ONL

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Robert Adler

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Location: Chicago (Grimaldi Books)
Skills: Law

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"…Yeah, sure. That was just what I thought, Greek legends and the Underworld…got it." Richard gave Adelaide as some sort of acknowledgement to her superiour knowledge of what had been stolen. He was sarcastic, as he usually was, why shouldn't he? This was her forté after all, not his. He didn't know squat about Greek legends or what happened to dead people back when they wore oversized napkins. Should he? Maybe, though he felt confident that any knowledge in that department wouldn't help him out of the shithole he called his desk. Not anytime soon anyway.

But something was ticking inside his head, at the very back of it. That's where most of his professional thinking was located, beside the mental catalog of all his vinyl records: Why exactly that book? If there were two other books in a collection of three, that meant someone had gone to great lengths to just aquire that one, and not all three. Like Adelaide said, they were worth more together than seperate. Robert up closer to where Adelaide was seated with her books, resting his cotton-gloved hands at the table. "Let's pretend I know as much about the Greek Underworld as I know about the sunny beaches of Florida. What exactly does the book talk about? About the Underworld and all that jazz? If that book was so special that they only stole that one, I'd like to know as much about that too."

Robert's question as left unanswered as they were cut off by the phone beeping. The man changed his mind, or were going to threaten her? Who could that…Seriously? Robert followed Adelaide out of the vault and up the stairs with a puzzled look on his face, all for it to resolve itself as his suspicions were were confirmed; It was the Caesar security guy from earlier. Had he folded to her demands? Robert stood silently and watched the man, just as curious as Adelaide must have been.

This really was an investigation that could become a book. One day maybe, one day.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: Wewahitchka (C4 -> C5)
Skills: None

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So far they hadn't been getting shot at by any clever VC waiting for the imperialist Americans to walk into their trap, so that meant so far so good. Alexander still hoped that his gut was on his side on this one, that this wasn't any well-laid trap at all but a genuine rescue. Had been plenty of oppertunities where he had been wrong, really fucked up the situation FUBAR for others and himself. So as he limped forward like the crippled Vet he was on his pegleg, he quickly said a few words to God.

The duck was too good an oppertunity to not enjoy though, and coming up beside Thalia while she struggled with little plastic toy stuck harder than a Chicago winter in December, he slowed down and couldn't help but shoot her a satisfied smile. "Shut the duck up; we got bigger birds to rib!" It was all in good jest though, and beside he wasn't alone in the fun with Manny and Bea laughing too. The helicopter was still slowing down, and possibly loud enough to drown the duck out. Fucking duck.

Alexander stopped for a moment to take a quick good look around while they still were in the clear. Probably. He didn't see anything, but in the distance the old vet could hear someone talking. No, not talking; shouting. If Sergeant Jackson had been alive and well, he wouldn't put it past him to be the one behind the commotion...and he really wouldn't have wanted to see if it was true then. Two voices, shouting something like...This felt like Army or something. "Sounds like there might have been others flocking to the Huey already. Those guys aren't joking around, are they? If they're the real deal, I haven't been so glad to see the Army my whole life."

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Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper

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Location: Wewahitchka (E7 -> D8)
Skills: Scouting, Basic Psychology

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Nigel "Hadrian" kept advancing with Erika, shooting her a thankful smile as she noted she got his back. Of the three survivors he were with, she was the one he felt the safest with; mostly verbally, Hank and Wayne could keep his back safe physically, but were no strangers to using their pathos in more creative ways as each day passed. "Hadrian" kept silent at first as Erika introduced their group to the helicopter people. It went well actually, to a surprise. Not that that lasted any long.

Before he could open his own mouth, Hank had managed to steal the stage in front of him and once again hammer through his 'beloved' nickname. "Sportacus". Soon Wayne had joined the bandwagon, the two friends of questionable sanity indulging themselves in the verbal gladiatorial combat that had become his life with them. Nigel "Hadrian" just gave the two of them a look of annoyance, breathing in heavily and trying his best not to scould them like the over-confident teenage students they were. Like Jesus Christ of Nazaret said himself, "Turn the other cheek." "...praebe alteram maxillam..."

He wondered how many cheeks he had grown since he first met them.

As he looked at the soldier standing between them and the chopper, he listened to the words the chopper people shouted out. Kittens? This world really had gone to Hell and beyond. Nigel "Hadrian" listened to the order - yes, an order, like he was in the Army or something. Which he sort of had, just a replication of an ancient one. Handing over their supplies and weapons, go with them and possibly get within a safe zone? It could have been a trick, a clever Greek play to fool them into an ambush. But as he thought about it, really cranked the words of the man called "Maddog", he couldn't help but feel that his words were true. It wasn't a threat, but an genuine offer.

"And afterwards, what then, Maddog? Will our belongings be returned to us if we are deemed fit and we wish to stay? Sir." "Hadrian" shouted back as a question, visibly patting the sheathed sword by his side as he stood with Erika and Hank. He did want safety, but he preferred to keep his own sword and other gear if he could. He had made it all himself after all, and in more cases than not a sword and shield was better than any gun. And while he was at it, he gave another annoyed look at Hank.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

The Heavy

Level: 4
Day/Time: Day 3 - Morning
Location: Boo's Castle
Tag: @Majoras End@Tenma Tendo@Lugubrious
Experience: ////////// ////////// ////////// ////////// (18/40)
Word count:

Level Up!

• Upgraded Minigun
• New Weapon: Killing Gloves of Boxing

And like that, with the enemy admitting defeat in the face of overwhelming odds and Soviet Firepower, their enemy had been defeated! Heavy released the trigger of his beloved Sasha as their victory dawned on him, watching as King Boo vanished into thin air. "Ahahaha! We have won! We crush enemy team...ghosts! We make good team!" Heavy cheered joyfully to his fellow comrades: Slayer, Akira and Six. They were not what he had expected, but they more than made him a very happy man. A victorious man!

Red Team Victory Song

But then he noticed the four remaining flames that floated up in the air. Were they more ghosts to for him crush? It didn't seem like it when they simply floated gently above the ground, each in their own colour. Heavy noticed that one of the flames was orange, his colour, and stepped forward to it. "What is this? Is it a hat?" Heavy questioned, reaching out to the flame seeing there was something in there. And as soon as he touched it, he braced himself for the warm touch of burning fire, but instead felt something completely differnt enveloping him. It wasn't flames, but instead clothes dressing into him. Ballistic armour, fitting for a man of his line of work. "Yes. I like this new armour."

With the fight over, it felt appropriate to return to the train they had arrived in. But Heavy was not done celebrating, as he smiled widely to his comrades of different worlds and strapped his Sasha on his back. "I think victory deserves a dance, no? Please join me, comrades!" As soon as Heavy had asked that, he started dancing an old-fashioned Russian folk dance that he had danced many times before, even with his foreign teammates in his own world. He continued to dance that way, singing the song to himself as he danced all the to the train.

The Kazotsky Kick Dance

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Robert Adler

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Location: Chicago (Grimaldi Books)
Skills: N/A

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That would make sense. The theory that it could be someone who had visited Adelaide's book store before. People who knew what they were doing did proper snooping around their victims and hunting grounds, so why would this be different? They still didn't have a clear motive yet, not as far as Robert was able to think of the top of his head, but it was a start. Robert continued listening to his land-lady as she pointed out that everything was in order around her. She would know best, but a quick swipe with his eyes reaffirmed her motion. Nothing out of the ordiary for him stuck out, but then again at this point he was trying really hard. More than anything he was trying not to touch anything.

Robert followed Adelaide to where she seemingly had been storing a tablet, watching her as she pulled it up and going through what he could only assume was a list of her customers or something. He himself noticed a pair of white cotton gloves, deciding that it was for the best to take them on if he was sticking around that place. Now he was starting to feel like he was in CSI or something, quite possibly an old episode of Derrick, as he put the gloves on. Not that he was touching anything, as he still didn't see the value of owning a book that contained knowledge either disproven or irrelevant to the modern world lying around, much less stealing. The oldest book he had had the 'pleasure' of reading was an very old law-book from around the Civil War. That however posed him a few more questions to ask Adelaide.

"So let me ask you, since you're the expert of the two of us: Why do you think that old book was stolen, if not for money? What did you call it again? The Bibliotecia Pseduo Something? What's it even about? Must be some book if that's the only thing that was stolen."

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

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Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location: Main Deck (Open Air Lounge) -> In The Nile!
Skills: Stamina

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For a moment the world was dark. Unable to pierce through the heavy veil of darkness as he struggled for breath, Mahendra wondered for a short few seconds if this was it. Was this how it was going to end? Not in a heroic battle against the enemies of the Empire, India, his family or the Fellowship, but in a titanic struggle against the very forces of Mother Nature? If what the Lady with No Name had been prophetic, then it would perhaps be a fitting end; a man trying to discover the secrets of the Earth through scientific and thorough methods, being swallowed by the very plane in a matter anything but disciplined. Mahendra gatherd the last of the air in his lungs, attempting one last breach of the veils of Death.

Mahendra gasped loudly as he finally reached the surface again. A current had dragged him down for just a moment, but he felt the presence of Death clining tightly around his mortal body. But he was afloat again. In the growing distance he could see the steamboat sail away from him, but also the shouting onboard notifying his dire situation. Lights were turned on him, and somewhere in front of him he saw what had to be a series of life rings thrown to him. But they were too far to reach for him now. "আমাকে দিন দিন বিশ্রাম দিন, বিষ্ণু!"* Mahendra prayed between gasping for air and spitting out water, before making a break for it. He swam as hard as he could, channeling his last strength into getting closer to one of the life rings. He felt it first, then saw. His hand touched the solid shape of one of the rings, and with a last gasp he pulled himself through the ring and latched onto it like a cat in water.

Translation

"Give me the strength, Vishnu, to live another day."

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Richard Barker

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Location: Main Deck (Open Air Lounge) -> Lower Deck
Skills:Observation, People-reading

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Richard didn't say a word to Franklin's wise-cracking, nor to his condecending chuckling and calmly walking way, just staring at the man with a look that could kill. He was fuming, and the temptation to rise up and give the man a good knuckle sandwich was very much present. But instead, breathing heavily as he slowly got up from the floor, still feeling the new ventilation duct in his pants, Richard looked at Franklin. Hard and thorough, like a hawk eyeing its prey. He was going to remember each and every detail of the smartass of a man who had been toying with him for the past half-an-hour or so. If he had just gotten licked by Franklin, he was sure as Hell going to find him later and get the ball rolling into the right hole.

Once he had gotten up on his feet and Frankling was out of sight, he figured he could remember the most important details. Too bad he was getting too much attention that he comfortable with, and this was a man who got looks just for his nose in a normal day. Right then he'd want a good drink of scotch and a long, calm drive down a good American road, but the ventilation was making all of those things difficult. Embarrasingly so. Richard looked for Faye for a moment, seeing her still talking to that one guy who'd been drinking for far too long he figured, and just gestured to her that he was going downstairs. There wasn't much point in sticking around there, unless he really was changing careers into entertainment.

Richard walked awkwardly to the stairs leading to the Lower Decks, trying to keep his back as much to the wall as he went. His ticket was still with him, thankfully neither burned nor wet from the night's escapeds, and he was let down the stairscase. That was even more awkward, with his boxers easily showing through that massive rip in his pants. To anyone who gave him that amused look, he gave them a look of "Fuck off you prick." and proceeded towards his room.

Lady Luck (MissIndependent & ONL)

@MissIndependent And finally posted! I hope it is to your outmost satisfaction! ^^

Lady Luck (MissIndependent & ONL)

Carter "Bill" Williamson

The Pondarusa, Nevada, United States.
Late summer 1867.

The sun was getting dimmer every day. Not by much, but to one who'd been out nearly every day for the whole summer, one took notice of the small shifts in daylight that meant one thing and one thing only; autumn was approaching. In the heat of Nevada that was the first indication of the coming season, but eventually the temperatures would drop down just enough for the snow to start falling. And that was why this visit to the Indian tribe of the Paiute was important to get over with. When the snow came, seeing them was more effort than it was worth during the snowy winter.

So best just getting it over with.

Carter, or just Bill to his friends and closest ones, was one of the few people in town who dared visit the Indians. Carter could understand why, but knew better than to fall for their superstitions and fears of the Paiute. The pay was too good. Riding on his horse "Copenhagen", the cowboy steared the herd of cattle in front of him on their merry way to the trade. It had become an annual affair between him and the Paiute's Chieftain. Carter sold his yearly amount of cattle to the tribe, and in return he was given furs and pelts of the highest quality, better than what you could get from the most experienced of Canadian trappers. It was a good trade, and Carter didn't expect anything to change this year either.

Approaching the tribe in the distance, he could easily make out the figure of the Chieftain himself. Tall, strong and as proud as he was old and wise. Holding his hand in greetings to the White Man with cattle, Carter raised his own hand in acknowledgement of the meeting, and trodded Copenhagen around the herd to meet him. It was the same proceedure as every year, with Carter approaching the Chieftain and letting him open the meeting. "All be well to you, white Carter of Pondarusa. It is well to see you in good form."

"Howdy there, Chieftain. The pleasure is all mine. I am glad to make it here before the autumn weather settles in. All is well in your village, Chieftain?" Carter greeted the Chieftain, moving Copenhagen up before him and dismounting the horse, finally standing in front of the tribe's leader. "How is your family, Chieftain?"

The old man smiled wisely at the white cowboy, letting him get off his horse and signalling for his own men to take care of the cattle. The Chieftain himself gestured for Carter to follow him into the village. Nothing new, just like how Carter liked it. "Oh all is well with me and my family. The tribe too, now that you have brought us big herd. Good herd, I will say, you make good on your promise Carter."

"When you make such a mighty fine trade as you've made with me these past years, what else am I to offer to you and your people? You get good cattle and I get good furs. It's what we call a "Win-Win situation." Carter laughed lightly, dusting off his cowboy hat from the accumulated dust after the long journey. It was a trip worth taking. The Chieftain smiled even so as they entered the village, the sight of Indian men, women and children appearing before Carter. It was a quaint little town in itself, a lot smaller than Pondarusa but quiet and nice. The people eyed Carter as he approached, some in fear or curiosity but most out of recognition. He was not as uncommon as the other white men after all. "Yes, you win and we win, yes. But you more this year, out of your generous to us. Wife, bring Carter his gift."

A gift? Well that was new. "Oh please, Chieftain. I appriciate it, but that really shouldn't be..." Carter stopped dead in his tracks as he saw what was brought before him. No, not what, but who. A woman. Carter looked at her in confusion, then at the Chieftain and back at her. "Ehm...there must be some missunderstanding, Chieftain. Is She my 'gift'? Or...You have my head hung by a coyote's tail."

This was anything but the normal.

PXO: Alpha Academy

@Holy Soldier Me too, I volunteer Cole Phelps for Colossus!

Lady Luck (MissIndependent & ONL)

@MissIndependentGreat to hear! I like your faceclaim too, and yes it's him. Couldn't find anything better ^^

I will! I'll try to have something up tonight or tomorrow, sorry for the delay!

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: Wewahitchka (B4 -> C4)
Skills: None

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Oh Alexander was just as eager as the rest to go check out what a fuctioning Huey was doing around those parts, but he hadn't expected them to up and leave as quick as they did. Not that he didn't want to himself, but having a redneck-pegleg didn't exactly make you an Edwin Moses or anything. "...and of course the grunt's left to fend for himself..." Grabbing the rest of his belongings as quick as he could, he walked/jogged/limped out into the open, towards their possible rescue. His whole body told him that it was Evac, it was what his mind had been thouroughly trained to do when hearing that sound. That wasn't the sound of being deployed into battle, that was the sound of getting the hell out of dodge!

The excercising old Mugsy had done the past two days with the leg payed off, allowing him to move relatively steadily out of the house and onto the road leading south-east. Down it some way he saw the three others in his squad...His army brain was kicking in once again. That's perhaps how he thought he could hear that the Huey wasn't even fully loaded, by the sound of the propeller and rotor. Once you heard that enough, it stuck to you. Alexander made his way to Thalia, Manny and Beatrice, holding his head down and eyes pointed down the road. "Keep your heads down and spread out. We don't want them to get us that easy." Alexander told them, the irony not going past him. He was only armed with a hammer, and not a really good one either. Against the heavy ordinance a Huey packed, they stood little chance. "Anyone seen anything so far?"

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Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper

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Location: Wewahitchka (E8 - 87)
Skills: None

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For once it hadn't been Wayne going out before a plan had been made, but Hank who decided to take the mantle and investigate first the source of the noise. Nigel "Hadrian" looked back at Erica with her look at him, giving a look of honest ignorance as to what the ruckus was all about, before looking back at Hank who asked if any of them were coming. Before Nigel could either confirm nor disprove of anything, Hank had strolled out of the building and out onto the street. And Wayne followed him after the ususal talking-to-himself routine, that much was nothing new. Nigel got up on his feet and slung the various parts of his kit over his shoulder like Erica had done. "Follow me, and stay close. Watch my back, Erica."

"Hadrian" moved out of the building more slowly than he felt Hank and Wayne had, looking both directions as he exited. But as he turned to his left, it hit him just what Wayne had blurted out in his usual "Delphian" state. "...Did he say 'Choppa'? Like Arnold 'Choppa'?" "Hadrian" moved slowly up the street, hugging the wall as he went and making sure he was in front of Erica if she followed. Wayne was over himself with joy it seemed, and it wasn't difficult to guess why. "Stay behind me, this might be too good to believe." Nigel said behind him, but kept moving forward to the unreal scene before them. He stopped a good distance behind Wayne, holding his hands down and in a non-violent manner, but ready to jump to the side if things got hairy. "And here I though the old world had died, and now...Civilization."