University of Strausen

[Rozaria]

"Come back to my room, I've got to show you something." said Damien taking some Kool-Aid from a random Kool-Aid Man. He was blushing harder than ever.

If I am to win him as my close friend I should show him my powers first.

They got to the room.

[Aquatoria]

ooc: powers? 

At this point Harry was confused. His leg ached from walking for too long. He put his cane down and hung his overcoat up. Harry sat down on his bed and waited. His bad leg felt like it was about to burst. "So what is this all about?"

[Rozaria]

"I will try to heal you." said Damien walking over to Harry and kneeling  in front of him. He put his hands over Harry's knee and started chanting. "vigoratus is infractus vir quod reverto him ut suus quondam palma!" He felt his hands surge with power. He took his hands off of Harry's knee and stood up.

[St Oz]

ooc: Removed all unnecessary posts... except Kool Aid's, I thought it was kinda funny... but Harry Potter jokes are lame, get original... but seriously... What is all this magic crap? Attempting to revive this...

IC: Aleva walked by the group of well dressed officers, it was odd to see them, in terms of her country she technically outranked them yet she was only wearing her simple dark red traditional robes that matched her Maroon Eyes. She sort of took interest when the one named Harry Rommel started to talk about himself in Christani, she tried to piece together the language but it was difficult for her. Trying to fit in, she looked at Rommel with her bright maroon eyes and with a slight smirk spoke in Inglish to him with a Heavy Ozian Accent, "Admivi Aleva Sezen Iseltov, 33rd Rifle Division of the Ozian Army, Funny that you mention tank warfare, during the recent wars we shot some armored divisions dead in their tracks, but sand also filled them and stopped the Xyraeli Armor. I do wish your tank strategies that you speak of can't be stopped by RPGs, explosives, and sand Harry Rommel. I have not heard of his father but have you ever read Sanct Ozhea Arz Eameav (The Divine Ozian's Desert War)?"

[Khem]

Jamais wandered aimlessly listening to her happy hardcore playlist enjoying the day.

i hope i run into someone interesting today she thought to herself in an existential way.

slam!!!

Jamais found herself on the ground, books sprawled across the walkway, looking at a young maroon eyed girl.

"Aavanesh Po'Qui .... oh i mean i'm terribly sorry miss. i'm such a klutz." she blurted out starting to cry a bit while picking up her books.

[St Oz]

Aleva looked at the girl that ran into her and spoke some odd language that she thought might of been French. Nevertheless she felt a little embarrassed and pissed at the same time. As she was lying on the ground and in a state of panic her native tongue always flowed random curses, "Kis'nev ameli esantelia're res'oltov..." (clumsy, spiritless, and aimless naive girl...) Had she had her sword, knife, or even a gun she probably would of been killed in her in a state. She however wondered if one of the men would offer her a hand before she got up, she heard of something Inglish called "gentlemen" that would be there to open doors, help carry things, and do nice things and that it wasn't strange to see people like them being nice to you without wanting to be your partner.

[Khem]

rapidly standing up in technicolor glory she offered a hand up to the obviously angry Ozian.

"my apologies, i want to make this up to you. is there anything i can do for you?"

[St Oz]

The Ozian looked at her strangely, what kind of... Objects... were on her clothing? Though not usually xenophobic she sort of creeped out by the girl and disliked her accent, "I'm fine, and no thanks."

[Aquatoria]

ooc: I am using the deadly IGNORE Cannon on the whole magic thing. That just kills good rp.

Rommel looked at the newcomer, an Ozian. A rare find in this world. She seemed to know her tactics in warfare. "I have read the Sanct Ozhea Arz Eameav, and I agree with you. The environment plays in warfare, especially tank warfare. The same happened in both of the South Continental Wars. American and Dysaniian tanks would freeze up and would become useless. My grandfather, Xavier Rommel came up with the idea of using artillery, tanks and ground attack planes in a continuous attack that would break the enemy's lines. The idea was that the artillery would fire in front of the tanks and mechanized infantry as they moved forward as if the artillery was a master pulling a dog on a leash. Then gunships and ground attack fighters would pummel the enemy lines to keep them from watching the artillery shield until it was too late. The artillery would stop and the tanks and mechanized infantry would then meet the enemy almost in front of them and destroy them. It was used primarily as a breakthrough tactic. My grandfather called it the Sky Dragon Barrel Roll. It was successful during the Ontarion Front during the First South Continental War. I saw it happen. But the type of fighting I read in the Sanct Ozhea Arz Eameav and heard about against the Xyraeli in your colonial wars wouldn't be the best place to use the Sky Dragon Barrel Roll." Harry was intrigued by this newcomer, her maroon eyes almost mesmerized him. "Perhaps we could continue to discuss this over dinner sometime? I know a few wonderful restaurants in Christstan that we could go to."

[St Oz]

She smiled at the one named Rommel, smiling not of being accepted by him but she almost felt like he was hypnotized by something as he was talking to her, "That is a tempting offer Rommel but I almost busy most days, perhaps Breakfast or coffee would be better suiting, As you might of read in Arz Eameav, 'Let time be your resource and understanding your base'. And Actually, does this university have a Gun Range or anything here or nearby? I wanted to see what other weapons there were besides my Father's Company Make."

ooc: I agree with the magic, I ignore it as well, this is National RP not Fantasy.

[Aquatoria]

Rommel smiled back. She had accepted. "Coffee it is. Tomorrow at eight would be best because the school classes don't start till nine. As for a gun range, I think there is one on the other side of the school." The other soldiers seemed a little wary and uncomfortable of the female Ozian soldier. Probably because Christstanis still don't allow women into their armed forces. He kissed her hand. "I will see you tommorow." The group walked off. The Christstani continued their tour, but Harry was less interested then he usually would be.

[St Oz]

The next morning Aleza sat in the same spot that she and the Canadian met. Her class didn't start until about 11 but she dressed in her casual Ozian attire, however she was a little cold at the University, she couldn't wait for it to warm up, even then she still remembered the Dry Ozian Nights. As she waited for the Canadian to meet her, She remembered her military past and how she and other soldiers would pass around boiled water to warm up with.   

[Aquatoria]

Beep, Beep, Beep Harry slammed his hand down on his alarm clock. It was set for seven o'clock. He jumped into the shower and made sure not to wake up his roommate Damien. After the warm shower, Harry dressed in a white tie with a black shirt overtop. His blue jeans were also ironed and ready for him to wear. While he was tying up his shoes, the radio broadcast said that it was going to be very cold today. "Hmmm." Harry grabbed his blue-grey overcoat and put it on. His cane was on it's side at his door. He picked it up and went outside. The walk to the meeting place where he and Aleza met wasn't far. Harry turned a corner and saw Aleza waiting for him. She smiled when she saw him and so did he. She looked cold.

"Morning Aleza." Harry noticed she was uncomfortable with the cold air. So he took off his overcoat and wrapped it around her. Aleza looked at him. "Thanks, but won't you be cold?"

Harry waved it off. "No, I'll be fine. I am used to this weather. Now come, we are going to this little coffee shop on the bank of the Rhine that I know." He offered her his arm and she surprisingly took it. They walked off to the cafe. They arrived and ordered a table by the fire. They ordered coffee and when they got it, the pair began to talk.

[St Oz]

ooc: Not a very Ozian Response at times but... whatever. Also I apologize for the Name Typo

IC: When Aleva saw the Canadian come to her and say "Morning Aleza" she smiled at him for mispronouncing her name, she didn't mind though. She then saw her first example of what gentleman is, he gave her his coat and trying to hold in her insulted Ozian side she tried to say in a 'lady like' manner, "Thanks... But won't you be cold?"

She felt heavy and uncomfortable in the coat, he then said to her, "No I'll be fine. I am used to this weather. Now come, we are going to this little coffee shop on the bank of the Rhine that I know." 

He extended her arm to her, more gentlemen stuff she heard about, she however obliged and much to his surprise. Once they arrived a the coffee shop she took off the hulking coat that she war and gave it to him and they talked by what the Southerners called a fireplace. She was starting to get tired of talking with the Canadian, she suddenly lost track of what he was saying and before he could finish anything she asked, "Do we have time to go to that Firing Range? I haven't shot a rifle since coming here." As they would leave however she would refuse that burly coat of his and his arm, it felt weird holding another man's arm, especially when they weren't your partner. She would just have to forget about the whole gentleman thing, it was too weird for her...

[Aquatoria]

ooc: Sorry my bad.

When Aleza asked about the firing range, Harry had to oblige. "It's open." The walk to the firing range was hard and silent. Harry needed to try to impress her as she was more unique then any of the other women Harry had ever gotten to know. What can I do to make this work? Perhaps she isn't into this gentlemanly stuff. I will have to leave all that at the door when I speak to her.  When they arrived, Harry and Aleza went to the front and picked out their weapons. Harry picked up a Ross Mk IV semi-automatic rifle. He checked the clip and gave it a good looking at. He turned to see if Aleva had picked out a weapon yet. She seemed more interested in the modern foreign military hardware. After she picked up her weapon, he looked at her and grinned. "Now, let's see if this legendary Ozian prowess is up for a challenge."