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

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Mahendra Huq Zalil & Richard Barker

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Location: Athribis (Underground)
Skills: Geology, Excavation, Understanding of local Egyptian superstition - Observation, Deduction

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One again they were making progress down in the darkness, hopefully brushing away the proverbial layers of dirt and soil that had hidden some buried gem Since Time Immemorial. They had been standing around for a long time now, both discussing the best ways to approach their mysteries down in the tunnel and dealing with the two newcomers, but it would seem that had been decided on by several members of their Fellowship. Most importantly was the Lord Major's authority that settled the issue. Mahendra himself was still weary of these two new Americans, but perhaps they could be of use? Like the Lord Major said, in the very least now they wouldn't run into them if and when the time to leave came. Mahendra gave a friendly smile to Lauren who volunteered to hold the rear, and a polite nod to the Lord Major for his consideration. But now, down into the dark tunnel with Nora and Gene he went!

Richard turned sligthly to give Faye a glancing look with his eyebrows raised, before looking back at the odd troupe of fellow Yanks, Limeys and the one Indian fella who were beginning their descent into darkness. It had worked, surprisingly well and without the need for violence; They were in. Richard looked at the older military man and gave him the tip of his hat at his confirmation that they could come along, before beginning to follow them himself. "Yeah, I'd like to keep myself from turning into an Egyptian roadkill for a few more years. Thank you, Sir." Richard said back casually to the Lord Major, looking ever so often over at Faye to make sure he kept close to her. They were with the group, but were they safe still? And why wasn't his eyes adjusting to the darkness? Was he the only one was dealing with this?

"You have my word, dear Miss Kingston. And thank you." Mahendra felt a weight fall from his chest with Nora taking his apology, as he followed her and Gene downwards and kept his wits about him. Not that his attention for traps was needed it seemed, not with Nora's expectionally expertice. Perhaps it would have helped if neither the haze obscured his eyes, or Gene wasn't bombarding him with more troubling words, to which Mahendra looked at her with shock and a certain disdain. "Well I've never…I will not even bother with a response to such vile accusations of my character! Not now…Miss." Mahendra responded to Gene with equally curt words like Nora, though he kept true to his word and didn't say any more. Perhaps later when they were on the boat, he would protest her intrusive and reckless behaviour to the responsibles of the Fellowship. For now, they were working.

Thanks to Nora and her excellent pathfinding, they soon found their way down the dark tunnels illuminated by their burning torches, to eventually stand before a wall. A very solid wall, to which Belladonna was presumed to be found behind. "Some kind of mechanism…?" Mahendra repeated after Nora's assumption, watching her for a moment inspect the wall. If Belladonna was behind that wall, then time was of the essence! Mahendra began to inspect their general area for such a mechanism. Now he didn't find any levers, door handles or anything that was an overly obvious mechanism, but something did stick out to the Bengali geologist. Cats, or one of the cats. "This image, the cat one. It is more carved than the others on the wall. As if it is more important or more recent, maybe? Could this be it?"

Richard wasn't an academic of any sorts, not like the eggheads up front he presumed were leading the charge. The only smarts he could brag about were not so elegant as one roaming around a library or university. He couldn't explain to you how Roman architecture had shaped western civilization, or the intricate doings of cells, but if you needed to find someone and beat the truth out of them, Richard was your man. For now as they descended further and further down into darkness, Richard was of the earlier. Torch in one hand and his cigarette going back and forth from his dried lips, Richard listened to the tense exchange of words up ahead. He had no idea what the beef between them was, but right now he wasn't about to ask as he gave Faye another look of "Tough crowd". He did take note of the names being thrown around, trying to attach them to the individual members. "Name's Barker, by the way. If we're going the same way, might as well introduce myself." Richard introduced himself to the Lord Major, refraining from asking his name. Best not to push too hard for information just yet.

What he did push for, so to speak, was his nose and its ability to function after years of damage and bullshit. As they went further and further down, one of the American ladies asked Richard and Faye if they saw or smelled anything odd. "…No? Do you…" Richard began to ask back, until his nose registered it too. Smoke? Instinctively Richard raised his hand and looked for his sleeve on fire again, until he realized he must have looked like an idiot as it was just fine. "Well now that you mention it, Miss, I do smell something." Richard's trained detective eyes scanned their subterrainian surroundings, his nose working like a blood hound pulled out of a Sherlock Holmes book as he tried to pinpoint where the smell came from. While he didn't see anything, probably thanks to that cursed haze that was still messing with his vision, his nose for once worked. "That wall." Richard pointed at the wall some of them were studying like a critic studied a new art museum. "I suspect it's coming from behind it, the smell. What,did you lose someone behind that wall?"

Roll Request - Mahendra

Characters current location: Athribis, Underground. The Wall.
Characters attempted actions: Mahnedra would like to take a look at the deeper carving of the cat with the torch and his magnefying glass, to see if he can make any sense out of it.
Any and all skills being used: Excavation, Understanding of Egyptian superstition
Why each skill is being called: Excavation to pull from his experience in dig-sites and such, and Understandng of Egyptian superstition to see if he can remember anything of exploding cats and deeper-carved symbols.
Desired location: Athribis, Underground. The carved cat that was carved deeper than the rest..

Roll Request - Richard

Characters current location: Athribis underground, standing back with the group.
Characters attempted actions: Richard is trying to make a guess on what the smoke could be; Gasoline, oil, wood, cigarettes, booze, human flesh, you name it. It's not normal for an ancient ruin to have smoke like this, after all. Right?
Any and all skills being used: Deduction.
Why each skill is being called: Deduction to put together the pieces of information he can garner from smelling and guessing what the smoke could be.
Desired location: Athribis underground, not moving anywhere particular.

🧚🏻‍♀️ 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)
Skills: N/A

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People were taking care of each other, Alexander thought as his eyes once again wandered around their little Paradise, locked behind guarded doors. The two young women took to their own, one comforting the other it looked like. Ashton and Thana Blue were having some private time with themselves over in a couch, both he couldn't think anything but that they probably deserved it. He didn't know about Ashton and what he had been dealing with, what he was still dealing with now, but he didn't need to speculate. He found himself in the proud and most certainly experienced soldier, seeing himself. Only that he didn't have anyone's warm embrace to comfort him when he came back home…

Thalia and Beatrice were doing their own thing, something…The O's? Alexander had to chuckle at the sight, his thoughts immiedatly drawn back to Eden and that cabinet they found weapons, ammo and cans of spaghetti soup. And the rest were tending to their own, which they should. Alexander returned his attention back to his little group of people and the one of them he knew best. Manny had asked him if he was all right, and Alexander nodded. Without saying anything at first, Alexander turned to Manny and placed his hand on his shoulder, just as a sign that he was there. "Yeah, I'm good. Just been a long day and week in general, but I've seen worse." Alexander reassured his fellow Baby Boomer, letting his answer sink in before he returned the question. "You? How are you holding up?"

There was something going on back on the floor…was Thalia and Beatrice fighting? Alexander looked in confused shock at first, looking back and forth between them two and Manny at his side, before slowly realizing they were only sparring. Nobody were going to intervene, so apparently everyone was okay with this. And looking at the two of them have that friendly fight, Alexander was okay with it too. As long as they didn't get too badly hurt. "Haven't seen a good practice fight for a while, or been in one. Used to practice close-quarters like that way back when…Perhaps I need some practice?"

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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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"Don't think I could spoil a movie like that, even if I wanted to. Spoil him how? Tell him how we ended up here in the present?" Nigel "Hadrian" replied to Erica as the group had that more or less serious conversation about the movie, little Jamie and themselves. As mentioned, he hadn't seen this one, so spoiling it would be pretty hard. Even if he had a degree in Ancient History and knew more about the subject than everyone combined in that room. Perhaps not the entire settlement, but close.

Nigel had to agree with Erica, Wayne was damn good with the kid. Like young Alexander of Macedon, who tamed the wild horse nobody else could, it was a sure surprise to behold. Nigel thought back to his earlier assumption of Wayne, wondering how their modern Caligua had been as a 'normal' person. Who were his family? But Nigel let the thought wander off, seeing Hank's revolted face and rolling his eyes while smiling. Hmm, perhaps Nigel "Hadrian" was starting to get to his unwanted rival too? Or perhaps they weren't so bad? Nigel didn't expect Hank telling him so, and nodded back to him. "Let it be so, then."

Finally Wayne made contact with Nigel "Hadrian", and he did not fail to impress him. "We'll see, Wayne. Someone's eventually got to teach him about the cornerstones of Western Civilization and swinging swords, you know?" Nigel defended himself, switching between watching the movie and little Jamie. He noticed the fighting as well, but like earlier none of their guards intervened, and so he let it drop. He wasn't going to object orally this time, 'less things turned bad. Which they did, but not for Beatrice or Thalia. Nigel watched as Wayne rushed over to Jamie's mother and father while the equvalant of Mount Vesuvius erupted. "And that's why I taught highschool kids."

Red Dead Reckoning

Location: Armadillo || Mentions: @RedVII[@Sad_Ogo]@Berlin@c3p-0h

It wasn't difficult for Erik to comprehend that his actions would garner such reactions that he got. He wasn't surprised, not one bit, he had just shot two men after all. So when the lady bartender who had just jumped the counter told him to get he preacher himself, Erik looked up at her with a calm and collected face. If she was going to lose her shit over this, he sure wasn't. "I would, my good madam, but I don't know where the preacher is." Erik casually told the quite temperamental lady. And not long after, the boss-woman also joined the conversation.

She was more polite than the freckled on, however her authority weighed heavier than the first one. "No, I'm not. With all due respect, ma'am, if I was, the saloon would be one of the last places I'd allow her to roam around." Erik still hadn't gotten an answer from the little girl on why she was there at all, and he suspected that he wouldn't be getting one either way. Some kids opened their mouth and never closed it if you got them started. Others rarely even spoke with their parents unless neccecary. Giving little Seven a kind look as she was finally given her glass of lemonade, Erik smiled at her and turned back to Roz behind the counter. "I like to think so too, ma'am. Just keeping an eye on her, being an responsible adult." Erik continued to tell Roz, lifting up his glass of whiskey and emptying the few last drops that had remained.

He was starting to doubt whether or not he was going to find any answers here, seen as he'd have to explain himself since he first set foot in that little town. "I will do that, my good lady, I will. But for now I just need another drink and some rest for my sore…" Erik began to tell her, stopping himself from saying the word "ass" and instead ending it on "…backside. But that man needs a preacher first, that sorry hombré. Could I get another glass of whiskey, ma'am`? Please."

Another man decided to get the Preacher there by sending another kid in the saloon out to get him. It was the same man who'd sat with the Mexican fella over at the poker game, or so he thought. It was difficult to discern what was going on outside from the counter where Erik sat. When he returned, the Mexican's friend, Erik would get a word in with him. If not for information, then in the very least his condolences and whether he could help.

Erik turned around in his seat when he heard someone call for the little girl. She had remained silent as ever, drinking from the lemonade Erik bought for her and making her way over to a man seated in the saloon. With or without the second glass of cheap American whiskey in hand, Erik got up and followed after Seven towards the table. Erik stood there for a moment, just looking at the stranger who told him she was called Seven. "Seven, aye?" Erik repeated her name, giving her a brief look with his innocent smile from before, before looking back again.

Did he say "Melbattons"? Erik looked at the man in disbelief for a solid handful of seconds, did he really have any clues on them? Before Erik could pry for more information, little Seven asked Erik bluntly if he was a bounty hunter. Draven's barking at her made Erik look back at the mysterious man, holding up his hand while telling him "No no, that's quite alright. The little lady is entitled to ask." Erik chuckled at the fact Draven repeated the question, pulling out a chair and taking a seat with them. "Yes and no, mister. I've been looking for the Melbattons for a while now. No, I'm not a bounty hunter. Not by profession or intention, if you understand? I have some unfinished…business with them. Personal, very personal. Do you know where I can find them, Mister…?"

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

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Mahendra Huq Zalil & Richard Barker

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Location: Athribis (Underground)
Skills: N/A - Observation, People-reading, Deduction

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Richard lifted up his free hand, placing the burning cigarette in-between his lips before reaching up to scratch his nose. Carefully. It was still hurting like the day after St. Patrick's 1911, but still in place. He listened to what the group of shady strangers were telling him, or rather, what they weren't. After his little introduction and subsequent apology to the fine gentleman of English descent and tight trousers, none of them even bothered to accknowledge his presence anymore. The older guy had turned his back on him, same had one of the American gals and the two others. Why, this was going south faster than…Richard was running out of metaphors. Perhaps it wasn't a fog that was making his vision blurry? Perhaps it was very detective spirit that was leaving his body, making him as useless as he felt?

Mahendra meanwhile was paying as little attention to the noisy American than he had done previously, focusing on their way forward and the members of the party who were ready to head into the unknown. Turning to the Lord Major, Mahendra was about to make a suggestion for the good old rear-guard action, when Nora spoke back to him. And not in a manner he was expecting. Mahendra's eyes widened some at her curt words, taken back by it. "…Miss Kingston, I…My deepest apologies, that was never my intentions." Mahendra attempted to apologize to Nora, not understanding how she took his words so wrong. He had merely did the gentlemanly thing of asking…perhaps she had misheard him?

Only one of them decided to give the American PI some more attention. It was one of the other American ladies, though Richard really had no way of knowing who she was. Of course, more humorous lines from a Broadway show thrown his way. Moving the cigarette from one corner of his mouth to the other, he looked at her, rolling his eyes at her words but scrutinizing the following line. Tell them who they were looking for, and they could come along? Was the gal trying to trick Richard? From what Richard could gather with his long and bloodied nose, expert eyes and experience, he figured she was telling the truth. Perhaps…

They were going down into the darkness, into the unknown in search of answers and Miss Belladonna. Who knew if they would discover either of the two, or the cold grasp of Death that would entomb them down there? The thought crossed Mahendra's mind, but he attempted to show it aside as he turned back to the Lord Major and the matter of the rear-guard. "If I may make a suggestion, Lord Major Sir? I would volunteer for such an important task, but my expertice is better suited up front or in the middle of our column. May I suggest that Miss Benaszweski does the honour? She is already fraternizing with the American…" Mahendra suggested to the Lord Major as politely and humble as he could, both out of its practicality and his growing issue with Gene.

And just like that, the cat was out of the proverbial bag. Faye stepped out from her cover and made her presence known. Richard watched her make her way over to him, listening to what she decided to tell the group. Perhaps she was right, these weren't the same people who caused the mayhem above ground, but then who were they? Perhaps Faye's more diplomatic attempt would work better with this crowd, so Richard let her speak, giving her time in the spotlight. Letting Faye finish her explaination, Richard let out a puff of cigarette smoke, chimming in his two cents. "What she said, and some of the Americans who apparently run this dig-site but are nowhere to be found. We just need to ask them some questions." Richard said briefly to the woman, sighing as he continued. "We don't want any trouble. Frankly I've been through enough crap today, as you can see. We're both private investigators, we can help."

With the Fellowship starting to make their way into the tunnel, Mahendra began to follow after Nora who was leading the charge into their Destiny! Mahendra would not take the lead, still feeling apologetic for having caused Nora to feel offended by his words. But he still stood by what he told the Lord Major, his expertice was better used up front. Holding out his burning torch to give the others some light, Mahendra began to survey the path ahead of them. Lauren's earlier and unanswered question about what kind of traps they would come across echoed through his mind, hoping they would not meet the same fate as Belladonna had.

Roll Request - Mahendra

Characters current location: Athribis, Underground.
Characters attempted actions: Also following Nora and looking out for traps or anything of interest down in the tunnel.
Any and all skills being used: Excavation, Geology, Understanding of Egyptian superstition
Why each skill is being called: Excavation to draw from his experience in archeology to see if anything of that sort sticks out to him, Geology to see if any of the rocks are looking unusual compared to the others, and Understanding of Egyptian superstition in order to pick out any markings or symbols that might stick out.
Desired location: Athribis, Underground. Following Nora and Gene down into the tunnel.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Robert Adler

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Location: Indiana(Entering Grimm)
Skills: N/A

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"Sounds like a lovely couple of people then. Perhaps we can get some answers as well…" Robert began to say back to Adelaide, chuckling at the Ozzy and Harriet comment as he turned away from the house. Now that was a show his parents had talked about a lot throughout his childhood. It was the type, no, the Show with capital S that Robert initally thought his own adult life would end up like. Sure there were some kind of trouble at home, but it was meant to turn out all right in the end.

Not standing outside an empty-looking house with an abandoned cop car parked outside, now emitting sounds of screaming and gunfire from the inside. Robert swallowed his own words, turning as quick as ever to see what the hell was going on. "What the…" Then someone else shouted in there, at least he thought it was someone else. Looking back at Adelaide, Robert began to make his way towards the house. "Call the cops, now! Whether or not they're here, clearly we need more police here!" Robert ordered Adelaide as he fiddled with something underneath his jacket. His hands would have been up in his face, rubbing his eyes to get rid of the accursed haze that was bothering him, but the shooting took priority right now. As annoying as it was, Robert didn't mind seeing shit if someone else was getting shot.

Robert jogged his way from where Adelaide had parked and up to the house, getting to the front door that stood ajar and pressing his shoulder up against the wall as he slowly pulled it out. His gun. This was not one of those days he wanted to use it, but the series of gunshots that came from inside didn't bode well. Especially not for the Tinder's and the cops who were not present. "Hello? Who's there? Don't shoot!" Robert shouted back into the house, leaning his head through open door, trying to see if he saw anything inside.

This was a stupid idea. But it was better than staying back and doing nothing, wasn't it?

Roll request Robert

Characters current location: Grimm,Indiana, Tinder house. Leaning in through the door.
Characters attempted actions: Peaking inside the house in order to see what is going on. Preferably without getting shot.
Any and all skills being used: N/A
Why each skill is being called: N/A
Desired location: Same as before.

🧚🏻‍♀️ 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)
Skills: N/A

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It wasn't Alexander's right to pry the others for what was going on, what the matter with them was. He had never really been that type of guy either asking about people's feelings. Probably inherited it from his own father who only rarely asked little Alex' how he was. Not in the sense of "How are you? Let me tell you about my day and…". No, he meant in a geniune and loving way that a father could ask his only son. Alexander had only been asked that when his father wasn't sober, and he hadn't been honest.

How much he regretted that…perhaps then his father wouldn't have…

Alexander wouldn't ask anyone, but he did notice the two girls sitting together away from the rest. One of them were sad, Amelia he thought her name was. Why? Was it the briefing? His natural sense of curiosity was unsurprisingly peaked, but he wouldn't ask. He didn't want people asking questions if…when he had had his 'episode'. Why was he to treat others any other way? So Alexander was understandably dissapproving when the other group began to theorize about the briefing, audibly coughing at it. Without words, but it was not their business. In due time they would be told, or not at all.

So much hinged on people acting like that. Like Alexander hoped. There were many things the veteran didn't wanted to be asked, much more he did wish to answer.

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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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This time Erica did follow Nigel "Hadrian" over to the tv and their two crazy grandparents. Good, it would have been awkward for her to follow him after asking her twice, not to mention the possible ire of said grandparents who were sure to create more mocking content for the coming month. There wasn't much space left to sit it seemed, Erika taking up the arm of the couch and the rest having piled in other spots. Nigel looked around for a moment, eyes glancing over little Jamie as he was more than comfortable sitting and standing on Wayne, before catapulting the idea of sitting on either Hank or Erica as quick as it had crossed his mind. Bad idea. "Did you miss us, Hank?"

Nigel "Hadrian" decided to slowly slide down onto the floor, leaning his shoulder and head against the couch arm that Erica had occupied, trying not to get in her way too much. Nigel smiled at Erica as he sat down, hoping she wouldn't mind. Looking at the tv-screen, he couldn't honestly say he'd watched the movie. It was clear to him it was 'inspired' by historical events and periods, as much as later European empires were inspired by Rome. While he waited for the imminent siege of Roman referances from Hank and Wayne, Erika posed the question he wondered about too; What had the largest group been briefed about? Wayne had is own idea of what they had talked about, something which actually made some mad sort of sense. Hell, even a broken clock was right two times a day.

"Whatever it is they talked about, I'm sure we either won't be told at all or when they find it fitting." Nigel threw his opinion into the conversation, looking at each of his little group of survivors. Perhaps Wayne was right, and their group were thrown out? With Wayne being around them, he wouldn't be surprised. Angry yes, but not entirely surprised. They had watched each other's backs before, and Nigel "Hadrian" would do it again. Even if he didn't like two-thirds of his companions. Turning back to Hank and his commenting, Nigel took the bait. "Anything you want me to tell the little man? Or would it ruin the movie for you?"

Red Dead Reckoning

Location: Armadillo || Mentions: @RedVII@Sad Ogo@Berlin

"Okei Erik…hva nå…What now?" Erik was talking to himself, again like so many times he had found himself sitting by himself. Be it in a saloon, a church, a low-life dump of a shanty town filled with the dowtrodden and…himself. Soon Erik was given his drink of whiskey, to which he duly paid as he got it and starting drinking. Now he wasn't a heavy drinker, never had. It was only after the murder of his parents and burning of their farm that he started taking to the bottle. It didn't fill the hole in his chest, but it helped.

So with the glass of whiskey in one hand and the wanted-poster in his other, Erik sat at the saloon counter and simply stared at the same faces he'd stared at so many times before. He was out of clues, out of leads and without any friends. "Come on, think. What now…"

Erik didn't expect anyone to answer his questions to himself, so when he heard the commotion going on behind him, he turned around to see what could be trouble. It was a saloon, trouble was a constant companion for these sorts of places. Erik couldn't make out all the conversation, but clearly someone was not happy with the outcome of a poker game and the Mexican-looking fella who won. Erik was about to get up, getting ready to step in and calm down the situation as guns were pulled, but someone else stepped in to play the role as diplomat. Good, things turned out better than expected. No one got shot, and even the barmaid thanked them with a bottle of their own. Now that was new, but Erik took that as the cue for minding his own business again.

Not that he got time to contemplate his own troubles, as someone bull-rushed through the swing-doors of the Armadillo saloon, vaulted over the counter and rammed into a cabinet…What on Earth was going on in this town? But nothing bad was happening at the moment, and so Erik turned back to his whiskey. The Devil's water, but these days, Erik had made a few deals with Him for the greater good.

"Well hello there, little Miss." Erik's attention was drawn to the little girl that walked up to the counter, asking the bartender for something less stingy than a wasp in a bottle. Poor thing, had some of these bastards tried to get her drunk? Turning to the same bartender the girl talked to, Erik pulled out some more money and raised his voice to her. "Hey bartender, get the girl a glass of lemonade. And no booze in it, woud you? Please and thank you." Erik ordered from the bartender, slowly not feeling surprised if anything like that could and had happened. But he gave them all the benefit of the doubt, and turned back to the girl.

"Drinking booze at your age isn't something I would recommend, Miss. Trust me, I talk from experience. May I ask what you are doing out here at this time?" Erik began to talk with the girl, wondering what on Earth a little girl like her was doing in a saloon out of all places? Was she trying to find and bring back her drunkard of a father? Did her mother work here, either behind or in front of the counter? "My name's Erik, what's yours?" But As he still held the wanted-poster there, another question became more interesting for him.

"Say, you wouldn't happen to have seen these men? You or your friends or parents?" Erik asked her instead, letting his previous musings go unanswered as he held out the wanted-poster for her to see. If she was in a saloon, God knew what else she could have seen. "These are some bad, bad men, let me tell you. Last time I've heard, they called themselves The Melbattons or something. Have you seen or heard of them?"

It wasn't supposed to be a quiet night in any manner, it seemed. Just as Erik had finished asking the girl about the gang he wanted dead, there was a series of shots coming from the outside. Erik was on his feet in a matter of seconds, having pulled out his revolver and making a run for the wall just beside the revolving doors of the saloon. If there was trouble ahead, Erik wasn't going to run away. Pearing his head out just enough to make out the scene on the street, he saw two men lying dead on the ground. One was the Mexican who had just won the poker game…

"You two, don't do anything more stupid!" Erik shouted at the two remaining men, who both turned as quickly as he had exited the saloon, guns aiming towards him. He had warned them, hadn't he? Before the two could pull off an easy kill on the blonde cowboy, Erik had planted two or three bullets in them and their guts. "…why do they always resist…" Erik holstered his gun, slowly making his way down the steps and towards the dead or dying men. The Mexian was dead, shot in the head. Erik sighed at the sight, closing his dead and empty eyes and quickly muttering something akin to a prayer in Spanish, before getting up on his feet and making his way back into the saloon. "Someone get the Preacher and the Sheriff, now. Looks like someone wanted revenge over justice out there…" He called out to the saloon, walking back to where he had been sitting only a few minutes before and downing the whole glass. "Duels…I hate duels, they never end good…"

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

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Mahendra Huq Zalil & Richard Barker

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Location: Athribis (Underground)
Skills: N/A - Observation, People-reading, Deduction

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Mahendra could not believe the audacity, the imprudence and the boldness that this new American had to not only disregard his own questions towards him, but also the fact that he turned the question back at them and threatened them like some common thug! How dare he!? Who did this man think he was? Mahendra was cautiously curious as to the identity of him, but he was more than happy to let the honourable Lord Major take charge of this confrontation. And Mahendra couldn't be more proud at his unofficial superior's handling of it, showing the dasterdly American some good, British diplomacy.

It still did trouble him the obscuring haze that befall the remainders of the Fellowship, all of which now agreed in their dissposition. Mahendra looked over to his American friend, Lauren, giving her a slight smile back at her words of madness. "Not more crazy than anyone else of us. This is something…something larger than life."

Richard was really not doing a good job it seemed. Rather than getting the jump on the group of strangers and possibly fishing out some small piece of clue or evidence out from their surprised lips, all he got was a stern talk from the older gentleman. Typical, that was your typical British stiff upper lip. Though he had to give it to the Army grandpa, even if it wasn't helping.

So it turned out the old grandpa was in fact an authority figure, according to himself. Perhaps it was the haze that ultimately was screwing around with Richard, but he did look a whole lot like he was military. The way he dressed, spoke and held himself all pointed to the British Army, which to Richard's annoyed revelation gave the man a whole more authority than the American archeologists had down in these tunnels. And from the tone of what Richard had just been told, pushing either lines of questioning wasn't a good idea. "I see…Sir."

Pushing the matter of the nosey American aside, Mahendra nodded in agreement to the Lord Major's suggestion of attending to their affairs. "Indeed Sir, let us do so." Mahendra turned and made his way over to Nora who had to his great respect done some rather impressive mapping of the way forward. Mahendra gave her a polite smile and an approving nod, holding his torch out towads the dark tunnel that awaited them. "Miss Kingston, would you like to have the honour of being the pathfinder, or shall I?"

Richard continued in his efforts to play it cool as he listened to what Faye whispered up to him. If he could have turned and given her his piece of mind, he'd tell her something along the lines of "No shit, Sherlock.". But she was right, he hadn't been the best detective right then and there. Wrong time and place to threathen someone with snitching. Clearly he needed a different approach, which was apparent with one of the ladies straight up laughing at him. Richard slowly put away his blackjack club back under his jacket, his right hand now free to smoke the cigarette to his heart's desire. "Look I'm sorry. I clearly shouldn't have asked. I'm just trying to find someone I thought was down here, but I'll back off. Okay?" Richard told the group, slowly stepping away from them and making sure he was not getting close to the hole in the ground. Oh great, how much was Faye going to make fun of this later on? And more importantly, where the hell were those Americans?

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Robert Adler

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Location: Indiana(Entering Grimm)
Skills: N/A

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Robert was having no luck in that car it seemed; First he couldn't read some easy-peasy files on the ride down south because he got car sick, then he had some terrifying nightmares that frankly hit a little too close for comfort, and now? Now he couldn't get online on his phone to do something useful. Robert sighed and grumbled in annoyance at his phone, giving it a few futile moments of a last attempt, before just giving up on the whole thing digging his phone back into a pocket. Clearly this wasn't a good time to be sitting on the phone. "Had anyone but you just told me that, I'd given them the benefit of the doubt. But you? I'm starting to warm up to Chicago again." Robert told Adelaide as they pulled up to what he presumed was their intended destination. His vision was still all weird and wonky, but the house looked normal…

Until Robert also noticed the cop car and the open door. Why were the cops there? Then again at the mention of Marc, it could make sense that they were there to inform of his demise. Robert sure didn't know, he didn't know anyone from Grimm or how things worked there. Getting out of the car with Adelaide, Robert rounded the car and stood leaning against it for a moment, just taking a look at the whole scene clad in that annoying haze. "How come? You think they're too nuts to be affected by…whatever it is?" Robert asked her, though it was more of a rhetorical question than anything. Why did she think this was affecting some, but not everyone? Though why did Robert assume it didn't? Robert really should have majored in something other than Law, perhaps chemistry or psychology, something that could explain the haze. "So who's these guys anyway? The Tinders? They know anything about this haze?"

Haze. Robert was already starting to dislike that word for all it was worth. Haze. Like his entire life was just one big, fat, unsuccessful haze.

🧚🏻‍♀️ 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)
Skills: N/A

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Alexander shot the loud-mouthed Wayne a narrow smile upon hearing that little Jamie, "Little Kick Ass" was doing just fine. He hadn't had the faintest thought that such a sweet little creature would feel safe in the arms of a man like Wayne, but now that he was sitting with them watching TV, he had to admit it warmed his ol' veteran's heart. In all the madness, death and destruction that had wrecked the world beyond recognition, this…this put a good feeling in Alexander. Just like the war in Vietnam painted a monstreous picture of the world to a young grunt from Chicago, there were still brief vignettes that had made him smile. Made him hope.

Alexander waved back and smiled at Manny as he joined them in enjoying the couches and Mel Brooks movie, reading the unusal silence in his usually talkative fellow baby-boomer as a sign that he needed some space. At least he would have wanted that himself. When Manny wanted to talk, Alexander would be there. But until then, Alexander indulged in the mute viewing of the TV and let his brain dip into low-gear. As the others slowly began to trickle back into the Conference room, Alexander payed them only the briefest of attention. He wasn't going to ask questions, not now, and not to anyone. Only Beatrice and Thana, if and when the time was right. Now they wanted to be left alone, either with someone else or by themselves.

The only thing that really lit up in Alexander's mind in his moment of mental hibernation, was how long this was going to last? Would it last, and for who? Would he once again be of use for good ol' Uncle Sam and his previous brothers in arms, after all those years and bloodshed? Or was the prosthetic leg given to him a parting gift, out of charity or pity for a man who couldn't watch over himself? Once again the fear of his usefulness expired like an overdue can of peaches rang a chord in his mind, but he repressed it like so many times before. The reassuring face and voice of the General, Aeron, the Dragon, showed itself before his eyes…what age was he? Was it Aeron the young superior in 'Nam, or the gentle old man in Camp Mexico Beach?

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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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"It was worth a shot. I promise, give me time and I'll think of some good name you'll either laugh or shake your head at." Nigel told Erica with the same sort of slight smile she had given him. Nigel "Hadrian" had been a teacher, not a comedian or an actor. Coming up with witty nicknames was not something he'd studied in university, and even his own nickname he'd used for the better part of his adult life was not his own. Some of the more experienced reenactors of the Legion XIII Augusta had called him that, "Hadrian", and to this day Nigel had never really understood why, whether it was a compliment or an insult.

"And that would have frightened me, but somehow, I trust Wayne on this one." Nigel commented on Wayne taking care of little Jamie, as the other group of survivors person by person returned to the Conference room. It didn't get past him that neither James nor Tatiana went to get Jamie from Wayne, perhaps having full confidence that their friendly neighbourhood drug-addict was more than capable with kids. "The kid looks happy enough."

The question made Nigel turn his head and look at Erica with blushed cheeks and opened eyes. Him, with kids? He looked at her for a moment, speechless, before forcing a chuckle and smiling a little. "Not my first thought of priority, but sure, Erica. As long as they're never called that. Ever." He told her, half laughing and half getting tired of the whole Sportacus-thing. But kids? "Never thought about kids, honestly…Never enough time and, you know…"

Nigel and Erica was once again called on from the TV couch, this time by Hank. Nigel gave Hank a shake of his head at the repeated calling of "Sportacus" and "Apocalypse Barbie", not sure which one was worse. But in the end, he sighed and had to smile at Erica, nodding in the direction of the tv before slowly making his way towards the group. "Sure you don't want to join me? Seems those two miss us, and little Jamie is okay with them so."