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The Last Bastion: Bunker Chicago

Her shot did find its mark, but it didn't seem to do much to deter the monster. It did seem mildly irritated by the wound instead of just shrugging it off. It was interesting to say the least, for while it seemed undeterred, it did show some discomfort about it. Perhaps if she shot at all of the hotspots, she'd find somewhere where it irritated it the most, and buy some time for the team there as well.

"What do you think that is Junko? Its blood?"

"I think so." Junko took off her eye from the scope, giving a glance over to the heli as it flew towards the beast, wondering about what that man just said. She didn't get it at all. "Whatever it is, I'd stay far away from it."

She lined up on another hotspot on the thing, just as she heard a loud metallic clang as something metallic smashed against concrete.

"..wha..."

A huge woman stood just before them, a behemoth of a human, just under the size of a fully grown bear.

"....scheisse..."

A chainsaw sword, or a chainsword, or the one way ticket to fucksville as some people she knew dubbed it. And with the confidence with which that woman held it.... It was times like these that Junko wished she carried more than this tooth pick and standard pistol as a backup. But she had been through worse with less, plus, she had that girl, Jenive, to back her up.

As the chainsword roared to life, she put down Vladimir, and took out her combat knife and the pistol. "Jenive." She gave a gesture with her left hand, a signal to flank and attack when opportunity presents itself. If Junko didn't get cut down in the first few minutes of this fight that was.

Junko fired off a round at the smooth woman's chest, more as an attempt to focus the woman's attention on her than anything else. She held the knife in a reverse grip, her right holding the pistol, ready for dodging and counterattacking should she find an opening to exploit.

Counterbalance the knife, quick slash, and retract...

Legend of Renalta 2 (Dark Fantasy)

So... we restart with a new one?

Welcome to Gravetown!

Name:Cornelia IV von Elzbern du Swarztheim, or Amelia O'Garry for those who know her real name.

Species:Vampire

Gender:Female

Age: 442, appears 20

Occupation: The Bloody Countess of Whitesand Castle, located by the border of the Foggy Lake. In other words, she does absolutely nothing save ordering her servants around, being picky over her food, and generally be a blue blooded noble.

Personality: Arrogant to the max, she assumes an air of superiority about herself, automatically putting herself above anyone and everyone else unless she had a reason to think otherwise. She does feel compelled to do what her arrogance dictates she should do however, like doing a task beyond her skill just to prove she can do it if she wanted to. While she is refined and intelligent, she does have her moments.

Bio:She inherited the estate after her father passed away, or rather, went away with another woman, and her mother drank herself to a drunken stupor and ran away with another man. All her life she wanted to do something big, something incredible, something GRAND. Unfortunately, she was left with a large castle with a legion of servants and a large parcel of land full of subjects. No vampire hunter came to slay her, there were no armies coming to conquer her land, and no real problems that would give her a place in history. And to think, she had actually practiced grandiose lines for situations where she might be faced with a vampire hunter.

Thus, she took up reading, where the protagonist most often get into fantastical situations, and gets the girl while learning a valuable life lesson. All the things she had pretty much wanted to experience herself, all the adventuring, all those excitement and grandeur.

For most of her life, she had been sheltered by her family, who shielded her from the outside world as best as they could. For most of her life, she had only her maid and servants as playmates, as friends. All that she knew was taught by tutors and instructors. While there world outside her castle was unknown to her, she was content with her and her family. Until they broke up over some row she didn't even know about.

Now, it was all she could do to keep the castle running, even with the help of her servants.

Stuff you often carry: An obligatory steel dagger, as per instruction that one should be armed at all times. And nothing else save her clothes and what have you. What good are servants if they don't do the carrying for you?

Type of magic, if any: Apart from the usual vampiric abilities, she's versed in fire magic. Which she uses regularly to light her fireplace.

Anything else: Yuuka is best 2hu. UE is now invalid.

Welcome to Gravetown!

Gaddamned another vampire. Rivalries shall abound it seems.

Welcome to Gravetown!

You do realize this is Casual, right? That CS is way below the Casual standard.

Mobile Suit Gundam SEED - Heroes of ORB

She skidded to a stop as she came near an empty service door for the hangar. The sounds of gunfire came from the other side, as a squad of those attackers did battle with what was left of the security in the hangar. Milya pushed open the door gingerly, wincing as it gave a slight creak, a sign of its age.

Luckily the others were too busy shooting to even notice the door opening, much less the sound it made above all the gunfire.

This was much more than she bargained for, or even imagined in her wildest dreams as a techie. Her boss was dead, people were dying left and right, and to top it all off she was pulling off a stupid stunt sneaking about behind the enemy squad. She wasn't a soldier, or even a combat pilot. At best, she was just a test pilot for the Suits they were developing, hardly any material for real combat. At the very least, there were some people on the cat walk overhead giving what the soldiers call covering fire or something to that effect.

She slowly crawled towards a few boxes of parts stacked together, feeling a bit annoyed the other techies haven't gotten around to unpacking it, and more than a little bit grateful for the cover it now gave her.

As of now, only Strike was closest to her, the other two require her to run across the hangar and the crossfire between the enemy and her allies.

Trying silently to get up the catwalk so she could access the cockpit for Strike, she couldn't help but feel vulnerable, and very very naked out there. It was almost as if someone was aiming straight at her, lining up the perfect shot. Of course, it was just her mind playing tricks on her, as she finally got onto the catwalk without being seen, and to the shoulder of Strike without being seen.

But the cockpit was in front, highly visible from both sides shooting each other in the hangar, where she would be riddled with bullets as soon as she even tries to open the cockpit hatch. To make things worse, the security force here was being wiped out.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place, open the cockpit and die, or wait here and die.

"Tch!"

Emptying her head, she simply dashed towards the cockpit, and opened it. The few seconds it took for the cockpit to open seemed like and eternity, as the enemy spotted her, and bullets started to fly in her direction. Getting into the cockpit, almost throwing herself in there, she hurriedly closed the cockpit's opening, and slumped back in the chair with relief. She booted up the Gundam just as the last of the security fell. There was a slight pang of guilt as well as sadness, but she was still high on adrenaline, and the enemy was still right there.

"Phase shift on..."

The grey suit hummed to life, as color flooded into its outer shell.

She started to move the Gundam forwards, shooting the guns intergrated in its head as it swiveled around towards the enemy, spraying large caliber rounds everywhere. The slowly expanding patch of red from her stomach was ignored as she focused on the task at hand.

Mobile Suit Gundam SEED - Heroes of ORB

ok, post should be up in an hour or so.

Mobile Suit Gundam SEED - Heroes of ORB

wait hold up, before I write something wrong, Strike is with which gundam?

The Last Bastion: Bunker Chicago

So thick skinned includes the disappearances of nipples and belly buttons as well? What a terrible fate to suffer.

The Last Bastion: Bunker Chicago

Also, homunculi as enemies. Judging from the gas and homunculi, I'm thinking the villain must be some sort of sunglasses wearing maniac who would soon spread the gas with missiles, bombing all over the world.

Ensuring complete. Global. Saturation.

Anyways, I'll post by either tonight or tomorrow depending on what happens.