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🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

Poor Haakon, he's getting salty...sappy, and other adjetives beging with S...I almost feel sorry for him, haha

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

Haakon J. Elvsgaard

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Location:Qasr El Nil Barracks

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Haakon simply sat there for a moment, a puzzled look drawn over his face as Aziza turned her attention to Mr. Walsh who sat down beside her. What had just happened? He had expected her to accept the apology, or at the very least to acknowledge that he tried to give her an apology in a less pleasent manner, but this? Not only had she refused the apology, she had told him that that was something that couldn't be done. She effectively called him a liar, at least that's how he felt like.

The sudden change of Aziza's heart didn't do much to eliviate the fleeting river of emotions and thoughts. At the very sight of Mr. Walsh, she suddenly got friendly; towards him. Haakon continued to sit down at the table, his puzzled look moving from Aziza over towards whatever was in front of him. Josephine's words were of little comfort, regardless of who it was actually meant for.

Haakon was no longer simply confused. He was offended.

"No, apparently I'm an evil, evil man who wishes nothing but the very worst to those around him. Even when I'm sorry. Excuse me, I need some air." Haakon said flatly to Jo. He stood up and walked away from the table, eating the lone slice of bread with cheese on it as he headed for somewhere else; somewhere else with a window, a door to the courtyard or anything of that nature.

Children of the Greatfather: A viking-themed medieval nation roleplay.

You have caught my attention, my good man. As a Norseman of birth, I'll be having my eyes on this. If not as the Born-people, then as one local realm that tries to either fight or live with them.

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

@RBYDarkI'll give Sigurd till the end of June, and then we'll have to rethink this.

Of course we can salvage it, just like we salvaged it the first time! We have a good spring-board for the action in Innsmouth, I would say, and other locations in Lovecraft-county. Though I would like more regular posts to keep it going :/

But how are you? How did your application go?

Edit: *Looks at his own posting* ...And yes, the irony of me not posting hasn't gone past me :P

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

Now one thing I hate is the fact that some people RP in first-person, as well as those who writes in present while EVERYONE else writes in past tense.

It's taking it to a whole new level of idiocy once you write in present, past and a whole lot of other times in the same post! I mean, make up your mind! Did your character do it, is he doing it now or is he simply contemplating taking that action. I can't fricking tell because you're writing all over the god damn space-time-continium!

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

Haakon J. Elvsgaard

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Location:Qasr El Nil Barracks

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Thoughts; thoughts bouncing back and forth inside his mind, clear pictures of actions and readable words floating through his head covered Haakon's attention so thourougly, that he felt as if he jumped a few feet up from the bed he was sitting in when he heard the door. Haakon didn't register at first what this all meant, but he soon realized that it was quite simple and harmless; breakfast. The guard was there to bring them down to the officer's area, where they would be allowed to eat. On queue, his stomach gave an audible rumble. And so Haakon stood up from the bed and joined the others who made their way down.

The mass of military personel was for once a welcoming sight after the dream Haakon had just had, but knowing that such thoughts were utter nonsense and that no real threat could come to them - he hoped -, he picked out a various assortment of breakfast-foods; mostly bread, eggs and a little cheese, and joined the others he actually recognized from the day before. "God morgen, morgenfugler. May I join your company, ladies?" Haakon asked the small group of women, though his gaze landed on Aziza last as the others finished their questions. "Miss Tarek, I hope you're faring better this morning. I, eh, I would like to apologize for anything I might have done to...cause what occured last night. Whatever it was, I'm deeply sorry, Miss, and you have my assurance that whatever it was, it shall not happen again."

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

I will post later tonight, been working hard(ly) on my last exam.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: Newnan Hospital - Dream

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At first it was all dark. Dark and cold. Alexander didn't know where he was or how he got there, but he didn't seem to question the cirumstances of his whereabouts. The figure standing in total darkness just stood there, looking forward into the unknown shadows that hung like a heavy shroud over everything. But it wasn't Alexander that stood out there, it was someone else. Someone shorter...Someone familar, yet unknown.

The darkness vanished in the blink of an eye, replaced by a scenery of green. Green everything; green grass and plants clinging tightly around the landscape, green trunks of trees and massive green leaves of the South-East Asian jungle. And then it was the green uniforms of the soldiers standing, or rather lying down or crouching all around Alexander. His brothers in arms. The younger-looking Alexander, in his early 20's from the look of his appearance, sat hunkered down behind a fallen tree, holding tightly around what looked like a telephone wired up to his backpack. He didn't speak, not a single word. He simply stared out into the massive, endless jungle rising up before him.

Then he saw the figure emerge out of the jungle. It was small and unidentifyable for him, but everyone in the section opened fire at it. Every single one of them, with every thinkable weapon in their arsenal. Pistols, assault rifles, MG's, even hand-grenades. But the figure kept walking towards them. All the while Alexander simply stood there, staring it down, feeling his heart beat right up in his throat. First one to get shot was Bunker, then Harrison and Lavarotti. Everyone around him started falling like flies, from where he couldn't tell though.

The figure came ever closer. Alexander spoke quietly into the telephone-set in his hand.

"Requesting air-strike..."

Then he saw what the figure approaching was. Who it was; it was a woman, a young and pretty woman, one all too familiar to him. It was Judith, his wife. She was smiling, even as the napalm exploded and began to burn fiercly around her. It only burned her skin, hair and clothes into a digusting mix of flesh and crisped fabric. Alexander couldn't move as she came close to him and put her hand on his cheek, her melting hand of flaming napalm and flesh. Yet he shivered; his whole body shivered, as if a cold wind blew past him. Before he could ask her why she was there, she lunged forward and bit into his neck.

Then it all went black again.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady Amalthea...I'm just going to silently steal that picture and try to pretend that I have actually seen The Deer Hunter...Thank you *Hides*

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady AmaltheaOh I will. Alexander will not ^^

I was in 'Nam, boy. I saw some shit...