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Kropatschek Mle 1878 and 1886 Marine rifles

Mle 1874 manufactured by Werndl in Steyr, Austria c.1879 for the French Navy, serial number A13743.
Mle 1884 manufactured by MAT in Châtellerault , France c.1884 also for the French Navy, serial number F47937.
11mm Gras cartridge, 7 rounds tubular magazine +1+1 in the elevator and chamber, 1m25 long and 4,5kg empty.

The Kropatschek was initially ordered to replace the Chassepot needle rifles still used by the French navy in the 1880′s after trials held at Cherbourg. It was only manufactured in France following its modifications in 1884 and 1885, before finally being the basis for the smokeless powder Lebel in 1886.

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Meunier A6 Mle 1916

Manufactured by MAT in France c.1916-17 as a stopgap before the introduction of the RSC Mle1917, serial number 82.
7,2x56,95mm rimless cartridges with steel-cored bullets, 5-rounds fixed box magazine reloaded through the bottom with a clip - much like the RSC rifle, gas operated semi automatic.

Although officially adopted in 1910 as the replacement for the Mle 1886 M93 Lebel, delays to determine a specific round to be used led to production at APX to only start in 1913, and by the time WW1 started only a few thousands A6 rifles had been made. The project was revived in 1916 when France decided back on gaining the technological upper hand in the war, and a thousand more guns were manufactured in Tulle under the designation Mle 1916. Less than 900 were sent to sharpshooters on the front line.
It was considered the most advanced functional military rifle design of the war.

Prove Myself

Fandom- The Walking Dead
Pairing- Daryl x reader
Plot- After their first fight, reader gets kidnapped by the governor.
Warnings- Language, Violence


(Your pov)
Crouched down low, I quickly made my way through the forest careful to avoid stepping on anything that would reveal my position. A a gun with a silencer on it was pressed against my thigh, ready to be fired at any moment.
Pushing through a bush I bit my lip in concentration as I saw the deer I had been tracking the whole morning. Quickly pushing my matted (h/c) hair out of my face, I raised my gun and without hesitation, pulled the trigger. The deer fell to the ground, the bullet having gone right through its head.
“Yes! Oh fuck ya take that you little-” I yelled at I pushed through the bush, momentarily forgetting that there could be walkers around.
With a little difficulty, I hoisted the deer up on to my shoulder, almost falling over under the weight, and pushed forward back to the prison. An hour and many choice words later I drug myself and the deer under a small hole in the fence and laid down in the grass to take a break. I grimaced when I saw I was face to face with the deer and rolled over on to my side. I saw Glenn standing up in the watch tower looking through the binoculars at me. I waved but instead of waving back he turned and ran out of the tower.
“I see how it is, weirdo…” I mumbled grabbing the deer once more and stumbling into the prison were I was instantly met with yelling.
“(Y/n)! Where have you been?” Maggie yelled pulling my into a tight hug and causing me to drop my deer. I had been with The Greene family since this whole thing started. They were like a second family to me.
“I was hunting.” I said pulling back.
“Daryl has been going insane. We thought-” she was cut off as the man himself came stomping down the stairs.
“-You got kidnapped or eaten by a walker in the middle of the night. Where have you been?” Daryl yelled.
The rest of the room silenced, watching the scene in front of them unfold.
“I was out, hunting. I saw a deer this morning and went after it.” I said, slightly embarrassed at the way he was treating me like a child in front of everyone.
“Really, you just walk off into the woods with no one to protect you? You could’ve been killed or bitten and nobody would’ve known!”
Oh hell no. “I don’t need anyone to protect me, Daryl! I can do whatever I want, I don’t need you to babysit me.” I growled, not caring who was watching anymore.
“Well obviously you do if your just gonna go wandering off like that.”
“Fuck you, Dixon! You don’t control me, I don’t care what you say. If I want to go out and hunt I can go out and hunt, I don’t need your permission. Obviously, I’m fine and I can take care of myself.”
“No you can’t! You don’t get it, do you? You are weak and selfish and stupid. You can’t take care of yourself!”
I reached up and slapped him before I could stop myself earning a collective gasp from the growing crowd that was now watching us like a tv show.
His eyes widened, “(Y/n)-” he started but I turned and stomped out before he could say anything else.
I pushed out the doors and walked put into the field and climbed on top of the turned over bus.
“Who needs him.” I muttered to myself. “I definitely don’t. I can take care of myself.”
Pulling my knees up to my chest, I rested my head on them and looked out at the fence. Walkers were pushing up against it like usual and the groans could be heard from all around.
I fiddled with the falling apart leather on my old boots. This had been our first fight. Well first real fight, we’d argued over small, stupid things like whether or not it was ok to tell other people about how much of a cuddler he was. Or if it was my right as a girlfriend to kiss him and hug him in public, as he was always a little reserved with the whole PDA thing and I learned to just accept that.
But this was our first big fight with yelling and not to mention I slapped him, which I was starting to feel bad about. But he deserved it, calling me weak and saying I needed a babysitter. Who does he think he is?
I don’t know how long I sat in that bus before I saw it. A person ducking under some low hanging branches caught my gaze. It couldn’t have been a walker, it wasn’t stumbling, it moved with precision.
I thought of the war we were fighting with the town Woodbury and jumped off the bus. My first instincts told me to go in and tell Rick or Daryl. But my pride told me I could handle this myself. So I did.
Ducking under the fence I quickly dove into some tall grass as to not be seen by Glenn who was once again up in the watch tower. I did an army crawl into the trees and out of Glenn’s sight before standing up and running in the direction I saw the figure. Biting my lip, I quickly pulled out my gun when I head the sound of leaves and twigs breaking. The footsteps where coming closer and closer and I jumped in front of the person, only to stop confused when no one was there.
“What the…” I mumbled looking around and lowering my gun.
Suddenly something hard hit me in the head and everything went black.

I groaned rolling my head to the side. I opened my eyes slowly and waited for them to adjust to the darkness before looking around. My head and neck were killing me and my arms were tied around a pole behind me. I was sat on the floor in what looked like a empty warehouse.
“What the fuck…” I groaned, looking around the room. There were boxes stacked around the edge of the room and a table with different types of weapons on it sat in the middle. I recognized my gun and knives amidst the other stuff.
That can’t be good.
I pulled on the rope and tried to feel for a way I could untie it, but came up short. But before I could do anything else the heavy metal doors swung open and light flooded the room, causing me to flinch away. As soon as the light was there it was gone but a person with a lamp walked in. I looked up and saw a guy with an eye patch standing in front of me, holding the lamp.
He gave me a kind smile but I saw something more sinister behind it.
He set down the lamp and pulled up a chair, sitting right in front of me.
“Seems like they hit you a little harder than necessary, you were out for a long time. (Y/n) right?” He asked.
“What do you want? Where am I?” I spat, ignoring his question.
“All in good time, (Y/n). Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way. How about you tell me about your little prison.”
“Hmm” I pretended to think before looking innocently up at him, “How about you… Go to hell.” I yelled before spitting at his shoes.
He grinned, “I guess were doing things the hard way.”
Many hits and cuts later and both the governor and I where covered in my blood. I had a black eye and I’m pretty sure my nose was broken. He had slashed gashes across my stomach and I was covered in bruises. But I had yet to give up any information except where he could stick his knife.
“Well, Miss, I gotta say your a lot tougher than you look. Think about your choices, tell me what I need to know and you’re free to leave. Or we can continue what we have going now, your choice. I’ll be back tomorrow.” The governor smirked at me before once again locking me in the dark room.
I coughed and I could feel blood running down my face and my body screamed in protest with every movement.
This whole thing was terribly ironic. I go out and try to prove myself only to get captured. Well I’m not gonna just sit here and wait for a rescuer. Ignoring the pain, I pulled myself up and rested against the pole. Just standing had taken a lot out of me.
The table with my knife was out of my reach, but there was one knife that I knew they hadn’t taken. A while ago, the heel of boot had began to rip off. So I took advantage of the and hid a pocket knife there.
Using the pole to keep my balance, I brought my left foot up and pulled the small blade out of my shoe. I flipped it out and began to carve away at the thick rope, all but yelling out in triumph when it broke apart.
I stumbled over to the table and grabbed my stuff, before assessing the chain on the door. I could either waste time trying to pick it, or risk someone hearing me if I break it off. I decided on the latter and in one swift motion, I brought the butt of my gun down hard on the chain and surprisingly, the chain didn’t break. But the handle of the door fell off and was now hanging by the chain that was still connected to the other handle. I hesitantly pushed the door and it creaked open.
Well, whatever works.
I slipped out the door and into the dim hallway. I snuck around the hall looking for a way out while avoiding any room were I might run into others. After looking for what felt like hours, but was probably only minutes, I found a door that led outside. The sun had set, which I was grateful for, and I wandered around before I found myself in the middle of the town. I snuck through the shadows, careful to avoid being seen by someone who might look through there windows.
I heard voices coming from on top of a large wall, separating me from freedom, and stopped to find a way past it.
Three guys sat spread out on top of the wall, talking about something that I didn’t care enough about to listen to and holding large guns. That’s not gonna be good for me.
I crept along the side of the wall, grateful the guys were facing the other way, and felt around for a door.
“Aha.” I muttered feeling a shorter part of the wall that I could easily jump.
I took a deep breath before throwing myself over the fence and sprinting out into the street.
Instantly the men’s low talking became a loud yelling as one of them spotted me. I heard the guys start to fire at me but I just kept running towards the woods as bullets flew past me
At the last second before I would disappear out of their sight, I turned around and flipped them off before vanishing into the woods. I kept running for a while, incase the three had decided to chase me, before falling down on a tree and catching my breath.
I ripped off half of my shirt and wrapped it tightly around my midsection were I had what had to be at least six deep cuts. I rested my head on the tree, letting my breathing and heartbeat regulate before pulling myself back up. I had no time to waste laying down, I had to get back to the prison.
I began to all but drag myself forward, the adrenaline rush that had brought me this far long gone, and prayed that no walkers would try me tonight cause I just didn’t have time for that.
Hours later I finally gave in and let myself rest again. Honestly I didn’t even know if I was going in the right direction. I just choose a way and hoped and now it was too late to change my mind.
Throwing myself into the long grass I rested my hand over my swelling eye and grimaced when I felt it. That couldn’t be pretty.
I lay there, looking up at the stars and listening to the sounds of nature. I had the urge to scream but I knew that wouldn’t be good for anyone involved, especially me, so I held in.
What I wouldn’t give to be back in the prison now. In my bed cuddled up next to Daryl who, no matter how much he denies it, enjoyed the cuddling probably more than I did. Just thinking about it made me tired and I was almost out when footsteps brought me back to the real world.
I stumbled up quickly, nearly falling over from the sudden movement, and drew my gun pointing it in the direction of the footsteps.
I really didn’t have the energy to fight off a walker. But if I fired now it would attract more. But if I don’t fire then I’ll have to fight it with my knife and I could get bit.
I internally argued with myself before letting out a yelp and firing right as the walker pushed into the clearing.
“Oh shit- what the?” It yelled and my eyes widened. I knew that voice.
“Daryl?” I asked stepping forward and lowering my gun.
“(Y/n)?” Daryl asked, he had crouched down to dodge the bullet and was looking up at me. He stood up straight and looked at me with wide eyes.
Tears welled up in my eyes and I threw my self into his arms, ignoring the pain it caused, and held him close. He dropped his cross bow and wrapped his arms around me.
“What are you’d doing out here? What happened?” He asked, not angry like last time but concerned.
“The governor and I was on the bus and I just wanted to prove myself and he kidnapped my and the knife then the door handle and I flipped them off and-” I rambled but Daryl cut me off.
“Hey, hey calm down. You can explain it all later all that matters is that your ok.” He said calming me down.
“I’m sorry. I was trying to prove that I could do things on my own, but I was obviously wrong. You were right I cant handle myself. And I’m sorry I should’ve told you where I was going this morning.” I said.
“No, you’re wrong, you can handle yourself. I shouldn’t have tried to control you like that. You don’t just fine in your own, you don’t need to say sorry for living your life. Your not stupid or selfish. If anything I’m selfish, I was just worried about losing you.” He mumbled something else under his breath.
“Oh uh, sorry, what was that? I didn’t quite hear you.” I smirked.
He rolled his eyes but I could see he was fighting back a smile, “I’m sorry, I love you.”
“I love you too.” I smiled reaching up to kiss him, but letting out a little groan when the cuts on my stomach protested and slumped back down.
“Alright, lets get you back to the prison. Everyone’s been worried.” He said, scooping me up into his arms and trekking back through the bushes.
“So, now that we’ve been through this life changing experience will you be mad if, hypothetically of course, I told Maggie about how much you love when I-”
“Shut up (Y/n). You promised not to speak of that.”


Sorry this took so long, I was out camping all weekend and we didn’t have service up there. I hope you like it, send in some requests!- Kat 😽

@ishdarosieposie continued from MAN STABS HIMSELF, MORE AT 11

“You should’ve left me be, you foolish woman….”

He coughs up some blood, gritting pearly whites as he makes a sound of frustration in his throat. It’s not like he could die anyway, it was a cycle that had burdened Mateus ever since he became this way. No matter how much he tried, how much blood he shed from himself, he always ended the same–regaining consciousness in Heaven or Hell and still with the power to return to mortal plane as he wished.

Why, if Urania wouldn’t have come, his body would’ve simply faded the second all bodily function had ceased within.

This wasn’t the first time Mateus had done this to himself anyway, but it WAS a first for someone to rush in and stop the process from completing. That made him angry. He didn’t want others to see his struggles that he kept so well hidden beneath a mask of regal and calm.