Lennon79

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

I'll wait for Kissu's post and hopefully Spectral's, but otherwise we'll move on soon.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

^wut

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Evan's enthusiasm was a bit too strong for Alonso and he found himself leaning ever so slightly backward to escape spitting range. The older man was right though, he knew; the Imperials hadn't pulled their punches in Rinneheim and there was no reason to believe they would start now. Gallia was the underdog in this pit and her soldiers had better start getting used to it. 'I'll take that point. Hell, I guess we did take down a proper tank without lancing it; that can't happen often.' Alonso's eyebrows raised slowly at Evan's reply about the tank. He had known that the tank had been taken out by an IED, but hadn't been told who was responsible. He glowered as Evan explained, already suspicious of their new engineer. 'Glaive, wasn't it? I dunno man, there's something wrong about that broad. You seen that gun she's got, the pistol? Looks like an Imp gun to me.' Alonso leaned forward, muttering darkly. 'She don't sound local neither. Now I don't wanna be yelling spy, but something don't add up.' The malice in his eyes made it clear what he would want to do if Glaive did turn out to be an Imperial agent. No quarter for traitors or spies, burn the fuckers alive.

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Dammit, did I spook her? Shouldn't have come out so sudden, should have... With Sykora looking like a deer caught in the headlights, Harald's mind raced as he tried to come up with a way to calm her. Without any real knowledge of the girl, it wasn't gonna be easy. 'At ease Brenna, we're off duty now. Please, just call me Harald.' He sparked up a new cigarette in as calm a manner as he could muster, giving Brenna an encouraging smile as she finally replied. 'That to- Rinneheim? Really?' His eyes narrowed as he studied her features, trying to place it among the myriad faces he had committed to memory as a police officer. They hadn't met, he decided, at least not as officer and criminal. The up-class (or at least non-Darcsen) bakeries of the town had been pretty much off-limits to him even in uniform, so chances were that they had never crossed paths before. 'I guess it makes sense that there would be a few other locals in the company. You might recognise me; I was a constable in the GPC? Only darkhair on the force?' He tried to lighten the situation up with a little self-deprecating humour, but he had no idea how she would take it. If Brenna had been a part of Rinneheim's less tolerant strata...

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

We had a dummy firing Panzerfaust back when I did WWII reenactment. The end fired off a good twenty metres and had a built-in gas grenade; hell of a toy. We haven't seen Paladin in some time, have we...

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

Either tomorrow or Tuesday, the Major's just gonna kick the door down and start shooting. Fair warning.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Also Caliban, sure. Since it's a one-shot kinda deal, let's make it a small Panzerfaust style lance. One shot disposable. Might even work that in IC so there's an emergency supply of them in the APC... /shrug We'll see.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

We won't be moving on for a while, so any character who fancies a chat can have a chat.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

The average performance of the squad was pretty good, most got at least one kill. But their teamwork... It was chilly outside, the last gasp of winter slowly giving way to spring's warmth. Still cold enough for Harald to see his breath crystalise in the air before him, although granted, that may just be the cigarette's fault. He had gone over the reports from the day's mock battle, faithfully recorded by a dozen marshals dotted around the field and he wasn't sure that he liked what he saw. Annoyingly, there had been a plan, one he had taken the time to explain to his troops before the exercise began; regardless of whether they simply forgot their parts in the excitement or didn't give a damn in the first place, it didn't bode well for the future. The next day's work would need to emphasise teamwork and basic unit cohesion... And Carn could learn to drive that damn APC properly while they were at it... Presently, Harald became aware of another presence outside the barrack halls, of soft breathing just around the next corner. He tiptoed over to the edge of the wall, unsure of why he was being so stealthy and found Sykora messing with a notebook. An artist perhaps? Or a writer? Harald would be the first to admit to being a philistine and had trouble reading at the best of times, but nevertheless he held a certain respect for people with such talent. Melancholic wistfulness perhaps, or just benign jealousy? It didn't matter. After a few moments of silent observation, Sykora suddenly stood. Panicking that he had disturbed or upset her, Harald pulled himself back around the corner hurriedly. The long silence that followed only grew heavier as Sykora stood staring at where he had been and in the end, Harald felt sufficiently guilty that he strolled around the corner with a nonchalant air, trying his damnest to pass it off as coincidence. 'Evening PFC. Getting some air?' He took a long drag from his dying cigarette and stubbed it out into a nearby dustbin. 'Never really had a chance to talk to you, Sykora. Mind if I ask where you're from?'

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Alonso's quiet coffee break came to an abrupt end as the squad's wall of a mechanic plopped down opposite. He wasn't in a great mood, but Alonso tried his best anyway. 'Hey. Pretty bad to be honest. A sniper got me before I even saw them coming; barely got out of the flag area.' His expression made it very clear what he thought about that. 'It ain't fair, they shouldn't be able to do that. And why were we, understrength, matched up with a full squad with a damn tank?' He could accept that the exercise was meant to simulate a real battle and those were never fair, but the weakness of Squad Four irked him. It wasn't the people, it wasn't the equipment... it wasn't even the darkhair, as much as Alonso would love to blame it on him. The unusually large number of non-Gallian nationals might have played a part though; one of the guys was a Fed and he was damn sure that two of the others were Imps in disguise. Fucking foreigners... 'I dunno, maybe tomorrow will be better. What about you? Heard you went one on one with that tank.'

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Things didn't go well, post will be tomorrow. ... well, today. Ish.

Living in Aincrad: a SAO RP

Ah. Shet. Didn't know mobs had to be approved, sorry about that.