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14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

@NarcissisticPotato@Polaris North@Dnafein@Poi@FortunesFaded@ReusableSword@Lord Orgasmo

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First I’m gonna kill Summer then I’m going to remind you that I am a Tracker not a Sneaker; you were always the sneaky one and it ain’t no mind for me to argue the point.

I am high as the top O Hood for the drugs that witch done filled me with; I can’t honestly feel a thang.

Well that ain’t exactly true; I’m hornier than a Mink come must. They saddle me with this soon as we got back in Rafe; wernt no time for me ta so much as get me a good long kiss then ta add to my woes what ever I am flying on .

I think she ain’t got the strenght right!... said Jain before having to pause and quickly lift the bucket which did more for it’s smell to cure her nasua as she sat it right back down and grabbed the jug of water provided swish and spit 3 times .

Okay back to me and what I want

I want the locals if they are so inclined and have available provide me a tasty drink and three of the prettiest girls who like redheaded women; You know ma type Rafe so you cul em. These girls are to be ma personal nurses till I can ride again and fer what, ever I am able an they willin then i call all sorts clear and hold no grudge Jain giggles and talks like she does when she celebrating at the Trooper pub.

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Petra makes her presence known before she steps in the room by barking

”Girls step aside and one of you open the door” then steps in as several local women look at her with some degree of awe.

Men folk out except my two and then they need tend the fire and lines so as they drop it off.”

Petra is uncharacteristically aggressive and demanding at least outside of her area of command. Normally she only reminds Troopers that she can give them a good horse or a bad horse or none at all if they mistreat their mounts. She proves her Dominance sitting on the bed with a grinning Jain who is about to say something only to have the Pony Princess place a finger on her lips for quiet.

”Sorry Jain but I have decided you deserve the services of a nurse in more than name. Sure my average patient is 4 legged and called a horse but I know how to watch the injured.

We need to clean you out and up so I brought your brush up kit and mouth wash. You are going to gargle then drink at least a half gallon of herbal tea nearly every teamster begins walking in with loads they set down where Petra points.

Table, Steaming pot of water, a female urinary, potty, wash stand, towels, extra pillows, and a change of clothes.

Petra also points to the foul bucket and the discarded bandages which are removed.

Now everyone else unless you’re here to take my orders as head nurse out and whatever it is you think she needs to know keep it to yourself and or tell it to Maisy, same with any command decisions.

Jain sweety Summer said I should come and help you so don’t worry and forget any protest I will bathe you and put you to bed. said petra with a sigh to a Jian whose grinning ear to ear and already trying to undress.

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

Minions Of The One True Goddess Of Chaos

Name : Pandora Daughter of Jinx
Hero : Pandora
Age : 16
Race : ?
Alias : N/A
Appearance

Powers:
Sorcery and hexes

Probability Manipulation

(Bad Luck)
Pandora manipulates the probability of an event to happen, making unlikely things occur more often or instantly and preventing liable events from happening.
Thus, unlikely phenomena will occur. Among the many phenomena are: the sudden melting of gun barrels, the spontaneous combustion of any flammable object, the rapid rust or decay of various organic and inorganic materials, the poltergeist-like deflection of an object in flight, the sudden evacuation of air from a given volume the disruption of energy transmissions and fields, and so on.

Tychokinetic Combat

Pandora is able to utilize probability manipulation with their physical combat, making them lucky, or induce bad luck on others, making absorbing the opponents luck or make the most unlikely things happen.
(Limitations)
May cause unintentional effects to happen that could not be beneficial.

Enhanced agility
Skills: Sorcery, Advanced gymnastic skills
Master acrobat, Skilled hand-to-hand combatant, Tactician
Weapons: N/A
Gear: N/A
Personality: Chaotic, Pandora seems to reveal in being unpredictable but this could be a facade simply to keep others at a distance because of her power's side effect of causing Bad luck randomly to those closest to her. Her curiosity is her most honest emotion and borders on obsessive, she can't stand an unopened box.
Background : Born in unknown parts Pandora's life is a bit of a mystery and when quizzed on it she often gives fantastic descriptions and is know to contradict her previous stories.
What is know is that she is not born on earth and possibly not even this dimension.
She was trained by her mother the previous Pandora to take a place among earth's heroes for reasons that shift from telling to retelling.

Other: Pandora goes by the name but says there is no connection between herself and that mythological woman
Her Jinx ability is always active and when not used on a regular basis affects those closest around her friend or foe regardless

PING

@WitchChild@DeathstrokeSW@Chev@Minarawr@Stryder@Drakel@kingdomkeylight@Mike the Bloodwolf

Teen Titans

Hi to any of the old fools that are still around. I was searching through my files and thought I'd see who was still around but had gone ghost

Muv-Luv || TSF Forefront

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Kwan was sorting through all the data she was receiving

::Wolf-12:: "Move up to the hills edge, keep the BETA advance back long enough for reinforcements to begin landing."

::Wolf-3:: "We hold until the rest land or we get new orders from Wolf 1, everyone watch your ammo, no telling when we'll be getting resupplied with the state the fleet is in right now."

::???:: "Laser-Class spotted... guarded by a number of Grappler-Class and more Tank-Class than I can count! We won't be able to deal with the Laser-Class unless we take the rest out of the equation!"

By the dearth of data and comms chatter the tall pilot had to assume that they were in a deep position with little chance of support facing the typical Beta assault force and numbers so she positioned herself for accuracy and began lobbing indirect fire on a mass of the crablike Beta Grapplers and and big mouthed Tanks. Her accuracy was 67% destroyed by her own mental estimates as she methodically began sweeping a path clean for the Vanguards in their advanced positions.

She was calm as she kept track of the enemy movements and Wolf Unit’s advance. She knew some believed adrenalin a good thing but they had never devoted themselves to the study of this archaic biochemical response to danger so she used TACT (Tactical Arousal Control Technique) which helped her to stay calm and in control as her life was held in the balance. She did this to control the less desirable effects of secondary arousal which ruined control using the scan and focus skills she had learned in martial arts that centered her awareness on her center of gravity. This helped her to steady the twitch response that could cause her to fire too quickly or delay her shot and ruin her timing. She added to this her control over her own ego offering or creating excuses for any missed shots accepting them as a fact of combat which she could only take the time to observe for correctable training and self reflection knowing to do so in combat a waste of tactical awareness which could result in the loss of a teammate or her own life.

She banished all thought outside of what was required for her combat performance entering what her former instructors called the “Machine State” and helped her to control and become one with her Fubuki. Her assault cannon spit shells in what might seem as staggered and irregular intervals form an outside point of view but was a result of target, movement, and temperature control in her weapon. She didn’t need to look at the counter as it displayed the depletion of her supply because she had an internal counter that warned her moments before the machine’s alarms.

In her position she also needed to be aware that the enemy had a history of ambushing the Guard force by tunneling beneath and behind knowing as she did that this was how many units were overwhelmed and killed. It was the little considered thought of nearly 42% of those engaged in combat if the figures gathered by the tactical debriefs of past encounters because of the tunnel vision.

Walking Dead

Harry Potter: An Alternate Reality

Looks as though I've been lucky for you

Harry Potter: An Alternate Reality

Thought I'd extend an explanation, I too have had a Wizarding world RP that I worried over @WestWall

Harry Potter: An Alternate Reality

Er, bump?

No character sheets as of yet.

@WestWall

I suppose Thanksgiving could be tossing a wrench into the clock's gears

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

@NarcissisticPotato@Polaris North@Dnafein@Joker892@Poi@FortunesFaded@ReusableSword@Lord Orgasmo@DriveEMOut

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east-west view

View is before the end of the old world

south-north view

View is before the end of the old world.
Grain silos are now surrounded by a makeshift town

Mayor Lorna Travit

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Lorna Travit hadn’t seen their like before nor imagined people like these people of Lasthope who’d come in bold as Cooter Brown riding to her town’s rescue. They came charging in from the west like the cliched Calvary Charge of old Hell Bent and Hard Leather and swept up The Duke’s gang like a storm swept the sands clean. Then once they’d eliminated the gang they’d turned their attention to what was left of her hometown and after hearing her people had shot their Leader who’d come for parlay showed a form of professionalism she thought long gone.

They could have shown their anger over Hank’s injury of the redheaded Commander but instead simply demanded for a stretcher and a place to care for her and their injured.

The second in command was a pretty blonde woman named Maisy Palmer and it was easy to see she cared for her people and could control her anger and her people as well.

Poor Hank was hiding and even crying knowing for sure that the Calvarymen would drag him out soon and either kill him outright in in slow degrees but Lorna being a good judge of character was sure that wouldn’t happen. The Lasthope people asked to make camp in her fence and then had gone to the beach to wash themselves and their clothing and in doing so attracted a great deal of attention from the young and even older women of Arlington.

They were a well fed and handsome lot these people and the strong bodies of their men fresh as baked bread laid on display to cool before the hungry women folk of her town; of course Franny and her little puritanical churchies disapproved and asked Lorna to declare that the town’s women not prostitute themselves but as Mayor Ms Travit knew better and had told the old busybody not to go by their camp or the beach.

She had watched as these young men had followed orders like soldiers clearing up the dead and even burning the bodies. How they had conducted themselves and did so with very little complaint their Doc’s even set up a small clinic to see to the locals after they’d cared for the wounded; maybe they were humanity’s Lasthope.

Then as she was thinking things over she became aware that the odd little woman who’d said she was the unit drug peddler was sitting on the hood of an abandoned car feeding a gaggle of Ravens and one of those birds was as white as snow. So ambling over to chat with her she was surprised when without turning around the little woman said

”Hello Mayor come to pick my Brain?” without even turning around.
”Well I was hoping to talk to you and say thanks for not wanting our scalps for your boss….um ….May I ask your Name, Mine’s Lorna? said the older woman

”Most call me Summer, some call me Witch or the Poison Pixie...I like Summer best she said in a sweet tone as she turned and smiled .

”I think I like Summer Best as well chuckled Lorna unsure why this small woman made her feel so nervous.

Maybe it was how even her own people, Troopers they called themselves treated her with respect and a weariness even though as far as she could tell Summer held no rank.

I am harmless as long as i am not aroused so your worry is wasted effort; I know a good woman when I meet her so if you’ll join me I’ll explain what’s going on and what you might expect offered Summer

Lorna took her up on it and over the next hour sat listening mostly to the story of the people of Lasthope and their Chief Comber who sounded like a fine man. She heard of how they survived and had developed a democratic society, how they had hard rules on the treatment of their own and even outsiders but most shocking of all at least to Lorna was that they had a working train and wanted to begin trade with Arlington and any other towns they found on the old lines; then Summer just smiled and said she needed a bath and walked of leaving Lorna there to ponder all that she’d learned