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🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: Hallway leading to Lust
Skills: Pistol, Navigation, Radio Operator

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It was probably the military training and/or the traumatic experiences that kicked in to the old veteran. The unmistakable sound of singing probably helped with his memories coming back to him. Nothing said "'Ground combat in 'Nam" like a soldier singing his heart our over the sound of gunfire. Whatever it was, he was back in an environment that he knew how to handle, and grabbed the oppertunity for all it was. Alexander followed the Two T's lead as they pushed towards the enemy, keeping the pressure on them and taking charge of the battlefield. He began to move quickly to the left side, deciding to cover Thana's back as she headed into an hallway. And before him he saw another Edenite ready for the slaughter, about to come out of cover to fire at them. Alexander instinctivly raised the Colt, took aim and pulled the trigger.

CLICK

Shit! Alexander cursed below the fire aimed at him from his meant-to-be target, sprinting the last distance to cover. The gun had jammed, and of course at a terrible timing too. Things never were as easy as they seemed, were they? Edenite bullets buzzed beside Alexander, keeping him pinned down at the start of the hallway, luckily behind cover. "Okay...okay...don't panic, you got this." Alexander reminded himself, feeling familiar memories pass before his eyes of GI's fumbling desperatly with their rifles before getting torn to pieces. Rookie mistake; Learn your gun inside out, blind and with only one hand. Alexander had learned quickly, and survived.

Taking the oppertunity that the cover gave, the vet pulled up the radio and began transmitting to the other team. "Mugs here. We're pushing from the north-west. We hear you loud and clear, so watch your fire. Do you copy?" Alexander said quickly over the radio, before turning his attention back to his gun. It was nothing too bad, just a casing stuck. With a little quick effort, he got the casing free and his gun - hopefully - working again. Hearing Thana shout that the room was cleared, he gave a half smile and turned his attention back to the Grand Gallery. "Copy that, I got you covered!"

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

Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location: The Museum - Vera's office
Skills:Understanding of local Egyptian superstition

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Taking into consideration all that had happened within that narrow window of time, Mahendra could see the positive change of commencing said expedition as soon as possible. They probably needed that, all of them; some fresh (albit dry and sandy) air, a change of scenery and getting their mortal vessels moving again after having their mind in so much movement already. Mahendra still wasn't quite certain what their final destination or objective of said expedition was, but he certain he would learn it in any eventuality.

Mahendra did however notice -rather obviously- Neema pulling out the red cloth from his shirt, making him feeling rather embarresed before he actually heard what she said. So he was perhaps wrong in his first connection to the mytholgy of Egypt, but now the gears started to turn. "The Seperumu. Followers of Seth, the god of violence, disorder and desert, amongst other areas. You are very right, Neema, this is not a good sign. Not at all...So the journalist's fate was met with a malignent intent after all." Mahendra followed up, looking ever keenly at the red cloth with that scorpion on it. Indeed, this was bad.

He would perhaps have been trapped in a trance of curious facination, had it not been for the unnameable shrieking that pulled Mahendra back to this plane of existance. But as it turned out, it was a soldier who's vocal capabilities surely had the ability to frighten off any cavalry attack, even to the sturdiest of camels. Mahendra payed little attention to him as the Lord Major took charge, until he saw him lean up against pillar, as if something had suddenly weighed him down like a thousand fates. "Lord Major Sir, is there something wrong?"

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@NalloreWhat am I getting myself into xD

@GingerBoi123

Exactly what I asked myself when I joined, but now we're all crazy so it's okay!

But watch out for what your character does; You might end up with silly nicknames and the like :P

Saga of the Fall : Escape

@rivaanIf I may be honest, I'm not sure. It could work, but it would feel a bit empty just the three of us I think. But who knows, quantity isn't always quality!

🧚🏻‍♀️ 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.