#frank writes

ooc time

im styx (main being @gamesucks) and uh. idk what to put here. my bestie ace peer pressured me into making an rp blog so our ocs could interact so here i am!

ALSO its 1925 for frank, but he died in 1918. feel free to send him weird shit and freak him out or whatever lmao

oh um. no rules rlly aside from dont try sexual shit? frank is crass and hell talk abt it if prompted but please dont try to fuck him,,

A descendant of now-former military aristocracy and a long-time member of the Raldpartei, Bernitz grew up during the country’s eastern expansion, inculcated with a desire the restoration of Belkan imperial glory from a young age. A star student, he and his family signed up for party membership in the early 1980s, effectively making them close to the party's inner circles from the start of the economic crises. At the time he believed not just a return to vintage imperial borders but in the “will to power” exercised by the party through the military.

He decided to stay in the armed forces following the end of his mandatory conscription period, entering the air force and rising to the ranks of fighter pilots.

Ashley demonstrated excellent flight combat acuity and a remarkable knack for strategy and patience, hounding adversaries as a means to ambush their backup. But his calm yet outspoken personal ideology caused polarizing reactions from colleagues and frequently threatened his career, especially as the Federal Law Review got underway.

The government attempted to make him a poster child for the air force by including him in propaganda, although he faced stiff competition from established propaganda faces such as the so-called Color Guard squadrons particularly Rot (Red). The perceived favor granted to him and other Raldpartei members in the military created significant tensions with so-called "moralists" such as a certain Colonel Buchner.

The relatively small presence of party die-hards did not seem to seriously undermine military unity toward the start of the conflict, primarily due to the tacit endorsements of Rald by a number of military higher-ups who would later serve as political appointments.

Nevertheless, the Oberkommando granted Bernitz and other party loyalists their own squadrons under the newly-formed 6th Air Division to further ensure their loyalty. Bernitz's 4er Taktisches Jagdstaffel was equipped with the SBMF S 47 (jointly developed with Yuktobania prior to the Raldpartei administration) thanks to the party's connections in industry. Overall, this arrangement seemed beneficial for those involved at the outbreak of the war, when his 4 TJS secured air supremacy above Lake Superior as part of Fall Kreuz (Cross, operation against Osea).

As the leader of his squadron, Bernitz instituted a unique policy that each pilot had to compete for their place at his wing on a mission-by-mission basis. While his 2nd and 3rd pilots were effectively interchangeable, he frequently rotated the 4th pilot out of the “rookie” snow-white plane until Annette Zweig (callsign Nachtigall) joined the squadron in late April.

Ultimately, the effects of attrition meant that Bernitz would go into the defining battle of his career with only Zweig at his wing.

Immediately prior to the Second Battle of B7R, Bernitz was alerted to Buchner's attempt to defect. As a matter of pride, party-loyal elements of the military ordered Bernitz to chase him down ahead of Schwarze and their Yuktobanian-born squad leader.

Although he accomplished this mission, he was then shot down by the so-called "Demon Lord” and spent the remainder of the conflict making his way back to friendly lines.

Not having taken part in the last-ditch nuclear attacks, Bernitz spent a considerable amount of time struggling to rationalize the Chancellor's decision - although the Treaty of Lumen and the cessation of southern Belka to Osea sped that process up considerably. Conversely his family came to accept the "wage of nuclear war," and began to renounce the ideology that led them there. This created a rift between them and Ashley that never healed.

Despite this, Ashley had long-since learned to play the long game. When the Osean military began to accept ex-Belkan pilots, he signed up and underwent a mandatory deradicalization process. To further prove this rehabilitation, he also married a war widow from the new North Osea and effectively adopted their son - although neither spouse nor child changed their names.

but he does have to grow his cult though so when the opportunity presents itself:

Winter didn’t mind getting paired up with Satan on an assignment and nor did he. She was a decent enough student that he knew he wouldn’t be forced to do all the work or take a hit on his grades. Plus if he couldn’t be paired with MC, best to have the angel who was into human-watching on his side for an assignment about the human realm.

“Well right now the human world is a mess. There’s a pandemic and police officers racially discriminate and it’s slightly better now that this orange Hitler guy is out of power in the United States.”

Satan took all that in. “So if MC wasn’t here they’d be…”

“Yeah. Dealing with that.”

“So what ARE the humans doing?”

“Well, there was this President during the French Revolution and he said in a speech during the Reign of Terror - roughly translated, ‘When the people have run out of food, they will eat the rich.’ So lots of humans have said that on their social media accounts in response to the current climate. So maybe our project could be comparing the old situation to the modern one.”

Satan’s eyes were wide. 

“Oh honestly, most humans don’t result to cannibalism unless it’s life or death...which it may well become, but it’s more metaphorical - there are people who have just a ton of money and they could help so many people with it to get food and clothing and a home but just seem to feel like hoarding it. So, when there isn’t any food left, what’s next? Besides I wouldn’t have thought you demons would be that shocked by the concept.”

“Not that. I’m aware of that. THAT.” 

Satan pointed over Winter’s shoulder, Beel was standing there frozen, already starting to drool.

The angel paled. “Crap. That can’t be good. We’d better go stop it.” The angel was actually one of the few people able to manage a rampaging Avatar of Gluttony but definitely wasn’t proud of herself for being the perpetrator. 

Satan put his hand on her wrist. “Actually, let him go for a bit. Consider it a gift to MC.”

Winter squirmed, her angelic nature to protect all living things, warring with her desire to dole out some righteous (or demonic)  justice. “Alright, I’ll give him a minute head start.” 

Satan grinned. “And it has the added bonus of pissing off Lucifer.” he reminded her of her shared ire for the Avatar of Pride. “Ah. That is a good point. Two minutes head start.”

She may find herself hanging next to Mammon later that evening but a few very strange news reports would be airing up in the human world in the next day or so. The angel vs. demon fight (More of a struggle) however was chalked up to cosplay or some public theatre piece at least. And they were wearing masks (Winter had managed to get one on Beel) so no one had got involved, but someone had taken a video that was getting some minor viral hits - mostly because it seemed like a 100 pound woman was somehow lifting a 300 pound man who looked like he lived in a gym.

However, Winter’s mission was a success. “C’mon, there’s plenty of stuff to eat that aren’t humans. I was thinking pizza.”

She passed by Satan on her way to the kitchen. “Maybe we should do our paper on a different quote. Maybe: ‘let them eat cake?’” 

“There’s cake?” Beel predictably asked.

“I’m going to have to make cake now aren’t I?”

“Darling, you’re holding out on us. You must enlighten us on what that manly body you sleep with every night looks like! Captivate me, tell me!” 

Winter looked Asmo square in the eyes. “You wanted to know about our time in bed? Me and Beel?”

The angel’s eyes held Asmo’s own while Satan rolled his eyes from across the room, not bothering to look up from his book. “It’s a trap Asmo.” he drawled blandly.

“So Beel and I were in bed the other night. I’d gotten dressed up you know. In lingerie. A black lacey corset with some garters.” The fact that this pronouncement was made with nary a blush or stutter on the angel’s behalf should have been a tell that Satan’s assessment was correct, but Asmo was only leaning closer.

And so Beel leans over, looks me straight in the eye and says...

“Yes?”

“That lingerie looks lovely but I’d rather have this chocolate bar.”

Satan choked on his own spit while Mammon offered his hand for a high five through his snickering

Even though RAD could feel like High School some of the time, what with the rampant drama and the somewhat wide variety in the ages of the students; given that the vast majority were also immortal, the truth of the matter was that it erred more towards the University side of the equation. As such, some of the older (and more importantly, mature) members of the student body were often called upon to TA, RA, audit and even sometimes guest lecture.

This is how Winter had found herself in front of a classroom full of students that week, all prepared to listen to her speak.

“Now today, I know you were expecting me to be speaking about Celestial Realm Literature, however as Simeon couldn’t make it to assist me, we’re going to be going in a wildly different direction here today. I will be needing a volunteer. Beel?”

From the front row, the Avatar of Gluttony looked to either side of him before he stood up and walked to the front of the room. “What’s going on?” he stage whispered.

“Up on the desk here.” Winter patted the desk at the front of the class room, next to the lectern, beaming as the demon obeyed. “...and shirt off.”

Beel glanced out at the sea of students, then back at Winter. “What?”

“Come on now, we’re running tight on time as it is! I have to squeeze all of this into an hour and it’s not going to be easy. We’re pushing fifty minutes on your abs alone!”

Looking rather bewildered but considering no one seemed ready to stop or even question this, Beel pulled his shirt over his head and set it aside.

“And lie down - feet that way, no, to the right, yes, perfect.”

“Wonderful. Now class, everyone get out your laptops and tablets and open Devilgram where you’ll see I have uploaded about five hours worth of workout videos taped by our ever diligent and my fellow exchange student: MC. I will also be playing some of this in the background on the projector while I lick his abs for about the next fifty minutes or so. Take notes, kids.”

With that, the angel walked around to the opposite side of the desk, hoisted herself up on her hands and knees and crawled slowly up Beel’s body, her wings flaring out behind her back so that the class was able to see clearly what she was doing.

“Oh and if we have time, we’ll be moving on to triceps and---”

...and that was...the floor. Specifically the carpeted floor of Beel and Belphie’s room, that she now had the pattern of indented in her cheek where she’d fallen asleep, working on her...guest lecture for Celestial Literature.

Behind her, the door opened, shedding a sliver of light into the room.

“I woke you?” Beel’s whisper came from behind.

With a start, WInter’s wings flared out, Stupid sexy subconscious. She folded them back, feigning her reaction as simple surprise. “No, I woke myself up. I fell asleep while working on it and I guess I’m more  worried than I thought as I had a crazy dream.”

Beel sat down next to her, letting the food tumble from his arms into a pile. “I went to get snacks because...well, I was hungry but I had a dream too. Actually it was also about your presentation. Guess you really have been stressing because it was also a uh...a weird one.”

“Yeah, what was yours about?” Winter had no intention of going first if she could invent something about not wearing pants or her feathers falling out or whatever.

“Well, you were giving the lecture, but you said Simeon couldn’t come to talk about TSL. So instead you were going to uhhh….” It was still dark in the room but Beel’s cheeks were practically throwing light they were so red.. “...so uh we were sort of...doing stuff...in front of the whole lecture hall.”

Winter’s mouth had gone very, very dry.

“Uh...stuff?”

“Well, at first you were sort of...licking my abs.”

Winter’s wings had flared out again. “Uh...huh.”

“And then uh...there was um...other stuff.”

“This ‘other stuff’ didn’t involve doing very inappropriate things with a laser pointer and one of those smart pens that turns handwriting into text, does it?”

“How did you…?”

“Same dream.”