February 16th 1943
"It's been three days since I've recovered and gathered my bearings. I've even left that place behind at dawn. I left without a word, not wanting to spend more time, around such deformities. A human shouldn't look like that. It's even worse then the Jew's or the Bolshevik's. A taint that is more prominent, how did this deformity manifest itself?. But... I cannot stop and think of that young girl. she is infected by this strand, yet, it only affected her teeth, turning them into fangs. Yet she shouldn't be amongst the more prominent abominations, these... Faunus as I have shortly learned. She is more human then most of them. Yet she was slapped with a label claiming she is Faunus. In the fatherland, if we find a citizen half Jew with German blood and can trace back to there German roots, they can be a full fledged German citizens. That is if, they change there sir name towards there German family roots.
Currency is something that I must work on. This currency is very different then what I have on me. Everything here is very expensive. Such as when I purchased a soda can for a single dollar of lien. Well, at least it's not like in the Great Depression, where one dollar in U.S. currency was equivalent to 4.2 million Reich marks. It was a hard time, that I do not wish to live in again. and so I have begun working on fixing vehicles and repairs in side a small shop that I am currently renting. Finally all that work into maintaining and repairing trucks, cars and panzers are finally paying off now."
February 17th 1943
"The Nightmares are back in full force again. They have been, plaguing me for some time now... Ever since the failure of operation Barbarossa, and the hellish pit known as Stalingrad. The distant familiar sounds of screaming men, and my brothers perishing within my grasp. I still hold onto four rings. Four rings that I must give, as a farewell pledge. I wonder how, will I give there maidens there farewell pledge. It hurts just knowing that I hold on to these, and knowing that I knew what happened to them. They died fighting for Germany's good fortune. The familiar sounds of Russian panzers and the clattering of there god dam guns! And the worse one was the defining Screeching of Stalins Organ, playing out across the night sky!. I find myself waking up screaming or crying uncontrollably late at night. I don't get enough sleep, but when has that stoped me before.
My time away from the bloody fields is starting to get me. The Fatherland is in danger!. The red plague is spreading it's evil filth, and yet I'm stuck on this forsaken world!... it's a concept that I'm still trying to comprehend right now. Another world, ha, if only I could bring these news to the paranormal branch. They would ether believe me, or put me off for it.
But that young girl, Ivory, if I remember her name correctly. She always comes by my shop, she discovered it by chance. At first, it was just small talk. I could remember her trying to start a conversation with me. I only gave her vague or straight to the point answers. On the second day she finally got me, our talks where only mundane or about her most of the time.
She is a beautiful flower with her flowing blonde hair, the deep blue eyes that I could loose my self. It reminds me of that tavern near Frankfurt where the women there where beautiful. The beer, the bread and our boisterous mirth. Ha, I still remember that tavern, I miss it, and the lovely waitress.
Over the four days she had followed me. Asking questions and just generally checking up on me and my shop. The small workshop that I have under my name or I should say "borrowed". In exchange for the use, I have to give ten percent of my income. The man was... questionable, but we both held our ends of the deal. So far the populace says I am giving, a reasonable pricing range, compared to the other garage. Ha, I can remember the Neger charging into my "shop". The man had the Gaul, too threaten me!. but one good look at him brought me an instantaneous conclusion. He was a urchin, the condition of the vehicles that where "repaired" by him was atrocious. Ivan's crude engines are better then this patch work. Words where spouted from us, disturbing the peace. It felt Good seeing the Neger so devastated and furious. Even if it turned physical in plain sight, I would show him his place, in the most brutal way that the Schutzstaffel taught me. Sadly he left, spouting curses at me while leaving my shop.
It appears that my success, have brought more satisfaction to the people. With mechanical engineering and seven years of combat experience, I always chose the best quality in tools and resources for machinery. Quality is far superior then quantity. But it does bring problems to replace parts, many times after the fight or during a battle I had to repair the same god dam Panzerkampfwagen VI Ausführung H. Her engine was knocked badly when a T-34 blind sided her, We thought the entire crew was killed where she stuck them. The poor girl was battered severely. It was a long and frustrating fight to keep her in action, we couldn't interchange her parts with any of the others. That is one thing, that having quality is a double edged sword. With the usage these people handle there wagen's and with proper maintenance it should last them for quite some time.
But Ivory... she checks on me when ever she finishes her, "duties" I call it a hazard. No one should be working like that!. It pulled at my heart, seeing her in such a state when she walked right into my shop, bloodied and full of cuts.
I treated her wounds with the resources I had, which wasn't enough to fully relive her pain. It made me to prioritize the more severe injuries on her body. I had to ask how she ended up in such a state.
Turns out that one of the staffs suffered an injury, so they chose her for a job that was far beyond her skills. With her wounds patched, I took her to the hospital getting her checked on for further injuries, thankfully there wasn't anything, other then what I helped with her serious wounds.
It turns out that this wasn't the first time that this happened. No. There's an entire file about the work injuries, that frequently happens. My father would throw a fit if this happened within his factories. He was well known for being a cruel man in the Industrial Age, But he would never risk the lively hood of his fellow workers. He see's them not as parts or tools you could carelessly throw away. No, he made his views on them as the industry's lifeblood, a heart that beats. The men that works under him, they see him as a man that fights for there equality within the industrial world, a silent workhorse. I convinced him to help our movement, he agreed with some hesitation. After a yearlong fight, he gave the weak, the lost and the homeless another chance. Rallying them under the banner of our glorious Führer. I couldn't help but too see my father as a respected man with no equal.
The work that Ivory and a few handful where put through tore at my spirit. A working environment that almost mimics that crude system that the Soviet Union is so fond of. I have been to the estate on a few occasions, I still couldn't look at the Faunus as equals, but that changed when I carefully examined them, beyond there extraordinarily animalistic traits. I saw it. There are a few of them that looked like the very people of The Fatherland!. it pained at my German heart. They may not look like regular humans, but I didn't see any that looked remotely Jewish. Yet.
She says that she is a Faunus, but the only abnormality I could see on her, is her elongated fangs. It is one deformity that can be easily looked past in our books. Bah, I told her that she carried the blood of a proud child from the Fatherland. A German at heart. She should stand tall and proudly proclaim her desires. And show them that fire, that fire which burns so brightly within.
She was confused of what I have said. but that look in her eyes, that shimmered with hope. It was the same shine that I held once, when our Führer stood high above us, asking the people for a change!. Asking for our courage, for our strength to unite all of Europe under one banner!."
A soft knock on steel shook Jurgen out of his writing. Putting the pencil down as he looked towards the clock, only reading 10:47 am. ("strange, I don't have anyone coming in, nor picking up at this hour, or today.") Pulling himself out of his small work desk, he stopped just before the door. Slowly he reached towards the upper left shelf. On the outside it looked like he was leaning. But in truth, it was where his C96 Mauser pistol stood holstered, and armed with a bullet already in the chamber. Pulling a thin sheet out of the way on his right, was a small mirror that reflected off two more with the view in the top left door. There stood Ivory her short flowing blonde mane was all he could see. Letting out a small breath of a sigh, he holstered back his pistol, leaning away preparing himself. Opening the door he immediately felt her collide into him. Though he despises his own height, he could not argue that it came with a few... perks. Freeing himself from Ivory, his chin just a mere breaths away from her breasts. Looking up he saw the same Fräulein, her arms lazily resting on his shoulders. With a very large grin on her naturally predatory expression, going so far too show off her fangs down to him.
She looked into his blue eyes, her smile widening more with her fangs more prominently poking out. Her blonde hair tied in a braided ponytail. ("Good morning Jurgen!. How are you today!") she spoke with a giddy accent, while letting go and taking a few steps inside. the sight that greeted her was the workshop in its controlled chaos state.
He allowed a small chuckle to escape his mouth. Rubbing her back and slowly patting her shoulder, ("good, good. It's been slow today, but I have nothing going on right this instant or in the afternoon. Why is that?, something happening today Ivory.") his small smile never leaving him. Turning back into his shop crossing the cluttered room.
He looked over to see Ivory looking down at his journal. Immediately crossing the small gap, reaching swiftly he closed the hardened book. Her body reaction was instant, jumping with a startled gasp she turned to look down at him. ("It would be wise if you'd asked for permission beforehand, then looking into my personal belongings.") his words carrying the authority from years of professional soldiering.
Her deep blue orbs quickly locked into his steely glassy eyes. Her body shifted, conveying the very expression she showed. Slightly slouching, her happy domineer faltering. ("I-I'm sorry Jürgen.") immediately Jürgen placed a comforting hand on the shoulder.
("No.") he sighed softly, shifting his body. Shaking his head. ("Forgive me of my behaviour, I shouldn't have spoken like that.") He let out a small smile. ("My mother would have scolded me for such actions.") Looking up, he gently squeezed her shoulder before walking towards his quarters.
changing into his new uniform. He couldn't hold back a sense of want. There in it's glory was his black SS fatigues, but... they weren't made by German hands, they did not held what the original had before the war. No, it was just a cheep knockoff that did not look right at all, his heart yearned for this missing link. With it's red and white trimmings in the wrong areas, the rank and the thunderbolts where placed in the wrong place. Instead the thunder bolts where now located on his shoulders. His divisions number and name was far too large on the back, Das Reich was written across from shoulder to shoulder. The two was below it, written in cursive. It looked too much like civilian clothing then military.
He let out a longing sigh seeing it. He used the ratty fatigues he wore in that god forsaken graveyard. Gently placing it aside, away from two extra uniforms. Comfortably shaking his head, Opening the small drawer at the bottom, there his shinny black boots stood proudly and cleaned.
Letting a soft exhalation, tuning as the fabric softly rubbed his skin, boots clacking sharply. With the mirror standing before him, his reflection mimicking every movement. His clean cut face, neatly shaven hair. The reflection Looking back at him. He felt a spike of hateful wronging seeing the uniform he wore. It was a mockery towards The Fatherland! His face twisted into discuss, he felt as if he just spat in der Führer's face!. for once he felt that his pride hit a new low.
How could he show himself like this?. The fatherland demanded respect! Not mockery. Even if the uniform was pressed ironed, and not a single wrinkle could be seen. His Iron cross hung onto his left Brest and the smaller cross hung around his neck, they gleamed proudly, but not him.
Checking himself once over in the mirror his frown faded. What stood before him, was a boy, no higher then 5'5 almost like he was back in time when Hitler finally became the Führer of The FatherLand. He gave a shallow chuckle ("I feel nine years younger now. and I look like it.") he let a dry chuckle escape his throat. ("what happened to me?") Thinking out loud. Shaking his head, looking for more imperfections, once satisfied he clicked his boots together, with a turnabout. Leaving his sparse living courters.
Seeing Ivory still walking around the shop, soaking in all her surroundings like a sponge. Her pace came towards a slow crawl, shifting her gaze towards the sharply dressed man. ("Wow. You look perfect in that uniform!.") Her smile was of many things that Jürgen was found of. But he couldn't argue about her attire. No woman would be caught, wearing what she has. Shorts that hug her just sinfully right and some what modest, but it put her legs in full display towards the world. It's not hard, that Jürgen can note a well developed body. Like many that he and his division was graced through the Fatherland , Austria, Poland and France.
With a shake of his head, banishing the pleasant thoughts for another time, ("Is there something important today Ivory? Because you never come around my humble little shop if it's an injury or when you're done working.") stopping alongside her at the entrance.
She patiently waited for him at the door. ("And yes, today's my birthday!") she spoke giddily jumping around, the tools clattered in protest due to her actions. Reaching up placing his hand on her shoulder letting off a small chuckle, she stopped pulling back with him, towards the door. ("Ready?") she asked opening the door.
("Ya, I am.) Leaving his shop Jürgen couldn't help but take in the quaint little town with a population of just a little under two thousand souls. Just like the others he passed in Poland and France. But there was a stark difference that this one had. Negers openly walking about. It's not them that bothered him, no. It was the female populace, that many of which loves to show off their skin and attire that was made easy for his eyes. It seems typically acceptable here. Then anywhere else in all of Europe. (So... where too?.") he asked walking beside her basking in the mid evening sun above them.
(Oh, I just need to stop by and say hello to my friends.) her answer came swiftly along with the sudden turn. (He's working right now, but he will be on break in about ten minutes or so.) The street was filled with several shops opened, people and vehicles milling to and fro. The life teeming through this town pulled his Germanic heart. Ivory pulled him along increasing his steady pace, boots clacking in sync on the cobblestone street.
It wasn't far in his opinion but the store before him and Ivory held instruments. They were alien, yet there's a few familiar and intimate instruments that he wouldn't see if he survived the war. ("Come on Jürgen you'll love this place and his assistant!") She pulled him harder, dragging him through the door. The first thing that hit him was how deceivingly large it was on the inside. It was quiet, peaceful in a sense from the lines of guitars ranging from acoustic, electric and bass. In a separate area was the strings of violins, viola's, cellos, double bass and fiddles.
He spotted Ivory walking towards the frontier. There, at the front was a fair maiden. One that could've been found in Poland. Light flowing auburn hair that reached her shoulders, a pair of rounded spectacles gracing her soft rounded cheeks and face. Ivory stopped in front of her, she let out a shy smile when they met. ("Hi Różowy is Yvon on his break yet?")
She nodded her head pointing towards the back of the store. She spoke so quietly that Jürgen couldn't hear them where he was. ("Thanks Różowy") Ivory hugged her, but he could see the blush on her cheeks where he was. ("Oh I almost for got I like you too meet Jürgen.") she moved aside allowing her and him to see face too face. Jürgen gave her a small smile reaching out his hand, she started to play with her hair... no it wasn't her hair, it was ears. Not just any ears too, they where long and floppy, and the way she was acting now.
Gone was his gentle smile twisting into a slight scowl across his hardening feature. She. Was. A. Rabbit!. It was an immediate action as she quickly backed away, and so too did Jürgen, leaving behind a very confused Ivory.
Jürgen was furiously livid at this discovery, he suspected that a Faunus may have this disadvantage trait!. But seeing it before him in flesh was a different experience..
Through his short fit he saw a lone cello there. It stood tall in pride, showing off its craftsmanship from the glossy finishing on the body. Slowly, he reached out, softly brushing his calloused fingers along its neck, then across the string. Lifting it upright reviled a stool and the bow.
Getting comfortable with the instrument and taking a proper stance. Gently he gliding the bow in smooth and hard strokes allowing the first few notes to escape. It sounded off and unpleasant. With practiced ease, he retuned the cello playing a few notes, listening carefully with every tweak. Finally he was satisfied with the sound, he smiled softly as he began to glide the bow letting forth a tired sigh, the sound changed with his spirit and, his heart. His body took a toll as his shoulders slumped slightly his smooth movements broadcasting his emotions.
He stopped immediately, raising his unsteady hand seeing it shaking uncontrollably. Taking in a shuddering breath, releasing it with a shaken breath. He breathed in and out a few more times calming his body and spirit. How long has it been, since it happened then?
Once he calmed down, straightening his posture once again as the bow returned to rest. Carefully the bow ran gracefully across the strings as music played across the empty store. Jürgen was lost within his own world from a swift flick of the wrist, the cello sang deeply mimicking and portraying his emotions from his calm expression.
He played, further losing himself in his world. Taking him away from his troubled mind and old scars that still festered. Still the bow ran across, allowing the cello to hum it's next song. So lost he was, that when his bow stroked across last note. He felt a hand gently placed on his shoulder. Turning around to Face his assailant, too his surprise Ivory and that rabbit where behind him. Before Ivory could speak, the rabbit beat her too it. "What did you play?" Her voice was so soft spoken in English that Jürgen almost missed the question.
Not missing a beat he turned back to the cello, prepping the bow once again. "Cello suite No. 5 in C minor, Allemande." He spoken out with some difficulty, with slow deliberateness the cello left out a slow deep note before his hand shifted. "And now I play No. 5 in C minor Prelude."
"Jürgen." He tilted his head slightly, indicating that he was listening. Ivory then asked him "what was that about Jürgen?"
Still not missing a note he asked ("you need to be more specific Fräulein.")
She stopped her foot ("Jürgen! Over the past two weeks I've known you, you've never shown distaste towards other Faunaus. Actually you did show some hostility towards a few but they where assholes. How is Różowy any different.") she asked. The cello let out a screech as he stood up turning towards them.
He held a fierce scowl ("Let me tell you a story, but firstly tell me what you see?") he quickly pointed towards Różowy.
She held a shocked and confused expression, his finger just mere inches away from the rabbit. "Well I see, a hard working cute girl that some of us would die for. And how cute she is when her shyness gets the better of her." She spoke in a teasing tone. But the look that Jürgen had was nothing more than a deadpan expression.
But Jürgen still held his stance ("let me give you a more prominent hint. Her ears. Tell me what she is.") Röżwoy still stood there, hurt but he saw her eyes brimming with fear and hate.
Ivory let out an frustrating sigh "what do you mean Jürgen!" She stepped forward pushing his hand away. "She's a Faunus, nothing more." Pulling Röżwoy back a few paces.
Breathing through his nose ("what I se-") Ivory held up her hand "speak normally Jürgen" her voice carried an sharp edge.
Grunting he took another deep breath. "What I see is a rabbit, do you know what a rabbit represents in my homeland?." He watched both of them, looking into their eyes. "I'll tell you this, when I was younger, I remembered my time at the youth academy. How my teacher had a student pick between a fox or a rabbit, during one of our lessons. I already knew the answer, as did most of my peers, the poor boy chose the rabbit." He looked back to Ivory "Now tell me Ivory what does a rabbit represent?" She was quite for the time. "I'll tell you that our teacher was livid. Berating him for choosing such a weak animal." The girls flinched back at how his words bit harshly. "He asked us why?." He looked directly towards Różwoy "And I'll tell you. They are cowards, nothing but fragile things that will run at the first sight of danger. If you had a rifle or a machine pistol I will not rely on you to protect me in the face of our enemies Röwżoy. Our academy do NOT tolerate cowardice or the weak. They look for the strong willed and those that will give their lives for Germany!." Pride was brimming from his little speech thumping his hand into his chest. ("Sieg heil Viktoria.")
The Rabbit took a step forward hold a scowl. "What kind of huntsman academy teaches. No practice that line of work?."
Jürgen held his ground, looking back into her's. "They do not teach huntsmen. But we do have Jäger divisions, but that's not the point. The Hitler youth academy's train soldiers to fight those that disturbs Germany's good fortune." He looked towards the window a far away look replacing the harden mask. "There are two army branches the SS and the Wehrmacht. Only one has the academy." Slowly he reached for his cuffs only to feel nothing, there where no dual lightning bolts or the number that proudly displayed his division. A longing sigh escaped him, still looking deeply towards the horizon. ("Still. A rabbit is better then a maus.")
Röwżoy stepped forward. "What was it, that you said?." A low growl escaping her throat. He couldn't help but let a small chuckle escape his lips. "I said. At least you're a few steps above a Jew." Both of them had a confused look in there eyes. No words where spoken as he walked towards the entrance. ("Ivory I'll be waiting for you outside.") with that he closed the door.
Half an hour had past before Ivory stepped out. Jurgen could tell that she was mad, she pushed the shorter man quite a few steps, regaining his footing only to be pushed again. ("What is wrong with you!.") she yelled out in Dutch. A few passerby's looked towards them.
Jürgen paid no heed towards them, he kept silent for a few seconds. ("What do you mean?. I need you to be more specific Fräulein.") calm was his voice as he stared into hell itself, as his father said there is nothing worse then a woman's scorn. Quick as lightning he was facing towards the stores window, a burning sensation across his left cheek. (You know dam well what it is. I want you to go back in there and apologize to Röwżoy.") she pointed at the door.
Jürgen stood there for a short time. ("I still don't know what I did wrong.") he spoke again tuning slightly to look into her burning blue orbs. She let out a scoff. ("You better not be playing with me Jürgen.") she looked right back at him seeing his calm expression. ("Your not kidding are you.") letting out a sigh she rubbed her temple. ("Look how do I change your opinion about her.") she finally asked.
He tilted his head slightly towards the store. ("How do you change MY, opinion about her.") he asked, a chuckle escaped him. ("Well she needs to prove to me that she wouldn't run from a fight.") he held his hand up stopping her. ("Only fights that are winnable, not the ones where we are sure to lose. And going above and beyond her instinctive flaws as a rabbit. Finally she needs to earn my respect, but seeing that she is a female and a rabbit on top of that is nearly impossible. What I was taught in the Hitler youth academy, will never change.") He finished watching how she was quiet for a time, until she walked right past him.
Quickly he closed the distance, following in step with her at a respectable distance. Not a sound nor a word was spoken throughout their walk. It wasn't until they reached the park that Ivory spoke. (Where is it that you came from?") she stopped in a clearing turning to face him. There weren't many people that Jürgen could see. ("Where do I hail from?") He asked, a prideful and a longing look came over him. ("Brandenburg, Berlin. The heart of Germany, the Fatherland of all Germanic citizens.") he softly spoke, breaking eye contact to look at the rolling landscape. ("I am a proud child from the Fatherland Ivory, I've protected, and fought for Germany's good fortune for years.") breathing in deeply, he let it escape slowly, calming his shaken nerves.
Ivory wasn't blind, how she noticed his hand started to shake fiercely. Carefully he reached up holding his hand closely to his chest. For the next few minutes, she waited watching every move he made. ("Are you alright Jürgen?") she quietly asked. No response came forth, only the silence that he fell into. She moved closer, stepping in front to see a disturbing sight. Gone was everything she knew about him, it was like looking into a doll or mannequin. Orbs so far gone that they looked like glass just starring into the distance. ("Jürgen?") Still no response, taking a deep breath she reached out grasping his shoulder.
Like some one flicking a switch, he jumped Looking towards Ivory's worried face. ("Jürgen are you alright?") Looking down at his hand he breathed out. ("Ja I'm fine Fräulein.") It Greatly disturb Ivory how he smiled, it's as if it never ever happened. ("I'm sorry about the last two hours. Come on I'll buy you Lunch for you're present.") He walked off a few paces before tuning around an embarrassed smile. ("Do you have a place in mind. That you want to go?") Ivory came right next to him ("are you sure you're alright?") she asked once more. ("Ja Ja I'm fine Fräulein.") waving a hand dismissively. ("Come on, don't worry about me. It's you're day and I have to make it up.")
She knew that trying was futile with how he was acting. So she pulled him alongside her, heading for there next destination.
There walk took them about ten minutes through the park. Over that time Ivory kept a carful eye on Jürgen. Not once he showed that what ever happened no longer existed. Gone was the dead look and the chill her instincts picked up. ("Do you have a place in mind Fräulein?") Shaken out of her deep thinking, she smiled at the thought of there next destination. ("Yes I do. Come on it's not too far from here.") Jürgen smiled seeing her happy demeanour back again.
The streets where busy by the time they made it back. Ivory the fearless leader she is, pulled Jürgen through before stopping in front of the small restaurant. ("Big Z's grill and bar!") she waved her hand at the green painted building, bold golden letters showing It's menu, that he spotted a few Italian and Greek dishes. ("Come on Jürgen, I'm starving") entering the rather large and decent luxurious interior, the first thing to hit his senses was the smell and the atmosphere It radiated. he spotted a few souls here and there, enjoying what was laid before them.
A waitress came forth with a wide smile. And once more this maiden was stunning stopping just a few feet from Ivory. "Ivory it's so nice to see you again!" She hugged the girl a little too long in his opinion. Pulling away she spotted the shorter man. "Who is this?" She asked politely. With swift movements she reappeared next to Jürgen. "Oh, this is just a friend I've met two weeks ago. We bumped into each other quite literally." She moved herself next to Jürgen, placing her hand onto his shoulder. "You should introduce yourself so you're not a stranger." Jürgen quickly caught on, especially how one of her nails dug into his clothing.
A spike shot through his prideful Germanic heart, looks like she's still mad. "Why of corse Fräulein." His voice was strangely calm as he held out his hand. "My name is Jürgen Weiss. And you are." She looked towards him then to Ivory, a silent conversation as they looked at each other. "So, who is this, that you have found Ivory." She had a smile that looked out of place.
She pushed the waitress. "Come on fleur, it's nothing like that! Get yourself out of that gutter." A hurt mock came over her. "Ivory What slander do you speak off." They both held their stances for a short period, before laughing. "Sorry Ivory. I had, too have some fun there." She looked back towards Jürgen. "The names fleur de lys Jürgen." She shook his hand firmly. "So table for two?." She asked, turning around grabbing the menus. "Three I just texted Röwżoy" Jürgen jerked his head swiftly, a slight frown on his lips as he eyed her. "Really." A surprised Fleur turning slightly. "That girl needs to get out of that shop more often. By the way how did you get her to come out?" A table was before her, placing utensils and three menus.
Jürgen was eyeing her, how she had a victorious grin and that gleam in her eye. Taking a deep breath "because, I'm paying for the meal." He let out, a soft bump connected his shoulder. "That's right! Jürgen her is paying for me and Röwżoy." The way she had spoken Röwżoy's name, made his hand slightly twitch.
Setting themselves for the time, Jürgen couldn't help but stare at the small clear device. His starring hasn't gone unnoticed. "What?." Jolting out of his daze, to look back at her. "I have never seen such a... equipment before." A small rise of her brow was accompanied with a slightly confused look. "So... are you telling me, you've never seen a scroll before?" An questionable look clear as day.
He shook his head slightly, "when you serve within the Reich's elite." A deep tired sigh leaving through his lips. "I, should've said, when you serve in the Schutzstaffel." A smile slowly graced his lips. "You tend too be armed with the state of the art weapons and equipment. I was an Sturmpionier of the Das Reich second SS Division. But I have never seen nor have I heard anything about that." Pointing at the device. Before she could ask, the door opened, allowing a certain rabbit through. "Röwżoy over here." It startled the girl as she spotted her and Jürgen near the back. She smiled at first before dissipating into a mix of a frown with a bit of confusion.
Making the short distance, pulling the chair right next to Ivory before hugging her. "Happy birthday again Ivory." Seating herself, she looked up at Jürgen. "And Faunus hater." The look she got from him was... confusing. He held a smile that didn't sit well, and Ivory looked at her with a very shocked expression. A low chuckle escape him. "Please. I may look down at some Faunus. But The only thing I really hate more, then ever. Are the Bolshevik dogs of Stalin, and the Rats that dares, too threaten the safety of the Fatherland . But the worse ones, are those that cannot provide effort to the war machine or productivity for the people." Grasping the glass of water he took a small sip. He leaned back holding onto his menu browsing what was available.
Both girls looked at him with a mix of expressions. Ivory held an intriguing gleam in her eyes, as for Röwżoy she held a confusing look. "So you hate Faunus." She asked. "I never said anything of the sort." He coolly answered. "There are certain traits or groups that, I will, look down upon." Reaching over, he stopped just mere centimetres from her. She backed away slightly from his reach, watching his hand point towards her. "Too you and other's that share any animalistic traits, are what you call Faunus. Too me it's just deformities." She was about to speak, he swiftly held his hand up. "But. Those deformities tell me what you are." He leaned back into his seat. "The short time I've met you Röwżoy." A soft snort came from him. "Röwżoy, such a lovely name for a Polish girl." He quietly said to himself, her ear slightly twitched hearing that. "The short time we had Röwzoy, you displayed how a rabbit would react. You're shyness, they way your skittish and how easily startled you can be, just like prey for the predators." He looked at Ivory, locking eyes with her. "My view is very different from others." Sitting up straight, he took the menu again as he browsed. "I was raised in a difficult time of fear and strife, so we had too change our Ideology, and our struggle gave way to a new Ideology that brought us under one party and banner." Before any of them could speak Fleur walked up ready too take orders.
They ordered there picks as Fleur wrote down there choice. "Oh. Before I forget, happy birthday Ivory." She pulled her in a half hug. "Now I'll be back with your drinks and what did you want hun?" She looked over to Jürgen. "Beer please." Was the swift reply. She looked at him for a moment. "Uh, do you have Identification on you." He stopped halfway with his glass. Quickly as it came, Ivory saw how he changed in that small gap. "No... I lost it in that Godforsaken City." Was the soft reply, "I guess I'll settle for some wine. And surprise me what you have in stock." With that. They gave her there menus and left them alone.
Ivory turned her head slightly, seeing that Röwzoy was doing the same. It was quiet for the next few seconds before Ivory broke it. "So. What was this... Ideology." He was quite for awhile, looking deeply into his empty glass. It was disturbing how intensely he looked, it was nothing that she could put it under or describe. "What, was it, that you said under your breath?" Ivory and Jürgen where shaken out of there deep thoughts, by the timid rabbits question. He looked towards her. "You said something about my name?." One of her ears lifted ever so lightly. "It was nothing that should concerned you Röwzoy." His voice. They way he spoken was soft as if he partaken a funeral.
This time Röwzoy ears lifted up, with a passing glance to Ivory, she nodded her head towards him. "Jürgen" Ivory spoke, watching him carefully as he held the glass filled with red. "Jürgen" she tried again, still nothing changed in his stance. Boldly she reached over, ever so gently brushing her hand against his. Like a light switch from before he gathered himself before taking a sip from his whine. Then he took in his surroundings looking this way and that. "Sorry, just a bad memory was dug up." Instantly he tipped the glass taking more then just a sip.
Returning back she quickly glanced around seeing a small amount of patrons, thankfully they where seated away in their spot. Before they could ask, Fleur came up setting plates and there selected orders. A large steaming rack of spiced ribs, with the smell of oregano wafting from it's honey glazed sauce. A large plate of pizza was in the middle filled with an assortment of toppings. And finally, a large fat looking steak that Jürgen has ever seen. The creamy mashed potatoes smothered in gravy, steamed vegetables bright and delectable too his eyes. "Here you guys go." She stepped back taking note of the mood, that now surrounded them. "Is there something wrong here?." Jürgen waved his hand dismissively, "no nothing is wrong, just an old wound was dug up." Clapping his hand, startling both girls in front of him. "Now is not the time to dwell on the past. It's Ivory's special day right. We should be celebrating."
Utensils clattered as they ate there fair share, Ivory carefully watched him peel off the honey glazed meat with a fork, the strong alluring sent of oregano wafting from his dish. "You know this reminds me of an Italian or Greek dish." Chewing he reached over towards his glass, sipping the red wine.
Both Röwzoy and her looked at him with confusion. The stringy cheese from her pizza, hanging on the corner of her mouth. Lapping the offending stringy cheese swallowing down as she cleared her throat. "What's An Italian dish?" She asked. Glancing slightly towards Röwzoy, seeing that her interest was piqued.
Waving his hand dismissively at them, savouring the steamed rib meat, with its heavenly aroma the meat sliding off the bone perfectly. Stopping he looked up at them a small wistful smile. "Nothing fräulein, just nonsense rambling to myself." he spoke again, taking a large meaty chunk off the bone.
No. I really want to know." placing her slice back down, then lifting her hand up. "You say these words as in Europe, Germany, Italy, Russia, France and finally Great Britain." she counted off her fingers then pointed at him, listing off the final country. "You say them so easily. As if they where common knowledge!. That's another thing I'm trying to figure out about you Jurgen, you are an enigma. And I'm planing on it, too find that out!." she shot up with her loud declaration. Utensils and plates clattered in their place as Jürgen and Röwzoy swiftly moved forth, stopping the runaway plates and keeping glasses from spilling.
("Easy fräulein, you almost wasted our lunch.") His native language slipping through as Röwzoy took her time setting the utensils back in order. "Ivory calm down a bit. We are, in a restaurant with other's." a sheepish grin spread across her lips, gently rubbing behind her head. "Sorry guys. But Röz. You cannot deny the facts that I talked about." Sputtering and coughing violently came from Jürgen. The rabbit was quick, aiding the soldier from his violent fit. ("Thank you Fräulein. It seems that I now owe one.") She looked down at him then towards Ivory. A slight frown, asking Ivory for clarification. "He'd said, thank you, and he owes you a favour." Translating for her friend.
Regarding his misfortune by taking small calming breaths, steadying his beating heart. "Ivory, it's just nonsense ramblings. That's all." She shook her head viciously "It's not! Just, just. I mean look at your uniform. it's so, much different then any other, militarist branch that I know of." She was gesturing at him before blinking. "What, what happened to the original one, that I first saw you in?. Never mind." Waving her hand, as if swatting a bothersome fly before gesturing around his uniform. "I remembered seeing that Iron eagle and the Iron cross." Quickly she pointed at his breast. "Yes that's it. and that X with four points going clockwise." Then immediately she gestured at his dual thunderbolts. "And I cannot forget about those thunderbolts. How they've been placed like that, it's saying something. And I remembered what you said, that they are just two letters, the SS. Or as you called it. The Schutzstaffel. I saw them on you're uniforms, and on the side of your helmet. It's like, you're out of this world!." she spouted off in excitement. That same curiosity look within her eyes. Was there, it was that same burning desire when he spoke about home. And now, here she is with another girl that's been pulled into this.
His body went stiffly ridged, at every word she marked off. All the while as Röwzoy listened intently as her friend pointed and examined at every little detail on his uniform. Quickly recovering and composing himself, raising his hand to stop Ivory. "Alright Ivory, you made your point..." letting off a tired sigh. "But enough about old me. It's your special day today. We should be focusing more on that." he watched her bitting into her pizza pulling away with a long stringy line before it clung onto her chin. "Ivory!" Exclaimed Röwżoy picking her face with a napkin scooping the offending string and crust. "Can't you eat normally without creating a big mess." swatting her hand away, she turned towards her with an annoyed expression. "Okay, Mother." Jürgen found himself Chuckling at their antics, never he has seen any woman act like this in all his years.
With there hunger satisfied. Jürgen watched the two talk about little things or catching up on lost time. Reaching into his dress shirt, fishing out his wallet but a ring clattered into the table. Frozen still as a statue seeing the golden ring. It's prestigious surface was now chipped with scars cutting deeply along it's once smooth surface. A soft hand gently picked up the ring. Following the hand back towards the owner, seeing Ivory looking intently into it's scuffed surface. Reaching forth, gently grasping the ring from Ivory's hold. With great reluctance, she relinquished the golden ring, allowing it to disappear into his uniform.
"What... what's wrong with that ring?" Ivory asked him when it left her line of sight. He hesitated for a small moment, before looking into Ivory's eyes. "Its... let's just say I'm holding it for my brother." Before she could ask for more, Fleur placed the bill in front of Jürgen. "Well guys, did you have an excellent meal today or the best dam good food you've eaten. But anyway's, how will you be paying sweetheart." Pulling the parchment up they could've sworn how his left eye twitched. "I hope you can pay for it honey, becau-" he held up his hand taking a few lien out of his wallet. "No. Just surprised about the amount." He calmly spoke. Placing the right amount of money or lien as they called it Paying for both and himself.
Stepping outside with Ivory and Röwzoy a few paces ahead of him. His steps settled back into it's origin, from years of service, it settled into a firm, steady, calm pace. They walked along the streets until Röwzoy split off, from the group going back too the store but not without giving her goodbye. With the two alone, Ivory dragged Jurgen alongside her. Browsing into shops, seeing the people going about their daily life. The young man couldn't keep his eyes away from the shortly dressed women, roaming about. Never in his lifetime, he would see the day that women dress like this! Short skirts, pants that hugs to their curves so nicely showing the world what they have. That is usually the time that Ivory swats him in the back of his head, several times over, just too keep him in line.
She was a happy girl though, taking a leisurely stroll through the towns market and enjoying Jurgen's presences. Her glasses enhancing her sky blue eyes, the golden main flowing behind her. They talked and she cracked a few jokes earning a few chuckles from Jurgen. she took him wherever stuck her fancy or indirectly pulling a few pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, from there conversation.
The sky was covered in a calming golden glow as Ivory sat next to Jurgen, enjoying the sun's final decent. Long was the day spent walking, his strides never faltered throughout the evening. They both enjoyed the day, but some parts could've been better. The sight of the country field on top of the hill, was an nostalgic feeling. The sight stilled his Germanic iron heart, with it's rolling hills the familiar thick shrubbery, covering the landscape. Wheat fields stretched far in segments and the few windmills standing tall throughout the land. With the sky turning into a brilliant orange red canvas. A pain settled deep within his heart as it longed for his homeland... for once, he felt a flicker within him, memories of the Fatherland and the thunderous roar of panzers and vehicles rolling throughout the land. The troops proudly singing on those long marches. Ivory let out small a shaky breath, catching Jurgen's attention. ("You remind me of my brother in many ways Juergen.") With his attention shifting towards her, she continued on her thoughts. ("Throughout the day Jürgen. You reminded me how he would just...) A pitiful sigh escaped her. ("I miss him. So much.") She was quiet for a small time before speaking. ("Do you have any siblings that you miss.") was her question.
Starring far off into the far distance. Inhaling a small amount of air. ("That is something I can relate to Fräulein.") he spoke sadly. ("I've been in the army for a long time. I had comrades.") it trailed off, before he viciously shook his head. (No!... they where more then that. Over the course of our travels and many fights, we had became brothers in arms. Brothers that I could rely on. Brothers that, I could count on, through the thick mud and across blood soaked lands. Brothers that, I can truly trust and lean on.") The passion was bleeding throughout his blood as he spoke. Ivory sat there, watching him waving his arms and moving his body. Just like a cartoon but with less exaggerated motions, the more he spoke on. ("I proudly served the NSDAP party for the Führer's armed Protection Squadron.") A shy voice spoke up behind him. ("What's the NSDAP party?") Turning around he was greeted by a confused looking Ivory. Taking a breath, a dry chuckle left him. ("The NSDAP. It proud-fully stands for National Socialists German Workers Party. But others had begun too call it, the Nazi party of Germany.) Her attention was caught by his words, listening to every new detail coming forth. Her eyes held a small glint in them. ("We where small at first. I should know because I joined them in there infancy. Our road was long and brutally hard. Arguably it was a bloody struggle against the Reds. Most of the populace did not welcome us. The old government tried to put us down time and time again. But our message reached out towards the low classes the week the poor and the old. And in time we started to gain momentum. Our hard work and the fuhrer's dream was becoming a reality. And so our banner rose with the populace of Germany. uniting all, under one banner. Bringing hope with it, to our dying nation. Soon others folded into our party uniting Europe piece by piece.")
("Was it all worth it?") she spoke pulling her legs closer towards her chest. ("Was your party successful?.") letting out a tired sigh he shook his head.
("No... our old enemies fought us. The French, Russia and England with his vast minor countries they could pull from.) he chuckled lightly. ("The first nation too fall. Was Poland.") seeing her face scrunching into a confused look.
("Poland?.") she asked rolling the word around her mouth.
His expression was taken towards a distasteful look ("After the Great War. Parts of Germany where taken in the signing of a peace treaty. No one knew who started the war, but most of the blame was targeted on us!.") he yelled, startling her at the sheer amount of emotion put into it. ("we lost half of our country to them. Taking German soil and stealing our profits.") letting out a chuckle ("but it all changed when we claimed back lands from Poland and Slovakia. Reclaiming what was lost to our people.")
("This cause for Germany you are speaking. Sounds a lot like the white fang.") Jurgen looked towards her a questioning look. ("The white fang, was Faunus group that fought for equality rights and too be treated as equals then a permanent second class.") exhaling slowly her body deflated. ("But. They've taken it towards violence. The populace is starting too treat them as terrorists. Which is starting too hurt others that have no affiliation with them. Now. The more peaceful protesters are being casted down because of them.") her expression darkened ("we are treated as trash and they call us subhumans. There was a war... the great Faunus war. I wish that this Nazi party was here. Then maybe it could of worked out for the better.") Jurgen was chewing his lips a look of conflict tormenting in side of him. Reaching over he gently grasped her shoulder.
("Ivory. With how you describe this... White fang. There nothing close to our Fascist Ideology. The white fang is nothing more than wayward revolution.") He fell quiet, his attention shifting at the countryside. ("Mark my words Ivory. There's going too be, a red, bloody revolution. If this continues, and I'm certainly going too stop this.") A smile crept up, his expression radiating with a goal. ("Shall we be going home?. It's been a quite the long day Ivory.") The sight he saw stirred his spirit. Sitting there with a great look of concentration. ("How are you going too stop this?.") her voice and body was hesitate, fearing what his response will be. ("The only way I know how.") a doubtful look was what he got. ("Trust me Ivory. I just need time.") holding his hand outstretched, grasping his and with a pull, she was back on her feet. Proceeding through the fields a gentle wind caressed his skin, the fresh cool air reminded him a certain peace. His stance was calm. The Iron cross was proudly hanging on his breast, glistening in the dying light.
Closing the door in his shop. Sluggishly waddling for his desk, where his open journal lay. His boots re-shined, uniform tightly put away. With his spectacles on, pen in hand jotting down his entry. The weak candlelight flickering next to him.
February 17th 1943
"It still lingers within my head. What Ivory's question about the Reich's Ideology. The white fang is on a dangerous road. It's like the Great Depression all over again. This nation is divided and at war with itself and the Grimm. I started too "search the web" Oh, how I still can't wrap my head around these wonderful machines and technology.
This white fang. It's worse then I could've imagined, they are not terrorists as they called them no. No, it's a revolution in its infancy, a red tide that must be stopped.
What will the nazi party and finally the Waffen SS Do?. I know what the media branch would do. Reach out towards the Faunus, the lower and middle working classes. If we give them promises that are achievable, it will no doubt reinvigorate their hopes. Allowing them to sway away from this faulty system. Just, like how the same system was applied in the allies.
Could the Faunus be apart of our Ranks? Ha I think not. But... we did have some cultural mixed in with the schutzstaffel. The Cossack's, some parts of Europe and the French supposedly said from what I have heard. But does the Faunus have a place amongst the German race?. Or, will they end up amongst the long list of our Fuhrer's Germanic vision. That is something I must ponder more on."
February 18th 1943
"She has asked me many questions, pestering me for information on the Fatherland and our rule. She pulled me along with her friends to a bar. I shouldn't have taken that bait. She now knows my story of our glorious Fatherland. The Great War that tore our nation apart and the lands taken away from us. Oh how I hated as other nations turned there backs on us!. letting our people suffer though a civil war that sprang up, and the Great Depression. It was a very harsh life, growing in that condition, but then hope came to the light. The nazi party Adolf Hitler a veteran from the Great War. I so happen stumble upon one, of his many operations that his party was operating in. I remembered his speeches. How he managed to rouse the withering spirits in that tavern, giving me, and others hope once again, for the future.
I remember seeing how she held on, to what I said. But that frown she held asking me why would we treated the Jewish community to such an extent. Telling me. that it was wrong. Ohh I gave my own retort back. Saying that they! where the ones that tore our nation apart taking lands that once belonged to the German people.
But she was not the only one listening in our conversation. It seems that others started to show hostility and fear, but there where a few that showed interest. I do not care what the majority think. it's those that are looking for change in this trying time and it seems that a few might share this thought. They will know in time and that of an schutzstaffel. I will not one to be taken so lightly