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

@Lady Amalthea What can I say? I'm trying to prove I'm not just the newbie in the group, haha!

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

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Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location:The Egyptian Museum

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"Well whatever this was, I promise you that no harm shall come to you Miss." Mahendra said assuringly to Lauren, just feeling a sense of relief that she wasn't actually hurt or harmed in any physical way, though her panic made him concerned of what actually had spooked her outside of the office. He turned to look at Peter as he explained the circumstances. Curious, but still explainable; women tended not to cope with the horrors of war as well as men, gentle creatures as they were.

"No need to thank me, Miss Ridgeway. It is quite allri…" Mahendra had began to say, halfway speaking to Lauren while he took a few steps towards the man coming in through the door. If it was a fellow soldier from The War, Mahendra was ready to greet him like a proper soldier, regardless of his wounds or crippled appearance. But once his eye set on George's eyes…no, one eye while the other remained as still as a snakes' hypnotic stare right before it unleashed its deadly fangs, he couldn't push out the remaining words. And for that matter, his whole body stiffened up. What in the name of Vishnu was this man? No, this was the work of Yama, punishing him for whatever evil deeds Mahendra had done in good faith. What else could it be?

He remained standing stiff as a board for a few more seconds, simply staring terrified at George and struggling to finish his words, before he slowly began to lean backwards. Further and further, until his body couldn't keep itself standing. With a loud thud, the Bengali fell hard on his back, fainted.

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

@T RisketAnd seen as I've neglected to actually reply to you, I can't say anything other than that I'm happy to see you back and writing here again.

Darn exams...and other distracting RPs...

WW2 Aviation and Dogfighting RP

@WestWallYay for the Allies! V for Victory!

As for the China-theatre, Amercicans voulenteered to travel to China and create a Chinese air force due to a lack of Chinese pilots. They went there first as adviors back in 1937, but eventually they too were putting up a fight against the Japanese. They were called the 'Flying Tigers', but were absorded into the regular armed forces by 1942. Just if you wanted to know.

WW2 Aviation and Dogfighting RP

@kingkonradDid you Norwegian? :D

I can vouch for all those ideas, if not pulling in a few more ideas into the fray; American/foreign fighter pilots fighting in China against the Japanese; Flying Tigers if I'm not wrong. Then again we have British and Commonwealth fighting over Burma or last defense of Singapore?

And just to be crazy, who says we can't have all? Why not have go from theatre to theatre as the war progresses?

WW2 Aviation and Dogfighting RP

Sounds interesting and promising, count me interested!

@WestWallAs for not playing Nazis, I personally can't say I have much issue with it playing Nazis as long as we don't glorify them. But I will be more than happy to be of the Good Ol' Allies. Perhaps a Polish fighter pilot unless this guy @kingkonrad steals that role :P

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

George slowly turned his head towards Thom, giving him a look of 'Have you lost your God damned mind?!' at the suggestion of Liberty driving. It didn't matter if Liberty was halfway dead or the Queen Herself!...okay, perhaps if she had been The Queen or a queen, like he had done with that princess, but that was beside the point! If she was the one who had compromised herself in the tower, why should she deserve to drive one of the best cars ever produced in that country?

Clearly it was because they were on the same side, for Lancaster unbuckled himself from the driver's seat and opened the door for Liberty to get in. He himself got into the passanger seat. No way he was taking the bagage hold, not again. "Get in, there's no time to lose. But you owe me, both of you."

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

The Heavy

Level: 1
Day/Time: Day 3 - Morning
Location: Platform City Subway
Tag: @Majoras End@Tenma Tendo@Lugubrious

The Heavy was not entirely sure what to make of the small group of people - and large people considering the tall man with a funny accent and a pompous, bourgeiosie look about him - as the Russian man listened to each of them greeting and answering him on his important question. The first one, a young boy with a foreign name told him that he was no spy. Heavy looked at him, blinking a little, before deciding it was a good enough answer. He didn't sound like a spy. "Good to meet you, Akira Joker."

The small child too told him she was no spy, and that her name was Six. While Heavy was neither bright not adept at sign language, he had grown accustomed to interpreting cryptic language by the Pyro and…its way of speaking. "It is nice to meet you too, little Six." Heavy's voice was surprisingly soft for what one might have imagined of the Russian brute, but he had a soft heart for children after all, amongst others.

At least it was the man called Slayer, who Heavy understood was meant to be their leader. Which was a surprisingly new notion for him. Sure he had been in countless battles and fought alongside his RED comrades, but he had never really been lead. Everyone just sort of…did whatever they wanted and either won or died. Heavy's suspicion of Slayer wasn't improved by his way of talking about spies. The Heavy's thick, cartoonish brow was raised at his uncanny logic, though he himself didn't understand much of it; he was just confused. But Slayer seemed smart, unlike those BLU spies…so he lowered his brow and gave Slayer a polite smile. "Yes you can, Slayer. But I don't see how you are bald, comrade…"

Yeah, Heavy wasn't the brighest fork in the shelf.

The interiour of the train was just as looming as the outside had been, not least due to the various monsters occupying it. Monster The Heavy had heard his baboosha tell him in fairytales and stories from his youth, almost as scary as Robots. But between the PA giving them more information and the group settling in a booth, Heavy didn't see any, so he still felt safe. The seats might not have felt so safe, as an audible creaking came from underneath the spot he sat down in. He had let Six get a seat before him so that he himself could have his feet halfway under the table, halfway in the corridor due to his size.

Luigi? Brother of Mario, the Legends of Nintendo? Heavy was just as curious as to what had happened to the red plumber, though it wouldn't seem that the time to speak of such was right. Instead Slayer voiced his wish for a syno…synops…something about their abilities and themselves, before promptly speaking far and wide about himself. Just like Heavy thought, he sounded like a bourgieose, but the mention of a 'fight-club' and 'brute force' made him smile. Perhaps the man with a funny accent was a fighter after all?

Akira continued their little presentation with himself. Thieves, treasures, crimes, it made him sound like a detective from a book. Heavy wasn't entirely impressed with what Akira said, but when he took on the mask, he was staring in amazement at the now changed man sitting next to Six as fire changed his appearance. Okay, he was more than just a Spy, which was good. Akira finished talking about him and his abilities, and finally looked at Heavy as if he was to speak.

Oh wait, he was supposed to speak.

Heavy took a deep breath in and out, resting one arm on the table with a loud thud and letting his other arm fall to his side. He had been asked before for his story and abilities actually, but this time he wasn't looking into a camera. "I am Heavy, as you already know my comrades. I come from Soviet Union, as far east as you can get, where my family lives. I work as a mercenary for Reliable Excavation Demolition, paying for my family expenses, but now I am here, like you too are." The Heavy sniffed as a brief sense of home-sickness brushed against his massive heart, before he focused on the little small-talk they where having. "And this…"

Another loud thud could be heard from just beneath the table as Heavy pulled a massive minigun into sight for the others to see. "…this is my weapon. Her name is Sasha, and is enough to stop any man…and Robot. Akira, Six, you two stay behind me and I will protect you." Heavy's words were sincere. They were allies now, and he would protect them as best he could if it meant getting the job done. Slayer looked as if he could take care of himself, so he refrained from including him in that offer. "And also, I have this." Heavy continued, pulling out a large, ham sandwich from his pocket. It was almost as big as his hand, which said a lot, probably big enough to fill both Akira and Six. The Heavy, smilingly began to eat at the sandwich with loud chewing noises coming from the giant, before he continued: "If you are hurt, this will help."

With the sandwich consumed and introduction made, Heavy looked down at Six sitting between him and Akira, waiting for her do her thing as well.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location:The Meeting

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Should he do something? Thalia had told him, or rather ordered him to stay in the tank while she took care of business. But should he go forth and help them? If it was just one Walker, then he was probably not needed there, especially not to add more strange faces to an already odd meeting of fate. Then again, Lola had earlier gone against everything Thalia had said and meant; considering he was starting to feel a nutty as the Kiwi, perhaps it wouldn't be a bad move?

That however meant abandoning their only ride out of that sticky situation, and especially Alexander giving up on an excellent piece of cover. It still didn't feel like he had been spotted by the strangers and their leader 'Spotted Dick', so that would be a bad move tactically. Now if he had been a tankman back in the Army…

Alexander dried the tears still coming down his cheeks, carefully looking as Thalia finally took down the Walker dressed up as…something; Alex had never really payed too much attention in history after all. He watched silently as Thalia went to pick up…a shield from the corpse, and more so as spoke with the strangers. But he remained in the tank. They looked like they had taken care of themselves, and that was his deal. Well, his deal with himself at least.

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

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Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location:The Egyptian Museum

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Mahendra wasn't sure what he had expect, but what he did see as he peered past Mr. Kohn and into the office was more than that to say the least. A group of four women was assembled in the office belonging to the woman called Vera Munn, his new superior so to speak. Alongside her were the three others; a rather pale-looking woman of frail appearance, yet some high intelligence lurking in her eyes if he wasn't wrong; a fair lady called Ridgeway, and the woman named Neema.

Of all the woman present, Vera seemed to be the one least cheerful about his presence in their company. Mahendra couldn't help feel an old familiar sense of predidjuce coming from the woman, her sighs and heavy breaths giving away her annoyance. Why? It couldn't be because he was Bengali, or 'Indian' as the white man called him?

Her annoyance didn't stop her from giving him a task to do at least. He was to escort Miss Ridgeway and Neema down to the archives in search of some lost tiles. The Bengali smiled to Vera, trying to not let her annoyed demenour get to him. The bigger problem was that he had no idea were the archive was. Luckily that problem lasted for as long as a liars life in Nirvana when Neema, taking hold of his arm, offered to show the way for him on account of her long life in the museum. "That would be most kind of you dear. But I'll be sure to remember for next time."

Before Mahendra could get moving however, two things of interest happened: firstly the door was knocked upon and revealed a man calling for Vera. The second was Miss Ridgeway walked past said man and out of the office, just to have her return with a loud call for help and incomprehendable words. Mahendra broke free from Neema's captive arms and halfway ran to Laura. "Miss Ridgeway, are you okay? What happened?"