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Red Dead Reckoning

Location: Armadillo || Mentions: @RedVII[@Sad_Ogo]@Berlin@c3p-0h

It wasn't difficult for Erik to comprehend that his actions would garner such reactions that he got. He wasn't surprised, not one bit, he had just shot two men after all. So when the lady bartender who had just jumped the counter told him to get he preacher himself, Erik looked up at her with a calm and collected face. If she was going to lose her shit over this, he sure wasn't. "I would, my good madam, but I don't know where the preacher is." Erik casually told the quite temperamental lady. And not long after, the boss-woman also joined the conversation.

She was more polite than the freckled on, however her authority weighed heavier than the first one. "No, I'm not. With all due respect, ma'am, if I was, the saloon would be one of the last places I'd allow her to roam around." Erik still hadn't gotten an answer from the little girl on why she was there at all, and he suspected that he wouldn't be getting one either way. Some kids opened their mouth and never closed it if you got them started. Others rarely even spoke with their parents unless neccecary. Giving little Seven a kind look as she was finally given her glass of lemonade, Erik smiled at her and turned back to Roz behind the counter. "I like to think so too, ma'am. Just keeping an eye on her, being an responsible adult." Erik continued to tell Roz, lifting up his glass of whiskey and emptying the few last drops that had remained.

He was starting to doubt whether or not he was going to find any answers here, seen as he'd have to explain himself since he first set foot in that little town. "I will do that, my good lady, I will. But for now I just need another drink and some rest for my sore…" Erik began to tell her, stopping himself from saying the word "ass" and instead ending it on "…backside. But that man needs a preacher first, that sorry hombré. Could I get another glass of whiskey, ma'am`? Please."

Another man decided to get the Preacher there by sending another kid in the saloon out to get him. It was the same man who'd sat with the Mexican fella over at the poker game, or so he thought. It was difficult to discern what was going on outside from the counter where Erik sat. When he returned, the Mexican's friend, Erik would get a word in with him. If not for information, then in the very least his condolences and whether he could help.

Erik turned around in his seat when he heard someone call for the little girl. She had remained silent as ever, drinking from the lemonade Erik bought for her and making her way over to a man seated in the saloon. With or without the second glass of cheap American whiskey in hand, Erik got up and followed after Seven towards the table. Erik stood there for a moment, just looking at the stranger who told him she was called Seven. "Seven, aye?" Erik repeated her name, giving her a brief look with his innocent smile from before, before looking back again.

Did he say "Melbattons"? Erik looked at the man in disbelief for a solid handful of seconds, did he really have any clues on them? Before Erik could pry for more information, little Seven asked Erik bluntly if he was a bounty hunter. Draven's barking at her made Erik look back at the mysterious man, holding up his hand while telling him "No no, that's quite alright. The little lady is entitled to ask." Erik chuckled at the fact Draven repeated the question, pulling out a chair and taking a seat with them. "Yes and no, mister. I've been looking for the Melbattons for a while now. No, I'm not a bounty hunter. Not by profession or intention, if you understand? I have some unfinished…business with them. Personal, very personal. Do you know where I can find them, Mister…?"

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

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Mahendra Huq Zalil & Richard Barker

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Location: Athribis (Underground)
Skills: N/A - Observation, People-reading, Deduction

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Richard lifted up his free hand, placing the burning cigarette in-between his lips before reaching up to scratch his nose. Carefully. It was still hurting like the day after St. Patrick's 1911, but still in place. He listened to what the group of shady strangers were telling him, or rather, what they weren't. After his little introduction and subsequent apology to the fine gentleman of English descent and tight trousers, none of them even bothered to accknowledge his presence anymore. The older guy had turned his back on him, same had one of the American gals and the two others. Why, this was going south faster than…Richard was running out of metaphors. Perhaps it wasn't a fog that was making his vision blurry? Perhaps it was very detective spirit that was leaving his body, making him as useless as he felt?

Mahendra meanwhile was paying as little attention to the noisy American than he had done previously, focusing on their way forward and the members of the party who were ready to head into the unknown. Turning to the Lord Major, Mahendra was about to make a suggestion for the good old rear-guard action, when Nora spoke back to him. And not in a manner he was expecting. Mahendra's eyes widened some at her curt words, taken back by it. "…Miss Kingston, I…My deepest apologies, that was never my intentions." Mahendra attempted to apologize to Nora, not understanding how she took his words so wrong. He had merely did the gentlemanly thing of asking…perhaps she had misheard him?

Only one of them decided to give the American PI some more attention. It was one of the other American ladies, though Richard really had no way of knowing who she was. Of course, more humorous lines from a Broadway show thrown his way. Moving the cigarette from one corner of his mouth to the other, he looked at her, rolling his eyes at her words but scrutinizing the following line. Tell them who they were looking for, and they could come along? Was the gal trying to trick Richard? From what Richard could gather with his long and bloodied nose, expert eyes and experience, he figured she was telling the truth. Perhaps…

They were going down into the darkness, into the unknown in search of answers and Miss Belladonna. Who knew if they would discover either of the two, or the cold grasp of Death that would entomb them down there? The thought crossed Mahendra's mind, but he attempted to show it aside as he turned back to the Lord Major and the matter of the rear-guard. "If I may make a suggestion, Lord Major Sir? I would volunteer for such an important task, but my expertice is better suited up front or in the middle of our column. May I suggest that Miss Benaszweski does the honour? She is already fraternizing with the American…" Mahendra suggested to the Lord Major as politely and humble as he could, both out of its practicality and his growing issue with Gene.

And just like that, the cat was out of the proverbial bag. Faye stepped out from her cover and made her presence known. Richard watched her make her way over to him, listening to what she decided to tell the group. Perhaps she was right, these weren't the same people who caused the mayhem above ground, but then who were they? Perhaps Faye's more diplomatic attempt would work better with this crowd, so Richard let her speak, giving her time in the spotlight. Letting Faye finish her explaination, Richard let out a puff of cigarette smoke, chimming in his two cents. "What she said, and some of the Americans who apparently run this dig-site but are nowhere to be found. We just need to ask them some questions." Richard said briefly to the woman, sighing as he continued. "We don't want any trouble. Frankly I've been through enough crap today, as you can see. We're both private investigators, we can help."

With the Fellowship starting to make their way into the tunnel, Mahendra began to follow after Nora who was leading the charge into their Destiny! Mahendra would not take the lead, still feeling apologetic for having caused Nora to feel offended by his words. But he still stood by what he told the Lord Major, his expertice was better used up front. Holding out his burning torch to give the others some light, Mahendra began to survey the path ahead of them. Lauren's earlier and unanswered question about what kind of traps they would come across echoed through his mind, hoping they would not meet the same fate as Belladonna had.

Roll Request - Mahendra

Characters current location: Athribis, Underground.
Characters attempted actions: Also following Nora and looking out for traps or anything of interest down in the tunnel.
Any and all skills being used: Excavation, Geology, Understanding of Egyptian superstition
Why each skill is being called: Excavation to draw from his experience in archeology to see if anything of that sort sticks out to him, Geology to see if any of the rocks are looking unusual compared to the others, and Understanding of Egyptian superstition in order to pick out any markings or symbols that might stick out.
Desired location: Athribis, Underground. Following Nora and Gene down into the tunnel.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Robert Adler

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Location: Indiana(Entering Grimm)
Skills: N/A

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"Sounds like a lovely couple of people then. Perhaps we can get some answers as well…" Robert began to say back to Adelaide, chuckling at the Ozzy and Harriet comment as he turned away from the house. Now that was a show his parents had talked about a lot throughout his childhood. It was the type, no, the Show with capital S that Robert initally thought his own adult life would end up like. Sure there were some kind of trouble at home, but it was meant to turn out all right in the end.

Not standing outside an empty-looking house with an abandoned cop car parked outside, now emitting sounds of screaming and gunfire from the inside. Robert swallowed his own words, turning as quick as ever to see what the hell was going on. "What the…" Then someone else shouted in there, at least he thought it was someone else. Looking back at Adelaide, Robert began to make his way towards the house. "Call the cops, now! Whether or not they're here, clearly we need more police here!" Robert ordered Adelaide as he fiddled with something underneath his jacket. His hands would have been up in his face, rubbing his eyes to get rid of the accursed haze that was bothering him, but the shooting took priority right now. As annoying as it was, Robert didn't mind seeing shit if someone else was getting shot.

Robert jogged his way from where Adelaide had parked and up to the house, getting to the front door that stood ajar and pressing his shoulder up against the wall as he slowly pulled it out. His gun. This was not one of those days he wanted to use it, but the series of gunshots that came from inside didn't bode well. Especially not for the Tinder's and the cops who were not present. "Hello? Who's there? Don't shoot!" Robert shouted back into the house, leaning his head through open door, trying to see if he saw anything inside.

This was a stupid idea. But it was better than staying back and doing nothing, wasn't it?

Roll request Robert

Characters current location: Grimm,Indiana, Tinder house. Leaning in through the door.
Characters attempted actions: Peaking inside the house in order to see what is going on. Preferably without getting shot.
Any and all skills being used: N/A
Why each skill is being called: N/A
Desired location: Same as before.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: H6 Quarantine (Conference Room)
Skills: N/A

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It wasn't Alexander's right to pry the others for what was going on, what the matter with them was. He had never really been that type of guy either asking about people's feelings. Probably inherited it from his own father who only rarely asked little Alex' how he was. Not in the sense of "How are you? Let me tell you about my day and…". No, he meant in a geniune and loving way that a father could ask his only son. Alexander had only been asked that when his father wasn't sober, and he hadn't been honest.

How much he regretted that…perhaps then his father wouldn't have…

Alexander wouldn't ask anyone, but he did notice the two girls sitting together away from the rest. One of them were sad, Amelia he thought her name was. Why? Was it the briefing? His natural sense of curiosity was unsurprisingly peaked, but he wouldn't ask. He didn't want people asking questions if…when he had had his 'episode'. Why was he to treat others any other way? So Alexander was understandably dissapproving when the other group began to theorize about the briefing, audibly coughing at it. Without words, but it was not their business. In due time they would be told, or not at all.

So much hinged on people acting like that. Like Alexander hoped. There were many things the veteran didn't wanted to be asked, much more he did wish to answer.

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Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (Conference Room)
Skills: N/A

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This time Erica did follow Nigel "Hadrian" over to the tv and their two crazy grandparents. Good, it would have been awkward for her to follow him after asking her twice, not to mention the possible ire of said grandparents who were sure to create more mocking content for the coming month. There wasn't much space left to sit it seemed, Erika taking up the arm of the couch and the rest having piled in other spots. Nigel looked around for a moment, eyes glancing over little Jamie as he was more than comfortable sitting and standing on Wayne, before catapulting the idea of sitting on either Hank or Erica as quick as it had crossed his mind. Bad idea. "Did you miss us, Hank?"

Nigel "Hadrian" decided to slowly slide down onto the floor, leaning his shoulder and head against the couch arm that Erica had occupied, trying not to get in her way too much. Nigel smiled at Erica as he sat down, hoping she wouldn't mind. Looking at the tv-screen, he couldn't honestly say he'd watched the movie. It was clear to him it was 'inspired' by historical events and periods, as much as later European empires were inspired by Rome. While he waited for the imminent siege of Roman referances from Hank and Wayne, Erika posed the question he wondered about too; What had the largest group been briefed about? Wayne had is own idea of what they had talked about, something which actually made some mad sort of sense. Hell, even a broken clock was right two times a day.

"Whatever it is they talked about, I'm sure we either won't be told at all or when they find it fitting." Nigel threw his opinion into the conversation, looking at each of his little group of survivors. Perhaps Wayne was right, and their group were thrown out? With Wayne being around them, he wouldn't be surprised. Angry yes, but not entirely surprised. They had watched each other's backs before, and Nigel "Hadrian" would do it again. Even if he didn't like two-thirds of his companions. Turning back to Hank and his commenting, Nigel took the bait. "Anything you want me to tell the little man? Or would it ruin the movie for you?"

Red Dead Reckoning

Location: Armadillo || Mentions: @RedVII@Sad Ogo@Berlin

"Okei Erik…hva nå…What now?" Erik was talking to himself, again like so many times he had found himself sitting by himself. Be it in a saloon, a church, a low-life dump of a shanty town filled with the dowtrodden and…himself. Soon Erik was given his drink of whiskey, to which he duly paid as he got it and starting drinking. Now he wasn't a heavy drinker, never had. It was only after the murder of his parents and burning of their farm that he started taking to the bottle. It didn't fill the hole in his chest, but it helped.

So with the glass of whiskey in one hand and the wanted-poster in his other, Erik sat at the saloon counter and simply stared at the same faces he'd stared at so many times before. He was out of clues, out of leads and without any friends. "Come on, think. What now…"

Erik didn't expect anyone to answer his questions to himself, so when he heard the commotion going on behind him, he turned around to see what could be trouble. It was a saloon, trouble was a constant companion for these sorts of places. Erik couldn't make out all the conversation, but clearly someone was not happy with the outcome of a poker game and the Mexican-looking fella who won. Erik was about to get up, getting ready to step in and calm down the situation as guns were pulled, but someone else stepped in to play the role as diplomat. Good, things turned out better than expected. No one got shot, and even the barmaid thanked them with a bottle of their own. Now that was new, but Erik took that as the cue for minding his own business again.

Not that he got time to contemplate his own troubles, as someone bull-rushed through the swing-doors of the Armadillo saloon, vaulted over the counter and rammed into a cabinet…What on Earth was going on in this town? But nothing bad was happening at the moment, and so Erik turned back to his whiskey. The Devil's water, but these days, Erik had made a few deals with Him for the greater good.

"Well hello there, little Miss." Erik's attention was drawn to the little girl that walked up to the counter, asking the bartender for something less stingy than a wasp in a bottle. Poor thing, had some of these bastards tried to get her drunk? Turning to the same bartender the girl talked to, Erik pulled out some more money and raised his voice to her. "Hey bartender, get the girl a glass of lemonade. And no booze in it, woud you? Please and thank you." Erik ordered from the bartender, slowly not feeling surprised if anything like that could and had happened. But he gave them all the benefit of the doubt, and turned back to the girl.

"Drinking booze at your age isn't something I would recommend, Miss. Trust me, I talk from experience. May I ask what you are doing out here at this time?" Erik began to talk with the girl, wondering what on Earth a little girl like her was doing in a saloon out of all places? Was she trying to find and bring back her drunkard of a father? Did her mother work here, either behind or in front of the counter? "My name's Erik, what's yours?" But As he still held the wanted-poster there, another question became more interesting for him.

"Say, you wouldn't happen to have seen these men? You or your friends or parents?" Erik asked her instead, letting his previous musings go unanswered as he held out the wanted-poster for her to see. If she was in a saloon, God knew what else she could have seen. "These are some bad, bad men, let me tell you. Last time I've heard, they called themselves The Melbattons or something. Have you seen or heard of them?"

It wasn't supposed to be a quiet night in any manner, it seemed. Just as Erik had finished asking the girl about the gang he wanted dead, there was a series of shots coming from the outside. Erik was on his feet in a matter of seconds, having pulled out his revolver and making a run for the wall just beside the revolving doors of the saloon. If there was trouble ahead, Erik wasn't going to run away. Pearing his head out just enough to make out the scene on the street, he saw two men lying dead on the ground. One was the Mexican who had just won the poker game…

"You two, don't do anything more stupid!" Erik shouted at the two remaining men, who both turned as quickly as he had exited the saloon, guns aiming towards him. He had warned them, hadn't he? Before the two could pull off an easy kill on the blonde cowboy, Erik had planted two or three bullets in them and their guts. "…why do they always resist…" Erik holstered his gun, slowly making his way down the steps and towards the dead or dying men. The Mexian was dead, shot in the head. Erik sighed at the sight, closing his dead and empty eyes and quickly muttering something akin to a prayer in Spanish, before getting up on his feet and making his way back into the saloon. "Someone get the Preacher and the Sheriff, now. Looks like someone wanted revenge over justice out there…" He called out to the saloon, walking back to where he had been sitting only a few minutes before and downing the whole glass. "Duels…I hate duels, they never end good…"

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

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Mahendra Huq Zalil & Richard Barker

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Location: Athribis (Underground)
Skills: N/A - Observation, People-reading, Deduction

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Mahendra could not believe the audacity, the imprudence and the boldness that this new American had to not only disregard his own questions towards him, but also the fact that he turned the question back at them and threatened them like some common thug! How dare he!? Who did this man think he was? Mahendra was cautiously curious as to the identity of him, but he was more than happy to let the honourable Lord Major take charge of this confrontation. And Mahendra couldn't be more proud at his unofficial superior's handling of it, showing the dasterdly American some good, British diplomacy.

It still did trouble him the obscuring haze that befall the remainders of the Fellowship, all of which now agreed in their dissposition. Mahendra looked over to his American friend, Lauren, giving her a slight smile back at her words of madness. "Not more crazy than anyone else of us. This is something…something larger than life."

Richard was really not doing a good job it seemed. Rather than getting the jump on the group of strangers and possibly fishing out some small piece of clue or evidence out from their surprised lips, all he got was a stern talk from the older gentleman. Typical, that was your typical British stiff upper lip. Though he had to give it to the Army grandpa, even if it wasn't helping.

So it turned out the old grandpa was in fact an authority figure, according to himself. Perhaps it was the haze that ultimately was screwing around with Richard, but he did look a whole lot like he was military. The way he dressed, spoke and held himself all pointed to the British Army, which to Richard's annoyed revelation gave the man a whole more authority than the American archeologists had down in these tunnels. And from the tone of what Richard had just been told, pushing either lines of questioning wasn't a good idea. "I see…Sir."

Pushing the matter of the nosey American aside, Mahendra nodded in agreement to the Lord Major's suggestion of attending to their affairs. "Indeed Sir, let us do so." Mahendra turned and made his way over to Nora who had to his great respect done some rather impressive mapping of the way forward. Mahendra gave her a polite smile and an approving nod, holding his torch out towads the dark tunnel that awaited them. "Miss Kingston, would you like to have the honour of being the pathfinder, or shall I?"

Richard continued in his efforts to play it cool as he listened to what Faye whispered up to him. If he could have turned and given her his piece of mind, he'd tell her something along the lines of "No shit, Sherlock.". But she was right, he hadn't been the best detective right then and there. Wrong time and place to threathen someone with snitching. Clearly he needed a different approach, which was apparent with one of the ladies straight up laughing at him. Richard slowly put away his blackjack club back under his jacket, his right hand now free to smoke the cigarette to his heart's desire. "Look I'm sorry. I clearly shouldn't have asked. I'm just trying to find someone I thought was down here, but I'll back off. Okay?" Richard told the group, slowly stepping away from them and making sure he was not getting close to the hole in the ground. Oh great, how much was Faye going to make fun of this later on? And more importantly, where the hell were those Americans?

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Robert Adler

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Location: Indiana(Entering Grimm)
Skills: N/A

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Robert was having no luck in that car it seemed; First he couldn't read some easy-peasy files on the ride down south because he got car sick, then he had some terrifying nightmares that frankly hit a little too close for comfort, and now? Now he couldn't get online on his phone to do something useful. Robert sighed and grumbled in annoyance at his phone, giving it a few futile moments of a last attempt, before just giving up on the whole thing digging his phone back into a pocket. Clearly this wasn't a good time to be sitting on the phone. "Had anyone but you just told me that, I'd given them the benefit of the doubt. But you? I'm starting to warm up to Chicago again." Robert told Adelaide as they pulled up to what he presumed was their intended destination. His vision was still all weird and wonky, but the house looked normal…

Until Robert also noticed the cop car and the open door. Why were the cops there? Then again at the mention of Marc, it could make sense that they were there to inform of his demise. Robert sure didn't know, he didn't know anyone from Grimm or how things worked there. Getting out of the car with Adelaide, Robert rounded the car and stood leaning against it for a moment, just taking a look at the whole scene clad in that annoying haze. "How come? You think they're too nuts to be affected by…whatever it is?" Robert asked her, though it was more of a rhetorical question than anything. Why did she think this was affecting some, but not everyone? Though why did Robert assume it didn't? Robert really should have majored in something other than Law, perhaps chemistry or psychology, something that could explain the haze. "So who's these guys anyway? The Tinders? They know anything about this haze?"

Haze. Robert was already starting to dislike that word for all it was worth. Haze. Like his entire life was just one big, fat, unsuccessful haze.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: H6 Quarantine (Conference Room)
Skills: N/A

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Alexander shot the loud-mouthed Wayne a narrow smile upon hearing that little Jamie, "Little Kick Ass" was doing just fine. He hadn't had the faintest thought that such a sweet little creature would feel safe in the arms of a man like Wayne, but now that he was sitting with them watching TV, he had to admit it warmed his ol' veteran's heart. In all the madness, death and destruction that had wrecked the world beyond recognition, this…this put a good feeling in Alexander. Just like the war in Vietnam painted a monstreous picture of the world to a young grunt from Chicago, there were still brief vignettes that had made him smile. Made him hope.

Alexander waved back and smiled at Manny as he joined them in enjoying the couches and Mel Brooks movie, reading the unusal silence in his usually talkative fellow baby-boomer as a sign that he needed some space. At least he would have wanted that himself. When Manny wanted to talk, Alexander would be there. But until then, Alexander indulged in the mute viewing of the TV and let his brain dip into low-gear. As the others slowly began to trickle back into the Conference room, Alexander payed them only the briefest of attention. He wasn't going to ask questions, not now, and not to anyone. Only Beatrice and Thana, if and when the time was right. Now they wanted to be left alone, either with someone else or by themselves.

The only thing that really lit up in Alexander's mind in his moment of mental hibernation, was how long this was going to last? Would it last, and for who? Would he once again be of use for good ol' Uncle Sam and his previous brothers in arms, after all those years and bloodshed? Or was the prosthetic leg given to him a parting gift, out of charity or pity for a man who couldn't watch over himself? Once again the fear of his usefulness expired like an overdue can of peaches rang a chord in his mind, but he repressed it like so many times before. The reassuring face and voice of the General, Aeron, the Dragon, showed itself before his eyes…what age was he? Was it Aeron the young superior in 'Nam, or the gentle old man in Camp Mexico Beach?

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Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (Conference Room)
Skills: N/A

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"It was worth a shot. I promise, give me time and I'll think of some good name you'll either laugh or shake your head at." Nigel told Erica with the same sort of slight smile she had given him. Nigel "Hadrian" had been a teacher, not a comedian or an actor. Coming up with witty nicknames was not something he'd studied in university, and even his own nickname he'd used for the better part of his adult life was not his own. Some of the more experienced reenactors of the Legion XIII Augusta had called him that, "Hadrian", and to this day Nigel had never really understood why, whether it was a compliment or an insult.

"And that would have frightened me, but somehow, I trust Wayne on this one." Nigel commented on Wayne taking care of little Jamie, as the other group of survivors person by person returned to the Conference room. It didn't get past him that neither James nor Tatiana went to get Jamie from Wayne, perhaps having full confidence that their friendly neighbourhood drug-addict was more than capable with kids. "The kid looks happy enough."

The question made Nigel turn his head and look at Erica with blushed cheeks and opened eyes. Him, with kids? He looked at her for a moment, speechless, before forcing a chuckle and smiling a little. "Not my first thought of priority, but sure, Erica. As long as they're never called that. Ever." He told her, half laughing and half getting tired of the whole Sportacus-thing. But kids? "Never thought about kids, honestly…Never enough time and, you know…"

Nigel and Erica was once again called on from the TV couch, this time by Hank. Nigel gave Hank a shake of his head at the repeated calling of "Sportacus" and "Apocalypse Barbie", not sure which one was worse. But in the end, he sighed and had to smile at Erica, nodding in the direction of the tv before slowly making his way towards the group. "Sure you don't want to join me? Seems those two miss us, and little Jamie is okay with them so."

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Robert Adler

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Location: Indiana(Entering Grimm)
Skills: N/A

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"Say what? This ain't the coffee?" Robert replied in jawning disbelief, trying to stretch his body away the best he could without taking up too much space in the car. At first he didn't register it properly, but clearly Adelaide was not in fact okay. "Okay, what else have we eaten together then…" Robert was in the process of asking, still not entirely convinced of this not being anything normal. People didn't just all of a sudden start having fuzzy vision. Right?

Clearly Robert was wrong, as he finally looked out of the car. People all around them were freaking out over something, which must have been the same haze that troubled him and Adelaide. Okay, there had to be logical and sound reason for this. Robert didn't turn to Adelaide as she almost ran over a family getting in the way, holding on for dear life. "Jesus fucking Christ Almighty!" Okay, things were getting seriously out of control faster than Catholic priest confessing in a brothel. "Okay…this ain't just some coffee…what the crap is going on, Adelaide? Is Grimm really this cursed?"

Since the haze was affecting everyone around them, surely this had to be more than a local thing. Pulling out his phone, Robert began typing away on it, trying to Google the shit out of this. "What do you bet this…fog-thingy is messing with others?"

Roll request Robert

Characters current location: Grimm,Indiana (entering Grimm)
Characters attempted actions: Doing some Googling in order to find out of more people around the country are experiencing the same haze.
Any and all skills being used: Research
Why each skill is being called: Using Research in order to quickly and thoroughly searching the internet with his phone.
Desired location: Still sitting in Adelaide's car, not moving.

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

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Mahendra Huq Zalil & Richard Barker

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Location: Athribis (Underground)
Skills: Geology, Excavation, Understanding of local Egyptian superstition - Observation, People-reading, Deduction

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Mahendra would have let out a most proper and polite sigh of relief now that the honourable Lord Major was more inclined to delve deeper into the unknown in search of Bella, but his body did not let him have the pleasure of it. Firstly Gene's continuous un-lady like behaviour was giving him quite the headache, both as a figure of speech and slowly giving him an actual headache with her frank speech. It was not proper for Mahendra to give her a stern talk, though he wanted to; that was for the Lord Major to take care of, even if he wasn't the de facto leader of the little Fellowship. But Mahendra did give her a stern look, annoyed at her.

Secondly, and more strange than anything else, was the mystical haze that had set upon him and his vision. But as Mahendra heard the others mention it as well, it would seem he was not alone in being effected by this phenomenon. "Yes, Lauren dear, I see it too…Miss Kingston?" Mahendra assured first Lauren that he was experiencing the same, then turning to Nora as she spoke to him. Were they all under this veil of fog? "Lord Major, Miss Benaszewski? Do you see it too?" Mahendra was at this point focusing on assisting Nora in her map-making, instead trying to figure out what on Earth was befalling them!

Further up the tunnel, Richard and Faye were still trying to make sense of what they'd found so far. Richard kept his eyes locked onto the group of strangers snooping around up ahead of them, listening intently to what Faye speculated about their case. "Them trying to figure out why that man died? Could be, who knows how many people the ticket-man told that story to. Still doesn't answer why they'd be interested…then again, we're here." Ricard speculated back to Faye, turning around for a moment to look at her with the mention of a gun, rubbing his eyes trying to get whatever annoyed his eyes out. No success…great.

"You and me both, but guns in this country would be just as tricky as an armless guy playing the violin. Hopefully push won't come to show…" Richard had wanted to bring his gun along with him, but honestly didn't think it was worth it now. Having to explain why he, an American tourist in Egypt needed a loaded gun on him, he wasn't too keen on that. Perhaps when he had time he could get a proper permit for it, unless both that and the gun got nicked off him. Then he'd be in real trouble. Hopefully these people would be causing any of that…

Deep in that thought, Richard attempted to move quietly forward towards the group talking amongst themselves about something. He needed to get closer…and in the process tripped on something and falling face first onto the ground of sand and stone, sliding forward and almost falling into a…a hole in the ground? Had it been there before? Perhaps his blurred vision had obscured it at the distance? This really was starting to feel more and more like a Pulp-novel.

Mahendra was coming up blank with his mental analysis of the haze. It wasn't like anything he'd come across or experinced before himself, so what could it be? "I don't know what sorcery this is…not an allergy or simple dust, that I can assume…" Mahendra informed the others who were experiencing the divine veil, but getting no further when he heard something. Turning around to where the sound came from, he was taken back at seeing a man lying on the tunnel floor, clearly having fallen over. Where on Earth did he come from?

"By the Gods, what on Earth? Who are you, what are you doing here, Sir?" Had they been discovered, had their cover been blown?

Richard lifted his head and slowly began to push himself off the sandy floor beneath him, his eyes meeting those of the group they had tried and utterly failed to keep an eye on. One of them, a foreign-looking fella with a thick accent talked to him. This could mean trouble, real and mean trouble. What were they going to do to him? As Richard got slowly back up on his feet, he couldn't figure out head from tail. Either those people were the friendliest bunch of tourists he'd seen, or the meanest bastards he'd come across. The only thing he could do now, he thought, was to act calmly and not attract any attention to Faye in the background. If he was fucking up this, he was doing it alone and not dragging her down with him.

"Well…I'd ask you bunch the same thing, but it's obvious you lot are looking for something. Clearly you weren't chased down here by crazy goats or camels." Richard said back to the group, holding up his half-lit torch and resting his blackjack club under the arm, pinching his still lit cigarette between his fingers as he pulled in a good drag. Was he smoking socially, or as a soldier before a firing squad? He had to act calm and think quickly. "Look pal, I'll give you a square deal; You tell me what you and your friend are doing here, and I'll tell you. Simple, and we can all walk away from here like merry lambs, without the authorities getting unnecessarily involved? Capiche?"