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🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: E11 -> E9 -> Entry
Skills: Pistol

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The plan Angel put fourth seemed reasonable enough, taking into account the larger number of Edenites in their way. She even got out her Bostonian twang for the occation. Alexander would have followed through said plan, remaining in the bushes before the road, hadn't it been for Thana Blue going on the offensive. And with 'offensive', he meant an all out assault with napalm and heavy artillery! Alexander could partly not believe what happening before his very eyes, but on the other hand, felt impressed by her military efficiency as she took out several charlies by herself.

Of course Thalia wouldn't like they they were a bit more straight-forward than her cautitous approach, and he couldn't blame her. But with Thana inside, there was the prospect of exposing her flanks and rear, and Alexander was having none of it. Not after saving her butt earlier. "So much for the element of surprise, Blue. Time to go fuck ourselves..." Alexander said to himself, once again doing what them grunts had been told a million times: Charge!

Alexander sprinted for his life across the road and towards some sense of cover near the wall of the main building. To his left he were two Edenites out on the road, exposed but a certain threat if they got to Thana. Alexander, still sprinting, through himself down to the dirt onto his stomach, doing what he had trained before: Get in cover, then return fire! Holding the Colt with both hands, he fired in quick succession a couple of rounds at the Edenites. Either he was lucky, he was using a good piece of American hardware, or he still hadn't lost his touch: the rounds connected, and the Edenites dropped either dead or dying on the asphalt. He, however, got back up on his feet and continued running. "...I'm gettin' too ol' for this...shit.."

It didn't take long for Alexander to find the entrance, and Thana with it. He, unlike her, didn't want to stay exposed out in the open, and took cover to her right. It was then that he saw it. The 7th level of Hell's carnage that decorated the building. It was disgusting, but for better or worse, Alexander had seen things very much like that, and didn't feel the urge to throw up. Not now at least. "Yuh asswipes are lucky to meet Him, for yuh ain't gonna like me!" He threw into the 'casual' conversation, feeling his former soldier-self come back. Young, rash and angry, for better or worse.

Saga of the Fall : Escape

Might cook up a character within the week ^^ Probably human, but we'll see!

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

Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location: The Museum - The Archives
Skills: Social Cameleon, Understanding of local Egyptian superstition

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Mahendra was not eager to hide away the possible piece of evidence they had just found, in that he understood it was the local police he was to hide it from. But instead of him making that case, Vera did as she and Neem argued about the matter before Neema promptly pulled up her skirt. Mahendra again looked away, but the attention given to Neema did eventually pull him in, giving him the sight of the mark on her. It sent shivers down his spine, as well as the scorpion on the red silk cloth.

Now without second thought, Mahendra took back the red silk and quickly tucked it underneath his shirt, hiding it from the police as they just came down into the archives. The scorpion in the Egyptian context was connected to Serket, goddess of such things as fertility, nature, medicine and more, which gave him even the more nagging feeling when connected with the possible murder of Haakon. If there was a connection at all, he could be wrong. Not that he told the police any of that.

As he was questioned, Mahendra put on a mask of politeness and cooperativeness, answering the questions as best he could without giving too much information - he presumed - they weren't supposed to know, like the red silk. Eventually they were done with him, and Mahendra thanked them back for their help. And then he followed Vera's suggestion, making his way up to her office alongside Lauren. "Except that...what we found downstairs is possibly connected to our reporter's death, I am certainly not sure." Mahendra said, holding the red silk with his hand underneath his shirt.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: E11
Skills: Radio operator

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For once Alexander was glad to hear the (half?)crazed voice of Lola the Kiwi answer him on the radio. Okay, perhaps more than once, but being in the middle of what in all fairness was a good ol' combat situation, the veteran wasn't keeping track. That wasn't his job, he wasn't a pencil-pusher of logistics wiz after all. He listened to what the TANK-lady responded back, sadly keeping his attention away from the mile-long stare of Thana as he pressed the transmitter once again. "Confirmed Kiwi, see you at the counter. Give them Hell! Mugs over and out." Alexander said before releasing his thumb from his beloved radio and putting it back into its rightful spot.

Then the thought hit him, on what Lola had opened with. Robin Williams, "Good Morning Vietnam", 1988. Okay movie, but that wasn't the point. The point was that she referenced it, which meant she knew; about him, where he was and what he possibly could have done...did she? No. The vet pushed the nagging thoughts aside, now that they had made their way south to just east of what had to be Eden's main complex, just in time to hear Thana say something about about a bad porno. Alexander, no stranger to random talk of...those things in the heat of battle, chose to ignore it. He was in no position to blame her, even if it was odd indeed...

Like the two T's, he too pulled out one of his pistols - this time the 1911 Colt and checked it. He did like the axe, but for what they were about to do, a pistol was better. The best would surely have been a Winchester 1912, M16 and a hand-grenade, or ever better; a flamethrower. But for now, he felt most comfortable with the Colt in his hand. He didn't say anything, just watched the battlefield in front of him and waited for the order to move.

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

Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location: The Museum - The Archives
Skills: None

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"Right, right...that would be as they say, 'Too easy', wouldn't it?" Mahendra threw into the conversation. It was probably true, things were never that easy. If there was - of which he was certain - any clues as to the identity of the person or persons unknown, it wouldn't be a identity card. Both in a litteral and figurative sense. And with Lauren's confirmation of the lack of clues, Mahendra too sighed, looking down at his feet.

Mahendra looked up once he heard the voice of his boss, Vera, questioning them on Lauren's whereabouts. He himself was about to answer as he looked up and pointed with his head, but Neema answered before him. In the meantime Lauren too answered and began her descent, forcing the Bengali to look away quickly; no peeking up at her...COUGH...undergarnments. He forced his sight away, but there he saw it. "But down here on the other hand..." Mahendra began, letting loose his grip of the ladder and beginning to walk.

There, peeking out from underneath the shelf, lay something about fifteen feet away. Mahendra couldn't see what exactly what it was, but as he walked closer, he could see its colour; Red. Red, like the blood of the slain Norwegian, or some other deeper meaning? Coming up to it, Mahendra crouched down and tried to get a better look at it, seeing that it was not only red. It was red and shiny as well. "What in the name of Asuras is this?"

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Bentley

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

This turn of events of a worse sight of a plan falling apart than when BOTH Sly and Murray got taken by The Countessa and imprisoned, both then and now leaving Bentley all alone on the second floor of that tavern. When Taric had burst out the front door of the establishment, Bentley watched with his jaw dropped as he ran off. Why didn't anyone stay behind to hear the end of a possible formulated plan?

Bentley looked back and forth from the window to the door, back to the window and the door, then to the airship, the castle, and the dimming light of Sparx. "...and once again the Turtle is left for last." Bentley sighed, retracting the Binocucom back into the wheelchair and wheeling himself to the door. Normally he would have gone about this carefully, but clearly time was of scarce, so he was left little choice. Quite quickly - and painfully he had to admit - Bentley rolled down the staircase, each successive step prompting an "Ouch!" or "That hurt!" from someone clearly not enjoying themselves.

Getting down to the main floor, Bentley rolled to the main exit while saying quickly "Thanksforthehospitalitygoodbye!" before exiting the Save Point. And finally on level ground, Bentley sped up. No rockets or fancy gizmos, just a raw, turtle-powered wheelchair wheeling down the dark streets towards what he only presumed was their next destination: The Castle.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: 22 - Corner of Tennis court --> Following the T's eastward
Skills: Radio operator, Navigation

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Alexander was an experienced...HAD been an experienced soldier, and hadn't expected a whole parade of congratulations on what he had just achived. There wasn't time for that back then, you just knew that there were fewer enemies to worry about and get on with the mission right away. So he felt a sense of pride, however short it lasted, when both T's accknowledged his work, both in their respective ways. To Thana he gave a responding nod, and to Thalia he gave a look of confusion, even if she had sort-of thanked him. "Jar...jar-ing?" he questioned with a whisper, still catching his breath as he looked back to Blue T.

He crouched down too at the explosion, surely coming from the TANK. Finally he got the signal he had waited for, and pulled up his radio with a smile on his face. He was glad to finally get contact with the TANK, and that the TANK was blowing up charlie for them. "Kiwi, Kiwi, this is Mugs. Come in, Kiwi, over." Alexander began his transmission, mentally going through the route Thalia suggested they follow before she herself began to move. Alexander stayed behind a few more moments. "We are O K. We are taking the long way 'round to the main objective's back, east-bound. Watch your fire on enemy's rear in a few Mikes. Do you copy, over?" Alexander continued his transmission, starting to follow Thana's path while crouched down, which was far from comfortable. He came closer to them and heard something be said, although he wasn't sure what. All he figured was they were moving away from main building to get around in a favourable insertion point. He himself wasn't sure, and didn't want to interrupt waiting for the TANK's response.

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

Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location: The Museum - The Archives
Skills: None

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At least there were two who believed in supernatural and mystic powers in this world. Mahendra was glad to have Neema on his side on this one, concerned that most people were starting to doubt the true nature of the world, perhaps even forget it. The Bengali assistant looked to Neema with an approving smile of relief. "Indeed. Science has began to explain many of the world's secrets, but far from everything. Some things can only be explained by a higher being, or many." Mahendra said to the older and wiser woman, before turning his attention upwards to Lauren again.

She had found something. She hadn't said what, but Mahendra presumed it had to disturbances in the dust up there, perhaps foot prints or the like. The nagging feeling returned to his stomach, telling him once again that not all was as it seemed, and the journalist had been victim of more than just pure coincedence. "Anything else to look for?" Mahendra repeated loudly back to Lauren, trying to think of anything useful. He tried to think of what someone else with a better intuition would look for, someone like...Sherlock Holmes? "Look for...look for where the crate that fell on our poor friend stood. Perhaps there is dust around where it was? I don't know...anything the man left?" Mahendra suggested to Lauren, looking as unsure as he sounded. He was a geologist, not a policeman!

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

The Heavy

Level: 2
Day/Time: Day 3 - Morning
Location: Boo's Castle
Tag: @Majoras End@Tenma Tendo@Lugubrious
Experience: //////////////////// (8/20)
Word count: 537

Heavy wasn't scared. NO, he wasn't, no matter who told you that or what they told you! He was just looking over his shoulder in-case any blue-bellied Spy came for his muscular and well-built back to arrange a date with a knife. But as Heavy kept looking from over his shoulder to the front, back over the shoulder and back to the front where Slayer and Joker were, the tiny cogs in his mind started turning; the light was changing. He was perhaps not too bright (no pun intended), but even he could notice that the light was by now centralized entirely around the small group of heroes, like someone shinig a stage-light on them. Except for the candles on the sides, that gave Heavy the bumps of geeze.

"Something is not right about this place, me think..."

With his back turned again as they entered the big room, Heavy almost tripped over Slayer and Joker as they had come to a stop, but the Russian brute managed to stay balanced thansk to the massive weight of Sasha alone. Now who said that a heavy weapon is bad? Stupid babies... "Comrade Slayer, why we stop..." Heavy began to ask, but stopped his question as his eyes lay on two things if significance; 1), there were ghosts before them and 2), a massive, endless pit of nothingness opened up before their feet.

The fact that Slayer apparently managed to frighten one of the ghosts with a fancy speech, meaning that the ghosts could be scared and thus probably could be killed...somehow...don't ask Heavy about death, ghosts and the intracat questions of life and death in the afterlife. What he did not enjoy was what the endless pit of nothingess most certainly meant for the group. And most importantly, himself. "...This is bad..."

Heavy looked as Slayer leaped forward onto one of the platforms, somehow suspended in mid-air without any supports, a feat of engineering that Engineer surely would love to see himself. And then Joker jumped the same distance, carrying Six on his back like a Babooska would carry a small child, or very tasty dumplings. That only left Heavy on that side...alone. Heavy looked down the endless hole, swallowing hard as he looked up at Slayer and Joker. "You promise to grab? I don't think Sandwich can fix me falling." Heavy said to Slayer, before taking a few steps back while he slung Sasha across his back. Then he took a few steps more, and a few more. He was going to need a long run-way to make that jump.

"Allright, here we go!" Heavy shouted, starting to run as fast as he could forward, which wasn't as impressive as the others' speed really. One heavy footstep after the other, he increased his speed, hopefully enough that he could live to fight another day. And then he jumped. He jumped like he had never done before, which was rare, slinging his arms forward trying to get as far as possible and to reach Slayer's arms. And just when he thought he was going to the Eternal Heaven of Sandwich, he felt something grab his hand. He was not dead yet!

"Hahaha! Slayer, you are credit to team!"

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: 22 - North of Tennis court --> Corner of Tennis court
Skills: Axe-fighting

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Alexander wasn't sure on whether Thana was ignoring his request to a radio-check with the other team, either as a "No" or that he was stupid for asking, or if he had simply whispered the request all too quietly for her to actually hear it. He could see all three possibilities as reasonable, because he was already used to being told to shut up and listen way back when he had a field-radio strapped on his sorry back. As he followed a little ways behind Thana, slower and slower for every step, he pulled out his radio and considered doing it anyway. Informing the Kiwi that they were heading...somewhere could help them not get shot at by the TANK. Then again, who knew if they were being listened to?

When Alexander looked up from his radio, Thana was gone. Not totally gone, just a fair distance in front of him across some open ground between the trees. Typical, he was lagging behind. But as he put away his radio again, he looked up to catch sight of bad news; two Edenites, looking as if they were on their way towards his two T's. "...Shit..." Alexander swore under his breath. He had to act fast, but how? He held the Colt 1911 in his hand, ready to drop the charlies faster than a speeding MIG. But that was loud, perhaps loud enough to take attention away from the TANK and onto them, which was bad.

Alexander holstered his gun and swung the axe off his shoulder, gripping it tightly in his dirtied hands as he took a step towards the two charlies. In his head, he tried to be as quiet as a VC-guerrilla or Thalia herself, hoping to get the jump on them before they could spot him. The element of surprise, use it wi...

If either of the T's had been there, the vet was certain they would have collectively shoved their faces into their palms in despair. Not only did he step on a branch, but the biggest and loudest branch in a ten-mile radius, easily catching the attention of the Edenites. He couldn't hear if or what they said or shouted, being too busy hearing Sergeant Jackson tell him he was "...a piece of useless Yankee city trash who was going to get us all killed!" in his head. The element of surprise was gone, but the Edenites remained. So Alexander did the only thing a reasonable and good grunt would do.

He charged.

Holding his axe above is head, the vet rushed out from the trees towards the Edenite furthest west. It could have been either a comedic sight seeing the old man running with an axe over his head like a looney forester, or quite frightening as he was running straight for a kill. Alexander, not having time to think of the bullets that would certainly fly in his general direction, ran as fast as he could and swung the axe as hard as he could down at the one Edenite the last second. The first strike cleaved the axe head into the right shoulder, possibly disconnecting the shoulder bones from the arm and tendons. The Edenite screamed in pain as the vet came in for another strike, driving the axe into the side of his stomach and forcing the man to the ground, before Alexander planted the last blow straight to his head.

Alexander looked from the first Edenite and up to the other, perhaps shocked by the whole scene with Alexander holding an bloody axe in his hands, stuck in the poor man's head. The vet, not done yet, tried to pull the axe out of the first Edenites head to strike at the other one. But the blood made it slippery, and when he initially pulled it, it slipped out of his hands and flew away. Straight forward. Into the Edenite's face. The two stood at a stand-off for a few seconds, before the Edenite slumped forward dead. If he wasn't dead, it sure as hell had to be painful. Alexander slowly comprehended what had just happened, and was unsure of whether he was impressed by it, or frightened. But with no time to dwell on the present, the vet pulled the axe out of the Edenite's face, quickly brushed some of the blood off the axe on their clothes, and beelined back to Thana and Thalia.

Breathing a little heavier again, he approached the treeline where he thought the T-duo were and croached down alongside them. "Want me...to call up...Kiwi now?" Alexander asked in-between his breathing, as the adrenaline from the small skirmish was starting to wear off.