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Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Big and small windmills.

Lancer, Regan Durandal, reporting! :D

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Private Regan Durandal

"Huff huff huff haah haah huff..." Dammit! Her squad had been ambushed and wiped out. She felt bad about running away, but what was she supposed to do? Her mortar was too slow to take on all those enemies at once, and besides, they would have surrounded her and eliminated her easily. She had to leave her mortar behind, too... she would have been too slow and been captured or killed. If she could find another squad, she could warn them of the enemy movements. Maybe even reclaim the bodies and equipment they lost. As it was, all she had left was her katana. She couldn't face them all down with just that. She could hear some of them following her.

She stops as shots are fired in front of her, turning around and drawing her sword. It looked like she would have to make her stand here. She'd drawn them away from their unit, presumably, so perhaps she stood a chance... if they were foolish. The fact that they hadn't already shot her yet told her that perhaps they were.

Three imperials approached her, all aimed at her carefully. They surround her... did they intend to engage her in melee? Her eyes tracked them carefully, waiting... for the first move.

The one flanking her to her rear left charged her with his bayonette, and she spun in response, catching the bayonette with her blade and diverting it away from her before she counters, driving her sword up the length of his weapon and slicing through his body, severing his arm. He falls, and the imperial that had previously been in front of her charged her next, but she anticipated his action and heard his sloppy, heavy footwork. She pivoted and spun around his blade, throwing the momentum from that into a slash across his torso. One remaining, and he wised up. He was going to shoot her. She had to close the distance, quickly. She darted to the side, narrowing avoiding getting shot, but he was tracking her movement. She dashed toward him, but he'd backed away already. She wouldn't make it in time...

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Ooooh hohoho, SNIPAAAAAAAAA!

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Trinity: Ok, Annalise, I'm just gonna chalk this up to the crazy from the glass shard.

So, what's the latest explosion in the OOC, now?

*pets Fox*

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Train

Trinity had made herself rather comfortable, rather quickly, but that didn't last long. Annalise started shouting, and the minstrel opened her eyes and sat up, staring. "Oh my god, pipe down, some of us are trying to-" The woman started using her magic, and the way she was right now, that couldn't have been good news. There was no time to call out her quiver, get an arrow ready, and hit her with it with enough effect to stop her. She had to act now. The mess of butterflies in front of her would prevent her from getting close, too, so she couldn't just tackle her back down. That would leave her exposed and vulnerable anyway.

There was only one thing she could do so quickly. She'd have to make it happen fast, if she didn't want anyone to see clearly. Ariel might, but she couldn't concern herself with that right now.

Trinity forms an energy make barrier in front of her and then expands it rapidly to push the butterflies away. It disperses after clearing just enough space for her to stand. "Hand Mallet!" A small orb of golden energy forms in her right hand and she crushes it. The energy forms just as she said, a rubber hand mallet, long enough to reach Annalise. The minstrel forms another barrier, to stop the sword, as she swings hard for Annalise's side. Knock her down, knock her out, and tie her up. And take her sword away from her... Her mallet would disperse after her attempt.

"Ariel, can you put her to sleep?"

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Name: Regan Durandal
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance:

Rank: Private
Class: Lancer

Weapons and Equipment: Lancaar-SH M01 and an old, far eastern sword

Personality: A peace-loving, flirtatious woman with a fierce sense of justice. She carries with her mannerisms from a foreign land, though her heart embraces the peaceful land of Gallia.
Bio: Regan emigrated from her home to Gallia some years ago, her family seeking to escape involvement in the war. Their home country was one that had decided to take a side in the war. Regan agreed with the move, but for her own reasons. Her father was originally a Gallian citizen, smoothing over their immigration into the country. It's where she obtained her mortar lance.

RP Sample: Fwoosh, fwoosh, fwoosh, fwoosh. A young woman stood in her yard, swinging a wooden sword overhead and shuffle-stepping forward and back as she did. She'd been at it for ten minutes now, and with a final step forward and swing, she took a deep breath while resting her sword against the ground, her hands laying over each other on the end of the hilt. "Huff... huff... whew." She takes a moment to gaze out over the grassy fields that surround her home now. The change of scenery was really pleasant, but at the same time, it was strange to be in a foreign land. Well... she supposed it wasn't foreign anymore. She was a citizen of Gallia now, this was her home. Though, the foreign martial clothing she wore would have most people fooled. Now that she's done with her morning practice, perhaps she should change and go into town? Bathing might be good, too, before she goes.

"Mama, I'm going to town!" The young lady calls as she slips her shoes on at the door and steps out of her home. They didn't live far, and the walk was very pleasant. She wondered who she'd find out and about today... though she should probably go with some purpose in mind, instead of just aimlessly wandering. She'd start by going to the bakery and purchasing herself something to eat, after her workout. From there... eeeeh... something would probably happen? She'd figure it out, but she had something to start with.

As the young lady walks, she gazes at the river along the road, admiring the clear waters and the fish within. Such a beautiful, peaceful place...

Soul Eater SCAR

I just find it strange that, when the RP focuses on characters that bend the normal rules, we suddenly have a problem with bending the rules? Aah, whatever. Autonomous or new miester it is. Though, being autonomous would be a little lame.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

I hardly notice tense when I write. Or read. So that might be tricky for me. I'll try, though.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Yessssssss *high five*

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

The reporter duo will be a thing, yes.