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Final Fantasy VIII: Tempus Veneficarum [7/10 Slots]

Fingers crossed you haven't changed your mind Garland, so we'll see.
At any rate, we'll be moving along to the morning tomorrow.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

There's no post order, so anyone who wants to post can do so.

Final Fantasy VIII: Tempus Veneficarum [Always Recruiting]

We are still looking for a few more players, so anyone interested please come say hi on the OOC.

Final Fantasy VIII: Tempus Veneficarum [7/10 Slots]

Have done, but since she's not posted in a fortnight I doubt we'll be seeing her any time soon. I'll reopen recruitment and fingers crossed we'll get two more.

Final Fantasy VIII: Tempus Veneficarum [7/10 Slots]

Depending on the number of posts in the next 48 hours, I might just skip to the next day. There isn't a lot of direction at the moment, partially due to the absence of Shiinen and Hero who were going to play a pretty big part in the ballroom scenes >>; If anyone has any major objections to skipping, just say.
Might need to recruit one or two more... again... /sigh

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Privates Nebelheim and Walker apparently, so the dogtags said. Both conscripted today, alongside Squad Four and Harald himself. While the human in him felt for the poor bastards, his cynical side reminded Harald that they had been issued full kit while his squad had been left in civvies. They had either been caught off-guard or were simply outmatched my Imperial regulars; either way, they had been well equipped to deal with the threat. As the other began to distribute the salvaged kit, Harald busied himself with the dead soldier's other equipment, taking an especially long bandoleer for himself; it even had a pair of old-fashioned grenades attached, probably circa 1910 at least. A sudden burst of static caught his attention and Varrot's report began to filter through; however before the scout could finish, one of the squad called out in surprise. Another reacted faster than Harald, taking cover by a tight alleyway.

The two Imperial shocktroopers paused in their advance, alerted by a shriek up ahead. One took a knee, leaning as close to the left hand wall as possible to minimise his profile while the other advanced, finger on the trigger. Within seconds a target presented itself; a small face poked around the corner, easily within range. Both men opened up with short, controlled bursts to force the Gallian back into cover; if the enemy had the exit covered, then advancing would only get them killed. With a brief flurry of hand signals and a nod of agreement, one soldier took off back to their squad at a sprint while the other lay prone to watch the alley.

'Valk's blood! You alright Private?' Harald couldn't see any obvious injury from his position on the other side of the alleyway entrance and not for the first time regretted not knowing everyone's name yet. Shit, he thought grimly. We don't have the kit for a firefight. There wasn't much room to manoeuvre here and those soldiers could easily double back to flank them; at the same time the squad was split on either side of the alley entrance so retreat wasn't an immediate option. They needed a distraction. 'Varrot, I need fire on whoever comes out the other end of this alley. We'll smoke 'em out, then pull back and find a way around.' Carefully clipping his wireless back to his jacket, Harald glanced at his squad. Half were armed now, but only with rifles, no use in close quarters; until such time as they scrounged up some SMG ammo, his revolver was the handiest gun they had. Switching to hand signals, Harald mimed a grenade toss, followed by a rapid retreat back the way they came and gave silent thanks to the deceased soldiers for the use of their nades. After a few seconds silence, the sounds of running boots echoed back up the alley; judging his time carefully, the Sergeant pulled the cord from his archaic grenade and slung it full pelt around the corner. A shrill cuss was soon cut off the explosion and Harald darted around the corner, unloading all six rounds aimlessly. Not waiting around to see if any had connected, he grabbed his nearest squadmate and belted it back up the street.

Several streets away, a squad was holding out in a bus shelter. Where every other man and woman had their heads down, popping up only to fire, one man stood brazenly before the Imperials, flourishing a great curved sabre. 'Corporal, be a good chap and get someone on the second floor. And you, Bonns, do try and fire your weapon; there are targets to spare.' Meulemann's hearty laugh was as disheartening to his own men as they enemy; he had already been hit twice and had both times waved away medical support. The first Imperial assault on their position had left three shocktroopers dead by his blade, hence their more cautious approach this time round. But that caution was paying dividends; even if the Captain was still standing, five of his squad were down. Even Meulemann knew that their position was rapidly becoming untenable and that the Militia might soon have to abandon the town.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Yep. Once we get a bit further along, I'll try to get one or two more in to fill the blanks. In the meantime, anyone who picks up a lance can try using it. They just won't be particularly good with it.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Up to you; there won't be any more guns on them, but she might find a bayonet or E-tool.
Edit: this has actually inspired me to replace Harald's bayonet with an e-tool.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Sehr gut. By the way people, don't feel restricted by post order or wait for Harald to give orders; just have your characters act and react as you wish. If anyone wants to escalate the situation, go for it.

Final Fantasy VIII: Tempus Veneficarum [7/10 Slots]

As Xerox talked, Duncan's expression slowly turned stony. '... I can't say I much liked your brand of ingenuity. For one, those desks are fucking expensive and they came out of my annual bonus. I won't argue with your results though; whatever you did at the second tower, taking down alone went above and beyond what you'd expect from a candidate..' With a little shake, Duncan concluded that his bottle was near empty after filling Xerox's glass and repeated chugs. In one last effort, he downed the remaining contents and cast the bottle off the balcony, eliciting a shocked gasp from a passing guest. '... it's not as though they can fire me for littering.', Duncan muttered dryly.

'She... isn't taking things well. Understandable. I did try to get her to come enjoy the ball but I think she wanted to be alone.' Even he had noticed Eika's emotional attachment and vulnerability, and would have preferred to keep her in sight for her own sake. Duncan doubted that she would do anything unwise, but... He accepted the glass from Xerox with a grateful smile, trying to dispel his concerns. 'I'm sure she'll be fine. The girl just needs time and support.' Which, coincidently, I will not be able to give. Duncan's report had recommended extra psychological support for Eika once he left, but breaking his promise to keep her with him wasn't easy. The wine was sweet, if a bit dry... Duncan didn't immediately reply, gazing up at the moon instead. He imagined the monsters that swarmed over the lunar surface, pictured their faces, superimposing the image of a Galbadian helmet over the top... 'Aye. You could say... that a blue moon rises. And whatever happens in the coming weeks, we'll be the ones to put it in it's place.' After a moment of introspection, he downed his wine and thrust the glass out to Xerox. 'Landlord, another round. By the way, you spent most of the mission with Charlotte, right..?' In stark contrast to his previously serious expression, Duncan's eyebrows rose and a lopsided grin crept across his face. 'So tell me... Did you have any R rated events out in the woods? C'mon, I can keep a secret, lay all dem juicy details on me!'