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

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Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location: Street outside of Garden City -> Shepheard's Hotel
Skills: N/A

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As it didn't take long for Lauren to catch them a cab, Mahendra waited a short while before continuing to respond in the conversaton. It was Lauren who took her turn to ask what Mosi did for a living after all, and it would be rude to press a question twice, so Mahendra smiled gentlemanly to his two female companions and let them climb into the cab like ladies are supposed to, before climbing in as well and closing the door.

Inside the cab Mahendra felt his heart skip a bit, seeing the weapon Mosi had just pulled out on them. But it was just for show, as she explained it was the reason for her visit the museum, which made a lot more sense than what Mahendra's mind feared for a split second. So he resumed his calm demenour and looked at the weapon she was holding out. "It is a fine piece indeed. And I would be happy to see what you have sketched, as I a little bit of a sketcher myself." He said to Mosi as the cab started driving, and they were on their merry way to the Savoi.

Philly? Mahendra hadn't heard of such a place, if it even was a place. He had heard fellow students in England been called Phillip or Phil, so it could be a name. But he focused rather on her profession, which once again was a side of Lauren that surprised him. Such a sweet lady serving alcohol? The world was indeed a strange place. But she did give a soft smile on the issue, so how could he judge?
"While I can't say drinks is one of my preferable beverages, I guess it is an honest living. Perhaps a soft drink later?" He wasn't talking down on her profession, just trying to state his own preferances coming from a non-drinking culture.

The ride with the cab would probably not take too long to either of their hotels, seen as they hadn't been far away while staying in the Garden City. When it was their turn, Mahendra would pay for his part of the ride and wish Mosi a good night, before making his way back to his own room. It had been a long day already, full of surprises in the fullest sense of the word, and he welcomed the prospect of a good night's sleep. And he had little doubt that tomorrow too would be by no means any shorter of unexpected events.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location:Eden: Hallway outside Wrath
Skills: Pistol

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So that was how he was going to play that game, taking the man as a good old POW and making sure he didn't fuck over their situation. That was what Thana ordered him to do - Yes, ordered, like a true NCO who either didn't want to take care of the situation him/herself or couldn't -, and he was going to follow that order as best he could. Even if she had found yet another way to point out that Alexander was old.

"Roger that. Good luck." Alexander said back to Thana after her order and moving up at a reasonable pace towards their new prisoner of war. He looked quickly back at Thalia after her comment about being on 'bitch detail', not certain he understood what she really meant by it, though he could make an solid, educated guess on it. "Been through worse, but thanks. Be careful." He hoped they would be fine, finding a very brief moment to ask God, if He still existed and/or cared for their protection. But he soon was back on duty.

Alexander approached the man in the doorway, their new POW with the shotgun, his gun pointed at the man as he came into view. "You heard the lady; do anything stupid, and I'll have permission to make your day a whole lot worse than it already has. Now put the gun down on the ground SLOWLY, and come out here where I can see your clearly." Alexander hadn't used that voice in a long time, not since he had told some vandalizing teenagers to leave his store before he'd make them leave, or back during the war. It felt somewhat foreign to him, but yet it came naturally. He really hoped this wouldn't come back to bite them all in the ass later. "Holds your hands where I can see them, and don't try anything stupid, you hear? I'm in no mood for shooting prisoners. Now, who in the name of God are you, and what the Hell are you doing in this place if you ain't one of them?"

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: //////////////////// (10/20)
Word count: 734

With the first jump made sucessfully, without the loss of limbs or life, Heavy felt more and more certain that he was in fact NOT going to die from falling to his horrible death in an endless pit! It shouldn't normally have been possible for him to do such things, except without the assistance of Engineer's trusted teleporter. Perhaps in time his Texan-comrade would teach Heavy how to construct such machines? Or a simple bridge, which would take less time. Maybe. Maybe. But for now there was one person that Heavy thanked like no-other; Slayer, the bourgousie gentleman he had shown earlier doubts about. Perhaps he was worthy of a Russian bear-hug afterwards?

The team made their way across the pit slowly but surely, much to Heavy's relief that they were once again back on solid ground. The ghosts had been of no concern to him, simply staring them down and shouting "BOOOH!" at those that dared enact the fury of the Russian Bear! Comrade Slayer took care of those brave enough, but they seemed to be of little danger. It was odd, that this strange group of characters made such a good team. As odd and strange a team as one consisting of an Australian assassin with a pee-complex, a German doctor with dubious healing-machines and medical-licenses, an one-eyed Scottish cyclops that drank too much around his explosives...wait no, Heavy began to see that their little team of Comrades was just fine!

All was not fine however, as the other ghosts made their appearance. They were similar, but different, like an old saying Heavy had heard before. He didn't remember it, but it was probably very smart. These ghosts were purple instead of the normal white, and this surely meant that they were bigger and meaner that the white ghosts, because he had never heard of purple ghosts. The ghost that spoke didn't frighten him, especially not when he was surrounded by his very trustworthy comrades. And the fact that they were eager to get down and dirty as they said, Heavy welcomed. He hadn't fought since that small brawl on the train, and was eager to get some good killing back on the menu!

What did concern him was the wall of purple flames that spew forth towards them shortly afterwards. Normally flames were red, orange and yellow, even Heavy knew that. They taught that in the Soviet schools, basic colourization. But purple was not such a colour, which probably was bad. Very bad. Heavy raised his fists up in front of himself in reflex, hoping to not get too badly burned, which was always a painful experience. But the pain never came, as Slayer flawlessy countered the purple flames, before putting up a boxing-stance. If Slayer was ready to fight these ghosts bare-handed, well who was Heavy to be a lesser man?

Heavy also took up a boxing-stance, swinging his meaty fists back and forth as one would see professional boxers do. He was ready to strike at any tiny-itty-bitty baby ghosts who dared get close to him, but he couldn't help but see what their young comrade also did; the sound of tearing flesh was not a pleasent sound to hear, but he saw the beams of darkness shot towards their enemy. Dark beams...of darkness. It sounded like magic, magic which were like ghosts who too were magical...Was magic the way to fight magic? And how? Heavy didn't know any spells!

But what The Heavy Weapons Guy did know, was how to pretend, which certainly could seem like magic! Instead of holding his hands ready for boxing, Heavy lowered his hands down to each side of his hip, getting ready for something else; he waited for a second, taking mental aim on the ghost closest to him. In a quick movement, he appeared to pull an invisible revolver out of an invisible holster, pointing it at the ghost and shouting very loudly at it. "Pow! Haha!" There was no real gun, no real gunshot and no real holster. Heavy was merely mimicking drawing a gun and shooting the ghost, like a true American cowboy would. The thing was, however, that it could still be very deadly. Countless enemies had met their unseen demise at Heavy's make-believe Showdown. Imagination could be a deadly weapon in the right hands. Hopefully that included The Heavy, if the Ghost was affected by his imagination.

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

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Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location: Garden City --> Street outside of Garden City
Skills: N/A

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Mahendra did his best to respond to the various comments and farewells spoken as the most of the group was making and about to make their way out onto the streets. Giving Neema a appriciative smile and a bow, Mahendra accepted the small bag of food she offered everyone. It was a kind gesture on her part, and a good act done to a fellow being. Hopefully the Gods would look favourably upon her and her kindness. To Nora and Josephine he gave a polite farewell and bow, before making his way outside.

"Very well then, Lady Munn. Ten o'clock at the Barracks it is. Have a good night." Mahendra said to Vera just as she got into a car and drove off, not sure if he was quick enough after catching what Mosi said to him. Or rather, how she looked at him. He could see why she and Lauren welcomed the safe company on their way home, but the wide grin Mosi gave him was difficult to prosess. It was as if he had said something silly, or inapproriate. It slowly dawned on him what his words could have been interpreted, and a faint colour of red could be observed pass over his coloured face, before briefly passing away as he tried to behave appropriate. He was a married man after all, such adventures was not befitting of him! "Yes, getting you two home safely, certainly..."

With the new knowledge of where they were housed, and Lauren suggesting the trio taking a cab, Mahendra continued with his line of thought for getting home safe. "The Savoy? Then I suggest driving you home first, get you inside safely and then driving to the Shepheard's last. I live at that hotel too, Mosi." He suggested as he followed behind Lauren some distance, then turning back to Mosi with her question. "Oh yes, that was you. I think I remember. I was given a position there just earlier today, as a matter of fact! Lady Munn's new assistant." He said with a restrained pride. Never good to brag or show off, but this was still an achivement for him. "But may I so inquire how you found yourself at the museum earlier then?"

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location:Eden: Terrace, near stairs - Veranda, near hallway leading to Wrath.
Skills: Pistol, Navigation

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Alexander couldn't decide if Gavin was being heroic in his effort to take out another room filled with Edenites, which would make their position less exposed, or reckless for doing it without first attending to his injuries. Sure it could have been a mostly harmless gun-shot wound that would only become a major issue if infected or cause severe blood-loss, and they didn't have the luxuary of a medic in the squad with morphine, bandages and that glue-spray. For they had to keep moving and keep up the pressure on an enemy with superior numbers, but Alexander was still concerned that Gavin didn't even acknowledge his concern. That, and that it was the adrenaline alone keeping their cowboy alive. But he got the room cleared with the pleasent word of "Clear!", which meant that it was time to move.

Move, give covering-fire for the others to move, more under their covering-fire. Rinse and repeat, that was the Army way of doing it. It was Their way of doing it, and smart way. Alexander saw Navy T push up to the hallway to their left, probably west, and opening fire at someone. She was military, she knew what she was doing. Even if she was Navy. After Thalia joined behind Thana, Alexander moved up to them and held his pistol at the ready. And to his great surprise, they weren't getting shot at. The man...someone, whoever was taking cover down the hallway, had shouted that he wasn't one of them, pleading them not to shoot him. It was a nice change of pace, but Alexander had his doubts.

It was the oldest trick in the book. At least in the top-ten. Alexander had experienced it himself before; unknown Vietnamese man approaching them out on patrol, claiming to be either a peaceful peasent out in the jungle or a NVA/Viet-Cong deserter. While promising to cause them no harm, it was all a pretty convincing decoy while their position was getting surrounded. First time they were too naive, and second time they shot the man without second thought, but with regret for years to come.

Alexander wanted to believe whoever claimed to not be one of "Them", but the risk of it being a trick was very present in his mind. Probably was both T's too. As he stood behind Thana and Thalia, looking from the hallway and over to their rear in the south in case they might get flanked, he kept quiet waiting for Navy's lead. Like Thalia he could support either decision, even if he preferred the first and feared the latter.

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

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Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location: Garden City - Sitting room
Skills: N/A

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It was a pleasent breath of fresh air that no one objected to him sitting like he had preferred to do, well-placed and rooted on the floor. These people, he thought, he could enjoy spending more time alongside. He was probably going to do so either way, with all the earlier talk of an expedition coming very soon. For now the conversation between the three of them, Lauren, Mosi and himself about their places of origin was of high interest as well. Mahendra nodded approvingly back to Mosi, glad to see her interest in his homeland. And America sounded like an excotic place too, this strange place of mixed cultures, old and new, both familiar yet so very much alien.

Mahendra's attention was soon drawn towards Neema's food and story-telling, both figurativly drawing him further and further in with every bite. The food in itself was a delight to taste, even having the spicy sting that reminded him of his home. The food of his mother, and the food of his wife. What Neema told on the other hand, was far from comforting. Instead she once again spoke of Sepermu, Dermeie and ancient Egypt, all intertwined in words of gods and divine powers to create and controll an empire, and the fight for said control. What Neema had spoken of before, and what Mahendra knew in his mind from earlier, rang true again; these were not idle tales to take lightly. Not with the past deaths so recent in their minds.

At least he thought so, for his superior in Vera voiced her scepticism to Neema's words. Mahendra's own beliefs in the outer-worldy and mysterious made him see the reasoning in her words, but now as Vera's assistant, he felt it was better not to object to his superior. At least not until spoken. Which was perhaps best when Neema suggested the group turn in for the night. So did the others, and Mahendra pushed himself up from his seated position and stood up, giving each and everyone in the room a polite nod and smile. "I have to repeat Mosi, as it has been a pleasure to meet you all. Thank you very much for your hospitality and cooking, Neema. I hope tomorrow will smile fairer at us all, if the Gods so desire." Mahendra said to the group, before turning to Vera. "Is there a preferred time and place to which I shall gather at tomorrow, Lady Munn?" He asked her, knowing that he would have to and should do his best to assist her as her new assistant. Never too early to make a good impression. Which also made him turn at last to Lauren and Mosi. "May I accompany you two on the way home, ladies?"

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady Amalthea Cool, looking forward to it.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location:Eden: Terrace, near stairs - Pillar left of Gavin, second floor.
Skills: Pistol, Suppression Tactics

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"...No..."

When you got cocky, you make mistakes, and mistakes gets you killed. Alexander could feel the words physically grip the inside of his chest as he too heard Lola's singing stop, his words playing on repeat in-between the nagging feeling of knowing what must have just happened, but not wanting to believe it. Putting suppressive fire up those stairs was out of the picture. They had to go, and fast. Alexander wasn't far behind Thalia as she made her way up the stairs and taking out another Edenite. Hadn't it been for the cowboy shouting down to them and the lack of their Kiwi, this could have gone according to plan.

But nothing ever went according to plan.

Alexander saw her now as well, Lola; Laying on the ground, motionless, unlike the eccentric personality their beloved Kiwi had shown since the first moment he lay eyes on her. He hadn't expected her to be the first one going out. He had bet on himself, even for Lola's lack of sense of safety. But now...she was gone, there was no denying it. And with Thalia crouched over her friend in a moment of grief, he felt an immense sense of both sorrow and sympathy. He had been through this many times before, as surely everyone else had too. He'd seen countless friends, brothers in arms, team mates, all showing every sign of life only to have it taken away a split second later. NVA and Viet Cong, Walkers, raiders, the outcome was always the same. But they had no time for grieving, like Thalia called down stairs to him and the others. There was still a mission to complete. There was always a mission to complete.

The old vet rushed up the last steps of the stairs, making his way up to the second floor as he passed Beatrice, Gavin and Thalia. Turning right, he came out to an open area with a pair of pillars, and could just see what he thought was an Edenite behind one of the pillars. He had to take him out, before more of them ended up like Gavin, or else this was going to be a suicide-mission. Alexander threw his back against the other pillar, before turning around and firing at the Edenite. The Edenite proved a difficult target to hit however, taking cover behind that solid pillar. Thankfully it was not solid enough not to have chips of debris knocked off it, which probably either scared the Edenite or forced him to step away as to avoid getting hit. But he did get hit, as Alexander pulled the trigger of his Beretta again, sending another bullet flying towards the Edenite and hitting him just underneath the eye. One more hostile down, another floor to go.

Alexander pushed his back against the pillar again, looking down towards the stairs, calling back to the Gavin. "You okay, Cowboy? How bad is it?" In any combat situation, the 'military theorists' would have called this operation an overwhelming success with acceptable losses; Probably two dozen charlies taken down with just one K.I.A. and one wounded. But to Alexander, and probably everyone else, this was a tragedy.

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

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Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location: Garden City - Sitting room
Skills: N/A

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While Mahendra did take note of the conversation around Nora and her geometrical and/or mathematical symbols, he didn't enter it. Not as of yet at least, waiting for a better time to join in when he could perhaps add something fruitful. He was a geologist after all, not a mathematician. Although he did enjoy doing some doodling himself. But Mahendra focused on the other ladies in company, first Neema as she reentered sitting room, rolling in a cart with various pieces of food for the guests. At first sight it was the tea that caught his fancy, but a small piece of finger food that looked tasty.

Mahendra waited for a moment first though, turning his attention to Lauren as she offered him to come sit with them, and then Mosi who answered his question. She had giggled at his little, witty comment, and made him smile a bit more as he felt more and more comfortable around these women. It took him a brief moment of ignorance, trying to figure out what states Mosi referred to, before he remembered what America was sometimes called. "It would seem we might be on equal footing then, Mosi. I have never to 'The States', but perhaps one day. Perhaps you will visit India sometime later in your life?" Mahendra tried to strike up in conversation, waiting for his turn to serve himself with a cup of tea and a small piece of food.

But the Bengali didn't sit down on a couch or chair as Lauren offered, but instead decided to do something he felt more comfortable - and in extension, relaxing -, as Mahendra sat down on the floor. Of course he chose to sit on a carpet, if there were any, but it had been long since he sat like he was supposed to. And in such company that he felt fairly at ease with, and with a good cup of tea, he thought it a good change. Looking up at Lauren and Mosi, he gave a smile of innocence as he took a sip of his tea. "I hope you do not mind me indulging in my colonial ways, my ladies?"

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady AmaltheaOkay, thanks. No need to rush him in the coming few turns if that helps?