ONL

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

So...a tank. Is that what Alexander is about to face?

He's done goofed o.o

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

Haakon J. Elvsgaard

---

Location:Qasr El Nil Barracks

---

It go past Haakon's inquisitive eyes that Mr. Drake so easily agreed to help the still unsteady Lady Munn to an 'infirmary' - or whatever it was that the doctor called it, Haakon hadn't heard the exact word but was sure it as something medical - while Lady Munn herself earlier had insisted on going by herself. His mind was putting pieces together, regardless of them being relevant or not, but there was indeed something going on between them. Or else it was just one massive, awkward situation.

"You must excuse me, Lord-Major, but Miss Clark?" Haakon's attention was drawn away from the scene unfolding before them, as the Lord-Major replied to Josephine's apology and wishes to visit Lady Munn afterwards, ending the comment by saying that both Haakon and Josephine were to meet him for a more private conversation. Haakon presumed he already knew what that conversation was to be about, but to drag Josephine into that mess? Haakon gave a quick look to Josephine, a concerned look flashing across his face, before he adressed the Lord-Mayor again. With all due respect, Lord-Mayor, I have nothing against the coming meeting between yourself and I, but Miss Clark? She might have misspoken about certain subjects, yes, but I think it is obvious that my case is the more urgent one between the two of us, Sir. After all, I am the Norwegian reporter who asked for his typewriter, for which I am very sorry, Sir." Haakon wasn't sure at all if this was helping his own case, but he knew one thing; Josephine didn't need to get dragged into this, not his one friend in this God-forsaken place of sand and unnatural events taking place.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

---

---

Alexander Polawski

---

Location: Heading south towards the smoke

---

---

The gurgling sound got quiet as Alexander pushed southward, even if the pace was still slow due to the thick layer of snow and Alexander's hurting joint. Yes, he was an eldering man. Yes, he was starting to get that old characteristic of old people with their joints that hurt with even the slighest shift of wind. And yes, it annoyed him. But really, this was the apocolypse, and Alexander knew that once he found out whatever the heck the smoke was, he might finally get some time to complain. Right now though, he did his best to just soak it up and keep moving.

It was at his thighs that he felt it first, then all across his chest and upper torso; it was getting warmer. Alexander found himself to be surprised, if that was a feeling he'd recognized in a situation that he wasn't about to die. He hadn't been in Georgia before, and even he found it odd that the heat was building up as quickly. Now he wasn't complaining, it was just that he hadn't experienced that before. The humidity, that was a completely different story. It felt reminiscent of the jungle moisture of South-East Asia, save from the cold that it brought upon his skin. For the second time that day, he wondered for a split second if he preferred to be moist and warm, or moist and cold.

The thought, just as quickly as the one before, disappeared into the distance as he heard another noise. He had heard it before, the low rumbling. But it was louder, not by much, but still audible. What the hell was it? As Alexander kept pushing south, he began to wonder what it could be. It wasn't a constant humming, but a short and audible rumbling. So not a vehicle moving in any direction related to him, but something like...artillery or mortar fire? Probably too quiet and lack of power for that. Earthquake? As far as Alexander knew, Georgia wasn't Californa or anything like that. Houses crumbling down? Perhaps, but he still wasn't sure. Or more clearly, he had no idea at all.

Still, it was as much a sign of activity as the pillars of smoke, and so he kept on walking through the snow, heading to whatever awaited him.

Band of Bastards- WW2 Heist/Espionage RP

Jakob Norheim & Silvio Colani

---

---

The time was right for the show to begin. And both of our two main badasses were ready for the task. Each about to commence their parts of the play, in their respective ways. Outside Silvio stood, while Jakob was inside. Let the show begin.

Jakob, posing as that German Waffen-SS officer with the unhealable limp, made his way downstairs alongside the rest of their little team of misfits. He easily avoided the grasping arms of drunken German soldiers wishing to congratulate and honour the clear veteran of the East, while he preferred not to be eyed at by the higher officers, in line of not being noticed. But he smiled, which was a new feature to the Norwegian soldier in disguise, and one all the more frightening when considering what ran through his mind. He might have smiled and spoken friendly back to the Germans around him, but in his mind he was only imagining how best to gun them all down.

While the conversation between Robert and the now infamously named Seal went on, Jakob made his way around the bar. He had to jokingly throw away the German soldier who wanted to mix drinks, promising him to make something that would blow his mind. Good thing he didn't have to shoot him, that would seriously screw up the planning of the plan. Because hidden inside various crates and bottles, were the different parts of a Bren-Gun, one which Jakob had specifically ordered to be planted there. And as the conversation came to a close, the Bren-Gun had been assembled in no time.

The symphony, a piece of Grieg which only made Jakob smile all the more, reached its climax as the bullets began to ripple through the establishment. Robert and Lukasz seemed to have a field-day out there, at least from what Jakob could hear behind the counter as he hid from the bullets. The MG42 would have shredded him to pieces had he been standing up, but this was of course according to plan. As the gun fell silent, Jakob rushed up onto the counter and aimed his LMG down; a number of German soldiers were still lying at the ground, about to draw their weapons at the two Germans who clearly weren't German after all. Too bad for them, the Norwegian had them in his sight. The gun rattled, shell-casings flew to the side and bullets rippled through the sorry bodies of the Germans trying to make a last stand.

They didn't stand a chance.

It was a massacre, and a beautiful one too Jakob had to admit. The smile on his face didn't fade, it simply remained as it was clear that this part of the mission was done, and they had to exit.

Silvio instead had the pleasure of shooting fish in a barrel, so to speak. As agreed upon, he had exited the bar and positioned himself outside somewhere on the street, overlooking the bar and several exits that might be used for an escape. As he assembled the Thompson SMG, his most trusted and favoured weapon, he couldn't help but wonder if this plan was going to work after all? Because how the hell was a group of three people going to gun down a whole two stories of German soldiers, before the alarm was raised and then get the fuck out of there?

Then again, he himself was pretty good with a gun, and he himself knew he could have managed that himself. And that was good, because he soon needed that encouragement for himself. The gunfire was deafening, even for the battle-hardened Italian-American as he sat concealed across the street, watching the immense gunfire inside the bar. It was like the 4th of July, all compressed into half a minute of shooting in just a small bar.

Luckily he would have company for himself. It didn't take long for Germans to start pouring out of the bar, heading towards him. Good for him, he wasn't alone. As he rose up from a couple of crates hiding him, he smiled brashly as he pointed his Thompson at them.

"Sorry to run into you, you Kraut fuckers, but I've got a lot of lead to carry. Mind to help?"

The overwhelming firepower of the drum-magazined Thompson shredded through the fleeing Germans, all falling dead to the ground or leaned up against walls and other street-objects. "Thanks, your service to my family will not be forgotten. May God be with you, you sorry bastards." Silvio said to the large group of dead or dying Germans, saluting them and running down towards where thir escape vehicle was meant to be parked. There he met the others, though his eyes drifted first to the bell-towere where the gunfire had come from earlier, over to Simona who was looking half-panicked, saying something odd.

"Cosa intendi? Sei male, caro?"

Band of Bastards- WW2 Heist/Espionage RP

I will post in a few days, just need to survive a cabin-trip for a few days and get the right mood for my Italian gunman and the Norwegian commando.

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

Haakon J. Elvsgaard

---

Location:Qasr El Nil Barracks

---

Haakon kept his mouth shut, oh yes, but it wasn't because Josephine told him or that Aziza gestured him to, after all she had aimed that plea of silence towards the American, not the Norwegian. Instead it was the look the Lord-Mayor sent them. No, not look, it was as if the core of molten steel inhabitated his eyes as they shot daggers at Haakon and Josephine; that was at least how Haakon felt it like. And he guessed he saw why.

Following the Lord-Mayor's motion of the head, he found himself looking somewhere between the food and themselves. A man, native from the looks of things yet without the uniform of a soldier, gave him the look of an outsider of the miltiary establishment. Josephine's insistance of silence on the matter, only sought to strenghten his suspicion that this was a man who better not hear their speculation. Not that he believed that name-dropping the Curse - who hadn't thought they'd been affected by the Curse since it was first made known world-wide? - could do any harm, but the impending 'talk' with the honourable Lord-Mayor made him keep his mouth shut.

Contrary to what the others might have thought of him and his motives, Haakon let out a sigh of relief as Lady Munn woke up from her state of whatever had happened. And it didn't pass him that it wasn't thanks to the medical expert's work that she awoke, quite contrary to what the Lord-Mayor had seemingly preferred, and the sigh mixed itself with a small smile one might confuse with relief. In fact, it might be the source of a good joke, if Haakon had been allowed to actually write. As Vera almost fell again and clearly needed help, the smile faded, replaced by a thoughtfull look. And while Josephine opened converstation with the honourable Lord-Mayor in an effort to apologize - which Haakon saw as noble, but highly unnecessary since he had difficulty in seeing what harm it had done -, Haakon let his gaze fall down to a speck of dirt lying just in front of his feet. He wasn't going to say anything, because it would surely fall under some obscure part of the agreement. Perhaps if he kept his mouth fully shut and simply looked remorseful, it would help.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

---

---

Alexander Polawski

---

Location: Heading south towards the smoke

---

---

The sounds of dripping water continued to fill the void left by humanities slow but brutal demise, as well as the unknown gurgling that kept Alexander moving forward. As he looked at the abandoned houses lined up, he wondered how long they could remain standing. They looked run-down, yes, but still a certain charm ran over them as the water dripped off. Then again, the area didn't look easily defendable; too much open space and not enough to build a quick defence out of. One would either have to demolish the houses for building material, or bring in the resources, both which took time, manpower and skill.

Not that he would be staying long, he was only after the source of the gurgling after all. It didn't take long for him to find it. The backyard of one of the houses revealed a partially concealed well, hidden beneath the now melting snow. Alexander, still holding his fire axe ready to strike if needed, made his way close enough to the well to see what was there. And lo and behold, it was a Walker. Frozen in the ice, only its head and upper jaw giving away its position. Alexander chuckled quietly as he took in the sight, not even feeling sorry for the frozen, rotten popsticle. He looked around him, though that Walker seemed to be alone.

He sighed, and walked once again southward towards the smoke. He had no reason to take out that Walker, it wouldn't do anyone who knew their shit any harm. Besides, the water was contaminated with whatever virus the Undead bore, so drinking from the well was stupid anyway. The thought reminded him of his lack of eating that morning, but he wasn't hungry enough to open his spam. But as he continued to head south, he did scoop up some snow into his palm and but it into his mouth. In time it would melt, and he wouldn't be that thirsty anymore.

That was to say, if he survived long enough for it to melt.

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

@BeeWhich is almost one forth of the world, and could be anywhere.

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

Haakon J. Elvsgaard

---

Location:Qasr El Nil Barracks

---

"Indeed, dear Jo. Indeed I'm thinking."

Haakon had by now resolved to observe the situation unfold itself, silently standing aside and making sure he wasn't standing in anyone's way. Perhaps he could have grown content with the Lord-Major's wish to keep Vera untouched until a doctor arrived, although he silently questioned his easily acceptence of the smelling salt again brought up the prospect of Reginald wishing to keep specifically Haakon from his niece. This, alongside other thoughts and ideas that gave him his thoughtfull look and Josephine's attention.

"Alhough the idea of the Curse is intruiging, I'm leaning towards your first point. For everyone's sake, we need to find out what's happening to not just her, but us all. Perhaps we should direct our inquiry at Mr. Drake, after I've had a friendly chat with the honourable Lord-Major?" Haakon spoke calmly and quietly back to his American friend, his gaze leaving Vera's still unmoving body to look at Josephine only for a moment. He would have loved to speculate and theorize what the heck was actually going on, but the constant reminders of his signatured silence made him careful of what he could and could not speak of. Especially now that he had to be interrogated by the elder Keystone. Yes, he was sure it wouldn't be a friendly chat.

"But before I forget, the dream. I saw you in it, like Miss Ridgeway saw the others. Did you see me there, standing in that river of blood, Jo?"

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

I'll have a post up within today too.