, a Japanese German soldier to be precise. He thought it odd but dismissed it. He didn't care what you looked like or where you came from just so long as you wore the right uniform.

"Hi there. Nice out here isn't it? I'm Unteroffizier Crimm by the way." He raised his voice more than usual to make sure he was heard and began making his way towards his new found company. It looked as if the other soldier had put a lot of work into making his rifle look very presentable. Edzard never saw the point in it, but to each there own.

[Naga Warasaki]

Naga thought it was unusual for the garage to lay silent in those brief seconds past, as there was always some tinkering to be done, but a voice alerted his attention that whoever was in his company had his task carried out and if he were not to mistake it was talking to none other than him. He had not taken this to anticipation, so when his fingers tilted the rifle to adjust the side handle the startled soldier blew off a chunk on the rooftop and his body had taken in practice to cringe with the blow of the sound.

“Forgive me, sir,” Naga spoke in a thick Japanese accent, “Name’s Warasaki. Naga Warasaki of the 2nd SS Division.” He handed the sergeant his hand. “And this is the best place there is. Beats the mess hall for sure.”

His stomach grumbled.

“Though I must say my stomach has to disagree with me,” he gave a faltered laugh.

[⊕ Edzard Crimm]

As Edzard approached the lone soldier a shot rang out. "Are you kidding me? Seriously?" Edzard didn't really care just so long as it didn't affect him. He hadn't made his rank by doing like he should in fact he was in trouble often, he made this far by being good at what he did, blowing things sky high. granted a few people have been singed in his rigorous processes, that's why he kept his hair short, but Edzard liked to do it big, better too much than not enough.

As Edzard came into arms reach, the soldier across him offered his hand in a welcoming gesture, Edzard was ahppy to comply, and asked the soldier "Care for a smoke?" Edzard knew it was a devious thing to do having just met the man but he had just discharged his weapon in a horrible fashion. It wouldn't would him by any means, but it may scare him enough now to save his life in the future. Edzard was careful to hold the cigarette package on the sides near the top leaving only exposed surfaces with small pressure plates attached beneath them.

[Daniel Brennan]

Mod Post

Oh god... this is an old thread...

CP:
Edzard: 4CP

Naga: (I miss you! ) 4CP


~Dan