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9 mos ago
Current Alternatively - and now, hear me out - one could avoid looking up photos of such eldritch horrors ... maybe?
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10 mos ago
Back for my bi-yearly visit. Now where did I leave that thingy-ma-jig? Anyone seen that mish-masher? I think it looks like motivation or something!
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3 yrs ago
I now identify as a Master Procrastinator. Thank you all, and good night.
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3 yrs ago
New medical term: Dizzy mummy (condition of patient when world is spinning and only treatment is confinement to bed). I hate being sick...
3 yrs ago
@Vampiretwilight: Funny indeed. Now to make it into a roleplay here...let the madness and sassy Narrator commence.
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Will post within a few hours, just need to mentally prepare myself for a slow and painfull death inside the prison...
@Fish of OblivionNow that does sound really interesting! I'd be sure to read it if it was available somewhere :D But between the two of us, what was your conclusions in short?
Haakon J. Elvsgaard




Location:Qasr El Nil Barracks -> Following Escort To Prison



"I know, Jo, I don't like it either. What we did was right, perhaps unorthodox but still right, so I hope they'll believe us. And you don't need to remind me of that. It would seem the whole universe judges me for serving a free press, so I'll keep to the case. But I fear your fame won't help you, unless the local police have gained a fancy for American films. Be careful." Haakon whispered back as they walked towards their destiny, whatever it may have brought.

The vehicle that was their transport, was something Haakon had been witness to before. Back home they called it "Svartemarja", though it looked awfully similar. He had time and time again seen and reported on those who were dragged into the back of those trucks; both blood-colded killers and innocent youngsters had their shame fulfilled by being transported in it, regardless if they were guilty or not. That, alongside the filthy smell that accompanied it, made Haakon shudder ever so slightly. He looked at the man who had opened the doors for them, gave him a polite nod, and climbed into the back before reaching out a hand to Josephine. This was wrong on so many levels, but it was very little that either of them could do about it. Right then, Haakon hoped that he and Josephine had taken their sorrows to early, and that the Corporal would make a difference for the best.

God help them all.


Alexander Polawski



Location: North Of Newnan (Veterans Memorial Park - Corner of Temple Ave. & Jackson St.)




"You're not wrong about that. I have seen some shit through my life." Alexander remainded standing as the conversation continued, preferring to warm them up a bit before attempting to sit down. He had tried that before, and now knew better. The change of, well, everything was welcomed by him; the talking, the warm grill in front of him, the sense of normality, it was nice. Even what Thalia said about an old man she knew was better than the previous weeks of his existance. "Sounds like a man I'd want by my side, especially now. I hope I can live up to his fame." He said with a smile to Thalia, rubbing his hands together as the numbness slowly withdrew from them, leaving the pain than came with the warmth.

Lola's answer wasn't exactly what Alexander had expected. To be frank, it was a bit over the top with how good the tank was, and he doubted half of what she said. The other half was true enough, Alexander knew, but still sounded wacky by the way Lola said it. What Thalia had said was true, she was indeed an aquired taste. Still, she was commanding a noteworthy, armoured vehicle, and that was quite the feat in itself. "As long as you keep clear of any T-54's, I think you and your baby will live long and happily."

Alexander felt a glimpse of disappointment at their answers in regards to the smoke, though Lola's was the one he took most note of. She wasn't interested? As Lola tossed a small packed to him, which turned out to be instant coffee, he looked at the smoke again from where he was standing on the tank, before looking back at Lola and Thalia. "Thanks for the coffee. Do you have cup to spare?" He asked them, noting how Lola emptied her whole cup of something and how she ate. She reminded him of the soldiers who stopped caring about etiquette after months in the jungle. All things considered, he couldn't blame her.

"If you ask me, I think it's people. It's not a rouge fire, too many small ones for that, I think." Alexander said to Thalia, really hoping what he himsef claimed was true. Sure two new people and a tank was good news, but safety also came in larger numbers. As long as those people were on your side, which he hoped. Then he turned to Lola, eating what he could only presume looked like mac 'n cheese. "What do you mean by not heading south-west? Anything down there worth avoiding? Like the gunshot from earlier today?"
@SigurdA group of random 'pious' men discussing the occult and events of a murder in a church? I love it!
@RBYDarkIt's always a very good start to be alive, that's for sure! :D But seriously :c

@SigurdIf I remember correctly (and please do correct me if I'm wrong, folks), Emil went with the university to the Arkham Sanitarium after having witnessed a professor kill himself AND breaking into his office alongside ANOTHER professor named Arthur Steiner. In the sanitarium (Madhouse, let's me honest), he and Professor Dupree met Faye Desdemona (the unknown and psychic woman who's appeared in all our characters dreams). She told them to find a city beside and beneath the sea, and alongside Arthur Steiner they made their way BACK to the deceased professor's office to find any clues (Yeah, they're going to Innsmouth, SPOILER). They were interrupted by the arrival of the special agent Lichfield and the dynamic duo of an Irish mechanic and a midwestern(?) police officer.

Was that all?

@Fish of OblivionYou can't complain about that (except the pain, toil, tears and sweat you sacrificed to ur human overlords). What did you write about actually?
@Fish of OblivionAwesomesauce! Congrats, if that means you did very well (which I hope) :D And not much has happened since you posted last, so no worries.

How's everyone else doing as well? Alive and well?
@Fish of OblivionCongratulations, how's it going then? It is, at least I hope. I for certain will do what I can to bring it back. That would be great, take your time to read and write. I'll do the same and get my thoughts around where we're going from now.
@Lady Amalthea

Edited now. Though I can't promise that Alexander will get it right.
Haakon J. Elvsgaard




Location:Qasr El Nil Barracks



He had to give it to the Lord Major, he was not treating them as bad as Haakon previously had thought. Okay, he had been rather overwhelming and patronizing towards them before, threatening them with the hard punishment of the British Empire and Army and generally just annoying Haakon; But in light of recent revelations, he was slowly starting to understand the reasoning behind it, especially as they were now being sent to prison. Hopefully only for the briefest of a moment, could you imagine if they were actually imprisoned?

Alas, the friendly gesture of Reginald to allow them transport and armed escort was swiftly declined by the prison's representative, stating that Josephine and he would take the prison's car. Haakon silently listened to the exchange, sure that these matters were already settled, and the persuasive talk of a foreign journalist probably wouldn't help too much. He looked from the representative and over to the Lord-Major, before resting his eyes on Josephine and offering his arm for her to grab. "Shall we, Jo? Thank you again, Sir Lord-Major, we'll be back shortly."
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