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Justice League: Futures End

Alright, back in base camp... I'm looking for a suitable opening or action to react with/for/against. Or my fellow YJers to rally. Any takers? Just think of a plan really hard, Maxus-El is a telepath, it'll get through.

Titans of Gotham [Spots Available!]

This place was a marvel. Ordinarily a basic, semi-private enclosure, restrooms (which, in El Sasquatcho's mind, was a stupid name; surely people didn't come in here to rest) the Watchtower Lavatory was a thing of nigh cinematic epicness. Designed to withstand the ravages of super powered Aces and Deuces, it gave no signs of the usual difficulties the Indomitable El Sasquatcho ran into in standard, mortal water closets. Quite the contrary, it appeared to be quite accommodating.

Blissfully so, in fact.

"Hey team!" he called loudly from his perch in more private environs, not caring whether anyone could or could not hear him, "The Watchtower crapper is fantástico! You must try this! It's like taking a dump, but in ESPACIO! Guys?"

"...guys...?"

"Anybody? How do you use the three seashells?"

"...Señor Wildcat?"

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Charnobylisk
Chocolate Thunder? Ok, that's a thing now. It's the new "Calm Yo Titties" for the apocalypse. Bravo.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Ashton Holloway

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Location: Newnan
Interacting With: Leann, Maria, Kristina, Lorna

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From what he could see, part of the wall was down, Leann had a stranger pressed to the ground with a knife at his throat, and it looked like someone had fired dead people out of a cannon randomly.

They were all over the walls, the Dead, some still stuck to solid brick exteriors like that Coyote from the cartoons, waiting to slide down comically and land in a heap. Most seemed inert, but others... Newnan would have to be cleared, if it was even still viable. Windows were broken, fences shattered. It looked very much like some angry deity took a venomous shart across the settlement of Newnan. Well, Ash did tell them to be ready to fight. Hopefully, they were locked and wary.

Ashton's eyes took on a hard aspect. If he had not switched to "Business Mode" before, he definitely did so now. Ash approached the scene and drew his sidearm, chambering a bullet in clear view of the man on the ground. He bent down and pressed the barrel to the intruder's head, just to let him know where the business end was pointed, and stepped on his neck. "If you move," he whispered, "if you twitch in a way I object to, if you speak out of turn, I will paralyze you and let you drown in the rainwater." As if to overly emphasize his point, Ash slid his machete from its sheath and held it at the ready.

He quickly stood, gun pointed down and foot still in place, and addressed Leann. "Ma'am, we found two survivors before your distress came through: Kristina Smith and Lorna Dunn; Lorna of the United States Marine Corps. They're good people, Maria can vouch for them. They had enough trust to get my M4 willingly.

He glanced at the two newcomers, "Ma'am, and ma'am - This is Lt. Colonel Leann McCormick, USAF, Commanding Officer of the Newnan Safe Zone, such as it is presently."

"Colonel, what's our status?"

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Caesar Gonzalez

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Location: Church Street - Whitesburg
Interacting With: Meg, Satellite Phone, Survivors

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Caesar shook his head from the truck bed, and shouted into the open rear window, "Can't go back through this. Can't stay here. Get ahead of the herd, maybe head south and come back another way."

He looked over to his newest responsibility, the young lady with the broken ankle. If they were driving back into a warzone, bringing someone injured that needed protection would be a liability. On the other hand, he couldn't drop them back off in the world. It would be as good as killing them. The infirmary was usually a defended location; if they could get her there, they stood a good chance all around.

Still, getting back was going to be a problem. At least, getting back quickly.

"I'll call up M'hija, see if she got that message clearer." Thank God for satellite phones. As long as he could charge the battery, it would be useful for years to come, with a clear signal everywhere, every time.

He thumbed the number into his device, trying hard to keep the errant splatter of rain from its screen.

...ring... ...ring... ...ring... ...ring... ...ring... ...ring... ...ring...

"M'hija, where you at? You get that mes... Why the fuck do you have the phone?" He was growling now. "What do you mean, "she's gone", huh? Was, what... no. NO YOU FUCKER! ... ... Bring them back."

This was his biggest fear realized. Caesar's chest was tight. He couldn't breathe. His heart thundered in his chest; if it hit any harder it would burst from his ribcage and lay upon the bed of the truck. It certainly wouldn't have hurt any worse then the pain he felt now. His skin seemed on fire. There was such a weight on him, such a weight. It was as if his soul became a tangible thing, just long enough to be maimed and burned, and shoved back in place incorrectly. The phone slipped from Caesar's hand, clattering clumsily on the truck bed.

He couldn't speak, at least not out loud. Instead, a repeating whisper issued from the man's lips.

"...no, m'hija, no baby girl, por favor..."

For the first time, possibly ever, Caesar Hannibal Gonzalez truly looked old.

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James Grady

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Location: On the road back to Newnan
Interacting With: Zoie, Dexter, Jamie, Richard, and an unexpected call

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The Hordebuster was full. His new arrivals were jumbled into the sleeper cabin, and into the foldaway seat located nearby. Now, the passenger seat still had no one in it, but it contained the rifle and bag that made up Alicia's personal effects. He had to shuffle some things around to accommodate the newcomers, which meant his effects and his own rifle were stacked (almost) neatly along with hers.

Moving his Barrett was the most difficult part. James had to drive, but, being out of sorts and surrounded by people he didn't know, he refused to put away his handgun. Between those details the large dimensions of the weapon, it took a bit of doing to wrangle the piece into position. Yet he did.

James began to settle in, even relax ever so slightly, when a very unexpected noise issued from the passenger seat. It was a curious beeping sound. Not quite an alarm, not quite a bell. It didn't seem like any kind of warning the truck would give before something dropped off or blew up. So for a few seconds, he just listened.

Then it struck him: this was a phone! This was Alicia's phone! The only other one he saw that even worked anymore was... crap. It belonged to El Jefe himself. he was calling his daughter, probably about the message from home they all got. Well, sorry gramps, we didn't know any more than anyone else, but that wasn't the problem. He couldn't avoid it any longer.

Tentatively, James reached into Alicia's bag, and answered the phone.

"Hello? We heard the radio, but... I, I can't she, um... She's gone, sir. We hit a horde, Jefe. You don't even know how many. Found survivors. Alicia covered, saved one. The Dead took her. They just... Yes, sir. Yes I will. Count on it, Boss."

James allowed himself one shuddering sob. Telling someone, he felt better. Not fully, just a crack. But it was enough to let him reclaim part of his personality. He was given a job to do by the old man, Alicia's father. And it didn't seem like Caesar wanted to murder him. Ok, shit must be gotten together, who knows what he was going to walk into when they arrived back in Newnan.

The drive continued. Curiously, the way was clearer, more direct. They could make it back in twenty minutes, easy. He couldn't say the same for the lady on the side of the road.

He pulled up alongside her immobile vehicle, allowing enough space so tat he could clearly see her from his perch, and she him. James hit the side window, and spoke.

"Um, Miss? That is a lovely 9mm you've got there, but it looks like you could use some help?"

Oh, I'm sorry. My name is James. It's been a very emotional day, so I'mma give you the Reader's Digest version, mmkay? If you need someplace to go, I can help. But you gotta give me some assurance you ain't gonna to shoot me and take all my shit in the meantime. Now, if'n you're interested, I got plenty of room in the storage body in back. Or you can hang off of that ladder on the side. (Like a garbageman!) Or you can stay here. Whatever you wanna do, just do it fast. I got recalled PDfuckinQ."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

Ok, the latest World posts assume that Kristina Smith @Nallore and Lorna Dunn @Charnobylisk declined Ash's offer to hang out in Franklin until the emergency was over. With that in mind, I'm working on a post with the group in Newnan.

Yay! We're the first group back!

I'll keep an eye in chat for a bit if you guys have questions, concerns, or want to punt Cap'n Ash's head like a football for dragging them back to a place under attack and hit by a Zomnado. Thanks!

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Ashton Holloway

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Location: Historic Downtown, Franklin, GA
Interacting With: Maria, Kristina, Lorna

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Good lead, this town. They could spend days in Franklin, looting and foraging for supplies. It had a clustered downtown with solid, brick buildings, close enough together that it could be walled off without remotely the effort it took to handle Newnan. Rip up the park in the center and there was good, clear ground for planting. A construction site, complete with raw materials. This could be a home. Hell, this place could be a fallback point, if the shit really hit the fan, though manpower would have to be diverted to make that happen. All in good time.

First order of business: Base camp. There was a nice looking two-story affair with an external steel staircase that looked adequate for their needs. Excellent amount of daylight left. Time to get to it.

Until the radio crackled out a garbled message he barely recognized as Leann's voice. "...we'r un tack, all dow, mu pl dead..."

So much for the first order of business.

"Sorry, ladies. We're cutting the field trip short. I don't know exactly what she said, but Leann isn't about to use the radio unless shit and fan have made solid connection. Home's in trouble."

Ash shot a look at their newest friends, Kristina and Lorna. "You two, um... This doesn't directly involve you. If you want to stay here, hole up for a while, I will come back for you. Otherwise, hop back in and be ready to fight in a half hour."

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Keystone

Location: Road North of Salarn, Camp

Interacting With: The Medieval X-Men, Cyneburg

He was asked, though it seemed the decision was already made concerning the presence of the newcomer. Both the merchant, Cremwise, and the person filling the role of Guard Captain, Kyra, had given a their affirmation. Besides, it was made apparent that the silver in his pocket was for his capacity for violence, not his opinions. For this reason, he said nothing.

Instead, he began cleaning and putting his pans away. He had prepared an adequate meal for those that responded positively to the idea; the arrival of another person meant that someone would have to do without. Not that it was a burden on his part, Keystone had much in the way of provisioning and made it a point to resupply as often as possible. It just meant that, tonight, the gruff Pugilist would be dining on fare more suited to overland travelers. To deny a guest would have been frightfully unethical. Not that he gave a rat's hindquarters about ethics, mind you, but his mother would have slapped him with a wooden spoon if she had witnessed her only boy having a hot meal while a guest did not.

Keystone carefully put his pans away and started chewing on a bit of hardtack. Washing a bite down with ale, he addressed the party.

"Right then, glad we're all chummy. Whenever you lot're ready to turn in, I'm on watch. Who's got next?"

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Charnobylisk

Hell no. You just gave me a segue. Thanks!

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

Yeah, I've had Ash do a big "this is the plan" speech with the Franklin group. I'll need some interaction before I get the message about Newnan and give a big "no, THIS is the plan" speech. Otherwise he just sounds like a nutbar. (Jury's still out on that one)

Black James! is good to go. Very sad, a little angry, but good to go.

Ceasar, meanwhile, is in the back of a truck trying to stabilize a broken akle. @Aewin's character, Meg, is the only one in the group that can respond directly to the radio. Until then, El Jefe has no idea what's going on.

I'm curious to see who gets back home first.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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James Grady

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Location: Stately Residence Driveway just off of Ralls Rd.
Interacting With: Alicia, Dexter, Jamie, Richard

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James looked in horror as his friend and confidant was pulled from her sniper perch in the window. One shot fired before she dropped her rifle on the roof and died, screams cut off by her own blood. James had tried to grab her, successful only in striking the toe of her boot with outstretched fingers. Then she was gone.

He snatched up his pistol, attempting to give her a clean death. Sadly, he was denied this. The horde massed around her, tearing, eating, preventing him a direct line of sight. At least she expired quickly. A few short pumps exiting her jugular she she lost consciousness, adrenaline and shock taking the largest portion of her pain away until Alicia's eyes closed to a world that did not deserve her. James sunk into his chair, heartbroken.

Alicia Gonzalez, a badass from a line of badassery, sniper, close combat specialist, friend. She was loved by more people than she realized. She would be missed.

Dear God, this meant James had to tell everyone.

He looked back at the man who jumped into the Hordebuster first. If there was any good that would come out of Alicia's death, it was that she gave her life for this man. James prayed that he was important in some way; prayed that his continued existence had meaning. It had better.

The intervening seconds between the first man entering and the last seemed impossibly slow. An eternity in a moment. Everything seemed to quiet in one detached space of indeterminate time. James's logical mind stayed sharp, covering the survivors' path to the 'Buster. His emotional mind betrayed him, fighting to express itself in blurry, myopic drops he had to blink away. Had to stay hard. He was surrounded by the Dead, backup just got eaten, and now taking on total strangers by himself. Stay hard.

The last horse crossed the finish line, and James wasted no time pulling the suicide door cable to slam it shut. Not that he actually believed that reanimated corpses had mastered Truck Door Opening skills, but he nailed the manual locks out of sheer determined habit. Immediately, he remembered Alicia's rifle and retrieved it, half standing in his seat by reaching his arm out and blindly groping on the roof. Luck had the barrel in his hand after two fast passes. He lay it the front passenger seat with the rest of Alicia's personal effects, using the action to disguise wiping his face with his sleeve.

James wasn't sure what he should say to these people. Ordinarily, there would be a witty comment, followed by a couple light questions to find out what kind of people they were. Then, he'd assess what he found out (or at least suspected), and either cut his ties to them or invite the lot back to Newnan. He was the official Recruiter, after all. It's what he did.

But this situation was all fucked up.

The question as to what he should say came to him in a flash of incredulous rage, following a weight pressing against his seat and a highly insensitive question hurled at him by one of the Ralls Rd. survivors:

" For the love of God, do you have a cigarette? "

James couldn't believe it. Really couldn't. Perhaps he should have thanked the guy, the sudden rush of anger snapped him out of his more immediate sorrow, bringing him back to the here and now. He yelled with no small amount Southern Accented Belligerence,

"Are you serious? Did you not just see what happened? Unless you wanna walk, you gonna shut up about CIGARETTE and sit the fuck down!"

For half a second, James debated putting a bullet in the man's hip joint. But that would be counterproductive, and it was very possible that events were putting him in a dark place again. Yes, counterproductive. Instead, he pulled the Hordebuster around, circling the roundabout in the driveway and getting himself reoriented to the main road.

The long driveway sloped up at a gentle angle to the street, and it was covered with the Dead. Ordinarily, this would mean the end. On the other hand, ordinarily he wouldn't be in the belly of Captain Ash's Custom Road Monster. Alicia convincing him to "borrow" the machine saved his life, and the lives of those they just rescued. Pity it did not save her as well.

Black James stepped on the accelerator, easing the powerful beast forward slowly at first. On he pressed, picking up speed. At first, he was merely pushing the walking corpses out of the way, but by the time he was fully a third of the way up the drive, a chorus of bone pinged off of the steel of the Buster's great, reinforced cowcatcher as putrid bodies were thrown and scattered like so many undead bowling pins. James sat, steering the Dump Truck of Death through a field of rotting meat, mowing them down like grass and flinging them about in a way that would have been comical, were one to not see the pain and rage decorating his face.

If he were very lucky, he would have rolled over Alicia's corpse and destroyed her brain. But luck didn't seem to be on his side today.

Back on the road, he hauled ass to get ahead of the horde.

The moment he thought they were home free, his radio crackled. "We'r un tack, all dow, mu pl dead,"

"Come again? Didn't readja, what was that about a tack?"

A tack... a tack... attack. Shit. He turned back to the people in the truck behind them, still keeping his gun in hand.

"Aight, look. Ain't supposed to go down this way, ok? I'm a recruiter. This ain't the plan. I think home's gettin' hit, so I gotta cut this run short. If ya'll want to help, fine, follow my lead. If you don't, I'll let you folks out somewhere on the way. Someplace quiet. But I'm turning this bitch around and goin' aggro on some muthafuckas when I get there. Your call."