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World of Light

The Heavy

Level: 2 (2/20)
Location: Lakeside
Word count: 905 (2 EXP)

In the all the madness and confusion that this battle of Lakeside had devulged into, Heavy must have looked like a calm cliff standing strong against the waves of war. Calm, or quite possible insanely calm. Bullets, explosions and whatnot whizzed past the Russian brute, richoceting off the sandstone collums and wooden scaffolding surrounding Heavy. Even death was starting to emminate before Heavy's eyes, even if said death was only temporary for the cowardly enemies which he had the pleasure of gunning down. He'd met death before, so he was scared.

Which was probably why he didn't feel that terrifying sensation of losing his life when he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. Heavy grunted loudly, blood starting to slowly pour out of the gunshot wound now visible in his left shoulder. Well, perhaps a goo-wound was a better description, as a handful of organge goo dripped down from his vest. More annoyed than anything else, Heavy shouted at the enemy who'd gotten a shot at him, who must have been the Inkling. "You think you can ink me, tiny Inkling?"

Heavy's held in the trigger of his minigun, swining its many barrels in the general direction of Inkling who sprinted just as quick as friendly Scout, ready to turn her into Swiss cheese! It was with great confusion then once some sorts of ice monsters went after her. Heavy held his fire for a moment, turning around to see who commanded these tiny Siberian soldiers; It was the Queen herself, who for her reactionary stature, gave Heavy a good laugh and reason for joy. "Aha! Many thanks, Tzarinna Sectonia! Teach little Inkle Siberian strength!"

That still left the remainder of their enemies out to continue pushing Heavy and his friends back towards the mechanical camel. They were running out of time, space, and certainly ammo as Heavy hadn't seen any ammunition boxes floating around the battlefield. Heavy knew from just the weight of Sasha that he wouldn't be able to continue his suppressive fire for much longer. He needed a distraction, something to get their attention while he looked for ammo…

Said opportunity came like lighting from a clear sky, quite litterary. An attack of lightening struck down at several enemy mercenaries, throwing them around and giving their offensive a pause. "Good hit!" Heavy shouted over his shoulder, turning around to quickly look for any lucky drops for him. In the corner of his eye he could see it; The Box! Floating a foot over the ground and slowly spinning around, a wooden box marked by three bullets was just what Heavy desired. Heavy ran as fast he could over to it, once touching it with his hand instantly absorbing its contents in the form of many more bullets for Sasha to fill enemy team with lead. "Very good, time to bring more pain!"

Back to his designated mission then; Provide covering fire for friends and teammates to escape to the massive camel. A distant sound of gunfire came from what had once been Heavy's own side of the map, the RED battlements when a sniper round from The Cunning, striking Tora in the head with little to no damage. Heavy looked puzzled, but impressed at the furry little creature. Somehow it must have had some massive Health boost, or some kind of Übercharge. "Tora is strong little comrade! Heavy do approve!" Heavy told his new furried comrade, opening fire with Sasha on the now visible Cunning. Several bullets struck the now enemy, striking Cunning up against the wall.

They were still outnumbered, and their retreat was now fully called. Tora was swooped up by Poppi and run back to the Camel, while Heavy slowly stepped backwards while continuing giving covering fire. Way behind him, Heavy could hear another voice of a friend he had not seen before now, tiny Midna. She was calling them to climb onto the camel as fast as they could, as the camel itself kneeled down to allow their tactical retreat. For a moment Heavy remained steadfast, firing upon anything and everything that moved in front of him as more and more comrades fled to the camel mech. "Run for cover, comrades! I cover you…"

Heavy's comitted support was once again cut off by yet another sharp pain. This time a couple of bullets from the now re-spawned Spartan filled his torso, painfully dripping blood. It must have looked bad, for the sight of Heavy wounded must have reassured the enemy teams that they need not rush the camel. Too bad that out from his pocket, Heavy pulled out that culinary miracle that was Sandvich, biting into it with a deafening "Nom nom nom…nom nom…Moist and delicious! Hehahaha!" It must have been quite the wonder, for as Heavy turned around to make a run for the mech camel, Heavy's wounds were visible healing themselves.

Whatever confusion must have been sowed amongst Team Yellow was not visible in the enemy teams, probably quite aware of Heavy's healing ability. They rushed on after him, just as Heavy reached the mechanical camel and the remainder of his new comrades. Heavy climbed up onto the camel, glad that it included a stairwell which made it easier. Once onto the camel, Heavy smiled at his comrades and once again began firing his suppressive fire at the enemy team. "Time to get away then, yes? Heavy will try to keep enemy teams off camel!"

Foxtrot Oscar- The Eccentric Military RP

Astrid Norheim - Gungnir

Name: Astrid Norheim

Age: 31

Apperance: Standing at a fair height of 5"10 and slender build (not to mention her athletic curves, even underneath her armour), stares at you with her grey eyes as she crosses her finely toned arms. Had it not been for her modern looks, dressed sharply and wearing her medium-cut hair of blue and red colour. Astrid looks like what you'd imagine a ballerina dancer with a knack for heavy lifting and long-distance running would look like. A clever smirk on her face, she looks ready to either dance or snap your neck, perhaps both.

Nationality: Norwegian

Callsign: Gungnir

Skills: Artic- and sub-polar survival, stealth, extreme climbing, base-jumping, long-distance recognizance, infiltration, long-range firearms training, TBA

History: Astrid hails from an ancient family of soldiers, well as ancient as her great grandfather who served during the Second World War. One could say it runs in their blood, with each successive generation determined to serve in the military in some capacity. It was only recently that such a privilige was bestowed, or forced upon Astrid herself after many generations. Born into the army life at the very start, her upbringing involved many times on the move from one military base to another; Greenland, Norway, Belgium, Cyprus, Taiwan, Canada, The United States, you name it. To Astrid, few of these can be called home.

Norway and Greenland are the two expections.

Astrid as bred and raised as a true-blooded Norwegian, right down to the 17th of May celebrations, waffles, bunads and an affinity for the winter life. The only thing which has given her the qualities of a non-Norwegian, is perhaps her excessive use of hair-dye and desire to follow her forefathers' militaristic lifestyles. Her great grandfather served as a British commando during the Second World War, her grandfather and grandfather serving around the globe in NATO and special operations, and her own father who still doesn't speak of his own experiences. Her own began at a young age with martial arts, rock climbing and hunting with her grandfather.

The Norwegian Army was something quite different, especially her time overseas. Conscription into the army as for all Norwegians turning 18, basic training and such. Astrid decided to stay on after her term was up, becoming a professional soldier. Her specialisation, recognizance and sharpshooter operations, gave her plenty of tours around the world; Peace-keeping operations in various African warzones, counter-terrorism operative in the Middle East, border patrols on the Norwegian-Russian border, the list goes on. In all these times in the line of fire, her extreme cool under fire and persistance on long-range operations in extreme climates was noted by her brothers in arms and superiours. Few soldiers, and even fewer women could survive as well as she did in hostile territories, make accurate shots at insurgent leaders and get more looks at her ass than Astrid. In short, another Norheim didn't fail to get noticed.

It was at the age of 25 Astrid was contacted by [REDACTED] for clandestine operations patrolling the Artic region against [REDACTED] and [REDACTED]. Her record was spotless, her killcount of [REDACTED] yielding her several commandations and ensuring her future was safe, provided she should survive against the special forces of a certain Norwegian foe in the artic waters. Certain missions involved Astrid trekking miles across icy wastelands and tundras, making sure elements of [REDACTED] armed forces not set up military outposts in neutral, international zone of research. Global warming and all made the prospect of resource excavation tempting for [REDACTED]. Astrid's operations against [REDACTED] were top-secret, barely mentioned in standard military briefs to world leaders.

Perhaps it was not unexpected that she was hand-picked for a role in Foxtrot Oscar by the one they call Oracle. Not that she had much choice, even if she wanted to say anything. Like her forefathers, she followed her orders wherever she went.

Personality: Astrid's the type of person who highly enjoys the company of others and her friends, as long as they know when to shut up and leave her alone. Chalk it up to her getting accustomed to her long-distance missions out in the cold wildernesses of the world, wherever she's sent to fulfill her mission. Sometimes you'll hear her witty commentary over the operative comms, remarking how it's sad the last guy she blew the head away was kind of cute, if short. Puns, sarcasm and such isn't uncommon for her when she's enjoying her job.

And then she goes into full Gungnir-mode, shuts up and is laser-focused on getting into position. It's this part of Astrid you better stay clear off, unlike most men who sees this as their queue to make their move. Wrong move, a knee in the balls and a snarl from Astrid later she's off to do some outdoors jogging. It's a wonder she has a partner who's not afraid of her, if she even has one.

Not one to be alarmed by the many looks she gets for her appearence and swagger, she takes it either as a compliment or simply shakes it off. She's not intimidated by anyone, and whoever decides to take advantage of her or gets the wrong idea, she's sure to enlighten them in a most painful way.

Tactical Suit:

Visual representation of Astrid's Light Mech Suit

The custom adjusted Tactical Suit for Astrid enhances her tactical specialities of Stealth and vertical manouvering. In it's default setting, it's features bare minimum of military accessories. Sound-absorbing fabrics make Astrid's movement in the suit as good as impossible to hear with the naked ear, let alone assists her in distributing her weight as to minimize external sound factors on various surfaces. It even softens the sound of her snapping necks or subduing enemies by suffication.

The non-reflective external texture ensures nothing but the brighest beams of light gives away her position, combined with its temperature regulatory material which drastically lowers her thermal profile. In short, she's a shadow with delicate angles.

Additional features can be quicly attached to Astrid's light suit, giving her vastly improved climbing abilities with increased grip strength and better grip. In the hands of Astrid, she can effectively climb any and all surfaces like Spiderman, but with looking a whole lot better. Furthermore, she equips herself with a glider-suit when on high-altitude missions, allowing her to quickly evactuate her firing position and fly away to safety at breath-taking speeds. That's if anyone can figure out where the black-clad Norwegian operative fired from in the first place.

Weapons:

• FN Ballista .308 Winchester Sniper Rifle
• Duel-wielded Glock 17 Gen 5 with attachable surpressors
• FN P90 5.7x28mm Submachine Gun with attachable surpressor

Equipment:

• Tactical Knife
• 2x Flashbang
• 2x Smoke grenades
• 2x Fragmentation grenades
• Quad-Optic NVGs
• Multi-zoom binoculars
• Climbing gear (Nano-fiber rope, climbing hook, etc.)
• Adaptive Arctic and woodlands camouflage cover
• Military Wing-glider

Hobbies: Climbing, ballet dancing, reading, TBA

Foxtrot Oscar- The Eccentric Military RP

@kingkonradCheers man, popping it over right as we speak

Foxtrot Oscar- The Eccentric Military RP

Astrid Norheim - Gungnir

Name: Astrid Norheim

Age: 31

Apperance: Standing at a fair height of 5"10 and slender build (not to mention her athletic curves, even underneath her armour), stares at you with her grey eyes as she crosses her finely toned arms. Had it not been for her modern looks, dressed sharply and wearing her medium-cut hair of blue and red colour. Astrid looks like what you'd imagine a ballerina dancer with a knack for heavy lifting and long-distance running would look like. A clever smirk on her face, she looks ready to either dance or snap your neck, perhaps both.

Nationality: Norwegian

Callsign: Gungnir

Skills: Artic- and sub-polar survival, stealth, extreme climbing, base-jumping, long-distance recognizance, infiltration, long-range firearms training, TBA

History: Astrid hails from an ancient family of soldiers, well as ancient as her great grandfather who served during the Second World War. One could say it runs in their blood, with each successive generation determined to serve in the military in some capacity. It was only recently that such a privilige was bestowed, or forced upon Astrid herself after many generations. Born into the army life at the very start, her upbringing involved many times on the move from one military base to another; Greenland, Norway, Belgium, Cyprus, Taiwan, Canada, The United States, you name it. To Astrid, few of these can be called home.

Norway and Greenland are the two expections.

Astrid as bred and raised as a true-blooded Norwegian, right down to the 17th of May celebrations, waffles, bunads and an affinity for the winter life. The only thing which has given her the qualities of a non-Norwegian, is perhaps her excessive use of hair-dye and desire to follow her forefathers' militaristic lifestyles. Her great grandfather served as a British commando during the Second World War, her grandfather and grandfather serving around the globe in NATO and special operations, and her own father who still doesn't speak of his own experiences. Her own began at a young age with martial arts, rock climbing and hunting with her grandfather.

The Norwegian Army was something quite different, especially her time overseas. Conscription into the army as for all Norwegians turning 18, basic training and such. Astrid decided to stay on after her term was up, becoming a professional soldier. Her specialisation, recognizance and sharpshooter operations, gave her plenty of tours around the world; Peace-keeping operations in various African warzones, counter-terrorism operative in the Middle East, border patrols on the Norwegian-Russian border, the list goes on. In all these times in the line of fire, her extreme cool under fire and persistance on long-range operations in extreme climates was noted by her brothers in arms and superiours. Few soldiers, and even fewer women could survive as well as she did in hostile territories, make accurate shots at insurgent leaders and get more looks at her ass than Astrid. In short, another Norheim didn't fail to get noticed.

It was at the age of 25 Astrid was contacted by [REDACTED] for clandestine operations patrolling the Artic region against [REDACTED] and [REDACTED]. Her record was spotless, her killcount of [REDACTED] yielding her several commandations and ensuring her future was safe, provided she should survive against the special forces of a certain Norwegian foe in the artic waters. Certain missions involved Astrid trekking miles across icy wastelands and tundras, making sure elements of [REDACTED] armed forces not set up military outposts in neutral, international zone of research. Global warming and all made the prospect of resource excavation tempting for [REDACTED]. Astrid's operations against [REDACTED] were top-secret, barely mentioned in standard military briefs to world leaders.

Perhaps it was not unexpected that she was hand-picked for a role in Foxtrot Oscar by the one they call Oracle. Not that she had much choice, even if she wanted to say anything. Like her forefathers, she followed her orders wherever she went.

Personality: Astrid's the type of person who highly enjoys the company of others and her friends, as long as they know when to shut up and leave her alone. Chalk it up to her getting accustomed to her long-distance missions out in the cold wildernesses of the world, wherever she's sent to fulfill her mission. Sometimes you'll hear her witty commentary over the operative comms, remarking how it's sad the last guy she blew the head away was kind of cute, if short. Puns, sarcasm and such isn't uncommon for her when she's enjoying her job.

And then she goes into full Gungnir-mode, shuts up and is laser-focused on getting into position. It's this part of Astrid you better stay clear off, unlike most men who sees this as their queue to make their move. Wrong move, a knee in the balls and a snarl from Astrid later she's off to do some outdoors jogging. It's a wonder she has a partner who's not afraid of her, if she even has one.

Not one to be alarmed by the many looks she gets for her appearence and swagger, she takes it either as a compliment or simply shakes it off. She's not intimidated by anyone, and whoever decides to take advantage of her or gets the wrong idea, she's sure to enlighten them in a most painful way.

Tactical Suit:

Visual representation of Astrid's Light Mech Suit

The custom adjusted Tactical Suit for Astrid enhances her tactical specialities of Stealth and vertical manouvering. In it's default setting, it's features bare minimum of military accessories. Sound-absorbing fabrics make Astrid's movement in the suit as good as impossible to hear with the naked ear, let alone assists her in distributing her weight as to minimize external sound factors on various surfaces. It even softens the sound of her snapping necks or subduing enemies by suffication.

The non-reflective external texture ensures nothing but the brighest beams of light gives away her position, combined with its temperature regulatory material which drastically lowers her thermal profile. In short, she's a shadow with delicate angles.

Additional features can be quicly attached to Astrid's light suit, giving her vastly improved climbing abilities with increased grip strength and better grip. In the hands of Astrid, she can effectively climb any and all surfaces like Spiderman, but with looking a whole lot better. Furthermore, she equips herself with a glider-suit when on high-altitude missions, allowing her to quickly evactuate her firing position and fly away to safety at breath-taking speeds. That's if anyone can figure out where the black-clad Norwegian operative fired from in the first place.

Weapons:

• FN Ballista .308 Winchester Sniper Rifle
• Duel-wielded Glock 17 Gen 5 with attachable surpressors
• FN P90 5.7x28mm Submachine Gun with attachable surpressor

Equipment:

• Tactical Knife
• 2x Flashbang
• 2x Smoke grenades
• 2x Fragmentation grenades
• Quad-Optic NVGs
• Multi-zoom binoculars
• Climbing gear (Nano-fiber rope, climbing hook, etc.)
• Adaptive Arctic and woodlands camouflage cover
• Military Wing-glider

Hobbies: Climbing, ballet dancing, reading, TBA

Foxtrot Oscar (A less-than-serious Military RP)

@kingkonradAs we've discussed and bantered off-sight, you already know my idea; stealthy infiltrator and long-range operative, or hardy assault specialist with a nack for vertical manouvering.

Foxtrot Oscar (A less-than-serious Military RP)

As always, my dear English-Pole, you have my interest ;)

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski Location: General Housing/Apartment 1C(M7) -> Education Center: Auditorium (M) Skills: N/A

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Made to do greater greats things. Manny's words resconated with Alexander as they rushed on through the hail of rain and humidty in the streets, akin to a wise phrase an elder grandmother would impart to her grandchild. He did not consciously know what part of him it touched so warmly, though it lit up a fragment of a feeling inside him. One chamber, basked in darkness for an eternity, now a glimmer of hope shining ever so dimly.

Made to do greater things. Perhaps Manny was right, perhaps something to happen in the future? A meaning, purpose, destiny? Grand words Alexande normally would scoff at, since only God knew their place in the world. Alexander had lost hope many times that he would do greater things in life, considering everything else he'd done. Did his Post-Apocalyptic Dentist friend know better? In the very least, Manny laughed at his jokes like he had no bad thoughts about him.

A true friend. A friend who sadly had no umbrella. Too bad, they had a court martial to attend to.

"At least we're waterproof, unlike our clothes."

Alexander's statement reflected the state of which both of them reached the Education Center in. Armed guards kept watch of the coming hearings, which was understandable. The military preffered to have things under as much control as possible, hence the guns. Entering the center, Alexander heard the clear-cut instructions; End of the hall, take a seat and wait for your name to be called. Spoken like a true member of the military. Alexander followed Manny's lead, finding a seat beside him in the middle and waiting for the hearing to begin. He would maybe have said something, but the voice of Atlas told them to remain quiet. Fair enough, Alexander thought, instead trying to make himself comfortable in his seat, still wet from their run through the streets.

The only thing Alexander did of notice, was to give Manny a reassuring nod and try to clear his own thoughts. This would be a hard thing for him to pull through, but Freedman's word gave him strength. So did Manny's. The question was if that was enough.

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Nigel Cooper Location: Education Center -> Auditorium (M) Skills: N/A

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Nigel, now inside of the Education Center and awaiting their turn to enter the Auditorium where he guessed the trials would be held, turned around upon realizing Volts had also followed suit. Had it been the rain which drowned out the sound of him behind him in the streets? Well, it didn't really matter, except it meant more people Nigel was semi-familiar with to make an unknown situation less unknown. "While we're waiting, what should one except? I have not had the opportunity to attend a trial before, nothing like this at least." Nigel would ask Volts, only giving a brief head to Thalia with her short reply. She thought he would give her one in return for their fight earlier. He was looking forward to it.

Soon they were shuffling into the Auditorium, ordered to divide their ranks by who had been summoned and who attended for leizure, Nigel being of the former. Alongside the people he had been in Quarantine with, Nigel followed the stream into the Auditorium and attempted to find a seat in which he would not be completely isolated. And somehow he managed to both see and hear two of his former 'comrades' from their trek through the swamps; Hank and Wayne. For some reason Hank had kept Ashton, the companion of Thana as far as he understood still, company with his usual 'friendy' personality. Nigel didn't need to hear exactly what he said, Ash's demeanour said enough.

Nigel shuffled through the seating arrangments to sit beside Ash or in proximity to him, when he heard the unmistakable sound of someone trying to be sneaky. Trying was the word, with a capital T. It had been Thalia, now seated and seething with anger out in the corner of his eye, prompting him to make a mental note; do NOT attempt to open diplomatic channels with her in the forseeable future. Even Nigel was not that social inept as to attempt that. Instead he focused on Ash, about to ask if Wayne was bothering him, when the call to remain silent came. So Nigel only give a quizical look from Ash to Hank, back to Ash, before seating, as if asking him "What was that all about?"

World of Light

The Heavy

Level: LEVEL UP - 2 (1/20)
Location: Lakeside
Word count: 562 (1 EXP)

LEVEL UP - New Power aquired: Showdown

With a flick of the wrist, the Heavy mimics a quick-draw Pistol Showdown and shouts before blowing out the imaginary smoke from the "barrel". This attack has the chance of killing an enemy outright in one blow, or severly injure a stronger enemy.

The battle was in full swing then, though not in the way Heavy had anticipated today's battles to play out. The teams had changed dramatically, but to Heavy it was all the same story, only with new targets: Shoot to kill! Heavy's massive minigun of ridiculess amounts of firepower spewed bullets in appropriate spreads across the sandy map, the recoil but a light push against his massive frame. Some of the targets he was accustomed to shooting at, others not so much.

Heavy kept up the suppresive fire for his new team mates, slowly backing towards the giant camel robot as some of them made their way on top towards safety. For a RED member such as Scout, it would have been pancakes, while Heavy was in no position to scale such a height. Not that it bothered Heavy in the slighest, for he was far to preoccupied with killing cowards of enemy team. Fast approaching and outnumbering them, but all the better. It only meant more blood to spill!

The suited-up soldier from space, the Spartan, came into view of the Heavy. Spartan was aiming his sci-fi rifle up into the air, at first aiming at nothing in Heavy's mind. Only with the distant sounds of shouting behind him and a quick look over his shoulder, did he realize the target; The Robot Lady - Poppi - and the tiny furball mechanic - Tora! Why was Spartan fighting like Sniper now? This was not how this was meant to be fought! But Spartan was too far away for Heavy to kill him quickly with Sasha, even for how wonderful of a gun she was.

Quick thinking was needed. Or perhaps better yet, a quick flick of the wrist?

Heavy suddenly felt a surge of inspiration flow through his veins. Not cultural or artistic inspiration, no, but murderous inspiration! As if from the distant past of his life, Heavy instantly knew how he could accomplish such a feat; by shooting the Spartan! Brilliant!

So it must have been a dampening sight to see Heavy put down his minigun for a moment, as if he was to surrender to the enemy team. On the contrary. Heavy knuckled his fists, bent down his knees and looked straight ahead at Spartan, blood in his eyes. His fists went down to the sides of his hips, his right hand reaching for something not there. A holster? A gun? But how? There was nothing there…

"POW! Haha! You are dead! Not big surprise."

In an instant, Heavy had pulled up his right hand and pointed it square at the Spartan, firing at him with…his finger? There was no gun in sight, no smoke or sound of a gunshot, only Heavy's imaginery gun pulled on the Spartan. And yet the unthinkable had to be thinkable, for a tremendous force hit the Spartan straight in his chest, knocking him back and onto his side. Had Heavy just killed the Spartan…with his imagination?

Best not to dwell on it too much, not now at least.

Heavy turned his attention back to the fight at hand, watching his allies fight to stem the tide of advancing BLUs and REDs towards them. "Cosmonaut Fox, do you have plan to get us out of here? If not, that okay! Heavy will fight to the end. Heavy is always happy to do some killing."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski Location: General Housing/Apartment 1C(M7) Skills: N/A

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His fellow Baby Boomer was not the only one who thought their turbulent relationship to be quite amusing when one thought about it. They had come a long, long way since their first encounter in the Hell that was Eden. Arms held tightly around Manny, Alexander had no trouble picturing the scene from so many months ago; the group descending the stairscase, having just lost their beloved Kiwi moments earlier and now pressing forward. Out of the whole group, Alexander had been the one to keep watch over the self-proclaimed prisoner, or as Thalia so-well put it, "bitch detail."

Manny had grown to become more than mere "bitch detail." The fellow old man hugging Alexander back, perfectly answering back at ol' Mugsy's remark, was the damn best dentist in the world he knew. He'd saved his life…and was his friend, through bad or worse. Freedman's words echoed in the back of his mind, intermingleling with Manny's words of friendship. Pulling away, Alexander returned the smile to Manny, taking a deep breath and looking at him. "Probably somewhere practicing experimental dentistry on someone a whole lot uglier than me, if you ask me." Alexander answered as serious as he could, before chuckling at clapping him on his shoulder, shaking his head. "Nah, our paths crossed for a reason, I hope. But we're here now, and that's what matters."

The Trial, yes, it was fast approaching. Alexander sighed, remembering the very thing that had brought him to the Chapel in the first place. No, he had to be there. For who? He didn't know. "Give me a minute, and I'll tag along with you. Got to get into some dry clothes first. I'm looking like a wet cat thrown into Lake Michigan."

Alexander was quick - well, as quick as an old-ass man with one good leg - in changing into something dry. He looked quite modest as he reunited with Manny, his hair drier after applying a towel in all haste. Compared to how he looked not fifteen minutes earlier, he looked quite presentable. "Okay, let's get going. Got an umbrella or something, or we're making a run for it?" Alexander asked Manny, not keen to head outside again, or any of the following events of that day. He would have to steel himself, become the barrier within himself once again, toughen up his defences and so fourth. Whatever may lay in that trial, Alexander would follow Manny there.

The point of no return.

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Nigel Cooper Location: Towards the Mess Hall -> Education Center (M) Skills: N/A

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Nigel had to nod along to Volts as they got out of the Gymnasium and towards the Mess Hall for a well-deserved lunch. "You can say that again. Well, both of those points. Women are ferocious warriors when they are allowed to, and arrogance the folly of Man. I'll be careful to learn from her, and perhaps my fortune will be better once I've got a good sword in my hand." Nigel commented to Volts, as if they were in the middle of a highly academic discussion on the topic of Eastern Mediteranian trade in the post-Alexander era. Hopefully Nigel's outward portrayel was not too theatric as had pushed away many a layman before.

From the sounds of it, Camp Mexico Beach had had their fair share of disabled survivors, at least those able to put up a good fight regardless of their weaknesses. A wheelchair-bound gladiator? "Sounds like he'd be quite the show for Caligua back in the day, but such a man garners respect from me. Deception is a powerful card to hold in war." Into the pouring rain would have been a pleasent change of climate after their time in the Gymnasium, had it not been for the temperature being a fiend that day. "…I'm not sure I'm getting soaked or sweating in this weather. Come on, better get to…Oh bother, I'm supposed to be at the Trial soon! Maybe catch said lunch later? Thanks for the fight, Volts, will look forward to our sparring next time."

Nigel began a steadfast jog through the rain, making his way towards the Education Center, hoping to get more time inside to dry himself. If that was realistic or not, only time would tell. The same went for the Great Trial awaiting them later on. Nigel was unable to refrain from picturing what the trial would look like, his only reference points from TV and his studies of Roman law. Military law was another matter all together. Where would Nigel be placed in all of this? Only time would tell.

Soon Nigel stood inside, a roof keeping the treacherous rain from launching onagers of liquid death upon him. Nigel was dripping with rain water, or sweat, or both. He had no idea which. Clearly he was not the only one who was called fourth to attend this important event in CMB. He recognized Amelia and Thalia also standing inside, one he had a much more intimate relationship with. Literary. Running his hand through his not-so-bald scalp after having it shaved first day of Quarantine, Nigel approached Thalia out of habit. "This will be an interesting day, don't you think? Good fight, thanks again. Next time I'll pay it back."

World of Light

The Heavy

Level: 1 (9/10)
Location: Lakeside
Word count: 926 (+2 EXP)

As it turned out, there were more than just the two strangers who attempted to recruit Heavy and his fellow teammates. Well, recruit was perhaps too direct of a word. Rally, encourage, ask or plead, one of those words Heavy could think of from the top of his head. A fox of all creatures was the next to join before gathered group of mercenaries, all dressed up like a fighter pilot Heavy had seen before, only more…what's the word? Spacey!

A fox…a cosmonaut fox, or from his lack of accent, an astronaut fox. Very peculiar, but after seeing robot lady and queen bee, not big surprise.

Heavy, who at this point had already made his mind up about his new-found quest to rescue Scout, Soldier, Spy and the other members of the real RED from the infamous, evil Light, still paid attention to the little speech Fox gave. The furry astronaut made a fair point in pointing out the prospect of a larger world beyond the steel gates surrounding the Lakeside battlefield, though Heavy at this point leaned over to the Robot Lady known as Poppi and not-so-quietly 'whispering' into her ear. "Ha, I could fight giant camel. Good you came though, Heavy need bullets to shoot BLU instead."

The prospect of possible rewards did not go unnoticed by Heavy, almost childishy rubbing his hands with glee at Fox mentioning a possible deal being worked out. "Aha, good! Very, very good! Heavy has not won reward for many rounds. What is reward? Weapon, jacket or…or Hat? Hat is good!"

What Heavy had not expected for Fox to inform them of, was the apparent presence of kids in the pyramid in need of rescue. Children, in pyramid? Heavy had not been told there would be children here! Sure, Inkling was small and tiny, but she was the exception. "Somebody has sent babies, actual babies here to fight? That is not fair, must be bad for children! Yes, Heavy will join in quest to help…again!"

Heavy looked on with a broad grin as more members of team RED stepped forward to follow in his footsteps. It made him proud of his 'fake' RED teammates, nearly bringing him to tears, but only nearly. Mostly he chuckled manly, in Russian, watching them approach. Their fight over Lakeside was over, and soon they would find greener pastures, or deadlier battlefields…

"What was that? The speaker…The Announcer!" Heavy instantly went into a fighting stance, minigun at the ready and his face turned into an aggressive demeanour, though it did not last. Poppi attempted to calm the situation down, while the Announcer warned both RED and BLU that they were first after their briefcase, and then after themselves. Briefcase? Heavy shook his head, for that was in another map!

"Announcer Lady is fooling us with her bourgiouse toungue! Putting fellow comrade against another! Do you not see, Soldier?" Heavy shouted back at Soldier who called him and the others traitors, feeling a sharp sense of sadness shoot through his chest for the first time in ages. Soldier's words hurt, like stab from Spy. "Soldiers? No, you may be Soldier, but we are not. I am sure not, I am mercenary, but more importantly I am Heavy Weapons Guy, and he fight for friends!"

Heavy spun up his beloved 'Sasha', aiming it up, up and up where the voice of the Announcer was coming from. While Fox began to command the strangers in the background like a true leader - who all astronauts must have been like in Heavy's mind - Heay unleased a brief hail of bullets, striking the speaker from which her voice had eminated from. In a sparkle of electricity, the Announcer's voice warped and died down, much to Heavy's pleasure. "Baha! Heavy does not fear death! Come and get me, you cowards!" Heavy shouted loudly at the now mostly empty battlefield, count ticking down now that there remained only them; Himself, Poppi, Fox, Queen Sectonia, Dwarf, Shield, Blue Poison and Medic.

Things were going from bad to worse in quick succession, though Heavy was not worse for wear. On the contrary, he was eager to get back into another round of fighting, all be it a rather different one than earlier. New comrades from enemy team and new team, fighting against combined team of RED and BLUE…no, the real RED and BLU were not here. He needed to fight to find and save his friends, now that his memories were coming back to him, however few and foggy they were.

Following the orders of Fox, Heavy moved as quick as he could on his stubby little legs into whatever cover he could find. Stretching his neck and double-checking that Sasha was working, Heavy looked at Fox with determination. "It will be honour to fight with Fox and new team. This fight will not be easy, but as far as I am concerned, they are no match for us. Come and get me! Fight us like men, I dare you! You seem to be leader of team, Fox. I can supress the enemy team with Sasha, cover you all."