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Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

I was tempted to leave it as BLARGH for the comedy factor, but sadly common sense prevailed.

Crimson Skies, Fortune or Death.

Expect a White Russian expat very soon.

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

Daaayum... I'll raise a shot for you on New Years, for I intend to be pissed as a newt.

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

Since I won't be about tomorrow (what sort of heathen institution makes you work on Christmas Day?), I'd like to wish you all a happy tactical Christmas.

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Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Must be because it's Christmas Eve, but the Guild is remarkably stable today.
Touch wood.

[OOC] Elder Tale Western: Europe [Log Horizon] [High Casual]

I'm working tomorrow but other than that, Guild willing, I'll be available as and when.
On a different note, has anyone heard from Ostarion recently?

[OOC] Elder Tale Western: Europe [Log Horizon] [High Casual]

Three days... Three days of confusion, fear and eventual acceptance compounded by inactivity and boredom. For all its value as entertainment, Elder Tale had thus far made for a poor standard of life. For those without guilds it must have been many times worse, stuck out in the cold all night or sleeping in oversubscribed inns. At least I've a warm bed and good company. Standing atop one of Lun's many towers, a rather dapper looking gentleman was gazing out over the city in a bored fugue. Quite aside from nothing happening these last few days, he himself had barely left the confines of Lun's inner city. He had enough gold saved to cover his expenses and no reason to leave... Regardless he felt as though he was wasting time here, although why he could not fathom. Fortunately, today might have something more interesting in store, should his illustrious Guildmaster come up with a suitable distraction. As the allotted time rolled around, he headed back down to street level and off toward the park wherein this meeting was to be held.

Silverfall had never been a large guild, nor was it the most appropriate for someone of his level, but the other members had always treated him fair regardless of his inability to join them on high-level raids. A fair few of them had been offline at the time of the Apocalypse, leaving the guild smaller than ever; regardless it was one of the more functional in Lun, with many others disintegrating due to low member count or defections to larger guilds. Silverfall could reliably call upon five or six members, more than most. However, the low turnout at the meeting was below even that number, a point which worried the young man. 'At least the area between the two cities is not of a high level; I assume he has gotten himself waylaid by PKers? They are rather common at the moment.' Getting stuck like this Thandev had reportedly done was no easy achievement; if he wished to return to Ironhold all he needed to do was jump off a cliff. Admittedly, self-preservation instinct was a powerful thing. 'At any rate dear Guildmaster, I am yours to command. Little good may I do in a raid, but to paraphrase our colonial brethren, I can still fuck shit up in the field.' Despite his poncy attitude he was rather looking forward to leaving the city limits; EarlTrevorVI had barely fired a shot since all this lark began.

Living in Aincrad: a SAO RP

I wasn't sure how to introduce Pyotr so she's just kinda... advertising herself.

Living in Aincrad: a SAO RP

Outside the town of Tolbana, a lone figure lounged out by the local stream. In her hand was a fishing pole, little more than a long stick with string attached, the lure bobbing lazily in the stream's clear waters. Breakfast was slow coming today, though the disappointment was diminished by a handful of useful items she had accidently fished up; herbs, sellable junk, even the odd old shoe. Typical in-game fishing rewards, just no damn fish. Eventually the rod began to tip, a tell-tale sign of a bite; hoping against hope that this catch was of the piscean kind, she stood to haul it in. After a minute of frenzied angling her prize leapt from the waters, a magnificent specimen of a... another damn boot. 'Chyort voz'mi!' For all her attentiveness and patience, this morning was a bust. With no kipper for breakfast, she packed up her gear and headed toward the town, instead deciding to flog the chaff and eat at the tavern for once. At least there would be ale there she thought, trying to look on the bright side.

By the time she reached the tavern it was already mid-morning and the streets heaved with players assembling for the upcoming raid-spam. With Tolbana being so close to the Floor Dungeon's entrance it was fast becoming a staging ground for parties; this was the main reason she had travelled so far of course. As a trader and spelunker, one must always be in the thick of it, ready to strike whilst the iron is hot so to speak. These folk often needed materials for potions and armour, something that she had grown to specialise in acquiring. Tolbana was a gold mine for a savvy businesswoman. But the rumbling of her stomach, whether simulated or imagined ensured that the day's work would wait and she filed into one of the less packed taverns, flagging down an NPC maid. Taking her place in one corner of the room, she set about turning her table into a makeshift sales counter, carefully placing stacks of materials out for the other patrons to peruse as she made a start on a small mountain of bacon, humming Katyusha as she worked. A small sign sat before her, specially crafted by an... associate in the Town of Beginnings. Pyotr's Gubbins.

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

It didn't take long for Kein and Yoko to prepare, packing what gear and personal effects they required for what promised to be a long assignment. Half an hour after the briefing they stood in the parking bay, a pair of duffel bags sitting in an open boot. Kein's naginata had been broken down into a rather elegant briefcase for convenience and no small degree of style, but Yoko's weapons were conspicuous on their absence; not even he knew how she fought, in spite of her high combat grades. To Kein's rose-tinted eyes it only added to her mysterious allure. 'So... do you think Duncan will let us share a room? I mean, we're both adults and...' He trailed off and his uncharacteristic bashfulness made Yoko squeal inside; the little twerp could be so damn cute at times. 'Well... I'm Adjutant and so will be organising the bunks. But aren't you getting a bit ahead of yourself..? Who said I wanted to... share a bed?' His crestfallen face was a sight to see; teasing could be almost as fun as tasing... She was about to follow up when the first of the SeeDs filed in, this time catching her off-guard. 'G-good day! Ahem, yes. This one, I'll be driving. Once everyone is assembled, we shall move on.'

Meanwhile, Duncan was marching purposefully toward the rear courtyard, where an airship waited. A handful of other SeeDs followed behind him, other members of his team that would serve ancillary roles, technicians, scouts. He met with Corvo enroute, each giving the other a crisp salute. 'Well Lerwick, I cannot say I am surprised with your choice of staff. Better the devil you know. You are scheduled for drop site three, several miles from the town. From there, proceed overland and infiltrate Timber via the sewers.' The old man's expression turned rather nasty. 'I bet you'll fit right in.' Without any further ado the Head Instructor veered off, leaving Duncan alone with his team. '... And fuck you too old man.', he whispered under his breath. It wasn't until they were in the courtyard and the team loading onto the airship that Duncan noticed Syrus behind them. '... Not a train person? I'd say that you coming with me defeats the purpose of going alone, but in truth I'd be glad of the company.' In the sewer that is.