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Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Bentley

Level: 1
Day/Time: Day 3 - Morning
Location: The Save Point
Tag: @Majoras End@Guardian Angel Haruki@Holy Soldier@DracoLunaris
Experience: ////////// (0/10)

Now Taric was getting the idea: the massive man with a pompous sense of fashion offered to lower down a few out the window in order to establish various vantage points. Yes, that could work, especially when Shantae had...done whatever she had, most likely some sort of magic that existed in her universe and made her way outside. Now, if only they could get someone else outside, someone suitable for the job.

James was having none of it, making his objections loud and clear as he did something Bentley never, ever had heard in his whole life; he sweared. Well not something really bad, but it was still harsher than any cursewords they had around where Bentely was from. The green turtle rolled his wheelchair around to face the Guardian, clearly taken back by the fact that he was being told what plan HE was to follow, not one he made himself!

"...why do things never go 100 % according to plan? What are the mathematically odds?" Bentley questioned himself quietly, deciding not to push the issue against James who clearly was not having any of their spying.

Bentely, now left with his new crew minus James and Shantae, noticed Sparx flying to the window Taric had already opened, speaking to them. "Well if we're waiting, might as well take the time to do what little recon we can do from up here." Bentley said as he rolled the wheelchair over to said window, scootching in beside Taric and activating one of his many gadgets: The Binocucom - a magnificent piece of engineering that combined bincoulars and communications. The device that looked like a fancy, high-tech pair of binoculars, popped out of Bentley's arm-rest and extended in front of his eyes. "Hey Charger! If you have a comm-link like James said, I can connect my Binocucom to your communications. More means of communications are always better, right?" Bentley said to Charger, the floating robot with what appeared to be a highly advanced A.I. with a personality-module. Oh yes, he was going to ask James persmission to check Charger if he could.

Bentley witnessed pretty much the same scene as Sparx: the hooded figure jumped, leaped and sprinted further and further away from them. "Sparx is right, guys. He's getting away! We got to do some..." Bentley added to Sparx comment, before he his in peripheral vision saw something else. He slowly looked upwards through the window, even sticking his head out further and further to see what it was. "...Guys? You wouldn't happen to know where there is a massive airship just floating above the city?"

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

Haakon J. Elvsgaard & Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location: The Museum
Skills: None

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Haakon continued to stand halfway on the side and out of the way of the conversations that was taking place. He felt awkward in this position, even though this had hardly been the first time someone had ignored what he only presumed they viewed as a nosy reporter. Still, the fact that even Jospehine apparently had better things set sight on made him stand there, looking at the various characters that now inhabited the reception. They were indeed a rag-tag group of people, like he had already thought so many times before that day and the day before.

"Hello, Miss Ridgeway. Like you said; Again." Haakon said, adding a chuckle at the end of his words in hopes of making his prior awkward disposition less awkward. At least Lauren had had the kind heart to acknowledge his existence. Haakon looked back at Josephine as she too looked at him with a certain look. A knowing look. It wasn't hard for the reporter to comprehend what was going on in that mind behind those dashing, brown eyes. Haakon watched her walk past him, looked back at Akhmed, and returned back to where the conversation was at.

"A fine choice of career indeed, Sir, a fine choice. Perhaps I would have had the honour of attending myself, but rocks and landscapes appear to have become my path in this life. Perhaps in another one?" Mahendra's smile widened genuinely at the Lord Major's approval of his military service, which meant a lot from a man of such rank as the older and wiser Englishman. He had indeed heard of Woolwich, but with the lack of information of British education, Oxford was really the only choice for a man of the Subcontinent.

Mahendra had very much wished to give the Lord Major a satisfactory answer to his inquest, but the more he thought about it as he tried to form words in his mouth, the terrible sight of George reappeared before his eyes. Hopefully it didn't look as if the Bengali had seen a ghost, but inside him, he felt a sense of dread as he couldn't find the answer. "I'm afraid I cannot say for certain, Sir Lord Major. There was many subjects mentioned in her office, and...let us just say, if I may, that I was not one of the fortunate ones to be observant to that question."

The Terror - A Call of Cthulhu One-shot

@Scarescrow@Rice Porridge@RBYDark@Sigurd Important message! I have not left the idea of this RP, I've just been really really busy these days. But I am still planning to do this thing! So hold on, and prepare for further information soon!

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location:The Truck
Skills:N/A

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Baseball? Of all the things that could have been added to the conversation was if they played baseball? Perhaps that was why he simply couldn't focus on the map Thalia handed him, or that Thalia referred to him as a 'grunt'. While Alexander's eyes glided across countless red-dotted lines of highways, interstates, country roads and god-forsaken roads of all types and shapes, the only thing his mind managed to process through it's ancient wires was why she called him 'a grunt'.

Why was this such an issue? Had he made it so obvious that he had spent time in the army? Did that mean they realized he had been in 'Nam back during the war and that he had...done things? They already called him 'Gramps', so his age was a dead give-away. But what else? He hadn't realized that his time alone had not only made him socially awkward, but also reckless in his phrasing. Would they ask him about his past, or was Thalia's question enough to distract them from the issue.

"...yeah, baseball..."

Another impact of a walker against the car brought Alex back. Like a deer in the head-lights, Alexander looked at them with wide eyes as if he hadn't heard what they said, before regaining his composure. "Played only a little in highschool. Hancock, either third or second baseman, can't remember." Alexander tried to answer as casually to Thalia's train-of-thought, just in time for Thana's need for directions. Oh yeah, he had the map. Looking back at the map, he tried in vain to look for where on Earth they actually were on the map. But the distractions had done their part already. "Ehm...right now I can't even find our position. For once I guess I'm more useful at sea. Less roads. What do you think?"

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

Haakon J. Elvsgaard & Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location: The Museum
Skills: None

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About to leave himself alongside Neema and Mahendra after Josephine seemed ready to depart, as well as caught up in the storm of star-strickenness of Akhmed the receptionist - for what else was he actually?-, Haakon had managed to completely miss the entrance of the honourable Lord Major Keystone upon the museum. Well, this was awkward, especially considering Josephine, Reginald and he had had a very special heart-to-heart not too long ago. Haakon tried to act surprised as he looked at the Lord Major, giving a polite not to the elderly military man.

"Lord Major, Sir. Oh I'm sorry, didn't realize it was you! The heat you know..." Haakon began, hoping to give him the benefit of the doubt in hopes of not appearing like what could be best described as 'an idiot'. But it didn't seem that the Lord Major was interested, as he turned his attention to the two other newcomers.

Mahendra had already began to walk, trying to ignore whatever nonsense-talk was taking place behind Neema and him. They hadn't gotten far when he heard his name being called out behind him. Not wrongly pronounced entirely, but still enough to make him turn around, alongside Neema's attention to them being pointed at. The man probably being directed towards the two of them, was easily recognized as a high-ranking British officer, very familiar to Mahendra, even if he had never met this man in person before. But unlike the looks he had recieved before, he couldn't help but feel a geniune positiveness aimed him. Especially when Lord Major Reginald Keystone addressed him as Vera's new assistant. It felt optimistic. Mahendra gave a polite nod to him, restraining himself from giving him a full military salute.

"The pleasure is mutual, Sir Lord Major. That is correct, Sir, I was given the position just today as a matter of fact. And I am looking forward to working for her. You are too kind, Sir, but yes, I am 'Oxford material'. Six years in study and work in Britain, and if I may so add, three year's service for King and Country." Mahendra said with a sense of pride to Reginald, not sure whether that was what he wanted to know. But in the presence of his superior's uncle, he wanted to make an good impression.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

The Heavy

Level: 2
Day/Time: Day 3 - Morning
Location: Doom Train ---> Boo's Castle
Tag: @Majoras End@Tenma Tendo@Lugubrious@Zarkun
Experience: //////////////////// (4/20)
Word count: 559

Heavy had clearly underestimated his enemy's ability to counter his bullish assault on Death Knight. His massive right fist, aimed at the head, instead was blocked by the Death Knight's armoured arm with a loud metallic clang, while Heavy's left hand was met with another hand. The two of them stood there in what felt like a stand-off, both trying to gain the upper hand by their pure strength. Darion even threw an almost admirable comment at Heavy, hadn't it been for the Russian Bear not wanting to join any kind of bourgoise, feudal society of the Undead. "And you make a good...good...dead'er man, Undead Knight!"

Darion's gut-punch wasn't a sort of pain Heavy couldn't withstand, but the Undead Knight punched out all of the air in his lungs. As the air escaped Heavy's mouth in a form of a bellowing "Aaagh!", Heavy's grip around Darion's shoulder loosened enough for the Death Knight to escape his fate as a new door mat, but not enough as to not get throw away. Heavy too fell on the ground, gasping for air as he stumbled back onto his feet. Even without breath, The Heavy was still very much angry and willing to fight.

It was perhaps good then that the P.A. sparked back to life, declaring the fight for over and their destination as arriving very soon. Heavy's fist, which had been raised in a old fashioned boxer's stance ready for a new fight, slowly lowered down to hanging by his side as Heavy gave a looked of a slight confusion at the remaining people around him. "We lose, but they do not win?" To him this all seemed like a so-called 'Stalemate', situation which the Russian fighter never enjoyed. At least not until Darion said that it was a good fight and his wish to have them teach his kind something, which to Heavy was good enough to make him say "Not usually my job, but...hehe"

A simple type, Heavy was indeed.

At least once he set eyes on the massive, squared building of what had been referred to as "Boo's Castle". To him it didn't look like any castle he'd seen or heard of before, but then again this was a very different world than his, so he could be wrong. What was certain was that it was very big - like himself -, spooky - even if he wasn't scared -, and where they were headed next. The pumpkin-head man spoke briefly with them, clearly focusing on Slayer, giving them six hours to complete the mission. Heavy just smiled, looking from the building and onto Akira who agreed with him. "This will take little time. It usually never takes more than normal lunch break."

When Slayer asked if what shape they all were in, Heavy tried to feel if he felt more than normal pain. His legs: Check. Stomach: Check. Arms: Check. Head: ... Oh yes. Heavy rustled his hand around in his vaist pocket, pulled out something and holding out his palm for Slayer to see. "Nothing unusual, Comrade Slayer." Heavy said, leaving his teeth closed and showing what was a clear missing tooth in his jaw...and the tooth rested peacefully and bloody in his palm. Heavy looked at Akira, who appeared to be only scratched, before looking at little Six. "You all right, little friend Six?"

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location:The Truck
Skills: Route-planning/Navigation

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Oh that would be just their bloody great luck, if Thalia hadn't already jinxed it right now and given them plenty more assholes to stand in their way to their designated mission-area. Sure Walkers were a bad sight, when weren't they? But if they met more assholes of the Eden-type that he had heard about the past minutes, he couldn't think anything else than that they were in for a world of pain. And for a moment, Alexander questioned his decision to get in the truck instead of the Stuart. But then again they had the advantage of speed, and if they got to their DZ safely, the element of surprise.

Alexander looked back and forth at Thalia and Thana as the ladies spoke of a phenomenon he had seen since...well when he thought about it, probably never; of course he had heard of sink-holes and the like home in Chicago and around Illinois, but he had never actually seen any. His father had flatly refused to drive the then young Alexander out to one warned about on radio, and it wasn't until years later that he realized that people could die. So in the present, he couldn't fault the Navy Girl for being so cautious in said situation. Even if a stock-count was never a bad idea.

He was about to say something hopefully constructive, when the truck hit something Alexander only assumed was a human-sized thing, before promtly realizing the Dead was coming back to life - no pun intended - from the frosty winter. He only hoped that the car hadn't been secretly hit somewhere that would force them to walk even further. But anyhow, Alexander turned back to his hopefully contructive question: "Mind me taking a look on that map? Might get a better overview of where we can drive, if you don't already have the route set out. Gotten good with maps these past years, even if the map is worse then The Kinks."

The Terror - A Call of Cthulhu One-shot

@Rice PorridgeHowdy! This is still alive, just bidding my time for newcomers and trying to settle everything ready!

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

@Lady AmaltheaWhat can I say? I'm a heartless idiot who can't keep his time and just generally makes bad life-decisions...I'm sorry...

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

Haakon J. Elvsgaard & Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location: The Museum
Skills: None

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As the soaking-up to the American starlett continued, it was clear that Mahendra was enjoying less and less of it by the minute. The rolling eyes was now interchangeable with a deep-growing feeling of digust at the level of back-licking. Never in his life had he had to experience such sensationalism in person. And yet they had both agreed with help them in their search for whatever lay down in the archives, and with Neema seemingly okay with them down there, he wouldn't push the issue.

Yet. Who know when a snarky comment would, or could be made by the Bengali geologist? Was he capable of doing such a thing? Normally, no, but the combination of Josephine and Akhmed was especially troublesome. Mahendra looked at the duo, over at Haakon, and back to Neema. "Hmm...as long as they don't touch anything they're not supposed to, I guess the Curator wouldn't mind them following us"

Haakon on his part was more so eager to get going; being apart from the receptionist who was almost in love *cough* with Jo would be nice, as well as the part of making square the wrongs made in the eyes of their little "Fellowship". Haakon took off his fedora fully now, running his fingers through his -almost- newly washed hair and giving a positive smile to the new group of queer induviduals. Not neccecarly in a bad way,
just that he had never been in such a odd group of fellows, for a second time within the span of a day.

Then by all means, let's go. The sooner Lady Munn gets these...things that she requires, the better. After you, ladies." Haakon said to others, gesturing for Jo, Neema and Lauren to take the lead for several reasons. Partly because he did try to be a gentleman, but mostly because he had no idea where to go. Which frankly could apply for Mahendra, who was still new there. "Madam Neema, since you know the way?"