ONL

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Robert Adler

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Location: Chicago (Grimaldi Books: Back Room -> Robert's apartment)
Skills: N/A

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Robert looked back at Adelaide as she had heard him, giving him her piece of mind. Perhaps she was right, Robert thought. He sighed and looked down at his own two feet, walking over to the front door where Adelaide was going to let him out and lock. Yeah, he probably hadn't been any more polite or helpful himself, no matter how much he was going to deny it out in public. The kid knew his way around computers, and it was Rapture who'd connected the burglary to an infamous hacker, not Robert. What had Robert and his sorry, old arse of an long-due pencil pusher gotten done? Besides putting out some theories and reading some old files, not a whole lot.

"Okay, sure. See you soon." Robert said back to Adelaide in a defeated, yet defiant way. Adelaide, his landlady and boss, and to some extent his partner at he same time as a client. Walking out of the book store and making his way around the building to the entrence for the apartments, Robert felt old. Old and useless, like his own car or the record player he really wished he wouldn't have to throw out. Both worked, for now. But how long would it take for someone to either break them or decide they wanted something newer and better? Robert had that feeling the whole climb of the stairs leading to his apartment, opening his apartment door and lumbering inside.

"So long, Phil. Watch the…ah, why do I even bother?" Robert said to himself as he hurriedly went arond his small apartment, gathering the stuff he thought he'd need whilst going to Grimm. He grabbed an old travelling backpack, shoved his laptop and the external small harddrive in it, alongside some toiletries that might be useful if they were going away for long. And wrapped in some old newspapers, he also shoved in the two remaining magazines for his gun. If they were going out there, the big bad world that had only grown darker in Robert's eyes, he was going prepared. He'd never need to actually fire his gun before, only show it at the very least, but…he was just being careful.

Who was Phil, you might ask? Well Robert had one album framed up on the wall, jokingly he was Robert's only friend there that saw the real Robert. It was an old, worn vinyl album with a dark background and a white face on the front. A man with two staring eyes, straight at you. But after years of telling the framed album to watch the apartment for him, Robert was staring to wonder if he was going nuts.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: H6 Quarantine (Conference Room) -> J6 Mechanics And Fabrication
Skills: N/A

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Alexander had to shoot Thalia a smiling grin at her enthusiasm as they were leaving the Quarantine to receive their new toys. Toys, haha, it sounded like they were a bunch of kids ready for Christmas or a group of grunts finally getting their hands on some new guns or military hardware. Alexander couldn't deny it, he was looking forward to it too. Walking around almost normally, it would be pretty neat as the kids would put it. Almost. Alexander gave a final nod to Manny as he told him to go, and limped out on his crutches behind Thalia and Father Atticus. It would be nice, normal.

Almost.

As Alexander limped out on his one leg and crutches, that one word, that single part of the sentence that previously made him grin also brought forth the black lump he had cried out days earlier. Almost. It was just a prosthesis, not a new leg, and he would never be able to walk as normal. Would it be enough? Enough for him to be worth having around, to be with his group? His friends? The fear from back when he had just lost his leg resurfaced for a moment, as he failed to realize they had company. Alexander quickly looked up from having stared down at his missing limb and noticed the people talking with Atticus. Roy and Nikki. "Hello, nice to meet you." Alexander quietly greeted them back, glad that Atticus ended the conversation and continued to lead him and Thalia to their destination.

Fabrication and Mechanics.

It was a good thing it didn't take long for the trio to reach he other building, the weather was far from the air-conditioned enviroment they'd had in Quarantine. Hot and humid, even without the direct scoulding of the sun thanks to the cloud cover. Alexander half-anticipated the sound of birds and insects, quiet radio-chatter and someone further back in the line cursing the damned jungle, but this was Florida, not 'Nam. Thankfully Alexander soon stepped into what used to be a repair shop for cars, the once again AC'ed air hitting his old face like a good smack to the face. Inside he recognized the Asian guy from earlier, Tesla who'd taken the mould of his stump. The other man he didn't recognize, but he gave them a polite smile both as he limped inside.

Alexander looked for a moment worried as Atticus took Thalia aside to talk with her alone, leaving ol' Mugsy alone in the room with Tesla and Volt. What were they going to do with him? This was the first time Alexander had been alone with any of the Mexico Beach people. But he followed Volt's orders as he sat down in the chair in front of him, watching Tesla bring over something wrapped in a towel. The worry in Alexander's face slowly washed away as he saw what Tesla brought over; His new leg. Alexander had to chuckle as Tesla told him no one would see the difference if he wore pants. "Pants, in this state? Good one, Tesla, good one." Alexander said jokingly to him, but became serious afterwards. "But thank you, I appriciate it. Really." If people couldn't see he had lost his leg, perhaps they wouldn't see him as less of a man? He hoped…he really hoped so.

The old veteran payed closed attention to Volt's and Tesla's instructions on what the prosthesic was made out off, how it worked and how to adjust it. To someone used to dismantling an M16 and a Prick 25 on the spot, it didn't seem like magic to him. But he had to admit that he was impressed on what they'd managed to put together for him. It felt odd to put the leg on, having it sucked to his stump , but it worked. It actually worked! Alexander began to test his new leg, walking around the room first with the crutches, then without. The latter was when Alexander couldn't stop grinning like a little kid. He could walk! The veteran forced back and down the tears and laughter that longed to escape him, but he still smiled. "I…I'm speechless, this is fantastic! You two really know your shit…sorry, language." Alexander said to the two of them, as Thalia and Atticus eventually returned after a long time. Who knew what they had talked about? Alexander wanted to ask, but that was best asked later. So Alexander just looked up at Thalia and gave her a big smile. "How do I look?"

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Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (Conference Room)
Skills: N/A

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Unlike the Pictish warrior who'd voiced his concerns quite loudly and brashly earlier that week, Nigel "Hadrian" thought that Hunter was acting less aggressively than what he had feared. Not entirely normal in old-world standards, but from what Nigel had gathered on his behaviour, Hunter seemed reasonable enough as Nigel asked him if he could join. Nigel hadn't expected Erica to join him, but he turned to her and smiled at her as they now were three, which now officially made them a crowd. Nigel turned back to Hunter as he told them "sure", and nodded to this being fun. "If none of us have played for that long, we'll all be even then." Nigel said to both Hunter and Erica, as he started looking for another cue.

While he searched, Nigel too noticed the changing of the guards and the coming interviews. While Panama were taking out Wayne for the first interview and Mayor simply left, they now had two new contenders in the Coloseum; Wolverine who took Mayor's place and Checkbook sitting down between the group playing cards and the ones playing pool. Nigel couldn't help but think Checkbook acted a whole lot like a student of his, as she greeted Nigel and the group while popping her gum. With the skateboard, she would have slipped perfectly into one of his classes, most likely late as always and feet slung up on the table. He nodded back to her and returned the greeting with a "Good day.", before he turned back to the business at hand.

Pool.

First Wayne had gone and gone back after about 15 minutes, and afterwards one of the two old guys left too. The latter was gone a while longer, but Nigel payed more attention to the game of pool they were having. Hunter asked them who wanted to break, and Nigel stepped in to take the mantle. "Sure, I'll start." Nigel said as he took the cue and lined up the shot. It was not a good one, which Nigel would blame on a lack of experience the past years. Playing pool was not something he thought a lot to practice after the Undead took over the world. But he kept his annoyance to a disgruntled sigh, and passed the cue over to Erica in the end. While he waited, might as well try to make friends. Even Rome found use of the Gauls they conquered, perhaps Hunter could become trusted too? "So speaking of highschool, which one did you attend? Used to be a highschool teacher myself, and if we'd had pool tables back there…now that would have been nice." Nigel asked Hunter, before quickly adding ""Hadrian", or Nigel by the way. It's been too many new names to learn these days, you know?"

After another half an hour later, the old man returned from his interview, and Nigel himself was called on by Panama. Nigel gave a thoughtful look to Erica, not concerned or worried, but more wondering how the interview would be. How he would weather whatever questions they had for him. "I'll be back soon, I'll be fine. Enjoy the game, both of you." Nigel told Erica and Hunter, leaving the pool table and following Panama out of the Conference room and to where he would have his senatorial hearing, so to speak.

It took a little longer for Nigel to return from his interview than Manny, about 45 minutes or so. As he returned to the others and going back to the pool table with Erica and Hunter, he couldn't help but think over the interview. First of all it was both a pleasent yet strange sensation to be in the presence of a fellow partaker in the education of the masses. Secondly the seconds were a mixed bag, some of which he personally felt he'd handled well, others…Surely he couldn't have failed on the questions, could he? It had been quite useful that Nigel "Hadrian" had been a motivated teacher he used to be, but one questions troubled him as he walked over to Erica and Hunter. The one about himself.

Who he was.

"…so…who won? Want a rematch?"

PXO: Alpha Academy

Bentley

Level: 3
Day/Time: Day Three - Evening
Location: The Forbidden Lands Temple (Plains south of Temple: F5)
Tag: @Holy Soldier @DracoLunaris @DJAtomika @Tenma Tendo
Word Count: 334
Experience: ////////// ////////// ////////// (8/30)

And like one said in these sorts of situations, "The game is afoot!" Bentley's right robotic arm extended from the side of his wheelchair, giving Delsin a thumbs up of approval as he elaborated his smoke power's utility in their task. Taming horses certainly wouldn't be an easy task, but as the trio of unlikely comrades raced across the green, open plains, Bentley felt confident that their combined abilities would prevail! To Tiz Bentley extended his left robotic arm in the same thumbs-up gesture. Though not before Delsin had gone ahead and began their operation a little sooner than Bentley would have liked. They didn't even have a name for it yet!

But if there was someone who knew how to adapt a plan, it was Bentley. With Delsin surging forth towards the horses, Bentley looked at Tiz getting into position as well, a smile forming on his turtle face. "Operation Smokey Cowboys is a go!"

Tiz really knew what he was doing, Bentley thought, and Delsin was doing his part as best one could hope. Then it was Bentley, who as less than graceful in the overgrown grass they operated in. But with his two friends getting on the sides of the horses, who at this point were reacting cautiously to them and attempting to find an escape route with Tiz and Delsin blocking their path, Bentley had to act. But with what?

Bentley quickly realized he by no means had the size or strength to hold back the majestic horses, but his brain found another possibility. Bentley extended his robotic arms as wide as he could, effectively having a sizeable barrier between the alpha horses, her two flock members, and their escape. As Bentley rolled his wheelchair closer to the horses, assisting the others in blocking in the horses, both his robotic arms grabbed a sizeable robot-handful of grass and flowers. From the animals he and the Gang had dealt with on their adventures, offering food was far from the worst idea.

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

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Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location: Athribis
Skills: N/A

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Mahendra didn't say much as the Fellowship wandered deeper into the excavation area of Athribis, though he collected the various snippets of conversation going back and forth between the group's members, while he himself continued to look around them. The Bengali geologist/amateur archeologist was amazed, of course in a most gentlemanly and collected manner, at how the dig-site looked. Now he did not see anything especially interesting, as his mind was occupied by the conversations and himself comparing the sight to those he'd taken part in, but Mahendra could not help but smile. This was the closest he'd gotten to taking part in a proper expedition to Egypt, and perhaps he would never get this close again?

As they left the rampaging assault of the goat behind them, Mahendra turned his attention briefly towards Gene and her unmannerly behaviour, giving her a stern but polite look. "That may be, Miss Benaszweski, but with all due respect we are not here to have fun. Unless you are ready to start playing in the sand, dear miss." Mahendra told her, frankly annoyed the lack of seriousness Gene was taking to this mission. Lauren shared the basic opinion of Gene, she however put it fourth in a more logical manner, to which Mahendra could agree.

"Now that, Lauren, is true. Though I do not know how much time we have to spare in order to do a search like that. It is not as simple as sticking a shovel in the sand and digging. Archeology is a systematic art, time-consuming and very delicate." Mahendra continued, before continuing after Lauren's question of security. "I certainly hope not, though I find that hope unlikely. So we must show dilligence, else we get caught…Lord Major, Sir, do we have…what is you English call it again…Alibi?" While Mahendra asked the Lord Major for the word his Bengali tounge rarely used, he quickly looked around for something that might aid them if they indeed had to start their own excavation, ad-hoc.

Roll request for Mahendra

Characters current location: Athribis
Characters attempted actions: Mahendra is looking for any tools that might be useful to their quest in the dig-site. Shovels, small picks, anything that can be useful.
Any and all skills being used: Geology, Excavation
Why each skill is being called: Geology in order to know what sort of tools might be useful to work with the rocks and sands of Egypt, and Excavation in order to know what tools can be useful in a dig-site such as this.
Desired location: Athribis, still following Bella and the Fellowship

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Richard Barker

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Location: Athribis
Skills: Observation, People-Reading, Deduction

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Jesus H Christ, his nose was hurting real bad. Worse than getting trampled over by the military band on a hot 4th of July after a far too long night the previous day. Richard had felt a similar pain before, also in regards to his nose. Sufficient to say, getting your nose cut open by a barber knife was a real painful experience, and this wasn't any better. Richard forced himself to sit down in his seat, clutching his nose in agony and in an attempt to stop the bleeding. He was one lucky man to have Faye by his side, something he was unlikely to tell her himself, as she quickly held some napkins over his nose. What would he do without her?

"Thanks, kid…" Richard managed to say through painful, gritted teeth as he controlled his breathing, feeling his every heartbeath amplify the pain in his nose. Thankfully nobody appeared to pay them any attention. Good, he'd already made a fool of himself several times over the past day. "That, or I might just get stupidly drunk and end it myself…" Richard replied quietly to Faye's cautionary words, not a hint of irony in his voice. But he agreed, it was time to get off that fucking cursed train. He didn't tell her, but he gladly accepted her help as he slowly stood up from his now blood-stained seat with Faye's assistance.

Richard began to exit the train, one hand holding the cocktail napkin over his nose and the other hiding the mangled mess underneath his fedora for the moment. He'd rather not attract any more attention to themselves than needed, unless he wanted a doctor. Which he frankly did, he wasn't an idiot. Exiting the train and finally stepping into what folks called Athribis, Richard looked around for anyone who could help him. His mangled nose was really getting in the way of their investigation, and he needed it fixed. But it was clear it was like a kid asking for a bottle of milk in the middle of the Wall Street Bombing; people were too occupied saving their own skins in the chaos of a goat to bother about a tourist with a bloodied nose. Typical, just like home. "Looks like we're on our own for now, kid. Something bad swept through here…" Richard said to Faye, his words muffled by the napkin and fedora, as he looked around again for someone else.

Roll request for Richard

Characters current location: Athribis
Characters attempted actions: Richard would like to find someone reasonably calm and ask them a few quick questions; What just happened here, and where's the Americans in charge of the local dig?
Any and all skills being used: Observation, People-Reading, Deduction.
Why each skill is being called: Observation for looking around the mess that is Athribis for someone, People-Reading for seeing if they're calm enough and worth asking, Deduction to put these pieces of information together.
Desired location: Athribis, moving into the area properly.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Robert Adler

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

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Oh this was just getting more and more on Robert's nerves, the attitude of Rapture. Not only was he overly-bragging about his capabilities with a computer and all the technological gizmos it involved, but he had the balls to stand there and shit on Robert. Robert really wanted to step up and give the kid a piece of his mind, but for the moment he kept his mouth shut tight, only audible breaths going in and out of his nostrils as he watched the kid do his work. They needed him still, whether the over-worked insurance agent liked it or not.

Robert too looked in confusion as Rapture packed up his things and began to leave. Already? Robert's confused looked fused back with his annoyed one; Rapture clearly didn't like Robert either. At least they could agree on that. As Adelaide and Robert were left alone, Robert pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers, glad to finally have the geeky brat out of his hair. For now. Adelaide left the back room, and Robert followed shortly after having muttered to himself. "Fuckin' aye...Who taught him his manners?"

Back out in the store, Robert nodded back to Adelaide as she wanted to grab some things and leave. "Yeah, you and me both. Want me to grab the files from the Vault too? I need a few things from my apartment. Meet down here again in ten minutes?"

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (Conference Room)
Skills: N/A

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It was clear that it was not only Alexander and Manny who had some form of reactions to the home-video of Thalia and Gavin. Victor, the Frenchman who Alexander was sharing a room with slid down onto the floor. Victor was a good man, Alexander thought after having shared a few nights in the same room. He just hoped Victor and Jack thought the same back at him, especially if they had heard his crying. Alexander turned his gaze towards Ash as he commented on what was going on in the video, throwing a remark as heavy as a Daisy Cutter at Wayne before quickly leaving for a quiet corner. It was a sight Alexander had seen all too many times himself, an certainly a sea of emotions he had felt too.

Alexander was tempted to go and talk to Ash, though a series of things stopped him. The first was that he didn't know what to say. Perhaps he should have told Ash to breath, like so many others had told himsef? But Tatiana was quickt to follow her former punching-bag, and it was probably best to leave the two, for a moment three with Victor, alone. The second reason was Manny. Alexander looked back at Manny as he recived a comradly pat on his shoulder from his fellow baby-boomer, a wistful smile forming his lips. "If I'm a good man, then you're a Saint, Manny. But yeah, me too. Perhaps I'll end up looking like a Terminator or something?" Alexander tried to say in a witty tone, standing up on his one foot and two crutches, as the third reason was presented.

Atticus told them that Thalia and Alexander were to follow him and recieve their prosthesis for their leg and arm. It would be a nice change to finally walk again somewhat normally, after having used the peg-leg that rather medieval in nature. As Alexander got up and limped over to Atticus, he looked one final time back at Manny with a "I'll be right back, I'm sure. Take it easy, Doc." before he turned to Thalia. "Hey Thalia, you coming?"

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Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (Conference Room)
Skills: N/A

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So far nothing overly dramatic had taken place in the conference room, nothing compared to what had happened the first day they got there. Nigel "Hadrian" noticed that more people had gathered around the television to watch the singing, but that Ash the soldier perhaps hadn't reacted as well to the sight as the others? Hank had gone and pulled off the regular "don't know, don't care" attitude towards the tape, while Tatiana went to gave Wayne a well-deserved Ottoman slap for his comment. Nigel stiffled a sudden outburst of a quiet laughter, since he'd want to slap Wayne for a very long time, but the already heavy mood of the room made him only cough.

Nigel "Hadrian" went back to reading his book on the Fall of Rome, already having made up his mind on several key points on the author's work. Edward Gibbon had written the book well over 200 years ago, and Nigel was eager to point out what he either thougth or knew was wrong with his case, though there probably wouldn't be anyone who wanted to ask him. It was then that Atticus, the Athenian priest entered the room like a long-awaited senator in the Senate, ready to speak. Nigel put away his book and listened to what their priest had to tell, both about two of them getting their prosthetis and the coming interviews of the survivors. By now it was getting just too loud for Nigel's liking to read for himself, and he looked around the room to see if he could join the others in some activety.

Some were still gathered around the now turned off television, Erica was playing Pac-man alone, while the others not standing in a corner behind a bookshelf or getting ready to leave with Atticus, were playing cards. Erica, Nigel didn't want to bother her if she was busy, and he wasn't overly-eager to join Hank after that night. If he could have some time away from him, the better. That left one person he hadn't exchanged words with before. Hunter. Nigel wasn't sure of his decision, but he made his way over to the pooltable where Hunter was setting up shop. Perhaps after a few days in here, the young soldier with some anger-managment issues had calmed down? And if they were going to stay in Mexico Beach, perhaps it was for the best to extend an olive branch? "You're any good in pool?" Nigel asked Hunter casually, acting calm and trying not to upset the young man. "Mind if I join? Haven't played pool for a long time, so I'm quite rusty. Hunter, was it?"

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

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Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location: Athribis
Skills: Excavation

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"Very well then, Sir." Mahendra replied in agreement to the Lord Mayor, who took both interest and approval of his observations around the dig-site. Where doubt had set in as to Mahendra should both show vigilance in this unknown territory and voice his suspicions to his would-be superiors, a sense of confidence and duty filled up Mahendra's chest at the Lord Mayor's words. Mahendra politely refrained from commenting on the Lord Mayor's thoughtful distraction, but gave him a firm nod to the latter. "Improbable, yet undeniable. Those words are worryingly fitting, if I must say so. But yes, I'm more befitting the art of excavating, so I shall d my outmost. Sir."

Without further ado, the very floodgates of the Ganges was unleashed upon the unsuspecting visitors of Arthribis. Of all the things that could have caused this madness of the masses; camels, horses, lions, crocodiles or even elephants, Mahendra watched in disbelief as a goat roamed around the area, causing people to scream and run in utter insanity. Now true, the goat was trying to eat both people and things alike, but to Mahendra that did not seem out of the ordiary…too much. But like Bella said, this was both interesting and it would appear this was the signal for them to move.

Mahendra suit after the Fellowship as they left the goatly madness behind them, and made their way under a separating rope towards their non-tourist trip. As Lauren asked what they should be looking out for while behind the barriers and the Lord Major complimented Mahendra's earlier observation, the Bengali geologist-turned-assistant tried to repeat his earlier observational success as they continued to head deeper into the unknown. But nothing stuck out to him as he tried not to fall too far behind Bella and the rest. "While I may be of assistance in the areas clearly avoided by the excavators, we may have more fruitful findings with the already dug-up parts of the ruins."

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Richard Barker

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Location: Benha (Train to Athribis)
Skills: Observation, People-Reading, Deduction

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"You're da…you're right that something odd happened here's away, that much's for certain…" Richard repeated after Faye in agreement, something wasn't right with this whole package. A riddle all tied up in an enigma, a question within a question, and all that jazz. Richard was about to voice his opinion again, but he easily noticed that Faye was closing her eyes and trying enjoy the train ride. He couldn't blame her. They weren't the best of partners, regardless of who was the odd one out of the two. So Richard tried to enjoy the ride as well, mouth shut and air breating in and out of his scarred nose. Though the words still kept crashing around his mind, a maelstrom of clues, unsolved cases and Richard's failures in general.

It didn't take long for the train to finally reach their destination, Athribis, much to Richard's satisfaction. Like he said, he wasn't a big fan of trains after his stalking of the ol' husband. He was eager to get out and do some actual work that might be worthwhile their time, and Richard's dearly-needed money for rent. Richard sat up straight in his chair and was getting ready to stand up, when he too noticed it. The Chaos. Up ahead in Athribis, something was wrecking hell more than a wild dog let loose in a china shop. "What the…What's going on?" Richard asked no one in particular, though he instinctively turned towards Faye as he asked. Then again, how would she know? Odd things kept happening, and Richard wanted to find out what exactly.

"Excuse me, I'm just going to…" Richard began to apologize to Faye as he reached out, getting ready to stick his head out of the window to get a better look. But Richard, poor Richard was having no luck. What he did have was an already damaged nose, too much speed and a closed window. Richard rammed his face head-first into the train's window, his nose contacting it with a solid crack. "OW! Son of a bitch!" It wasn't difficult to figure out why Richard cursed loudly. As he realed back in pain, blood spewed from his face, Richard cluching his hand tightly around his nose as he pulled off his tie to stop the bleeding. "Jesus Christ!"

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Robert Adler

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

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For all the staring Robert did at the computer screen behind Rapture, Robert couldn't make heads or tails of what the hell was going on. It was just a bunch of zeroes and ones flying across the screen, and for all his skill in in maths, this wasn't working. Robert sighed in annoyed defeat at his failure, knowing that since he couldn't do it, they needed Rapture more than ever. Robert wasn't liking Rapture, but if he was who they had...Robert sighed again to himself, biting in a sarcastic comment that he wanted to give, but probably wasn't deserved by either Rapture or Adelaide. Not now at least.

Robert looked over at Adelaide, giving her words about the tapes already having been watched through. "Except for a name of a mysterious hacker and what we've already got, Adelaide, I'm not sure what else we can do." Robert said back to Adelaide, then turned his attention to the nerdy kid with an attitude way bigger than he deserved. "Not much is a cakewalk these days, but we're counting on you. We don't have much choice." Robert continued to tell Rapture, leaning back in his chair and looking up at the ceiling, not knowing what to say or do. They could probably go over the FBI-files while driving to Grimm, so what else could they do while Rapture was at work? "What else are you finding then, kid? If not left behind by Prometheus, anything else? The Pope, the guy next door, anyone?"

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (Conference Room)
Skills: N/A

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After having lived so long on the very much deadly road, getting back into a regular schedule with little risk of imminent death was as irregular to Alexander as the first night in a proper bed, but at the same time it was an immense relief to the man who clearly needed some order in his life. It was the most difficult on the first day, just like the first week in boot-camp or the first engagement in the jungle. It didn't help that ol' Mugsy's stomach couldn't handle the completely unfamiliar diet on the first day, but the old grunt had had his fair share of those moments back during the war. It was bad, but not enough to stop him for long, and after a day his biggest issue was getting used to life behind the safety of walls. That, and conversing with the new people.

All of this made Alexander more than happy to get his hands on something solid to do. And as it were the case, he was assigned with Jack his fellow bunk-mate to clean the men's showers, sometimes with one of the younger girls who had their heads shaven clean. Alexander enjoyed it. Cleaning was something he enjoyed doing, and had ever since Judith taught him it didn't have to be a chore. And then it was a good excuse to not staying too close to either Jack or Amelia if he didn't want to talk, he could always excuse himself and limp off to clean some other part of the showers. All in all, Alexander enjoyed the routines and feeling useful again. Even if he now mostly used his crutches and not the self-made pegleg.

Over the next couple of days Alexander was checked on by Tesla, alongside Thalia, Alexander was thankful for Shears giving the old man a much needed hair-cut besides the shaving he had already done in the showers and trimming it to a reasonable lenght, but most importantly to Mugsy was when Atticus came to do as good Catholic priests do. Alexander hadn't prayed in this way for years. It felt nice, it felt normal. He prayed for many different things; thanking for their food, their safety, the safety of his friends, and forgiveness. For what he prayed for forgiveness for, he didn't say, but God already knew that. And he needed that, as he grew weary of the interviews Gunny informed them of.

What would they ask him? What would he tell them?

On the fourth day Alexander had once again helped cleaning the men's showers as best he could, limping around on one leg and two crutches. They were a whole lot better than what he used before, less strainous on his tired, old bones. Then it was breakfast, a heavenly cup of coffee, and another day of quarantine. Alexander had been sitting alone at a table for his breakfast, just sitting and enjoying a moment of silence for himself. Nobody seemed to be nagging him for the moment, and he had the time and energy to not fear of being mauled to death by a walker, so he enjoyed every second of it. When Panama asked anyone if they'd want to play cards, Alexander was tempted to join in, but refrained from doing so. He still didn't like him after the whole speech about them "having had it easy", and it would take a while longer for him to let it slide.

However, as the loud-mouthed Wayne mentioned the video he put on to be of the Martins and he began to recognize one of the voices, Alexander took notice. He pushed himself out of his chair and humped over to the tv on his crutches, for a moment just standing there and staring at the tv-screen. Thana. Thana and Gavin. Alexander hadn't seen their faces for so long; Gavin's face he last saw cold, emotionless and dead after sacrificing himself in Eden; Thana when she left them in the house to search for supplies, never to return. And they were smiling. Alexander made his way over to the couch were Manny was sitting and watching as well, leaning on the couch and placing a hand on Manny's shoulder. "Never knew she could sing…"

Alexander missed Thana, if not as a friend then as their leader.

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Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (Conference Room)
Skills: N/A

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Unlike our beloved one-legged veteran, our less-beloved Neo-Roman's stomach didn't take the sudden change of diet as easy. Nigel "Hadrian" was no stranger to food-poisoning or pain in general, having experiened both over the years since Hades conquered the world. But Over the course of the two first days, he still had trouble with eating or eating, and moving in any manner a tad too quickly made his stomach as uneasy as the Pillars of Hercules. But on the third day, Nigel was feeling a lot better and could easily stand up without holding his belly. Wayne's problems were clearly not over though, and Nigel was more often than not holding his nose when in their bedroom. A gas mask would have been nice, the smell of burning pigs truly were demoralizing for the enemy, but he'd manage.

Nigel wasn't overjoyed when he was assigned to cleaning-duty in the female bedrooms, but he knew and understood that this was the labours put onto them as payment for their services, and he obliged. It had less to do with him working alongside Tatiana, and more with the fact he wasn't too comfortable cleaning up the bedrooms where the ladies had slept. It was odd, one would think the End of the World would make one desensitized to such things, but the normality of strong, protective walls was equally odd like that. Nigel however did as he was told, and tried to clean up their bedrooms to the best of his abilities, though he and Tatiana rarely exchanged words. Nigel couldn't blame her, he was a stranger to her, and she was clearly dealing with a titanic boulder on her shoulders. The image of Tatiana's scars on her back was still very much burned into his mind, more so thanks to his suspicions of what caused them. He shuddered at the thought, but tried to hide it from her.

Boiling oil was one grusome, yet effective way to fight off a besieging army, one could say.

It was the fourth day now, and Nigel could be found sitting in a quiet corner and reading a book. Sitting in the same area and doing the same as Nigel was Amelia, who Nigel had worked with a few times as she was the replacement for Tatiana, though Nigel couldn't say they had spoken much. He enjoyed the peace and quiet though, as he could finally read a book. After so many days just sitting in front of the tv and simply watching it, Nigel "Hadrian" had gotten tired of old vhs-movies with commentary provided by Hank and Wayne. In the end Nigel had asked for something to read, and Panama had in true Maldonado-Wright fashion brought Nigel a book. "The Decline and Fall of The Roman Empire". At first Nigel "Hadrian" had sighed at the obvious joked being pulled on him, but at this point he was just happy to read something that didn't involve Lazy-Town. So now Nigel was sitting in said corner and reading quietly through a book as much about the Fall of Rome as a history of how to percieve the Fall of Rome. Even if it was old news, it was better than watching paint dry.

Nigel too looked up once the video was put on the TV. He recognized a few of the people on the Martin's video, except for the tall man playing the guitar. The lady doing the singing looked familiar to Nigel, though he had trouble placing her face somewhere…was she the older version of the girl in the pictures he found with the Martins family? Nigel looked at Wayne and rolled his eyes at his drink-buying comment, wondering what sort of hornet's nest he would be opening today. One of the old guys, Alexander his name was Nigel thought, said something about him not knowing she could sing. Nigel could agree, though he was not a country-guy himself. But he could enjoy it nonetheless, as the others did.

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

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Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location: Athribis
Skills: Natural Geography

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And thus it was decided, it would seem. The Fellowship would disregard the voiced questionable expertice of the Egyptian tour-guides and head straight to the source; The dig-site. Mahnedra would find it interesting to find himself once again in a proper sight of excavation, after having spent too long outside of one. He missed his time excavating the Norman castles in England, and unlike their need for someone proficient in Egyptology, excavation was something Mahendra could contribute to. Though he did raise a brow at the whispering between their self-declared guide Bella and J.C., something about a distraction? Lauren beat him to questioning it, however, and so he would not pick it up himself.

Now Mahendra was not familiar with specifically Egyptian excavations, but as they began strolling towards their intended destination, he felt a sense of excitement grow in him. Pushing aside the dreadful feeling of fear and death from earlier, it was a nice change of scenery. Speaking of scenery, Mahendra casually looked around the Fellowship as they moved, looking at the never-ending landscape of desert, people, ruins and less-ruined structures. He wasn't sure was he was looking for, but as his eyes moved around the landscape, something stuck out to him. Mahendra paced forward to reach the Lord Major, getting within talking distance.

"Lord Major? I am not certain it is a cause for concern, but I find this interesting." Mahendra quietly tried to get the Lord Major's attention, his head nodding at various areas as he continued. "Do you see, Sir? Some of those areas, they appear as if they should be part of the excavations and whatnot. But they aren't, not even by the tourist guides. If I may spoke boldly, Sir…" Mahendra stopped for a moment of dramatic effect, looking at the non-used areas. "…it appears they are being avoided. Appears, I must point out, I have only my suspicions or thoughts. Sir."

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Richard Barker

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Location: Benha (Train to Athribis)
Skills: Deduction

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Richard leaned back in the reasonably worn-out train seat he had beside Faye, enjoying the comfort he could give to his sorry ass once in a while as he looked arond the train cabin. As the train was pulling out of the station and the landscape was pushed past the windows, Richard was leaning more and more on the point that fewer people meant fewer prying eyes on the unlikely duo. Richard noticed that people were minding their business, which frankly was something more people this day and age should do. Stop spying at the neighbours through your window every waking hour of the day and feed your damn cat!

Then again, who was going to pay Richard to snoop around then? Yeah, it was a neccesary evil that put bread on Richard's table. Not for breakfast, mind you.

With few to no one bothering him and Faye, Richard rested his head for a moment backwards on his seat, continuing to use his fedora as a fan in a heat he swore was going to kill him someone, 'less he do it first. Something was grinding inside his head. A question. "Who's the Americans?" He asked Faye, not looking at her as his eyes rested looking up at the ceiling. Richard tried to remember, had he heard anything about Americans digging in the huge sandbox that was Athribis. It was a long shot, he wasn't as consumed by the whole Egyptology fad that most upper-class wine-sippers were back home. As he grinded his gears, nothing came to mind. Typical, perhaps he should start reading some books or something?