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Friend or Foe?

@KelewenAbsolutely! I was thinking about this very RP just a few hours ago, thought it was great too.

How are you doing? All well I hope

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

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Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks ---> The Museum (Washroom)
Skills: Social cameleon

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The sight of Vera in her condition spoke of more grief and shock than any words could, which was understandable taking into account the circumstances of death, death and more death recently. Death, so many signs of it the past day, it couldn't be simple coincedence. Mahendra refused to believe it, even for how much he feared that itself, which explained his somber tone as went with the group on their way to the museum. Thought flew through his mind, thoughts trying to piece together what was going on. But each and every time, he came to no conclusion. None, except his gut feeling of all of this being bad.

Mahendra tried to ignore the gut feeling as they were reunited with Nora and Aton, him giving both a polite nod of accknowledgement and continued to nod in agreement that they should enter the museum. Which he too wanted, because he was starting to feel warmer by the second and wanted a glass of water. And then, right outside the museum's entrance, it hit him. Mahendra suddenly leaned forward, clutching his stomach as he tried with all his might not to violently shout out in pain, while he didn't manage to hold captive an audible "Hmmmmmmm...". Oh this was unexplainably humiliting.

"Yes...head inside...Please excuse me, I think I need to use the washroom." Mahendra managed to say somewhat controlled through the pain and gritted teeth, before jogging past the others and into the museum proper. As he tried to find the closest washroom Mahendra could feel the area around stomach grow warm. At first it was at the intensity of his wife's cooking, then his mother's, then his mother in law's and at last surpassing his grandmother's strongest dish. The warmth spread across his whole body, as if he had a fever. This was very, very odd. Not that Mahendra was thinking like that, he was too busy finding the closest washroom and pulling down his...cough pants cough as he sat down at the toilet. But all instinct of emptying himself of whatever he presumed had gotten inside his digestive system vanished when Mahendra lay eyes on it. The Mark, right above his belly button. Once again Mahendra bravely stiffled a shout, or perhaps a scream. This time it was not out of pain, but of fear, because this was not normal at all. So for what felt like an eternity, Mahendra stared at the mark while his belly was still hurting like never before.

This had to have something to do with the horrendous events that had befallen the group as of lately; A Curse! Either that, or Mahendra had eaten one hell of a falaffel that morning.

🧚🏻‍♀️ 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

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The wounds were hurting really bad, bad like a VC bamboo-trap, a 7.62×39mm through the leg or a whole weekend out drinking and smoking dubious levels of substances in Saigon, all with varying levels of quality. Alexander looked at his hands, as if simply looking at them was going to make them feel any better. He was thankful though that his hands were still connected to his arms, which he preferred after having seen that happen to too many young G.I.s screaming for their mother. And his left hand had taken less of the beating, having been somewhat protected by his dominant right hand. Too bad he wasn't one of those egg-heads with Ambidexterity, or else he'd have one less problem to deal with.

One of the remaining problems was Manny. Understandebly he wanted to be armed in what was an active comat zone instead of patching up them when they apparently didn't want help. Well Alexander wanted help, and Beatrice definietly needed it more then him. While nobody seemed to take notice of Manny's words, Alexander got back up on his feet and looked at him just in time for the Redneck Engineering to do its beauty. "Fine, but I'll get it for you. You stay here and make sure no one of us dies. Understood?" Alexander said sternly to Manny, hoping his absence wouldn't screw them over. Pulling out his 1911 Colt - which only had one .45 bullet left, which he sub-subconsciously saved for someone in need -, he was just about to rush back to their previous position when he felt something odd. Some strange sensation down in his pants. Was it...Was he that lucky?

Alexander shoved his somewhat good hand down his pants after clumsily changing his Colt into his hand, and fondled around quickly. It was the sort of thing that might have made concerned parents call the cops and grab their kids to get away from the apparent pedophile, in no particular order. Alexander didn't care however, as he fumbled in his pants one last bit and pulled out what he felt down there.

Manny's revolver.

"Here. You better prove to be one hell of a shot, old man." Alexander said while handing over the revolver to Manny, hoping that his next action was to shoot the living crap out of the Edenites, and not his people. Or else Mugsy would make sure that lone .45 bullet would splatter Manny's brain all over the wall.

Speaking of brains splattered all over the wall, Alexander was not done yet. A thought occured him, like a game of 'Remember the thing underneath the blanket' or whatever kids called it those days. The vet moved quickly to what remained of the bug-out bag near Thana's legs. It was painful, but it would be all worth it when he awkwardly pulled out a 9mm pistol with his burned hands. And that was good, because the firepower was needed. The Edenite halfway down the hallway was getting ready to shoot him, dead, in cold blood, you name it. And what could a crippled Vietnam vet do?

Shoot him straight in the head. It was painful, but Mugsy bit his teeth together tight as he swallowed the pain,and took the shot. How he hit the Edenite, he didn't know. Pure Lady Luck or God finally listening to the catholic mug-man? But the bullet connected, hitting him right between the eyes and taking him out. "Come and take me, you gooks! I've seen bamboo sticks filled with shit more dangerous than you!"

Post Your Pikcha

@Spoopy Scary

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

@kingkonrad@Bee@BigPapaBelial And by popular demand, I return! You're welcome all!

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

"A pint? A single pint? Thom, you're going to owe me a whole distillery by the end of this."

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Liberty had driven HIS car decent enough he had to admit, although her wounded leg was sure to give the usually smooth ride a bumpy after-taste, like a really bad American whiskey. Scratch that, any American whiskey was bad. But the trio managed to get to the station without more fuss than Sierra HQ could deal with later. Right now they had bigger fish to catch.

Lancaster/George had the Sig P226 firmly held in his dominant right hand, hopefully concealed enough in the mass of civilian commuters that the usual security guards wouldn't notice. Though they did when Thom/Cavalier of course had to do the obvious move of jumping over the ticket barrier, catching the attention of literarly everyone. Lancaster knew all too well, and was in no mood for their much-needed element of surprise to be intact, although his solution could go either way. Slowing down ever so slightly after Cavalier, Lancaster pulled out a large bundle of Pound Sterling bank notes alongside a fake ID that he quickly showed to the ticket inspector. "We're shooting a movie; Jason Re-Bourne. Sorry for the trouble." he said as if it was the most natural and honest thing in the world, throwing the money at the TFL- and security personell, before rushing after Cavalier again.

And very soon, they had their man.

"Roger that, Bugcatcher. Eyes on target."

Lancaster could see the man all right, and the target could see him too. Lancaster rushed forwards towards him, now seeing the purple hoodie, grey lady-bag and his look of utter shock as the realization of getting found caught up with him. So did Lancaster. "Top of the morning to you, you git." Lancaster said faster than him raising the Sig and firing the tranquilizer at him, the dart-bullet-thingy finding its mark at his throat. As soon as that happened, he continued his rush forward with a good push to their target's forehead, certainly knocking him out faster than the tranquilizer. No big fight or grand finale, though today was not one of those days. "Kingmaker, Bugcatcher or Liberty, you better get us an ambulance fast. I got a plan." Lancaster said over his comms, holding the man down as he went to the ground, then looking to Cavalier.

"Do you think you can play a concerned citizen? This man is clearly in need of an ambulance, don't you think?"

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I felt like trying out a new hairstyle today, and I felt I looked good. Am I allowed such satisfaction? :P

ME

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)

The lab was truly a cool sight to take in for the wheeling turtle, as he wheeled down the elevated metal catwalk with the surprising silence of his wheelchair. It was no wonder he was able sneak up on so many bad guys and steal their stuff, which was good. It was also surprising, perhaps, how much attention Bentley gave the various experiments on each side of the catwalk, and yet how little time he actually studied each of them. As Bentley wheeled onwards, getting passed by various members of the newly formed 'Gang', one could hear the glass-wearing turtle say "Interesting concept, already have the blueprints for that one. Oh, nice touch with the electrical mass-consumator, although it's too big. That one won't work, already tried it. That one...who...who thought adding yellow would make it aesthetically pleasing?", which he meant with no offense. It was just a very smart and technologically gifted turtle talking.

Bentley finally rendevouzed with the remaining gang, all assembled before another group of people composing of a doctor, what he assumed could be a princess, an aquatic humanoid and a big pink ball on legs. And at last he saw the council member who was hurt; the one floating in a large tank of liqud. "Oh my...that doesn't look good indeed." And while he didn't know much about the wound, the mention of "nanites" and "virus", Bentley's mind started ticking. "Magic is a little out of my leage too, at least without certain friends of mine around. But if we're speaking of nanites, that leaves to possibilities; One: the nanites are operating on an self-contain, autonomous AI that cooperates with each other in order to cause the never-ending wound, possibly with an anti-magical agent that nullifies the healing magic. That would be difficult to solve, but I think I could find a way to solve it. On the other hand, two: the nanites might be following the orders from a central command computer, like a hive-mind. Now that would be much easier for me to hack into and shut off the nanites, or the least learn how to stop them. That does however require that..." Bentley trailed off, dangerously close to pulling out a large whiteboard and draw up all the technicalities he just rambled on about. But he stopped himself when he realized no one might be listening to him, so he leaned back in his wheelchair and started studying Guilie in silence instead.

Bentley listened to what the others said about the attack, the sword and the wound, and a pirate. And while he agreed that following said pirate and locating the sword that did that to Guilie, he also agreed with the aquatic lady. "Agreed, Miss water lady. If it's dangerous, which it clearly is, we all need a plan if we're to follow him. A master plan! ...Sorry, old habit. But in all seriousness, does anyone actually know who those guys are?" Bentley said out in a mix of enthusiasm and seriousness, knowing far too well what such an operation needed.

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

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Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks (Front gates)
Skills: n/a

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The morning kept sneaking up on Mahendra with surprises when he heard yet another familiar voice calling for him. Turning around he saw that this time it was Lauren, and out of all things she was carrying a cat. What on Earth was she doing with a cat? Though the most peculiar sight he'd witnessed in Cairo, it was still odd. "Good morning, Miss Ridg...Lauren, a pleasent surprise to see you here. And who is this, your little friend?" But Mahendra nodded back to Lauren and gave her a smile nonetheless, especially when she vouched for him at the gate. The pleasent surprises kept coming with the arrival, or more precicely the departure of the Lord Mayor and...George, the mask-man, with a rather elegant automobile. The Lord Major gave both of them access to the Barracks, which made Mahendra feel more confident that he wouldn't be thrown away. Quite physically. "Thank you, Lord Major Sir. I promise I won't trespass in any proper British military area, and only go where I am allowed." Mahendra said reassuringly to the Lord Major as he and George alongside the car passed them, but his tone fell once he started to feel something...something was off. Something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

That 'something' became clear as day once more familiar faces appeared. Vera was clearly shaken to her core by something awfull, Josephine was helping her and Akhmed explained what was the cause of all this. "Horrible...simply unbelievable...Yes, of course. We'll come with you. Lauren, will you come too?" Mahendra was shocked too. Now the smoke really got a better hold of him that before, as the connection became so apparent. Another death, this was not normal. "My deepest condolences, Lady Munn." Mahendra added as they walked, not knowing what fruitful to add to the conversation. Hopefully the Museum wouldn't give them any more surprises, although Mahendra was doubting any resemblance of normality with every coming tragedy.

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