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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: Understanding of local Egyptian superstition - Observation, People-reading, Deduction

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It was a good sign, an excellent sign of progress when Nora astutely stated the way to understand the correct combination of their little puzzle lay in the walls around them, and their carvings. Certainly now they would be able to pierce that wall that possibly separated them from Belladonna, save her and learn what they must from the underground ruins. Knowledge that an academic such as Mahendra would appriciate and give much due credit to those who discovered it, like Nora even if she had voiced her opinion of the opposite.

It was with such optimism that Mahendra was taken back by Gene's sudden declaration to the group; She was a psychic, and something down in those dark and ancient tunnels were out to kill them. Rip them limb for limb and cause them very much pain. Mahendra could only turn in perplexion, staring at Gene with wide open eyes. What on Earth was she saying? A normal person would have rolled their eyes at such a ridiculous statement after all she had spewed out that day, perhaps even Mahendra…but he was a man of faith, of things inconcievable to man and out of his control…Did he knew what she spoke of?

Richard on the other hand would have began laughing at this point, weren't it for him being a man lacking humour. Strange how getting your nose cut open, your wife leaving you and your kid getting kidnapped changes you? He wasn't buying it, giving Gene the same treatment as the Indian guy had, only with less a frightened look on his face. Richard eventually turned his head to look at the other members of the group, taking in their reactions to Gene's outburst before sighing under his breath something akin to "At least she ain't wrong on the 'strange and unusual' part…"

It was Faye's reaction that got him more into a sober line of thought. Now he didn't believe a single word that came from Gene's mouth about monsters or or psychics or whatnot, but Faye took her seriously. She wanted to leave and leave fast. And Richard? He took another good look at Gene, reading her words and mouth, eyes and hands, her voice, trying to pin her motivations as to why she wants them to leave so badly. Was she pulling their leg, or was there something more? In the following exchange of words, all Richard could figure was that Gene really did believe what she said herself. That, combined with Faye's wish to leave and the sight of Nora's glowing hand was starting to make up Richard's mind for him.

"What the…Okay guys and gals, I don't know what is going on, but I'm starting to get a real bad feelin' about this…Your glowin' hand ain't helping one bit, madam. This is starting to feel like a one way trip to the cemetary, so perhaps we should take this conversation outside?" Richard told the group as politely as he could, though his words were clearly not those of a believer but more just wanting to get out. He didn't want to leave per say, since he and Faye were looking for their own clues to their own mystery as a matter of fact. But when it came to it, even the hard-boiled detective wasn't ready to put Faye's life in danger if something really was about to murder them all rather violently. That he reserved for himself, and Faye he was going to keep safe.

Mahendra had tried to remember anything about such a monster Gene was speaking of, but nothing came to his mind. Perhaps it was the thought of such a monster resting just behind the wall that frightened him, or the sight of Nora's hand starting to glow that fogged his memory just like the haze, but he couldn't remember a thing! And for that matter, something was glowing on him too. Slowly looking downwards to his own stomach, Mahendra lifted up his tucked shirt to reveal a glowing mark akin to Nora's; His branding. "It seems you are not alone in that, Miss Kingston." Mahendra told the others, eyes going back and forth the group for any answers, but only finding questions there too. This was not good. Not good at all. But he was unable to simply retreat just on Gene's command, unlike the cigarette-smoking American and his lady friend who wished to leave. Looking to the Lord Major, Mahendra tucked back his shirt and did his best to stand tall and proud like the soldier he had been years earlier. "Awaiting your orders, Lord Major Sir."

Roll Request - Richard

Characters current location: Athribis underground, standing back with the group.
Characters attempted actions: Clearly something had spooked Gene and the others of the group, so Richard would like to figure if there really is something dangerous down there with them. Any sounds or noises that might indicate danger, even if it isn't neccecarly anything to be afraid of. Basically looking and listening around while backing away with Faye, if she's leaving too.
Any and all skills being used: Observation, Deduction, Athletics.
Why each skill is being called: Observation for general percieving of their surroundings, Deduction for putting the pieces together, and Athletics to start moving away.
Desired location: Athribis underground, starting to GTFO the way they came.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Robert Adler

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Location: Grimm, Indiana. (Tinder House, outside)
Skills: N/A

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Robert was expecting the worst. Running as fast as his sorry desk-job ass could carry him, he went through everything and anything he had been taught, told or randomly heard about what to do in traffic accidents such as this one. Closing in on the car, Robert holstered his gun again and fumbled to get a hold of the door handle. This was messed up, all of it! He cursed himself for not having payed any attention to the Health and Safety briefings he'd been forced to attend to at work, only remembering small bits of instructions from his university years. Securing the scene and calling an ambulance, but Adelaide was the one with the phone. Robert was the one to get the person out…

As soon as Robert managed to open the car door, all expectiations he had for the scene he'd find were shattered. No bloodied driver crushed between the steering wheel, no rambling drunkard who couldn't handle the haze, no…"What the Hell?" Robert exclaimed as his brain began to comprehend what it was his eyes were seeing, or rather not seeing. "There's no one here! It's empty!"" Robert shouted back to the others as he turned to them, then looking back in the driver's seat. Blood. But how? And screaming? Robert stepped slowly away from the car, not officially spooked the fuck out of whatever was going on here. And the plants?

"If I'm not in a nightmare or anything right now, I'm don't know what. What the actuall fuck is going on? Adelaide? Anyone?"

Roll request Robert

Characters current location: Grimm,Indiana, Tinder house outside.
Characters attempted actions: Robert wants to think of any possible reason how and why the car would have driven itself into the fire hydrant, or perhaps more fitting, why it isn't possible.
Any and all skills being used: Driving (car), Law
Why each skill is being called: Driving (car) to pull from his many years of experience of driving cars to know if it is possible or not, and Law to pull from his experiences in insurance fraud and see if he's heard of cases like this before.
Desired location: Tinder house, still outside.

🧚🏻‍♀️ 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 -> Sleeping quarters, Room 4)
Skills: N/A

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The well-being of Manny was something Alexander took serious, knowing from personal experience that the curse of age rarely favoured one's physical attributes, and could equally waste away one's mental well-being as well as restore it. It all depended on how screwed up you'd become in your youth and how you dealt with it afterwards, in Alexander's personal opinion. One which he clearly wasn't ready to share with anyone in the room, but his care for Manny would be a showing of it, so to speak. Alexander leaned in close as Manny spoke in a hushed voice about his concerns, nodding to what he said. "Let us hope for the best, but prepare for the worst then. Not much else we can do at this point, really…I don't know Manny…" Alexander could only answer feebly, trying not to think too much about it. But should he? It was a possibility. "Let's pray that we all get clearance, and this week in quarantine has been the worst hurdle of our journey."

Alexander had leaned back at this point when he stopped to looked with a surprised look at Manny, and smiling a little. Manny, a fighter? "Trouble with your patients, Denist Newman?" Alexander had to chuckle at the idea, but seeing how Manny had survived with the group didn't put the thought of Manny as a fighter far off. Alexander didn't respond to him at first, however, noticing what was going on with little Jamie. At first he began to laugh, but his laughter subsided at Manny's words of not having children. He forced a smile, but inside the words stung.

It was a good thing that they soon were told to head for their quarters, as Alexander's enjoyment of social interaction was rapidly declining. And he was tired, already so much had happened. Perhaps the briefing had drained him the most, or his new leg and adjusting to it? Alexander didn't want to dwell on that, and got up from his seat to make his way to his and Manny's room. There wasn't much Alexander wanted to say as he walked, except for a kind nod to Beatrice and Thalia as a sign of "good night girls", before he went to his bed. It was the same procedure as the nights before, now with the added prosthetic leg to take off. Soon Alexander knelt beside his bed, quietly praying once last time for the day as something he'd began doing again, before climbing back into bed. He wanted to sleep fast, he needed to. But before he closed his eyes and drifted off to another dream-filled sleep of past memories, Alexander said to Manny "Whatever happens tomorrow, whoever is allowed a place here or not, I think…I think we need to take it calmly, as God intends it. The decision probably already made, it's out of our hands. But I pray that whatever happens, it is for the best. For a better tomorrow…if He will's it. Good night, Manny."

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Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (Conference Room -> Sleeping quarters, Room 6)
Skills: N/A

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Nigel had to give Erika an impressed look at her defence of the importance of the Classical Mediterranean civilizations in Jamie's future curriculum, nodding both in agreement and approving of her words as he couldn't help but hold back a hushed laughter. Both of Erica and the little biological warfare Wayne was dealing with. "Then you can deal with the roudy kids at the start, and I can pick up where you left later on. Deal?" Nigel suggested jokingly to Erica, looking at her with a smile on his face as he saw she watched the tv, not him, and lowered his hand he had prepared to shake hers with. Still, it was quite amusing.

The gladiator duel that was taking place in the middle of the Conference room was still going on, with the one-handed lady being the clear winner of this first skirmish between friendly foes. Nigel "Hadrian" had to agree that it was probably a good idea for some training like that, and who knew? If he was accepted into Camp Mexico Beach, perhaps he could teach some the art of swordsmanship in return? Guns were good and all, but a good sword of steel would never let you down. Unless you were clumsy, like Nigel…For now Nigel didn't pick a fan favourite of the two fighting, perhaps next time.

When Hank left the couch surfers to be a dad, to Nigel's surprise, Nigel looked back at Mel Brooks movie still running on the tv. It was still okay, perhaps he really needed to unwind a little and not take it too seriously? Maybe. That would have to wait for the next day, as the Major ordered them all to their bunks for the night. Tomorrow, probably wouldn't be any unwinding then either way, regardless of what happened. Either they were all accepted and began their next step in integrating into the military society, or only some were and tensions would run high. Nigel looked back at Erica, giving her a smile back as she bid him farewell. "You too, Erica. Good night. In somnis veritas." Nigel said back to Erika, getting up on his feet and making his way to his and Hunter's room. On the way, he wondered what would be of the two fighting girls, Beatrice and Thalia was it? He hadn't payed much attention, but something was up…speaking of which, Nigel would ask Hunter as he got in his bed. "So, you've had a pretty decend day today, haven't you?" he asked the young soldier from his bed, closing his eyes and falling asleep while wondering about tomorrow. Not really worrying, but thinking of the possiblities, good or bad. On which side of the wall would Nigel end up on? The inside or outside? And would it be on his own accord, or against his wishes?

Tomorrow, the die would be cast.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Robert Adler

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Location: Grimm, Indiana. (Tinder House, inside)
Skills: N/A

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Robert's eyes scanned their surroundings, the dark and crawling-up-your-spine-feely interior of the Tinder House, trying to catch anything that stood out to him. None of what he had heard, seen or been told made any sort of sense to him, and it probably wouldn't have even if he was stupidly drunk after a long week of doing shit at his job. He couldn't though. Be it an already long day dragging into this crazy mumbo-jumbo mystery of conspiracies and all that good stuff or his vision still being blury, his mind didn't get hold of anything he could see. Robert sighed in stressed annoyance, his shoulders still held high in anticepation that anything else was going to happen.

Clearly Robert had hit a nerve with his questioning, or Adelaide was more on the edge than he expected to be, because didn't respond so kindly. Robert turned around to look at her for a moment, shrugging somewhat through his tense shoulders as he replied. "I don't know either, just askin'. I mean, who then were those shots meant for?" Robert tossed the question back to her, but probably not in time for an answer.

Something loud made one hell of a noise outside. A crash or something? Robert followed out after Zoie and Adelaide to the sight of the crashed car. "This just get's better and fucking better…" Robert muttered to himself, holstering the gun and running after Zoie towards the car. Whoever was inside that car, they needed to check on as soon as possible, if not get them to a hospital themselves ASAP! No time to investigate the house, they had more pressing matters to attend to.

Roll request Robert

Characters current location: Grimm,Indiana, Tinder house.
Characters attempted actions: Robert wants to open the door of the crashed car and get the driver out safely from it if they aren't able to do so themselves.
Any and all skills being used: Stamina
Why each skill is being called: Stamina in order to not get too winded by the physical strain of getting the driver out.
Desired location: Tinder house, crashed car.

🦄 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 - N/A

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Before Mahnedra could be given a reply about the his inquiry into the prosepects of a possible mechanism or his discovery of one of the carved-out cats, the issue of something smelling like smoke was raised by several members of the Fellowship, pluss the two newcomers from America. Indeed Mahendra could smell it, but he could nor would use his wits to identify its origins. Clearly others were hard on that task, and he himself was still inspecting the wall with the cat symbol for all it was worth. Looking through his magnifying glass with the flickering light of the torch, Mahendra's mind started to formulate thoughts, possibilities of what this could be…

"Lord Major, glad to make your aquintance then. Sir." Richard made sure to repeat the old fella's rank and name in a respectful manner, making an effort not to comment to loudly on his previous comment on mice and the lot being led into a cult of those little rodents. Richard didn't find it particularly funny, but then again Richard hadn't been a funny guy for many years. Rodents, more like the dirty rats of New York following the flute of the Big Cheese himself. Speaking of rats, Richard continued to smell at the smoke and continue his attempt at figuring out just what the Hell it was, when the Indian guy spoke up.

"You may just so be precicely on the point, Lord Major Sir! The cats are the clue." Mahendra exclaimed in a restrained excitement, pulling his face and magnifying glass away from cat he had been looking out with his trained eyes. This wasn't merely the symbol of a cat, be it chiseled in deeper or not. This was something different. "This symbol, the cat. The parts of it can be moved or manipulated, like a code! The head, collar and tail…Miss Kingston, if you would be so kind? If we can put them in the right order, I am certain we can get behind that wall." Mahendra informed the group of his findings, wiping his eyes with his shirt as sweat dripped from his forehead from having stood with the torch so close, having given up on wiping away the haze. Who knew how long it would remain? For as long as they remained in the ruins? Until they found Belladonna? Forever? "What do you require of us, Miss Kingston dear?"

"With all due respect, Lord Major, I'm pretty sure it ain't my dugans we're smellin'. I can't say for sure what it is, but I still got the bright idea that it's coming from behind that wall your associates are playing ball with." Richard pointed out to the Lord Major, flicking some ash off his cigarette as if to corroborate his claim. He was sure that if someone lit a cigarette half-way across New Jersey, Richard would be ablet so smell it if he hadn't smoked himself for a week. But today he couldn't make heads or tails of the smoke and what it originated from. It was smoke, plain and simple. But considering everyone smelled it, including himself who was smoking the damned thing, it wasn't the paper stick of niccotine pinched between his fingers. "But you may be right, ol' Sir, the smoke can't be anything good…" Richard continued, turning back to Faye in realization that she mentioned gasoline as a possible source, before holding up the cigarette in front of his eyes. "…Aw, shit…" He muttered to himself, tossing the cigarette to the ground and killing the flame with the heal of his shoe. Better safe than sorry, right? "So, anyone going to pet the cat? Faye? What do you think?"

Red Dead Reckoning

Location: Armadillo || Mentions: @RedVII

"What I'll do when I find them?" Erik posed the question back at the mysterious figure of a man, tasting those words he so many times felt at the tip of his tounge, yet having snatched out of his reach even more. Erik fiddled with his new glass of booze around in his hand, pushing it back and forth the table as he answered the man. "What I want to do, you can't pin a single word on it. Not in my experience, so many different people seeing it differntly. You'd might call it a turkey shoot, someone else calls it murder. Me? I call it revenge." Erik gave his answer, taking a sip of his glass and looking back and forth the two called Draven and Seven.

"That's what I intend to do. Mr. Draven, I prefer that. I have a score to settle with them and their main guy, mean Son of the Devil he is. A farm and family as a matter of fact. My farm, my family." Was this what Erik needed to tell him in order to get information? It wasn't a sob-story, there wasn't a trace of sadness in Erik's voice as he told his brief tale. That had long since vanished alongside his youth and innocence. Now it had become a part of him, his work.

A favour? Yeah, Erik was good at favours, if it helped him catch those sons of bitches he was after. Taking another sip of his drink, focusing on Draven as he drowned out the rest of the saloon, he could only smirk and chuckle at Draven's last question. "If killin's the favour you're asking for, Mr. Draven, that won't be much of a problem. Many, is my answer. Hurt even more than that, but only those that deserved it. If by God Almighty they were judged, many folks out there and myself saw them dead as just punishment. There have been many, I stopped counting once I realized the count wouldn't get me closer to the Melbattons. But I'm sure there will be more, if that answers your question?"

Erik leaned back in his chair, hearing his own words echo through his mind as he had spoken them to the man. If the blondie had such words spoken around him before he lost everything, he'd think that man was as wicked as the Devil himself, or worse. But now those words carried experience and sorrow few could comprehend, which Erik could. An eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth. Fight fire with fire, and sinners with sins. "What do you need done, Mr. Draven, for a favour?"

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Robert Adler

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Location: Grimm, Indiana. (Tinder House, inside)
Skills: N/A

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Robert was the type of guy in Insurance Fraud who could give you a pretty good idea of what was going on from just taking a look at the case. It wasn't difficult to see when you had a solid case for fraud on your desk, all the inconsistencies piling up like the bills on a rainy day and shady victims changing their stories faster than they blinked. It was equally easy enough to figure out when you had a geniune accident on your hands, and the victims were right in their claims. Over the years, Robert had gotten pretty good at it, so good that he became cynical just at the sight of his clients.

Today was not one of those days. He had no clue what was going on.

Robert didn't get shot as he peaked his head in through the door, which was a plus. But he retracted his head as soon as he felt someone fly past him, only for him to realize he'd seen her before. One of the two girls from Adelaide's shop, the bearer of sad news. Greating him and Adelaide, she was just as quick on her feet and vanished deeper into the house to the sound of someone else inside…How many clowns fitted into that car!? Robert turned to look at Adelaide as they stood there together, before following behind her into the house, his gun still at the ready.

This was not a good day.

It was just like one of Robert's nightmares, at least the mood of it. The scene was one he was familiar with, but the mood outweighed any sense of normality the insurance fraud agent could feel of an empty house. Well, nearly empty, and the annoying haze was still ever present. Robert didn't call out for anyone like Adelaide did, but began to look around. Clues, hints or leads, anything to make sense out of this madness. Though one question he did ask his land-lady. "So if the cops are here, why are your two lady friends here by themselves? Really hope they weren't the ones to shoot the cops. I'd prefer not to end up like them."

Roll request Robert

Characters current location: Grimm,Indiana, Tinder house. Inside alongside Adelaide.
Characters attempted actions: Robert would like to start looking around for any clues that could explain what on Earth has happened there. He'd like to pull from his earlier experiences in the field, even if he doesn't have any particular skills that fits here sadly.
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

@Lady AmaltheaThink I got my post in before the break?

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

@Lady Amalthea Posted now.