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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: //////////////////// (12/20)
Word count: 517

"Hahaha! You are no match for me, baby ghost!" Was Heavy's immediate respons to the unlucky ghost which went all "POOF" at his mighty, imaginary revolver and the others that questions what just happened. In truth he was surprised it worked, but said surprise was as brief as...as...something very brief, before the Heavy felt confident again in killing the spectrals. Stupid ghosts, they were truly no match for him and the rest of the team, who certainly would be able to squash them all like bugs in no ti... "What was that?" The Heavy did not notice the one flame that their Comrade Slayer failed to block, though in retrospect he couldn't be blamed. It was so tiny after all, even Heavy missed it, like tiny Scout back home. The purple flame found its mark in his left shoulder, first placing itself seemingly harmlessly on him. Heavy grinned, then laughed at the ghost. "You call that fire?"

And that was when it really started to burn. "Fire! Fire fire fire!" Heavy shouted out loudly in pain as the fire started to take its effect. It was burning, the purple flame was burning like normal fire, and it was painful. He was burning! Heavy started to panic a little, bashing the purple flame with his right hand as fast as he could in hopes of putting it out. "I'm burn!" If there was one thing that came close to frightening The Heavy Weapon's Guy, it was fire and the...thing that created said fire. And he was certain these ghost weren't the Pyro, so how were they creating fire? This was not making any sense for the sorry Russian! And yet their problems were not over.

The other three alive ghosts went for the others, to which their dear Comrade Slayer did his usual magic extravancas -whatever that meant- to vanish into thin air, or smoke, and created another series of purple fire, trying to protect Akira and Six. Which was good because Heavy, even for his brutish appearance, began to fear for their health. They were as small and tiny as Scout, who could be killed easily. "Take care of Joker and little Six, Comrade Slayer! I kill this one. I am coming for you!" Heavy shouted to the three others, clearly ready to face his ghost alone. How? He had no idea, especially not when a dagger came flying through the air towards the ghost attacking him. Heavy raised his fists to protect himself from the further purple fire, before taking a quick step back after the knife hit the ghost or not. He hoped the ghosts were vulnerable to one thing -besides magic of course; his weight. "Time to run, cowards! Heavy shouted once again, charging his ghost and jumping as hard as he could. If anything, he hoped to jump onto the ghost and crush it under his body. If that even worked. If not, perhaps it could be scared? "Eeeyaaah!"

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location:Eden: upper corner of hallway east of Fitness Doors, in front of Beatrice
Skills: Pistol, Suppression Tactics

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They weren't going to get out of that building alive, not without taking out every last one of the Edenites still littering the clubhouse like rats scurrying around the deep tunnels in the jungle. Every fiber and instinct in Alexander's soldierly mind ordered him to pull out of the engagement while they still had time. But both Thalia and Thana were right, to his and undoubtedly Beatrice's annoyance; they had to kill the Edenites, or else they would be at their mercy as soon as they went on the retreat. They didn't have the option of yelling "Broken Arrow!" over the radio and have the Huey's evac them. No, they had to stand the fight.

Alexander felt the world pass in slow motion. First the shots flew past him and hit Thalia and Beatrice, leaving him unharmed for the moment. It was like a bad dream, a nightmare, The Nightmare. Where he saw everyone around him getting gunned down by unseen NVA, VC and gun-wielding civilians, while he himself was left helpless in the middle. This was The Nightmare, his life on repeat like a broken record. And he was the broken record. No, they had to finish this before it came to get the better of them.

Another Edenite got taken down by Thana, but there were still more down the hallway. Alexander aimed the Beretta down at where he thought the Edenites were, quickly making his way in front of Beatrice to cover her. "Lighter?" Alexander began to say to Thana, getting ready to put down a much-needed supressive fire. "I think..." he continued in a disciplined voice of a soldier, before pulling the trigger.

BOOM

"Aaah! God damnit!" Alexander shouted out in pain as the pistol just blew up in his hands. No bullet exited the gun, possibly a misfire causing another bullet to go off inside. Bits of burning hot metal shot out everywhere, causing Alexander to drop the gun as he swore his hands felt like burning up. But it was too late already, as he looked down at his burned and gashed hands, both of them in pain. A lot of it. A familiar pain. "Fucking Gooks...Fucking gun...fucking everything...Judith..." Alexander said through his gritted teeth, pain forcing every word through. They were screwed, done goofed, fubar, everything.

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

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Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location: In the streets of Cairo --> Qasr El Nil Barracks (Front gates)
Skills: Social cameleon

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Mahendra was at first not certain if he should laugh alongside Mosi at what could have been a witty comment, or feel somewhat offended at whatever she was going at. The way she dismissed his talk with her hand, speaking of not being seen and telling him it best not to take her hand as they were to walk through Cairo; it was all strange. Very, very strange for a woman of what he presumed was her social standing. Then again she had shown her true colours earlier, and her reasoning for not accepting his hand was logical enough. Comical, but logical.

"Well you are right about that, dear Mosi. Food is meant to be eaten while seated, so this is one of my few expections. I'll do my best not to be 'too gentlemanly, if such thing is possible for a British subject, colonial or not." Mahendra said back as an answer to his American companion. She was indeed an odd fellow, if one could say such thing about a woman, but she light-hearted and fun he supposed. The Benagli smiled at her cheerful mood as they continued to walk, she spoke and he ate the falafel as best he could.

It was delicious.

"Then I do hope that you have a pleasent time with your friend. Perhaps you will find the time to visit the barracks afterwards, if the guards allow visitor inside?" That was a good question he posed. Would he himself be allowed entry? Had Vera told the responsible officer that she was expecting her assistant; a partly English-Bengali-dressed colonial with a thick accent who was educated in geology? He was given little time to answer that question, as Mosi continued. "A sheath? Yes, I suppose that is an integral part of the weapon. Wouldn't want to get cut by accident? Do tell if you find a sabre, would you? Perhaps being armed in these times isn't such a bad idea?"

Soon they had come to the time where Mosi's and Mahendra's paths seperated, for better or for worse. Mahendra, now mostly finished with the falafel, waved back after Mosi as she made her way off somewhere...somewhere he didn't know. He hadn't asked where exactly that place was or who her 'friend' was, but that would be rude regardless. "Have a good day you too, Mosi! I am certain our paths will cross again soon!" With Mosi gone, Mahendra finished the falafel -without getting his clothes and fingers dirtied up, mind you- and soon arrived at the gates of the Qasr El Nil Barracks of the British Army.

"Good morning. My name is Mahendra Huq Zalil, and I'm supposed to meet Lady Munn here at ten o'clock today. I am her new assistant at the Museum." Mahendra walked up to the front of the barracks and tried to make contact with the soldier most befitting the role of allowing civilians inside. As he asked for permission, Mahendra pulled out his wallet and took out his certificats. At least he could prove he was himself. Now he just hoped they would let him inside.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location:Eden: upper corner of hallway east of Fitness Doors
Skills: Pistol, Suppression Tactics

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Choose your battles wisely. That was a piece of advice that Alexander had tried to follow throughout his life, ever since it was first shoved up in his face by a red-faced drill sergeant hellbent on making the Chicago-teenager cry for his mother. And for all intents and purposes, it had been a good piece of advice. Even saved his and the squad's life a few times in the jungle, maybe. Knowing your comrades and your own capabilities was crucial in knowing if an engagement could be won or not. Same applied for an equally serious, but less deadly engagement with a woman you loved.

Alexander believed in both Thalia's and Beatrice's capabilities, though not equally. Thalia he'd seen take care of countless Walkers and Edenites since that very morning they met, all with the ease and determination of someone you could depend your life on. Even after her best friend had been gunned down in cold blood, she didn't stop. Perhaps it was because of just that immense emotional loss that she had gone off now to continue their mission, or that she was just that strong in the first place.

Beatrice he knew less about, but his belief in her was still strong. She had survived this far after all, and appeared to just as determined to go on ahead without them as Thalia had. Alexander looked back up at Beatrice as she told him she was going with Thalia, and gave a quick nod. "Alright, be careful." His eyes drifted back to Thana at her other comment, his head continuing the nodding from before. "I promise." He added as quietly as her, praying that it didn't need to come to that.

Choose your battles wisely. Know when you can or can't win. This time he feared they couldn't win. Alexander too heard the gunshot around the corner, and promptly got up on his feet just as Thana did. It was a miracle that she was standing, but then again the Navy were always stubborn like that. Alexander didn't take the time to say anyting to either Thana or Manny, and rushed around the corner. Words were pointless at this point, as he saw Beatrice having just been hit. Two dead and two wounded, the odds were continuing to rack up against them. Alexander got to the other corner and looked down the hallway at the shooter. He took aim, thankfully having the time to aim properly with the Edenite un-jamming the gun, and shot. Five rounds flew down that hallway, two of which found their mark and taking the man down.

"Angel! Get back here, now!" This was the last straw. They were going to die if they continued this attack, and the old veteran wasn't going to let that happen. They had to get Beatrice to cover and then everyone the hell out of dodge.

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

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Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location: In the streets of Cairo
Skills: Social cameleon

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"Very well. I'll take one." Mahendra didn't quite catch what the vendor had said exactly, and paid the man for his hopefully delicious breakfast before the words quite sunk in. He tilted his head slightly to the side as he was handed what he recognized as a falafel, not noticing the familiar stranger coming towards him. It could have been the buzzling street drowning out her recognizable voice, the amusing phrasing of the vendor going through Mahendra's mind or a combination of them two, but he didn't realize she was there until she came even closer and put a hand on his shoulder.

How odd for a woman to do, but Mahendra recognized her - eccentric - personality the day before, so he tried not to think about it too much.

"Good morning, Mosi. How pleasent to meet you again." Mahendra replied to Mosi in his Bengali accent, turning to face her still holding the falafel in his hands. Hopefully the Gods would look favourably upon him that day and keep the falafel from dirtying his shirt. "Well enough I suppose, just dreamt of yesterday's event in a peculiar way." That was as far as he wanted to elaborate on his night's sleep, prefering to keep such talk away from the no doubt prying eyes of the vendor. "How about yourself? I didn't see you leave the hotel this morning when I left."

Mahendra smiled at Mosi at her pleasent demeanour that morning. It was nice to see people smile for once, especially compared to the day before. "Actually I am going to the Barracks to meet Lady Munn, but I'd be more than happy to walk still. It's just next beside each other after all." Mahendra accepted her proposal, holding out one hand for her to hold as they would walk down the street. The other hand still held the Falafel, ready for consumption. This could go two ways; either very well, or very bad.

"What is the nature of your business today then, Mosi? You weren't going all the way to the museum?"

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location:Eden: Hallway near Fitness Doors
Skills: None

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"God...forgive us..." Alexander words rumbled through his own gritted teeth, muffled and quiet to the world surrounding him. Things were going down-hill into a bamboo-trap faster than you could say "This was probably a bad idea, Sarge!". Gavin was dead. Alexander barely looked over his shoulder towards where Thalia lay over Gavin, announcing his passing, before looking down at his own two feet. She was right, they had to get out of that place and fast. And it would all have been for nothing.

His eyes shot up as fast as they had gone down when he heard the coughing in front of him. No wait, it wasn't coughing. Someone was just saying the words "cough cough." "Navy?" Alexander managed to say through his equal surprise and joy that she was talking, until he actually heard what she tried to tell them. Kit. Bag. What bag? Alexander looked in all directions for any sort of bag she could be speaking of, before seeing it lying with Gavin's still bleeding body. "Just keep her alive, Manny. I'll get it!"

Alexander sprinted over to the bag, his eyes looking at Thalia who was still with Gavin and giving her a look of apology. She had been left alone to watch over Gavin, a fate he himself had befallen many a time before, which was never ever easy. His eyes looked from Thalia and down to Gavin as Alexander's right hand made a cross-gesture over him and himself while he whispered quickly. "In your hands, O Lord, we humbly entrust our brothers and sisters. In this life you embraced them with your tender love; deliver them now from every evil and bid them eternal rest. Amen."

The veteran was by no means a chaplain or a priest, but this was the best he could do. "I'm sorry..."

Alexander pushed himself off the floor and grabbed the bag Thana called for, rushing back over to where she and Manny both were. "All right, let's see..." Alexander opened the bag forcefully, almost ripping off the zipper keeping it close as he searched frantically through it. Oh it was big, contained even more than anyone could hope for a bag like that; clothes, food, a book and a gun. Finally he found it. "Here we go! First aid kit;" Alexander pulled it out of the bag and opened it, looking through it as he passed it to Manny.* "Tablets, bandages, antiseptics, scissor, gloves, you name it! Use it well, Manny, and save her. You just might prove to not be an Edenite asswipe after all." Alexander said to Manny, perhaps trying to be friendly but sounding angry more than anything. They had already lost Gavin and Lola, and he wasn't letting Thana go just yet. He wasn't allowing a repeat of 'Nam or the Florida-incident again. He couldn't take that.

*Contents of first aid kit

2 Chewable aspirin tablets, 81 mg each , 5 Triple antibiotic ointment packs, 0.5g each, 6 Antiseptic cleansing wipes (sting free)2 Hydrocortisone cream packs, 1%, 0.9g each, 2 Hand sanitizer packs, 0.9g each, 2 Trauma pads, 5" x 9"6 Gauze dressing pads, 4" x 4"6 Gauze Dressing Pads, 3" x 3"1 Conforming gauze roll bandage, 4"1 Conforming gauze roll bandage, 3"1 First aid tape roll, 1" x 10 yd.1 Instant cold compress, 1 CPR one-way valve face shield, latex-free, 1 Emergency blanket, 2 Triangular sling/bandages (safety pins included), 25 Adhesive plastic bandages, 3/4" x 3"15 Adhesive plastic bandages, 1" x 3"3 Elbow and knee plastic bandages, 2" x 4"10 Junior adhesive plastic bandages, 3/8" x 1-1/2", 5 Patch plastic bandages, 1-1/2" x 1-1/2"3 Knuckle fabric bandages, 3 Fingertip fabric bandages, 4 Thermometers (one time use), Plastic tweezers, 1 pair Scissors, 4 Latex-free exam-quality vinyl gloves, 2 pairs 1 American Red Cross Emergency First Aid Guide and one mini sewing kit with 6 needles

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

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Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location: Outside the Shepheard's Hotel --> In the streets of Cairo
Skills: Social cameleon

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As Mahendra took the first steps out onto the buzzling streets of Cairo, he had to watch his step as he nearly stepped on a large pile of newspapers that had been recently tossed on the sidewalk. He hadn't noticed the man selling papers there on the street, and initally hoped that he hadn't been noticed by the news-selling man, which he of course was. It was not appropriate of him to argue back at the man speaking to him in Arabic, though he only wanted to apologize, and thought the best way to make amends was to buy said newspaper.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry..." Mahendra began to apologize as he handed the man the money and recieved the newspaper, before his other sensory organs began picking up the world around him. First his eyes registered the words on the newspaper speaking of a fire, and then his nose picked up the smell of smoke. It was heavy, like the smell of spices and incense that filled the city market of Bengal, except it hinting at a tragedy rather than pleasentries. Apparently there had been a severe fire at the statistics department in the city, and a casaulty because of it. Mahendra sighed deeply at the words, reminded of the deaths already haunting them.

But he couldn't stand still forever, so Mahendra folded the newspaper neatly under his arm and continued down the street towards the Barracks. He had already wasted some time apologizing and reading, so who knew had long he had stood there. Hopefully not too long, or else he was sure to give off a bad impression to Vera, and everyone else for that matter. But even a man in a hurry could not ignore something very, very important; breakfast.

"Yes Sir, I'll take one of those. They can be eaten while on the walk, right?"

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location:Eden: Lower Lobby
Skills: Pistol, Axe fighting, Rifle

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While other appeared to have taken point further up ahead of them and covering it, Alexander wasn't letting go of the automatic-fire Edenite lying on the ground. One could never be too sure; Manny had only spoken about a guard possibly being dead and possibly coming back from the dead. This one Alexander could see in plain sight, and he was the priorite then. The Beretta was pointed firmly at the man lying on the ground and aimed at his chest, the veterans trigger finger firmly where it was meant to be.

Alexander stepped quickly up to the man, ready for him to jump back up and fighting like crazy, but the Edenite didn't die. Either he was indeed dead or in shock. Either way Alexander holstered the pistol, put down Manny's shotgun and slung his fireaxe off the shoulder. In anger and disgust Alexander cleaved his axe right into the man's head as if it was nothing in the world. Now he was dead for good, and no longer a possible threat to the group, who desperatly needed to make a decision sooner rather than later.

He turned his attention to the automatic rifle then and picked it up to inspect it. It was fairly standard for an automatic weapon as far as he could see, taken into consideration he hadn't used one for years. Pressing the magazine release and checking the magazine, it was empty. Good, but bad. The rifle's chamber was empty too, and after a quick search of the Edenite it was clear that the last burst of fire was the last one; no bullets on him, just a knife and a necklace made of...God, those people really were FUBAR...various human body parts threaded on a piece of string. Alexander threw the human necklace in anger at the Edenite, spitting on he's now cloven face and taking the knife for himself.

"We can't stay here, not like this." Alexander with the clearest realization of what their options were, like in a combat situation where neither of said options were good ones. His eyes shifted from the dead Edenite and up to Thalia as she provided cover, before his words continued to shoot out like rockets from a gunship. "Either we have to continue the attack and hopefully take out the rest, or we have to pull out and get the Hell out of this place. We can't stay here with Gavin or Thana..." The Veteran was soon back over Thana, though not able to tell anything from the shitstorm that had just hit her. As he then kneeled down beside her, his eyes shot over to Beatrice as she told Manny to do what he can, then at least to Manny himself. "Why are you just standing there, medic? Do something!" Alexander now nearly shouted at Manny, probably not realizing he was getting mixed signals of which battlefield he was in; Edenite or Vietnam? It was all too same right then; Alexander could do little to improve it except covering them and praying for the best.

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

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Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location: Shepheard's Hotel
Skills: N/A

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It hadn't taken long for the tired Bengalian man to fall asleep in his bed, it was just that he hadn't slept all that well. Other could have blamed the stiffling heat or unbearable humidity in the air, but to that Mahendra was already quite accustomed to. No, it was little to do with the physical world around him, and more the psychological dimension his mind was engulfed in during his sleep. He dreamt of the past day's events, in more or less the same way they had happened. The only difference was the divine presence he felt in his dreams. Then again they were merely dreams, and he was after all a man of faith or many faiths. That's what his friends in Oxford had told him when speaking of dreams, and perhaps they spoke some truths. But Mahendra still couldn't shake the feeling off, not until he finally woke up the next morning.

When Mahendra woke up the time was already half past eight in the morning, a little late for his usual schedule. Perhaps he needed it though, for he let out a long yawn as he stretched out all his limbs. The sun was shining in alongside whatever sounds Mahendra could pick out from the street outside. People, carts and horses, all the sounds one would expect from a buzzling metropolitan city. It almost made him think of home. He missed it, his wife and friends, and the little things he now realized was a world away. But he would still bring a little piece of India with him.

Mahendra got out of bed and started his usual routine for the morning; washing himself, doing a hindu excercise of breathing, washing his mouth and sitting down to pray to the Gods for a favourable day. It looked as if he had done this a thousand times, which he probably had, but he still felt a sense of comfort doing it. It made him himself.

With that done, Mahendra got dressed in a clean set of clothes; a pair of light brown pants with his newly polished pair of shoes, accompanied by a white shirt and light brown jacket over. And today Mahendra wrapped the dark red turban around his head, feeling and hoping it to be appropriate for the day to come. All dressed and ready for the day, Mahendra looked out his window one last time wondering what today would bring, before he made his way out of his room, locking the door and going out on the street. If he had enough time, perhaps he could get a quick bite of breakfast before going to the barracks?

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Bentley

Level: 1
Day/Time: Day 3 - Morning
Location: Tetris Castle
Tag: @Zarkun @Guardian Angel Haruki @DracoLunaris @Holy Soldier
Experience: ////////// (0/10)

Had Bentley heard the feline character call him 'gimp', he would certainly have...he didn't know, perhaps wheeled himself away further in embarrassment for his handicap disposition? He would have wanted to say something back to Hunter, but who knew how much guts the turtle had these days? But luckily for them all, Bentley was far away enough to not hear it, as he wheeled on full turtle towards the castle.

It was mayhem! Utter chaos, apocalypse, terror and other words that would well-explain the current situation the Tetris Castle as in. Bentley couldn't get a cohesent story out of one specific person/figure/character/thing, but from what his superior brain could gather, someone from the pirate ship had attacked someone called Guile. Badly. No one knew how badly, but bad enough that the castle was in panic. The green turtle tried to aquire more information, but only managed to gather a location; well two to be precise.

Bentley stood - he technically sat in the wheelchair, which in istelf stood - before what he qualifiedly guessed was a teleporter. It was referred to as an elevator, but it looked and felt more like a molecular transferring-machine more than anything else. While Bentley was no stranger to weird machines and technology, he still felt at unease taking an elevator which wasn't an elevator. But rolling into it, he closed his eyes and hoped for the best!

When he opened them again, his turtle-eyes witnessed through his thick glasses a lab that rivalled his own, but this one had robots! Fascinating! But there was also blood, or so he thought. "Drats and curses, what has happened? Was it the floating pirate ship?"