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Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

'T-those tanks, sir...' It was a relief that Bons had finally awoken, although Meulemann hadn't told him of his squad's fate. The four of the lay prone on the second floor of a bombed out house, gazing down through the rubble at the Imperial command post and trying to come up with a plan of attack. The enemy officer, a Colonel by the looks of him, was in plain sight and would fall easily to either sniper; the problem lay with the dozen logistical soldiers running back and forth and more pressingly those two tanks. Even if they didn't immediately spot where the shot came from, they could just blast every possible building until they got lucky; the Captain doubted his men would escape unharmed. Even when one of the tanks rolled off toward the front lines, Tarquin held fire. The risks were just too great at the moment... Give me an opening, anything... A few miles to the north, Sergeant Harald's group was setting up for their own attack. The three of them crawled slowly along a ditch toward a small enemy position, taking care to remain unseen. Harald could hardly believe his luck; they had somehow stumbled upon an artillery spotting team, two men complete with their own APC. If they could get close enough to kill the Imps in one volley... They might even be able to fool the enemy into shelling their own troops. The three of them continued on slowly, the pounding of their hearts growing ever louder as nerves took hold.

ALFheim Online: Stuck in Limbo

'Shiro it is. A shame there aren't any more of us about... An entire party of lolis would be Godlike.' Shishirou was clearly her kind of person; a big dumb grin and the ability to quote obscure anime on the spot were all the qualifications she needed. The others Fuyuko had called out to had thankfully not run away, giving their new party a good combat balance and the numbers required; the high proportion of female avatars always a plus. 'Being small means I don't have to reach down to hit them in the bollocks.' Arina's build suggested pure DPS, although Fuyuko had met archers who focused on crowd control or interrupts; in any case she seemed alright, more than she could say for one of the male players, who declined to reply despite joining the party. Probably one of those solo players who thought that VRMMORPGs were all about one man's quest and all that shyte. Different strokes for different folks, she thought dryly. Any response she may have given the other two was cut off by the raid leaders calling the hall into order. Fuyuko had a brief moment to summon her familiar and only method of dealing any real damage before jogging after the rest of the party, her faithful pet lizard loping along behind. It wasn't long before the boss revealed itself in all its morbid glory. It wasn't the fact that is was made of corpses that repulsed her, nor even the stench; the way it moved was just so... wrong that Fuyuko found herself uncharacteristically lost for words. Luckily the raid leaders broke her out of reverie with a stream of orders and the diminutive tank struck her hammer and shield together a few times to psyche herself up. Any discomfort she may have felt was dispelled when Arina spoke up, replaced with a flush of bravado. 'Don't die? To Hell with that! Death or glory!' She took off at a full sprint, drawing level with the Spriggan just as they made contact. Her first glowing strike bounced ineffectively off the thing's metal frame, but succeed in drawing its attention. Pulling her shield across her small body, Fuyuko braced herself for the counter-attack, a wild grin snaking across her features. Moments like this made ALO's subscription worth ever Yen.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Getting Paul and Aaron together soon would be a good idea.

ALFheim Online: Stuck in Limbo

I never find posting order really help; they tend to slow RPs down too much. But speedposting is the same.

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

Roight. We'll timeskip to the next morning and the brief for the first mission Sunday evening.

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

The amusement garnered from the reveal of Syrus' dalliance was not shared by Duncan. More so than anyone else present, he understood the dangers of getting too close to the client; too many good SeeDs had lost their jobs or worse, their lives because of a stupid one-off fling. Syrus' status as a unique asset made the potential breach even more dangerous. Still... the kid was a teenager. Hormones made people do stupid things. 'That's enough of that.', he said sharply to Freya and Xerox. 'I'm sure Syrus understands how badly this could have gone and how keeping his cock in his pants can now be considered a standing order?' Come to think of it, this wasn't too different from when Duncan had had to cover up for Syrus faux pas with Corvo; the lad was swiftly becoming a recurring headache... As they waited for the contact to enter the bunker, another of the newly transferred SeeDs spoke up, eliciting a wan smile from Duncan. 'None taken. You're not wrong though.' Jake Firesong was an unusual addition to the roster and not one he would have chosen; he had in fact been placed on the mission at Corvo's express order, no doubt to ensure a healthy dose of good old fashioned Galbadian discipline. In light of events so far, it was hard for Duncan to fault the reasoning. 'Good idea. Intel swept the area and got us a map of routine movements, but they've fucked up too often lately. Better to be safe than sorry.' As he was working his way through the most efficient way to canvas the city, a sharp voice spoke up behind him. 'Sir, the outer door has resealed; our contact will be here any second. I respectfully suggest that you stop brooding and brace up.' As annoying as it was to have his toes stepped on by his own adjutant, Duncan understood that Yoko was just doing her job. He muttered a slightly mean reply under his breath while turning back to the entrance, standing at attention. When the so-called contact waltzed into the room, Yoko couldn't stop a groan of despair... What kind of military organisation hired a child as a liaison? And in that get-up? It would have been less suspicious to walk around in full combat gear rather than... well, that. The adjutant braced herself for what promised to be a long evening. The only silver lining was Cromwell referring to her as Kein's wife; now there was a nice idea. A little chapel in Centra, a reception at Garden followed by a long honeymoon... It took considerable force of will to banish the dumb grin from her face and focus on the conversation before her. '... yes. That would be me. I believe you have seen my file, Ms Song? Unfortunately I can't say the same; we weren't given any information on you bar your name and appearance.' Duncan smiled apologetically. 'Most of the team is here, minus two. If you wouldn't mind introducing yourselves? Once everyone is settled we can move onto your debrief.'

ALFheim Online: Stuck in Limbo

Near the front of the raid stood two figures trading blows that hardly seemed to shake one another. The Undead Warrior would lunge at its enemy, only to see its strike deflected by a massive shield and suffer a counter attack that barely scraped its health bar. The tit for tat struggle would have lasted hours had a stray arrow not struck the monster from the side. Seeing her prey dissolve into glittering lights, the player gave a petulant sigh, disappointed that she hadn't scored a single kill so far. She was rather proud of how well she had held aggro, but with the sheer number of players in the raid it was near pointless; there were almost too many to kill. Deciding that even an assist was better than nothing, the girl slammed her overlarge shield into the ground to celebrate the kinda-victory before following the mass of bodies to the next room. She joined in the ragged cheer as the more experienced players outlined their plans, which were thankfully simple enough. These kind of dungeons didn't often have adds in the boss rooms though, so she was willing to admit to feeling a bit superfluous; even a fully specced tank couldn't hope to hold aggro against a raid boss alone. Perhaps that was the reasoning behind having many smaller groups though, to share the incoming damage between the highest number of targets..? Ah, the hell with it... Those in charge presumably knew what they were doing and she wasn't going to step on anyone's toes just yet, which led smoothly along to her next problem... finding a party. While she had been second-guessing people, half of the raid had organised itself. The diminutive tank wandered through the throng, trying to find a group lacking in heavy armour to attach herself to. Fortunately, opportunity called in the form of another tiny girl, this one hanging off some poor sod's shoulders... 'Hey midget! Sign me up.' She approached the girl and her unwilling steed with a game-winning grin. 'I like your style. Call me Da Loli... Or Fuyuko. Preferably Da Loli.' In spite of her bombastic introduction, Fuyuko paid close attention to the girl's equipment, determining that her build was most likely either DPS or off-tanking. In either case, she could be a good foil to Fuyuko's absolute tank style. She also noted a handful of others close by, including two males, one of whom looked suspiciously like he was trying to escape, and a lost looking girl. A two-hander, a one-hander and an archer; all DPS builds. Outstanding. 'And you three fine darlings, yaranaika?' Fuyuko gave them her best suggestive grin, fully aware that she had most likely scared them all off.

ALFheim Online: Stuck in Limbo

I need to post and will do so asap. Different time zones make it awkward.

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

My God, the Superbowl... It's hard to imagine it as anything other than a stereotypic American trope, but fair enough.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

For the sake of getting everyone together again, Meulemann and co will snipe the enemy commander on Sunday evening and I'll timeskip us on to everyone meeting up north of town. If you guys want to kill the commander before that and/or meet up, I'd get to posting.