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🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

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Foy Coiffeur

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Location: Med Bay

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The esteemed Mr. Coiffeur took to heart Carla's words about duty and assignment, phrased in simple and direct words in a way that left no room for wiggling or misinterpretation. It was said in a manner that was both calm and respectful, ensuring that Foy couldn't even take mock offense at the fact that she could not help at the moment, in an attempt to guilt her into the assist anyway. Not that guilt particularly motivated the lady; at least it never had before. Then again, when they knew each other last, the two of them were assigned to some wetwork or another, merrily if aggressively trading ammunition with people who may or may not have deserved it. At least Foy was merry. It was a crisp autumn afternoon, his moustache was freshly waxed (mid-gunfight, mind you), and he was absolutely destroying soft cover with his Callahan, enjoying a rare cigar all the while.

Then again, it might have been stated once or twice that the Gentleman Barber was a borderline sociopath.

His mind snapped back to the present, where regretfully he was being told NO. It was not a thing of which he was overly fond, but he couldn't seem to get a conversational workaround in play fast enough for it to be effective. Instead, he took a slightly more objective approach. "Absolutely, my dear. Of course you have orders; I should have surmised something comparable, given the peculiarities of the day. But I shall require assistance with this final box nonetheless. If madame would be as kind, I would appreciate your help when you find yourself able. Or a nudge to that Lieutenant, polite or no (at the lady's discretion, of course), to get him back on task. Either way is just dandy by me. I'll be in Cargo, acquainting myself with the supplies and sundries."

Foy affected a polite bow to the veteran Assassin, arms stretched out at his sides. "Excuse me, Ma'am." He flashed a dashing smile and exited the Med Bay, bound for parts Cargoey.

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William Harper

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Location: Out-Of-Service Lavatory

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William Harper, Pilot of the I.A.V. Retribution, First Lieutenant in the Alliance Military, continued to survey the scene in the malfunctioning water closet. It was as if he had looked upon a man pulled inside out and left dead on the crapper. His brain had actually used that analogy, possibly as a coping mechanism to deal with the fact that he was, in fact, looking at exactly that: A man had been pulled inside out and was left dead, and as it turned out, he was on the crapper. This was how the Earth-That-Was performer Elvis went, only with even less dignity. Had such a travesty befallen Harper in the moment of his passing, he would have utterly died of embarrassment. If he hadn't just died, that is.

"Well Doctor Moreau," began Liam, "I had all of one conversation with the man. It was enough. The man actually tried to intimidate me into violating the Captain's orders about early takeoff, citing that he would have to cannibalize parts from the crew in case of a medical emergency. I have no sorrow in his passing."

Jahosafat's suggestion that he retrieve cleaning supplies was taken with a nod and a smart pace down the corridor to the nearest ladder. Division of labor was fine with him. He'd rather be cleaning a minimal of bodily fluids in a room with a water source and (perhaps more importantly) a drain. Of course, finding it in an unfamiliar cargo hold would be a minor challenge, but if it was stacked to regulation, it wouldn't be too bad. Now all he had to do was remember regulations. Eh, he'd get it.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Caesar Gonzalez

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Location: Queensguard Private Airfield

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It was almost like old times. Sure, Caesar very much wished that it was nighttime, or that they had walked into this with some type of uniform (be it security, maintenance, or other) for cover. But, you take what you can get, and what they had was broad daylight, open spaces, and guards walking patrol, not to mention a tagalong possessing zero experience with intrusion or stealth. Well, when the going gets tough, the tough find soft cover. Sizing up his options, the elder man looked back to Cecily.

"You got enough samples, Niña? We've got to make it to a building, maybe find some coveralls or something and blend. There's an opening for the next few seconds. If you're good, we're moving. Low and fast, as long as we have cover."

Caesar took yet another look around for anything resembling surveillance devices or intrusion countermeasures, both active and passive. The moment he was confident that they were safe to go, he motioned to his junior B&E colleague to follow. This wasn't his first rodeo, and he wasn't running about all willy-nilly. Come to think of it, if anyone had ever accused Caesar of doing anything "All Willy-Nilly", they ran the very serious risk of being marionetted with their own intestines and made to perform the Latino version of the Gettysburg Address.

Gruesome public speaking assignments aside, Caesar checked for signage, indicating anything that matched up with the itinerary provided to him earlier. Safety and avoiding detection was the primary motivation with his choice of movement, but he and Cecily had to get somewhere useful. Otherwise, why even come out here? So, find the next blind point in the security rotation, and...

"C'mon, we go now."

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J. Keystone

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Location: Queensguard R&D Industrial Complex: Security Hub

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The large man's eyes scanned the S.O.P. checklist for securing this particular site in preparation for a V.I.P. It was, as the first "S" in the initial acronym, fairy Standard. Written up by the first Directors of this location, a Miss Gonzalez and a Miss Dunn. The checklist gave good illustrations of the facility, including checkpoints, possible entry points, concerns, threat areas, kill zones, sniping points, and the occasional "nuclear option". Everything seemed to be in order.

As Keystone began his walk to the receiving area of the facility, he opened up a channel on his comm. In a deep but quiet voice, he addressed the standing personnel, "Listen up, then. We 'ave a "Capital V.", I.P. comin' in the next few. Addin' to proper service, I want a last minute sweep. Raw eyes on it, confirm with cameras after. Also, one man outta every group, um... whoever's last name's first alphabetical, scan eyes upward - spy and sniper spots, on and off site. This's gonna be a smooth receive, else heads roll. Good job as yet. Keep it up."

This wasn't exactly his ideal job at the moment, Acting Director, but handling something like this was entirely within his skill set. Now if the job could only incorporate him pummeling two to four men senseless with his bare fists, then it would be very much like an active and entertaining Saturday evening back home. Keystone shook his head, and met up with the other two agents on receiving detail. They silently nodded to one another, and moved to wait at the interior of the doors leading out. Selecting a narrower bandwidth, he contacted the Hub. "How we lookin', eh?"

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

Ntaj got to see one explode right in front of him, when a hurled kunai took it out. Same for the others that Keystone and Kyra took out before the wall came up. As for the rest, he can hear them blowing up from the other side of the ice wall, as well as the ice wall itself partially collapsing.

The tent, though - not sure where it was set up in the first place. I'm assuming it's near the fire, on the friendly side of the wall.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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The Great Bazhooli

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Location: Building 7 (Rec Center)

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No strippers? It seemed downright UnAmerican. But perhaps Jack had a point; The Great Bazhooli was very new here. Jack was new here too, but perhaps the man knew a couple of things that he did not. Honestly, Bazhooli was rather interested in attempting to get the entire, classic interpretation of the "Bachelor Party" together, so it became the slightest bit depressing for him to have his efforts curtailed. Then he realized the simple truth of the matter, being that this was not his party, and these people were probably not as colorful as his native clan. This was for Comrade Jack. Jack's party. And as Best Man, it was his responsibility to attempt to make something memorable for the Groom-to-be, on terms as close to his as possible.

Bazhooli pondered over this thought inwardly, even as he hurled a series of bowling pins into the air with the intent of catching them a second later and stylishly tossing them back upward again. "Spasibo, spasibo!"₁ he exclaimed cheerfully as the Massachusetts native tossed one pin, then the other at his hands. Bazhooli faltered just a hair as he incorporated them into the revolving wooden pins. Whether it was his own fault for lack of strenuous practice on the skill lately, or the error of the untrained man tossing him pins was immaterial. Doing this a few more times would work out any minor mishaps like this. Not that it was a mishap, so much. Just the tiniest sliver embarrassing that he had to take a hand out of the rhythm for a millisecond to adjust. If nothing else, the Russian Circus was demanding in terms of acceptable deviation from perfection.

"Very nice, Jack. Smooth. Maybe ve try again, please? Hold on..." Keeping the pins going, he ejected two of them from the rotation fairly fluidly. Were he passing them off to another trained juggler, the toss would have looked a little different, a touch flashier and spinny. But Bazhooli suspected that his new friend had zero training in the skill, so it was a flat, soft hurl, both times around.

He continued jugging just the three, switching from a full cascade back to the typical, one pin in the air at a time style of juggling common across the globe. It was about this time that Meg neared the two. In his concentration to get the transition correct (and hopefully knock some dust off of his skills juggling things that were not sharp), The Great Bazhooli may have waited a little longer than was polite to answer Meg.

"Sorry! Very sorry, little Meg. Doing vell, very vell. Am not needing anything right now..." he trailed off for a moment, "...but time to practice, and plan for show."

The other other new person, Tatiana, had her own query, followed up by Jack. The petite ballerina displayed some curiosity as to her intended's role in the actual performance, the follow-up putting the decision squarely on Bazhooli. Truth was, he hadn't actually thought that far forward on what role, if any, Jack would have in the performance, nor precisely what they would be doing. It obviously would involve juggling and dancing, but aside from that it, like his pins, were up in the air. Moreover, the odd Cossack didn't want to make any promises that didn't work out, nor exclude anyone from being a part of the festivities. Especially if it might drive a wedge between a new, young couple.

"Vould love help! But for now, Jack just helps me practice. Maybe ve sit down, set up show. Talk about how ve put talents together, da?"

Translations

1 = Thank you, thank you!

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Bridgette Vinters

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Location: (at the side of) Franklin Rd/Hwy 34, headed west (hopefully soon)

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Bridgette's mood lightened, if only incrementally. She was still dead certain that something had to be going on nearby in the woods, and now that the damsel had been undistressed (and hadn't attacked them), she was anxious to leave before any potential ambush got sprung. It had already not been the best of days, overall. She didn't want to end it by being dead. Trusting Astrid to continue watching her back, the taller Valkyrie kept her gave outward, ready to transition from spear to sawed-off if needed. Absently, she motioned to herself and her battle sister, intoning, "That's Astrid. I'm Bridgette. We need to get out of here."

Still, she gave minor contemplation to the words of their latest personnel acquisition. "Well, aren't you the sweet-talker? I'll admit, first impression says you've got potential, even if you're not the horsey, stababitch type. Hurry your ass up, though. We've gotta ride. Some fucker's hurt real bad, and we're playing ambulance."

Bridgette backed Cadence up slowly as the new girl got her stuff together. It was her hope that this woman was legit, the last thing she wanted to do was bring someone compromising into their home. Of course, if it worked out okay, it would be nice having another member of the Girls' Club, particularly if she could handle herself in a scrap. Or for other, carnally selfish reasons. They had gotten lucky in that regard with their friend and roommate Bryn, a person of similar moral leanings and refinement. Fingers crossed. It was technically secondary to their overall mission of survival and building up the Newnan community, but the modern day shieldmaiden would feel at least a little depressed otherwise.

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

@Lady Amalthea @Sigil @Dragoknighte @rivaan @POOHEAD189 @Lucius Cypher @IcePezz @The Grey Dust

UPDATE CHANGE

I have failed to take into consideration the tactic described that Sana was using while casting her ice wall spell, and upon earnest reflection, I do not believe that I have described it effectively in the OOC. My apologies to all those involved, particularly Lady A and Rivaan. Now then:

The ice wall is 2/3 of a full circle, beginning and ending on either side of the cave entrance. It is a solid three feet thick, and ten feet high in the front, center portion between most of the party and the bad guys. (forms a kind of peak). There are two characters on the outside of the wall - Kyra and Lerraina. They are taking sniping positions from the trees to the left forward.

One skeleton actually got caught in the wall as it was forming. It was held there until the ice started hardening properly, at which time it detonated. Crack...

The round segment just following the wall going up, the remaining skeletons slamming into it in a six foot wide section at the very front, each exploding in concussive waves and bone shards. They manage to demolish several inches, probably a foot's worth of ice inward, thinning it out considerably. Further, the peak at the front has collapsed, shortening the wall to approximately 5.5 feet tall in that area. If your characters are taller than that, you have a good view of what lays beyond, ambient light conditions notwithstanding.

Hope that paints a clearer picture. Any questions, hit me up.

@rivaan

Ok, NOW you're good to post. Sorry again.

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

@rivaan

If you would, please hold your post for a bit. Have to fix an oversight in the last update. Thanks.

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

@Lady Amalthea @Sigil @Dragoknighte @rivaan @POOHEAD189 @Lucius Cypher @IcePezz @The Grey Dust

Alright, Lady A: Sana's spell pulls off nicely, and she keeps footing. Best of luck keeping the Ice Wall maintained before turning into a bardcicle.

Everyone else: Big wall of ice, in case that wasn't obvious. What might not be obvious is that the ground around everyone is quickly losing friction. Consider this in your posts, as I will be considering it in Specific Resolutions at the end of round. If anyone has any questions about the present lay of the land, let me know.

@rivaan - I believe it was Satilla's turn. Have at it.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

FINE, twist my arm, why dontcha?

I want in. I have an idea for a woman trained by the Vatican to hunt Soulless. The kind of lady that travels from place to place, living out of churches local to the area of assignment, receiving orders from the Head Office about stuff that needs doing.

She'll be raised as a Nun. Battle Nun. Preaching Heaven and beating the Hell out of people. When she's not Leading Mass, she's out Kicking Ass. <ahem> ...while upholding her vows of obedience, poverty, and chastity. Fresh out of training, too. Sound workable?

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

@Lady Amalthea @Sigil @Dragoknighte @rivaan @POOHEAD189 @Lucius Cypher @IcePezz @The Grey Dust

Mid Rotation Update

Because the front few (out of the ten sprinting directly at our plucky protagonists) have exploded, it will take a couple more round segments before the rest make spectacularly unwelcome contact with the rest of the group.

No, I'm not telling you when.

Be advised, when it does happen I will be stopping the round again, and we can all watch the fireworks in slow motion. But back to the lineup:

Initiative:

Sana
Satilla
Cyneburg
Thomas
Calanon - You may post an end-of-round detailing that you're getting your groove back, but no direct actions this round.

@Lady Amalthea, I believe we continue the festivities with Sana.

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

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Mid-Round Update

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Okay boys and girls, TIME OUT. I know, pausing mid-rotation kind of throws your game off, but there is a horrifying event which may or may not occur, based upon how these first few rolls play out. Told tight your loved ones, grip your favorite d20s, and above all, courage.

Specific Resolutions

Ntaj: With a highly utilitarian overhead chop, Ntaj dispatches the skeleton near Thomas. That's the good news. He very successfully gives the group his basic outline of his intentions, and hauls toward melee range with the staggered skeletons approaching at a dead run. Unfortunately, in his haste he slips on an orange peel and takes a dive forward. And here I had no idea oranges even grew this far north. That's the bad news. Or good, depending upon how you look at it. Don't worry, it gets worse. More bad news: As you were intentionally running toward these guys, one has a direct intercept path and will reach you in a couple more round segments. Fingers crossed.

Kyra: Not a bad shot with that bow. You manage to nail one of the skellys closest to the front. It detonates, spraying concussive force and shards of bone in all directions around it, giving off the same explosive cracking sound as before. I'm going to assume that the wind was with you on this, though - apparently your arrow survived well enough to strike another, albeit toward the back. Likewise, krak-boom. Neither skeleton was within the blast range of a party member.

Keystone: It's not as pretty, nor as impressive as his up close and personal work, but it did the job. The first kunai nails the skeleton running full tilt at Keystone and Sana. The boomage is massive. A half-second later, the other kunai strikes another target - the one running at Ntaj. It detonates while he is still outside of the blast radius, but just barely. The dagger spins off, striking a tree not too horribly far away from Kyra. Another blade appears in his hand, and he appears to be scanning the field for a viable target.

Lerraina: She gets where she needs to go without issue. Life does not suck.

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Mid-Round

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The greater part of this new and horrifying wave seems to be running for Team Human(ish), though not to exclusion. A disproportionately low number of the Orcs are equipped with missile weapons, though out of sheer desperation a few have taken to hurling shields or their primary weapons in front of them, with limited effectiveness. The casualty rate among the front line is massive. Whatever dark sorcery was used in the creation of this particular brand of undead creature, it probably wasn't penned by someone who loved puppies and long walks on the beach.

The sound of bones being forcibly smashed apart from the inside resounded in their little section of the forest, muffled only slightly by the bodies of the Orcs they were exploding into. But these were only the ones that were ahead of the rest, the ones that had massed forward to attack whatever it was out there in the dark, rather than wait for more to come to them. Of course, they had it in their minds that it was merely more common skeletal adversaries. Well, half right is still right. Sort of.

From what you can tell, looking at the movements of these new skeletons, they aren't picking opponents. They are streaking forward in generally straight lines, maintaining a short distance from each other. Thanks to the efforts of the guys using missile weapons, they haven't quite reached the group yet, but that isn't stopping them from trying. Four down, six remain.

3.... 2.... 1....

TIME IN.