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@Lugubrious Next round, as in perhaps a little collab after next update yes. I'll try to get a post for this round out tomorrow. It's been a tough week so far.

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@Lugubrious I'll try to write out the battle for now, perhaps next round. But for how long will the battle continue before the other heroes show up?

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski Location: Chapel (V) Skills: N/A

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Alexander's gaze lifted itself suddenly from observing the pool of rain water that accumulated around his shoes, looking down to the ground floor and seeing another person having entered the Chapel - Manny. He'd been so silent that Alexander's decision to speak with Freedman had blocked out his perception of his fellow Baby Boomer, now much to his shame. Looking down at Manny sitting at one of the benches, Alexander waved down at him and gave off a nervous chuckle. "Oh, Manny! Didn't hear you come in." It was a simple greeting to his friend, seeing just have much water dripped from him as well.

They were two old hounds soaking wet, and probably smelled like it too.

Ol' Mugsy had other questions to ponder hard on, however. He knew he'd been asked tough, inner questions if and when he decided to talk with Atticus, and now Freedman, but what he had been just asked was a hard answer to search his soul for. It was a damn good question, just one he had avoided answering for so many years. Had he forgiven himself? The hard, cold and black mass threw itself against his barrier, launching assault upon assault at his position he needed to defend at all costs. Failure was not an option.

Failure, for who?

Alexander took a deep, weighed breath at the question still lingering in the damp interiour of the Chapel, yet to answer Freedman as he was asked about the court martial. It was why he was there, wasn't it? Alexander lifted his head up to look at Freedman, hearing how he'd been on both sides of it before. Alexander commended him for that, for being open about his past. He did it with such ease, such graze and matter-of-fact. How?

"It does…the way it's been explained to me, it sounds like it. Being fair, I suppose, and I hope." Alexander feebly replied, folding his hands tightly and fighting the urge to look away from Freedman's caring eyes. Aeron had spoken about them fighting in a new war, one against the Dead. That much was true, just that Alexander never really had left the old war behind. "What? Oh, yes I…I think so. I don't know." Was that true? "No, never really spoke with the kid, only saw and heard him from a distance. Maybe I see myself in him, somehow. Can't say I did things right when I was his age…Never a court martial though."

With one last heave of his breath, Alexander straigthened himself up and looked emptily in front of him, holding back years upon years of assaults against his own defences, holding down the black dread deep inside of him. With barely a whisper, Alexander finally answered the first question Freedman had asked him.

"No…no I don't think I have. I don't think I ever can. Only the Lord can..."

"Do not take revenge, my dear friends, but leave room for God’s wrath, for it is written: “It is mine to avenge; I will repay,” says the Lord." Alexander said to the dying man, slowly pointing his Colt at his head. "Forgive me Lord, but this one deserves it."

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Nigel Cooper Location: Quarantine (W) -> Following Volt Skills: N/A

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It as apparent that those having just been playing pool and poker had some history behind and between them, guessing from the tone of language they threw at each other. Verbal skirmishes, diplomatic insults and taunts charged at your enemy, all things considered it seemed light-hearted to Nigel. He himself was and never had been good at such oratory fistcuffs, save from the last incident with Thalia's cousin in the Mess Hall. Be it intentional or not, he'd made a friendly rival back then. If that relationship was going to develop into what he witnessed inside Quarantine, Nigel did not know truly if he found joy in it or not.

Okay, perhaps a little. A man of scrolls and swords, he still needed practice with the tounge.

Nigel turned to Volt after parts of the battle of mouths between him and Tesla, giving him a smile of appriciation as he and Medic were invited to join him and Thalia in the sparring. It was a pleasent surprise to be invited like that, like a Romanized Gaul being invited to visit a bathhouse. It marked another step into the process of integration, if not assimilation. "That would be great. I promise to earn my salt, so to speak. Lead the way." Nigel said back to Volt, beginning his march into what could become an arena, only to stop for a moment to take in Wayne being his normal self.

Some things didn't change then. Good, don't change too much, Wayne.

Following the small group of fighters, Nigel turned to Medic and Volt who in all fairness would lead their little battle. "So in what manner will we combat? Weapons or only fists?"

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski Location: Chapel (V) Skills: N/A

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Before the world had ended abruptly into an inferno of shit hitting the fan and just the worst of days turned up to 11, Alexander had gone to church on a regular basis. Regular, as in at least four times a year; Christmas, Easter, the anniversery of his father's death and once when Judith wanted to visit. More often than not he'd sit there more than those times, but he wasn't really attending. More than anything he was sitting in the back row, silently for himself as he tried to hear. Not the sermon up front, but a higher voice in the background. He never heard it, though sometimes he made himseld believe he'd felt it.

After the end of the world those visits had been reserved for only taking shelter in a church tower or something. It was only recently that he'd found the presence of God again, and still only in the sense of believing in his existance, yet without feeling Him. Attending the church services with Atticus had given him new vigour. Still, going to the Chapel made the barriers he'd constructed while out There come down, plank by blank, stone by stone.

Whether that was a good thing or not was yet to be seen.

Alexander stood in the opening of the Chapel for a good solid minute, hearing the voices of Bass and Freeman up from the second floor, but not hearing their actual words. Old habit of blocking out what other people said in church, people spoke of private matters there after all. He wasn't the older mother of an Italian New York family after all. He didn't notice Manny entering either, having stepped further into the Chapel as Freeman spoke to him from the second floor banister. A smile forced itself onto Alexander's face, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips. "Well I had planned on speaking with neither. The Lord is probably occupied with forgiving me for all my bullshit…and I usually speak with Atticus, but…"

Alexander sighed, falling into deep thought with his eyes staring empty before him, as if contemplating his recent words. Sighing again, Alexander looked up to Freeman once more and gave himself up. "But I suppose you'd like to hear my old musings. At least you answer. I'll come up, if you don't mind?" Alexander said up to Freeman, finding his way to the stairs and making his way up to the second floor. Traversing the stairs with the pegleg was harder than normal walking, but with a little effort and puffing, Alexander found his way upstars. "Good morning, Freeman. I see today's court martial has caused quite the chance in schedule in the Camp. Can't be an entertaining change of pace, can it? At least I don't think so…"

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Nigel Cooper Location: Quarantine (W) Skills: N/A

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The room had been more occupied than Nigel had expected to be honest, now that his recent introduction into the room had given his eyes ample time to actually search for who were present there. Beside Ash and Thalia, whom he had directed his greetings to, he now saw several other residents of CMB and some not-so-long citizens of that military society - Most importantly Wayne and the child sitting on his lap. Again Nigel looked upon the scene with the usually psychotic Wayne, not docile as a lamb while he was baby-sitting, feeling whoever had written this drama had strange plans for them all. Or perhaps he had been wrong about Wayne after all?

Nigel gave Wayne a brief wave, greeting his old 'friend' if he could be called that, before turning back to the others most relevant to his presence in Quarantine now. Ash and Thalia, and Volts and Medic. It was apparent that Ash had the same idea as Nigel, settling down for an activity in order to clear his thoughts before the exercise of the law later that day. "Good, I thought the same. We're all going to need a clear mind if we're to be questioned; Da mihi factum, dabo tibi ius." Nigel responded in what felt like a rehearsed line, the outcome far more theatric than the intention had been. Though this he meant, for he would do his best to present the facts and nothing more. From experience he had learned to keep his emotions out of important decisions, however difficult it had been.

Like how he'd refused to leave Robert dead on the road at first, at least until he was certain the man was truly gone to the afterlife. However pious and trusting the man had been, he had been a good man.

It was at this point Thalia had accepted his proposal for a duel, though she had raised a fair point; with what? Fists and pool cues? The unintended sight of her unbuttoning her shirt gave Nigel an akward moment of embarrasment…Nigel averted his eyes briefly, looking up at Volts as he offered them to use the gym. "Perhaps…perhaps next time then, Thalia." Nigel answered her, then looking over to Medic and his wish to spar. Nigel wasn't sure if he should feel relieved or…something else. But he wasn't about to turn town a chance for some good melee.

"Good…okay, that's fine by me. Where do you want to duel?" Nigel asked Medic, stretching his arms in anticepation of finally wielding a weapon again, be it metal or wooden. Thalia checked with Nigel one last time however, reaffirming her wish to duel. The name she called him wasn't half bad either, giving him a reason to smile at her. "Praetorian, eh? I can live with that, you Joyous Poem."

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The Heavy

Level: 1 (0/10)
Location: Lakeside
Tag:
Word count: 850

"Mission begins in thirty seconds!"

Thirty seconds of waiting, thirty seconds too many for the giant brute of a Russian tapping his feet in great anticipation for the match that was about to begin. Well, from experience Heavy knew that it would be more akin to a bloodbath than a normal match, but really what was the difference? Heavy was just eager to get out there and give BLU a piece of him and Sasha.

Thirty seconds until the members of Builders League United would begin their very bad day.

Heavy watched Knight step forward to the orange gate just in front of them, apparently installed to "give both teams a fair and equal chance" according to some kind of list of rules. Heavy had never seen said list of rules, and if there really were, there weren't anyone to enforce them. All the better, Heavy always liked a good fight, not a fair one. Heavy put down his beloved Sasha, the minigun, and stretched out his hands, popping the joints of his massive fingers. The clock continued to tick down.

"What, there is smell here?" Heavy asked the Knight with curiosity, giving the air a good sniff as he tried to locate this smell. Victory? No, Heavy could not smell it no matter how hard he tried. He'd never smelled victory, and the smell he did recognize was not that which Knight spoke off. "No comrade Knight, that is only smell of Sasha. I oiled her just after previous bloodbath."

The next question and lines conversation made Heavy more animated though. "Yes, where is the Doktor? We must have Medic ready to heal tiny, baby Inkling and others, unless they hide behind me and Knight." Heavy quiped back at Knight and Spartan, picking up the minigun again and swirling the barrel a couple of rotations. The gun must have weighed a figurative ton, which Heavy managed to both hold and maneuver around with ease, though not invincible with. That is why he got more animated at the lack of Medic, for he missed his good friend's presence. Who else would be there to heal him and make him credit to team?

Heavy would have agreed on his prefence with the healing beam of the Medic, had not the Administrator's voice cut through the heavy tension that surrounded them in their little caged spawn. Three seconds. Heavy turned around, eyes searching for his Medic. Two seconds. Heavy faced the gate again, his massive fingers clutching tightly around the minigun, muscles in tension and ready to move. One second! "Medic! Hurry, Doktor! We must run and fight!"

"Fight to the death!"

Heavy couldn't wait any longer for Medic, rushing out in a jog from the RED team's spawn, following Knight, the Raider and the Priestess out into the open. Turn left, continue forward and through several buildings, Heavy finally reached the battlefield proper. It was time, but not before Heavy shouted something back at the Knight and his inspiration song. "Comrade Knight, I am not fat, but am hungry for BlU skulls of enemy baby team!

Moving forward as fast as he could, which for a giant bear of a man wasn't too quick honestly, Heavy had to leave both Medic behind him somewhere still looking for his weapon back at base, but also a strange sensation in the back of his mind. Heavy did not know what it truly was, only that it was getting in the way of him killing those pesky revisionists of the BLU team. It was almost a memory, a whit of something refering to a previous life, or world? A bright light, death, then nothing? No, Heavy could not put his finger on it, not the least because he was holding said finger on the trigger of the minigun, ready to do some killing. If anything, perhaps he was hungry. He still had the Sandwich safely tucked in his pocket...Nah, it was probably nothing.

The advance continued until Heavy and the other fighters entered the middle section of the map - a big, open central plaza of what could have come out of ancient Egypt, with the old constructions, sand and pyramid in the distance. Heavy payed little attention to those details however. To Heavy there was only one important task to focus on now - the enemies entering his sight on the far western side of the map. "I spy with my little eye..." Heavy began taunting with his booming voice, a thick Russian accent laced with tremendous power and joyous fury as the powered up his minigun. "Cowards, I spy cowards! Tiny, baby cowards of BLU!"

Heavy ended his taunt by opening fire at the distant enemies, slowing his pace down to a crawl as bullets flew out of his minigun, aimed at the enemy team. This was his job, his life and world now. Nothing existed outside the dunes of sand just on the other side of the fence. There was only his RED team, himself and Sasha.

It was a good day to be giant man!

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Heavy Weapons Guy

Heavy Weapons Guy

Game Origin: Team Fortress 2

Personality: It would be misleading to say that Heavy is a simpleton. Yes, he is but a simple man, content with the small things in life, especially three things; One, his joy in violence. Heavy will be the first one in the group to jump headlong into the fray, be it armed with his trusted minigun "Sasha" or his two, bare fists, ready to knock some heads. He's not a killing maniac however, we must hope to dear God, but finds the thrill of it unmatched, and thus has little care for his own safety. Two, his friends. While he jumps into the fray of combat with second thought, he makes sure to stand between the fray and those he holds dear; the Medic at the top, and the rest of Team RED at a close second. He would take a bullet - and has taken more than one can count - for his friends, to whom he is most loyal. Three, food. What else is there to say?

Background: Heavy Weapons Guy, hailing from the Siberian wastes of the glorious United Soviet Socialist Republics, spent most of his time serving his new employers of Reliable Excavation Demolition (RED) and working alongside his colleagues. As what you may ask? Well, as mercenaries of course! Shooting, blasting and fist-fighting his way across sand-filled compounds against their rivals in the Builders League United (BLU), Heavy was fighting to pay for his family still home in Mother Russia. There isn't much else to say about Heavy and his past, except for his Degree in Litterature and skills as a poker player.

The daily meatgrinder of mercenary work came to an abrupt end (for a second time after the robots attacked) when another colour attacked Heavy and his team, or both teams to be more exact. Was light a colour? No matter, the important part was that Galeem, the Lord of Light, attacked both teams in the middle of their 'business', destroying both teams, the whole map and the entire world. There was no Medic to heal him, no Engineer putting down a dispenser and no Scout to taunt him in death. And Heavy was angry.

Specialty: Tank
Level: 2
Experience: 8/20 (23.01.21)
Powers:

• Sandwich: While also serving as a healthy snack for The Heavy and possible allies, the mysterious Sandwich has the power to heal significant damage and injuries just by being digested.
• Showdown: With a flick of the wrist, the Heavy mimics a quick-draw Pistol Showdown and shouts before blowing out the imaginary smoke from the "barrel". This attack has the chance of killing an enemy outright in one blow, or severly injure a stronger enemy.

Strengths:

• Strength of a Siberan Bear: As his apperance suggest, Heavy is a incredibly strong Russian giant, much stronger than the tiny baby men of BLU. Heavy can lift things most men never could, and then some. Whether or not he should is a completely different matter, but he will certainly try.
• Taunter: Taunting your enemy into submission is an art it itself, one Heavy has plenty of from his days in RED. Heavy has the ability to call out to his enemies, throwing mean names and insults at them to gain their attention, focusing their ire at him instead of his comrades. After all, they are so small, it's funny to him!
• "Get behind me!": As the designated tank of team RED, Heavy is used to soaking up damage directed at his comrades in arms. Heavy can take more damage than most normal humans could, shrugging off minor wounds with his bellying laughs in Russian. Not invulnerable by no means, but this Russian bear can take one heck of a beating.

Weaknesses:

• Slow runner: Not blessed with a strong constitution, nor particulary long legs, Heavy is a slow runner, easily falling behind his faster compatrions. He's meant to take on the enemy head-on, not chase after them.
• "Less talking, more fighting": Violence is more often than not the answer to Heavy's problems, at least according to himself. He wasn't hired by RED to talk in long, boring board-meetings with BLU after all, he's there to fight it out. Heavy thus has the tendency to fight instead of talking, much to the dismay of his less violent friends. Don't get on his bad side.

Spirits: (See Spirits section for details. Start with none)

Kindred Spirits:

• Medic (TF2)- His very best friend and most useful teammate in RED. This German doktor with the medical knowledge of a genius and ethics of Frankstein always has Heavy's back, blasting him full of healing energy. The two of them working together, nothin can stop them!
• Bentley - The Brain (Sly Cooper-franchise) - Although they have never personally met, in some way and form they once shared the same destiny. While quite the opposites, with Bentley the brain-gifted, wheelbound turtle, they both live their lives at odds with normal society; one a mercenary, the other a thief, both fiercly loyal to their friends and their causes.
• Gordon Freeman - The One Free Man (Half Life) - Dr. Freeman, Gordon Freeman, The Free Man, Anticitizen One, a man of many names yet few words. They both hail from similar worlds, both are formidable fighters in their own right, able to defeat an enemy against overwhelming odds.

Inventory:
-"Sasha" the Minigun, Heavy's main weapon of choice
-The Sandwich

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@LugubriousWill do and will double-do!

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@Archmage MCLooking forward to meeting the "Machine Doktor" and everyone else!

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You're accepted. I can PM you about getting you into the story, but the basic idea is that Heavy will join one of the three teams currently on mission. Red Team (Bowser, Blazermate, Banjo & Kazooie, Doom Slayer, and Donnie) is in the Dead Zone, a destroyed city infested with demons and zombie plagues. Yellow Team (Tora and Poppi, Midna, Sectonia, Primrose, and Fox) is in the Sandswept Sky, a massive desert. Blue Team (Ace Cadet, Bowser Jr and Kamek, Sakura, and Geralt) are in the Edge of the Blue, a coastal / aquatic region. There are also NPCs with each party. Whichever region would make the most sense for Heavy to be hanging out in (probably not the Dead Zone) is good for you to start in, and you could just have him bump into the player characters there.

@Lugubrious

Please do send that PM, and I'll think about where he'd fit in best. So far I'm thinking with Yellow Team, but that's up to you. Glad to be onboard!

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@LugubriousGoodie! Yeah, still haven't decided completely on it. Working on a roster for it. But does that mean I'm accepted, and how do I best jump into the story?