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In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Alexander Polawski


Location: Camp Mexico Beach: L11 (Beach)
Skills: N/A


The smile that was slowly but surely growing to rest naturally on Alexander's face grew some more when Thana called him Mugsy again. Memories of how they grew the group's comradiry through a baptism of fire, even at the loss of some of their limbs. But they were alive, and both Than and himself were doing better. Alexander kept his smile on Thana before looking down at his prosthethic leg, shaking it a little bit. "Oh, this ol' thing? Yeah, it's a whole lot better than the piece of wood we ducktaped to my leg. Your grease monkeys really knows their stuff."

Alexander turned back to Ash after showing of his leg, briefly taken back by something he had not expected; the soldier thanked him. At first Alexander didn't quite understand why Ash thanked him, giving Manny a somewhat confused look before it finally clicked with him; The mission. Eden. That was a long time ago, back when the Earth cracked open and many people died. Good and bad people. Alexander remembered Ash on the other side of that chasm, and now it made sense. Alexander gave Ash a smaller smile, though with pride in his eyes as he half-saluted the fellow soldier. "Don't mention it Ash. Soldiers, old and young have to fulfull their mission somehow. This we'll defend." Alexander's smile returned when Ash continued talking about Alice Cooper, prompting the man a chuckle. "Now that's a cover I'd like to see."

Thana's pointing out of Shears and Moralez "Goatman" and the start of the sort of music Alexander hadn't even dreamed of for years, much less sought after, gave the old veteran the cue for at least him to leave. Thana and Ash were having a moment together, one that was more important than the ramblings of two old men. Alexander smiled at both the youngsters enjoying their company and a drink. "Thanks, catch you two later then. Drink safely." Alexander told them, sounding like a kind, yet protective grandfather before he nodded to Manny and began sauntering away. The party was well on the way with music and drinks.

"Moralez looks busy, so I'll go say hello to Shears you you don't mind?" Alexander was already on his way to where Thana had pointed out Shears standing with a couple of people. He did in the least recognize the two younger girls from quarantine, one of the poor ones having her hair shaven clean off, though she looked better now. Alexander waddled slowly up to the group, making sure not to interrupt whatever conversation they were having until he felt that he wouldn't be bothering them. "Well at least the music's not dead yet. Haven't quite heard anything like that before…" he opened with, before looking at the three of them and smiling kindly. "Amelia and Riley, right? Much better out in fresh air, isn't it? And Shears? Atticus said that you and Moralez would be living with me and Manny onwards. Thought it best to say hello while I could. Alexander, heard you like cards?"

Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper


Location: Camp Mexico Beach: M10 -> L11 (Beach, Fire Pits)
Skills: N/A


Nigel let out a breath of winded air after that little run. Being locked up in Quarantine for a week without any real excercise had already taken its toll on Nigel, much to his surprise. Then again it could have been the humid air that was messing with his lungs more accustomed to the climate further north, or just the sight of the large crowd of survivors. Living people. Party attenders. Nigel nodded in agreement with Erica, letting his gaze wander over the beach at the unbelievable sight. "A whole lot, haven't seen so many for years. Certainly not in a mood like this." Nigel quiped back to her, slowly coming to terms that this was not just any settlement.

This place worked. It really did.

Jumping slightly out of his skin at the sudden, loud sounds coming from the stage, Nigel had not expected the music to be as loud as it turned out. The music itself he didn't have anything against, certainly not when the crowd seemed to have the grandest of times. Nigel nearly forgot Erica for a moment before she nudged him, so he turned in a brief but pleasent surprsie to see her still standing by his side. "You'll never get a "no" out of me if food is involved. Really tonight I'm up for anything, haven't seen anything like this…it's amazing." Nigel was struck by the sight, shaking his head as if not believing his own eyes. But what he saw was true, what he heard and smelled was true, so it had to be. "Hell, I'd even like to dance if they play something good…and something I can dance to." Nigel continued, looking at Erica with a smile before looking where she had pointed.

Food, right. Nigel made his way down to where the fire was burning joyfully in the night. Surrounding it were at least a couple of people Nigel recognized, although only Thalia he remembered by name. The man he thought had arrived the same time as Ash's woman, though the name escaped him. They were conversing, and so Nigel only gave them a nod and a brief wave as if to say "I'm not going to interrupt you, just standing here by the fire. Don't mind me and her.".


In Current Mood in One Gif → 5 yrs ago Forum: Off-Topic Discussion
In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Alexander Polawski


Location: Camp Mexico Beach: L7 (Street) -> L11 (Beach)
Skills: N/A


Alexander turned to thoughtful silence as he limped down the street towards the beach, quietly thinking about what Manny was saying. Indeed, what if they could expand the sphere of influence which Camp Mexico Beach effectively could utilize. Expand their borders. It would have been one hell of a sight to behold, or better yet something not seen; the Walkers. Alexander only nodded and gave the occational "Mhm…" to Manny's suggestion, his practical brain from back in the Army days thinking what his superiors would have said. Eventually the old veteran looked up at Manny to give him his piece of mind, though with a thoughtful smile. "I would have done a whole lot to see the whole state be secure like that, though that's probably not a viable short-term strategy. They've got a lot of supplies and hardware down here, enough to protect the camp, but if they expanded? Perhaps they'd run thin. Besides, they probably don't need more space right now. If they suddenly have fifty or more people show up, sure, but now?" Alexander explained to Manny, his eyes wandering to the sight before him as he finished his train of thought. "They're doing fine. The military doesn't fix itself until it needs fixing. Right now, I think they're doing fine."

The beach itself was a sight to behold with all the people already gathered, but it was that big dark blue behind the festivities that caught Alexander's attention. The ocean. A smile formed on Alexander's lips, though a heavied one full of thought. He hadn't seen the ocean like this for a long, long time. He couldn't explain it, but something about the lack of danger…No, Alexander didn't know how to explain it, only feel it. Good times, but bad times. Judith, yes, it reminded him of her.

The old veteran took a good, long breath of the salty air of the Atlantic Ocean, intermixed with the smell of smoke and sound of people partying. He would push through for now. Of all the people he noticed down at the beach, he recongized Thana first of all sitting at the what he presumed was the bar with Ash. While Alexander had no intention of ever drinking alcohol again, he still wanted to head over and say hello to Thana. "Want to interupt the turtle doves for a moment, fellow ol' man?" Alexander forced himself to jokingly ask Manny, before heading over to Thana and Ash at the bar himself. Manny could follow him, he was the faster one after all.

Alexander limped his way down towards the bar, leaning up against the counter besides where Thana and Ash were sitting as he waited for an opportunity to talk. "Sorry if I'm interrupting something, just thought I'd drop by and say hi while I could." Alexander excused himself, sheepisly smiling at Thana while to Ash he gave modest smile and a nod. "Just wanted to say…thanks Thana, I guess. For everything, from Eden to here, again." Alexander wasn't a man of many words, but those he wanted to say. Had it not been for her and her sacrifice, he'd been dead. For better or worse.

Ol' Mugsy cleared his throat - partly from the smell of booze stronger than a mortar shell - and straightened himself, once again putting on a smile as he tried to make the conversation he'd interrupted casual. "Anyway, how are you holding up? You Navy folk were always a tough nut to crack." Alexander asked Thana before looking over at Ash. Not the most social person, he sure as hell would try. "Sorry, won't keep you two held up for much longer. But if you want to listen to an old man ramble on more about the Rolling Stones, do ask." He said half-jokingly to Ash, though sincere in his wish to talk about something normal again. "Anyhow, have any of you seen…what's their names, Moralez and Shears? Manny and I thought it best to get to know them before we move in."

Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper


Location: Camp Mexico Beach: M6 (Outside Education Center) -> M10
Skills: N/A


"What made you think I'd be in Elementary? That I'm acting like a little kid with my sword and shield, or that I have had two little grumpy children to deal with on a way too long field-trip?" Nigel asked Erica right back in the same jokingly tone she had started. Perhaps he could have been a decent elementary teacher? If they wanted him teaching at all levels at the Camp, he guessed there was only one way to find out. Following Erica down the street towards the beach and the Gulf of Mexico, he started to think of something. Something he probably should have asked before or would eventually learn.

Would he teach kids to kill he Undead? And if so, how?

Nigel didn't get to ask said his cop-friend that question though as the roasting of the neo-Roman continued. He jokingly schoffed at her, shaking his head as he picked up the pace and growing the distance between them. "And you call ME boring? Come on, now you're just trying to get under my skin, you heathen." He joked back at her, turning around as he backed away from her and beginning a slow jog towards the beach. "If you're good at Gym like you say, let's see how good you really are." Nigel laughed, jogging off before her. It wouldn't be a real race or a marathon by a long shot, though he enjoyed teasing her back like she did to him. If she wanted to play that game, so be it.

It didn't take long for Nigel to reach the beach of Camp Mexico, watching the people already gathering for the feast that was to begin tonight's festivities. It was truly a sight to see. They hadn't had anything close to this back at Nigel's previous settlement. "Colour me impressed. Looks like any good college party if I've ever seen one." Nigel commented, hoping that Erica wasn't far behind him or anything. "This will be a night to remember, so many people. Better get aquianted then, or what?"
In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Alexander Polawski


Location: Camp Mexico Beach: L5 (Outside of Mess Hall) -> L7 (Street)
Skills: N/A


Alexander had to give that one to Manny, making him chuckle at his witty remark. Yeah he was probably right, it was difficult to be worst at something when there weren't a whole lot of people left in the world. Just like when Alexander was the resident expert on radios and electronics. But then again he had spent the better parts of his life with those two, so that might not have applied to him. Still, Alexander smiled at gave Manny a a laugh. "You better, or I might stop being so nice and start throwing my lip like the good Polak I am."

As the two stood outside in the open Florida air, Alexander nodded again to his fellow baby boomer about their room mates. "They sure sounded nice from what Father told us, so let's see. Nice guys can be assholes, and assholes can be nice guys, it's always a mixed bag in my experience." He wasn't wrong. In bootcamp and in the barracks in general, one could never be entirely sure who was what. Hell, the biggest trickster and loudmouth turned out to be the kindest GI Alexander met in the Army, just showed it differently than most. Same probably applied for Moralez and Shears.

"I highly doubt they'd let us civis go and have a pickick with them, if I'm being honest. Especially us newcomers, wouldn't want us to make the relationships with the other settlements any worse, would they?" Alexander answered Manny, starting to walk awkwardly down the street where he thought the beach was located as the announcement came over the speakers. "Sounds like the party's about to begin. Let's see what we're missing out on." Alexander smirked at Manny, nodding in the direction of the beach as he slowed down his already wiggly pace for his friend to join. His leg was getting better by the day, but old dogs learned new tricks slowly. Though he sure as hell would prove that he was not ready to be put down. This old dog still could bite, like the General had told him. For now, slow and steady would win the race. He was in no hurry to reach the beach.

Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper


Location: Camp Mexico Beach: M6 (Outside Education Center)
Skills: N/A


Nigel smiled when Erica agreed to accompany him to the education center, glad that she didn't mind. Sooner or later, he feared, she'd say herself done with his Roman escapades and rants. So while she still tolerated or even enjoyed him being himself, Nigel felt obliged to continuing his smiling towards her as she smiled back at him. Being himself, that was something he wasn't used to without being looked at funny. "Well Wayne and Hank certainly thought I looked good in a skirt, if you don't remember? I think they mentioned it about four or five times the first week, though I began to block it out after the three first days." Nigel joked back to her, continuing his march towards the House of Learning he'd become part of.

"High schoolers maybe, though I'm not sure. Mostly teached those back Before, and who knows what they've taught the kids here? I hope they'll see the relevance of what I want to teach them at least." He told Erica, coming up to the Education Center and looking at it. It was the greatest fear of any teacher, well one of many to be honest; would they understand why he taught them anything? The memory of his interview with The Professor came back to him, especially his answer on Rome. One way or another, he'd make them see that there was nothing new under the Sun. Except the Undead.

Nigel noticed the note with the scheduled classes, including the extra and special classes. He smiled, glad that knowledge was something still valued in this settlement. In his old one, knowledge hadn't been prioritized the same way it seemed, so it was a nice change. Civilisation kept on going. There was still hope that they were not simply survivors, but humans. "When it's time to teach the little ones the value of Roman law, infrastructure and military prowess, I sure will. I guess I'll tell them about George Washington and all that other stuff as well, unless I can teach them to swing swords. Want to stand in the back and take notes?" Nigel said to Erika, chuckling at the thought of teaching her anything, though he wouldn't mind. She seemed eager to learn, a rarity those days. "Favourite subject while in school, top three. Go."

Then the speakers around the settlement rang out, announcing that the beach was open for the party-goers to join. Nigel looked at Erica, nodding in the direction of the beach. "Time to join the party then. Come on, let's not be late. Your turn to take the lead, Erica." Nigel winked at Erica, waiting for her to get a move on so he could follow. For once he wanted her to take the lead, teach him something new, surprise him. For all he had told her about history and himself, he still wanted to learn more about her.
In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Alexander Polawski


Location: Camp Mexico Beach: L5 (Mess Hall) -> L5 (Outside of Mess Hall)
Skills: N/A


The small-talk between the baby boomers continued as expected, talking about the possibilities of their new lives in the camp. Alexander nodded at the appropriate times in-between Manny talking about his practice and the possibilitiy of his old dentist office was still out there somewhere, ready for him to reclaim it. While Alexander could doubt that they would easily let him leave in search of it, perhaps with time and resources it could be done? "I guess we can only wait and see what they think of the matter. While they might have what you need, it's the military after all, the biggest hoarder's I've even seen, at least they got the world's finest dentist in their ranks now." Alexander said back to his old friend. For a moment he wondered that if they'd let Manny go check out his old office, would they allow Alexander to search for his old settlement off the coast? Would he want that in the first place?

Old memories pressed themselves against Mugsy's protective barrier, memories he'd be relieved to completely forget. Memories of things he wanted to prevent from happening, but couldn't; didn't. Thankfully Manny answered his question of the party, giving him something else to think about. "Sounds like we got similar plans then, Manny. Haven't partied like these youngsters since I were their age. We should probably get to know with the two we're going to live with. What was their names, Moralez and Shears?" Alexander answered as Manny finished his dinner. At this point the Mess Hall was quickly emptying, a good cue for them to leave as well. Alexander pushed himself of his chair and stood on his new leg, feeling the balance of something much better than a normal plank of wood. "Come on, let's get out of here." He told Manny, making his way out into the humid air of Florida once so familiar to him, yet now a new world to step into. A new world, a new start, a new life.

Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper


Location: Camp Mexico Beach: L5 (Outside of Mess Hall) -> M6 (Outside Education Center)
Skills: N/A


"I guess we have something in common then. Never joined the cheerleaders either. It's too late now, unless they have a group here as well." Nigel said jokingly back to Erica as they were making their ways outside, enjoying the calm casusalness between the two of them. He wondered if he would get to know someone in the camp like he knew Erica. Perhaps, though they had been through thick and thin out there, something he hoped he wouldn't have to do for a long time. The time would certainly come where he needed to get his hands and gladius dirty, it was not a question of if. Until then, he would enjoy the time he had with Erica and the others.

"I hope you get to meet them soon though, better get acquainted sooner rather than later right?" Nigel wondered where his neighbours were right then, who they were and how they were like. The only thing he'd been told was that Roy was sarcastic and Mizrahi didn't speak English all too well. Then again with his experience with Hank and Wayne, it couldn't possibly get any worse. Right? "Well if you don't mind, want to stroll over to Education? I think it's just over there, want to get a quick look if I'm going to be spending my days there, watching over the kids. Won't be long, I'll follow you wherever you want to head then." Nigel asked Erica as he pointed in the general direction where he thought Education was. Starting to make his way across the road, Nigel didn't pay much attention to the other people walking off in each their directions. Though he did stop and turn, waiting for Erica to follow.

In The Iron Crusades: WW1 Dieselpunk Meets Fantasy → 5 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
@LordOfTheNight

I may poke my head in and peak my interest for this one! Would it be possible to play a human infantry officer of lower rank? Standing upright, chest puffed out and ignoring passing bullets like good, proper Browncoat? Alternatively, what other roles needs to be filled out?
In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Alexander Polawski


Location: Camp Mexico Beach: L5 (Mess Hall)
Skills: N/A


Alexander had to give Manny a thoughtful look at he tilted his head while looking at the fellow baby-boomer. Really? Alexander shook his head in playful disbelief at the thought of him as good-mannered radio-voice guy Manny thought him to be. Now it was a entertaining thought to play with, but Alexander had never been a social person. Still, perhaps his stay in Mexico Beach would change that as well? "Maybe, we'll see. As long as I could play Stones and Beatles, perhaps I could become a happy man."

The old veteran nodded in agreement as Manny cleared his throat, listening to his good friend talk of his recruitment into the medical part of the military camp. It was good, Manny was one hell of a medic that CMB deserved to have on their team. If not from his book knowledge or past expertice in civilian life, then his battlefield experience made him great in Alexander's book. "If they don't have the equiptment you need, they should try finding some. Trust me, teeth problems are as much a problem as any other injury if left untreated. They'll be glad to have you." Alexander reassured Manny, knowing he was being honest.

Alexander looked up at Thalia as she began to leave the table, but not before giving him a bump on his shoulder. A good bump, a kind bump. Has she left her hand there for a moment longer, Alexander might have patted her back as a friendly gesture, not minding her unruly handling of her new limb. It was the thought that count, that's what Judith always told him. Especially when he screwed something up. "Don't be sad, Alex honey, it's the thought that counts." Alexander fought a sudden, yet precise urde to shed a tear, focusing on what Manny had continued to talk about him in moment of weakness. About what? Education? And not having kids…

They hadn't talked a whole lot about their families, only brief mentions in passing before making their way south. So Alexander didn't know much about Manny and his family life, and the same applied to him. The matter-of-fact tone from Manny after the pause, noting it, but keeping silent about it. He could relate only too much to him. " Yeah, same with Judith and I. I know what you mean, pal." Alexander reassured Manny, leaning forward in his seat as he watched Thalia walk away. As a matter of fact it seemed more people were leaving as well, probably getting ready for the party later tonight. Alexander looked back at Manny, watching him patiently eat his food. "So, what's the plan for the beach party?"

Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper


Location: Camp Mexico Beach: L5 (Mess Hall) -> L5 (Outside of Mess Hall)
Skills: N/A


Nigel laughed alongside Erica and let his gaze wander upwards to the ceiling, leaning back in his seat in thought. "Well I always assumed you were, so I'd say you are. Or were, but what do I know. According to my pupils, I didn't understanding anything." Nigel joked about his perhaps pre-mature adultness, if that was a thing? So she wasn't a fancy girl then? Not that Nigel cared, he wasn't fancy at all either, not a former farmer's boy like him. Nigel lowered his head and looked at Erica again at the mention of wine, pulling his mouth in a thin smile. "I hope so. I guess hope is the only thing we have left in this world, so perhaps I should start being a bit more hopeful now."

The Mess hall was starting to see its own exodus of people as the time of the beach party was approaching. Nigel waited a moment after Erica had turned in her dirty plate and cutlery before doing so himself, keeping their table occupied as if a roaming Germanic warband would sweep in and take Erica away from him. He thanked the people responsible for their humble but appriciated meal, before making his way back to Erica and leaning against the table. "Sounds like a solid plan to me, if I may steal said plan from you. We got new roommates to share space with, so getting to know them sooner is better rather than later. You haven't met any of yours yet, have you?" Nigel asked Erica, leaning away from the table and looking around the Mess hall. People were still leaving, so this was probably as good time as any to do the same. "Come on then, we don't have all night. Nescis quid serus vesper vehat." Nigel said back, beginning to make his way out of the Mess Hall and out to the open sky of Florida.

The open sky, it was a beauty to behold in itself. Well, it would surely have been hadn't it been overcast that night. But hey, it beat staring up at a grey ceiling all week long. If and when Erica followed, Nigel would tell her "Wish we could do some stargazing, hadn't it been for Jupiter obscuring it…sorry, I really need to have a Latin-detox, don't I?"
In 🦄 Tartarean Strands - Chapter 1: The Collision → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Robert Adler, Mahendra Huq Zalil, and Richard Barker
Location: DTB Fade Between / PE Fade Between / Soulless Fade Between
Skills:
N/A - N/A - N/A


DTB Fade Between

Robert could relate to Mali on this one, observing her pinch the bridge of her nose and sighing. It was the typical move of someone having had a long and shitty day, and things just continuing to deteriorate. This day certainly could count as that. Robert on his own part resorted to rubbing his chin as he listened to the indroductions. Mali and Riley from the original group, and Sophia and Nancy for the new-comers.

"Sophia, Nancy, okay that's good to know." Robert said back to Sophia, dropping his hand from his chin-scratching as he holstered his gun for a moment. His hand was getting tired from holding it, probably all the stress draining his hand for blood circulation. Though he gave Sophia a confused look at her explaination, not sure if his lack of circulation had affected his brain as well. "1920's…Cairo…If that's the short story, the long story better make my lightbulb brighten up." Robert's usual sarcastic demanour returned for the moment, though dropping it as she continued to explain her predicement. It sounded just like their own; Were with some others, ended up there and got separated, all a big mess.
Robert turned to Riley as she asked if they should continue on the route Kyra pointed out to them, giving but a brief and annoyed look at Nancy being busy with her cards, before focusing on that part of the conversation. "Unless Miss Sophia and Nancy here have any other suggestions…" Robert began replying, halting his tounge upon hearing Nancy talking to Sophia as if they weren't even there. He sighed audibly, rubbing his eyes as he continued. "…O…k…? I really don't have any suggestions, so I guess it's our best bet? This really is a Land of Confusion. Though would you mind telling us what she is doing?" Robert asked, nodding in the direction of Nancy as she clearly didn't have time to acknowledge their presence.



PE Fade Between

Mahendra bowed the expected amount as the others around him introduced themselves, even for how strange and unusual they all seemed to him. Giosue introduced himself as "The Watch", which would have caused Mahendra to ask himself of what sort of "Watch" he was referring to. The further introductions and elaborations of his unknown and current location, however, made him delay such questioning for later. Kyra "The Wanderer" followed suit with Ash, who clearly was the enourmous-sized wolf at her side. Serpents troubled Mahendra deeply, but animals of the sizes of tigers and elephants troubled him less.

As Bart and Constantin introduced themselves in due order, Mahendra continued to listen to the group's discussions of their whereabouts - More specifically, Purgatory and Elysium, as Giosue referred to it as. "Yes, quite so Mr. Zino. Me and the Fellowship were investigating the sub-terranian ruins of Athribis, when the world turned into nothingness and we ended up…here. Or somewhere else, for I was not just a moment ago standing before a man calling himself…"Baron" it was. Then I was here." Mahendra explained his predicament to Giosue, crouching down on the ground as his attention shifted to the field he could perhaps find answers in; Geology. As the other continued to talk amongst themselves, Mahendra dug his fingers down into the ground and picked up some of the dirt, examining it in the palm of his hand.

This was not mere dirt. This was some extraordinary dirt!

Mahendra, in passing catching one or two words being exchanged around him, studied the dirt with an academic fervor as he realized what was so odd about the dirt. The various grains and chips of rocks were indeed familiar to him; he had seen similar samples across the world, from India to Egypt, to England and many other places, but not in the same deposit. "It is…mixed somehow." Mahendra spoke to himself, watching the dirt trickle off his hand and back onto the ground as he stood up. "A collapse…of many different places, then into one?" he continued to no one in particular, slowly beginning listening to the talk of a third party known to the group and Constantin's explaination. "The haze and creature of shadows…Yes, yes that was part of our world as well! Or at least the haze, for the shadow monster we never saw, but we did smell the brimstone. Only one of our female companions warned us of said monster, she called it a…a Destruere."



Soulless Fade Between

Richard began doing what he knew best, perhaps the only thing he was ever good at; snooping around. Like the good-enough detective walking the streets of New York and its many dark alleyways, Richard lit his new cigarette and let his detective skills do their magic - Wasn't that a phrase that he would knock himself over the head with, then he wasn't sure what would. Cigarette in mouth and his instincts at hand, Richard began looking around the ruins of what he could only presume was a church.

The thing was that he had no idea what type of church it was. Sure he had been inside many a place of worship back in New York over the years; Methodist, Catholic, Orthodox and several other Christian churches, even the temples of the Jews and Mosques of the Muslims, but this? The gray building gave no indication of its denomination, only a symbol of a flower. What type of flower he couldn't tell you, it was his ex-wife who had occupied their apartment with various greens, not him. "For once I should have listened to her blabbering perhaps?"

Richard returned to the group not long after having explored the ruined church, flicking the ash of his cigarette as he stood beside Lauren as she was a familiar face. She was no Faye though, who he could only hope was okay. Introductions were made by the odd-ball group of misfits, as well as questions asked of their shitty situation. Even the Russian comrade was introducing himself again. Perhaps being polite wasn't such a hassle as Robert was used to. Robert took out his cigarette and tipped his hat to each of the strangers around him. "I'll stick with Vladimir then, if you don't mind? Richard Barker, private detective." Richard greeted the others, placing the cigarette back in his mouth as people kept talking.

"You fought a monster? In a church? Did that church have a flower as a symbol, same as this one? Sounds like one big, mean squid-bastard then." Richard asked the Russian circus act, ignoring his fumble of words into testicles. Has the detective been a man of humour, he'd probably stiffle a laugh, but Richard was in no mood for laughing. Not while everyone were talking over his head about monsters, magic, groves, porcupines and guardians. Richard only kept smoking his cigarette as the egg-heads kept talking while his expertice was far from useful in that conversation. Though Richard did take note the mean-looking fella's arsenal. If anything, perhaps a kind word could get him a borrowed gun? "If we can help, I guess we can that too. These two were looking for a friend of theirs, Belladona or something wasn't it? Well, before everything collapsed and we had a not-so-pleasent bartering with some Caribbean trickster. But agreed, this place gives me the creeps. Never was much of a church-man myself."


In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Alexander Polawski


Location: Camp Mexico Beach: L5 (Mess Hall)
Skills: N/A


Alexander too took notice of Thalia's war criminal handling of the poor Floridian fruit, though he didn't comment on it, only giving her a chuckle as he continued to eat. Thalia was forgiven in his eyes, she was the type of girl that neither cared or had time to behave like the old veteran did, and he wasn't going to force her. So if she wanted to absolutely murder the fruit, he would let her do so in peace. Alexander looked up at Manny though, giving him the confirmation of what Thalia probably meant. "Take that as a yes."

It was good to see ol' Manny again, having been gone for a little while now and leaving Alexander conversing with Thalia instead, which honestly had been a good change of pace. The old veteran was quickly approaching the last piece of food on his plate when Manny popped a question; a rather uncomfortable question when Alexander thought about it. Should he be honest and tell him, them talking about his wife and themselves being broken? Alexander spent what felt like an eternity picking after the last meatball with his fork, throwing the mental ball back and forth. They had talked about lots of things, but this?

Alexander finally pierced the last meatball after having chased it around his plate, holding it up to his mouth as a gave Thalia a knowing look, then at Manny as he smiled. "Nothing special, just what we'll be doing here in the Camp. Thalia thinks I should become a radio host now that I might be put in Communications, but we'll see. What about you, Manny? Where do they want you working?"

Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper


Location: Camp Mexico Beach: L5 (Mess Hall)
Skills: N/A


It was a peculiar concept that Nigel and Erica were particepating in right then and there; not just talking like they had done after they first met on that swampy, desolute road alongside Hank and Wayne, but chatting. Chatting about the non-important things in life, not Nigel having a lecture on Rome. It was normal, and it was a nice change. Nigel returned the smile as he shook his head in defeat upon hearing Erica's justification for NASCAR. "Okay you got me there, I won't judge. I doubt anyone can fix a car as quick as they did back then."

Nigel did raise a brow to Erica with the mention of beer over wine, though as promised, he wouldn't judge. "And here I thought you were a fancy girl. I guess you're lucky though, probably is easier to make beer than wine these days…I didn't think about that." Nigel said to Erica, his smile slowly fading into one of slight disappointment as he realized the gravity of his words. Wine wasn't the easist drink to produce indeed, and such production probably wasn't one Camp Mexico Beach prioritized either. And so the Roman Nigel took a sip of his glass in defeat.

He would be thankful that Erica continued the conversation about tonight's beach party, which gave Nigel other matters to think of. "Not sure, haven't really thought about the party all that much to be honest. As long as it's fun and safe, I'm just looking forward to unwind for once. Perhaps getting to know some new people, which we probably should do sooner or later. What about you?" Nigel answered Erica, finishing his meal as he too looked around the mess hall and seeing Hunter leave with the girl from earlier. Still so many people to get to know, but hopefully they would the time they'd need.
In 🦄 Tartarean Strands - Chapter 1: The Collision → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Robert Adler, Mahendra Huq Zalil, and Richard Barker
Location: DTB Fade Between / DttS Fade Between -> PE Fade Between / DttS Fade Between -> Soulless Fade Between
Skills:
N/A - N/A - N/A


DTB Fade Between

Well was this less than hopeful, wasn't it? Everyone were each throwing in their fifty cents onto the discussion on what they knew, which in regards to their current little mishap of a situation really didn't help. Kyra the wolf-lady gave an off-hand remark of what Robert could only assume was about the weather - or the lack thereof, all things considered, Riley mentioned Juno sending hitmen after her and her sister, whilst Caesar was playing ball with Kyra. Robert shrugged less audibly than he'd prefer, not in the mood to be corrected by either Mali nor Kyra, muttering under his breath; "Juno sounds like the last people I want to screw with then. Okay, let's follow…"

Robert didn't finish that line of thought, having turned to follow Caesar before he was gone. Not just in the sense of "Oh no, I'm not looking or someone's standing in my way." No, Caesar was just gone as well as Kyra and her enourmous ball of fur. In their place now stood two other women, none of which Robert had seen before. As if today hadn' been shitty enough already. Robert jumped back, taken back by it all. "Weird? That's the sanest thing I've possibly heard today…" he told the one called Sophia, watching in disbelief at the second one in a costume befitting his grandmother as she talked about them, clearly having more important business to attend to. "She's damn straight we're going to have questions, though with our luck none that you can answer. I guess names work for now. Robert. Who are you and where did you come from?"

DttS Fade Between

Mahendra did not like the manner of speech in which the so-called Baron was proclaiming to certain members of the group. The way he spoke to Faye and Josephine were most inapproriate for any gentleman, even a Caribbean man with a snake around his shoulders. Mahendra however, did not voice his protest of such vile behaviour in face of the snake slithering over to the American starlet, keeping himself in his mimed posture while his mind screamed at him to flee the horrible monster that frightened him. Mahendra wanted to flee, FLEE from everything, not paying attention to the Baron's cryptic words. Had he, the Bengali geologist would have certainly asked for their meaning. But alas, he was destined for other places.

Snapping


Richard didn't like the talk anymore than Mahendra did, but compared to the well-behaved Benganli/British man, the New York detective was far more used to the tone and intentions of such talk. It still left a sour taste in his mouth to have to listen to it, especially when Faye was one of the recepiants of the Baron's coy lines. Richard breathed in a long drag of his cigarette, finishing it with a satisfactory sigh as he threw the remainder down and crushed the ember with his shoe. It was the only satisfactory thing he had left it seemed, even more so as Faye just wouldn't drop the issue of…well, him. "…I know, Faye, I know you are. You're probably right, but a guy in my shoes have walked through too much shit to stop smelling it every step, you know? As far as I'm concerned, I'm already dead, in the very least rotten than most."

Those words were hard for the detective to get out, more than anything he wanted to give Baron a good wack over the head with his club, but Faye was probably right. In the very least, she had his back. Not many had told Richard that and meant it. Richard opened his mouth to say something else, before turning his attention back to where his detective skills were needed.

Snapping


PE Fade Between

Had Mahendra's mind finally snapped? Had the fears that grew to a monstrous capacity inside his soul finally shatter what little semblence of willpower that he left, leaving him standing dumb-founded as his eyes played yet more tricks on him? However much Mahendra would hate himself for showing such weakness, the possibility was real enough that the change of scenery didn't instantly click for him. What pulled him out of his trance, the same one caused by the terrifying mask of Gene's brother back in Cairo, was an unknown voice calling to him. Or perhaps, what the voice told him.

Mahendra shook himself out of his frozen pose, now aware of the world around him, a different one. A plane of reds, oranges and black, a strong smell thick in the air. Not the same they had been transported to. Mahendra turned to Kyra, looking at her and mustering up what little courage the Bengali could in the face of his deepest fear; "I…I do not smell of fear, my good madam!" Mahendra declared rather comically, though his words did make him even more aware of what happened around him; He was no longer in the company of the Fellowship.

No longer with any sight of the cursed serpent, Mahendra swallowed the lump in his throat and attempted to regain his normal composure of a good, Indian soldier/British academic that he prided himself in. Not that it was easy, considering he was in a very different place, with very different people. "My apologies, this is…most unexepcted. Oh my manners, Mahendra Huq Zalil." Mahendra excused himself, turning to respond to the man with the equally thick accent. "More so that we can possible imagine, my good Sir. I was just in a very different place, dark and…frightening, with my Fellowship and man not of the mortal world. And this is clearly not Egypt, is it?"



Soulless Fade Between

Before Richard could make use of his detective skills, he needed a good old reality check as he suddenly found himself in a very different place. To make matters worse, not only had he been transported to another hellscape like from Cairo to wherever the egg-heads thought they ended up in, but Faye wasn't there. If he had preferred…needed someone there with him, it was her. "This isn't good. Faye? God damnit, not her…Not now."

Richard turned his head slowly to look around him in this new and strange place, thankful to recognize Mosi and Lauren still with him, though still no sight of Faye. Instead he lay his eyes on two different fellas straight out of an overly-fancy costume party; A big brute of a Hispanic man with far more of an arsenal than the NYPD had on a good day, and a seemingly Russian circus artist, both asking questions. In the backdrop of a ruined church fitting a horror story or something, Robert was having a real bad feeling about this, but that much was obvious from the very first breath he took back with Baron.

"You're tootin' the wrong ringer, I have no idea what the Hell is going on around here. Only people that knows that was back from…wherever the three of us came from, don't ask how. Only thing I can tell you is that we came from some kind of Underworld. And yes, that's as looney as it sounds like." Richard attempted to answer Caesar, his attention flicking back and forth as he tried to look for Faye, however unlikely he was in that quest. Looking back to the Russian fella, he continued. "So what do we call you then? Sorry, haven't heard of you, but then again the Tsar's been dead for a while…

Richard bit his tounge as he looked down at his feet, Faye's words echoing in is mind as if to mentally wack him with his own club. Yeah, he was out of touch socially, and this wouldn't do. Looking up at Vladimir, Richard began to prepare another cigarette. "Nevermind that, sorry for…I don't know, replacing your comrades. I don't have any control over whatever is happening to us, no idea what this setup from Hell is and why we're here. Why a church out of all places?"


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