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Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Once everyone's wrapped up what they're doing, we'll move on.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Alonso relented little in the face of Evan's scepticism, unwilling to let go of his deep-rooted suspicions. Imperials were all backstabbing murderers; it had been hard enough to accept that his commanding officer was one even after the old man had proven his loyalties. How was anyone supposed to trust a dirty Imp, even a suspected one like Glaive, without some proof of their sincerity? Evan just couldn't see the facts and Alonso suspected the others would be the same... 'Joke all you like, but Imps are the enemy and I'll treat them like it.' The older soldier tried to laugh it off, but pulled short when the potential Imp herself made her presence known. Alonso leaned back into the sofa, subjecting her a deeply suspicious glare as he tried to spot any hint of betrayal in her eyes. Glaive wasn't impressed though and the sharp look in her eye looked more like indignation than fear... Still not enough proof though; he would be ready if she tried to put a knife in anyone's back. Another voice broke him out of his reverie and Alonso realised that he had been staring at the woman for some time. 'I, uh... I have a sour face.' He tried to lighten up, for their sakes more than his own. 'I didn't get much chance to do anything today. Fucking snipers.' Draining away the last of his coffee with a conflicted expression, Alonso soon excused himself and retired to his bunk. It was hard, being surrounded by so many strange people... Almost like none of them knew right from wrong, friend from foe. The boy rolled over and tried to put it out of his mind.

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Perhaps Harald had been overoptimistic when expecting a deeper reply from Brenna, but he was beginning to understand why she hadn't introduced herself to the squad earlier. He was alright with reclusives, at times finding their company quite relaxing, but Harald wasn't sure if Brenna's anti-social nature would last in their new environment; the squad's shared facilities were all communal. With only two bunk rooms, one male and one female, she wouldn't be able to stay isolated forever. But that was a problem for another day, he decided. He had done enough to unnerve the girl tonight. 'Well... One day we'll go back there. Maybe I'll have enough from my militia wages to buy a house. One day.' He paused for a long moment, peering aimlessly up into the night sky, remembering simpler times, the vibrant Darktown nightlife and long beat patrols in the early hours. '... I think I'll have an early night. You shouldn't stay up too late either; tomorrow's training is a step up from today. Night'o, Sykora.' With that, Harald flashed a warm smile before heading back into the barracks, and bed.

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Welcome aboard obito but uh... why mark the IC?

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

Gunfire. Screaming. Explosions. Fires raging in the night. A village torched, a den of traitorous snakes purged from the glorious Galbadian Fatherland. His Excellency the President would be pleased and Wiggs was always happiest when Deling smiled. The implants hurt less. More gunfire, another scream. The sickly smell of blood brought Major Arnholt Wiggs screaming back to the present, back to the small box room that served as his office and his prison. They were close now, so close he could taste the traitors beyond the office door. They lurked in the shadows, waiting to strike out at His Excellency but Arnholt was always there, always waiting, always ready. The garrison had failed, were probably all dead now. It didn't matter. They didn't matter. All that mattered were the traitors about to kick down his door and President Deling's last order. 'Root out and destroy all traitors in Timber. Leave none alive.' It was time to carry out His Excellency's order. Maybe then... maybe the implants would hurt less. Major Wiggs reached the door in two heavy strides, raising one massive armoured boot before him.

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Silence reigned for a time after the SeeDs dispatched the last remaining soldier and prepared to breach the Major's office. Duncan's concerned voice broke through into their communicators. 'Sitrep guys, how are we doing? I've got thermals on one figure in the office, it's gotta be the M-' In an instant of fire and confusion, the door exploded outward, flinging shards of flaming wood toward the team. An unnaturally large shape shot from the opening, moving faster than any human should be capable of. Before the other SeeDs could react, it grabbed one of the support team by the throat, yanking the dumbstruck young woman into the air. The figure whipped around like a hurricane, tearing flesh and breaking bones by sheer force, and threw the lifeless corpse back toward the rest of the team. As the dust settled, the hulking form of Major Wiggs became visible. He was large, fully a head taller than the tallest man and built like a bear. Freakishly large muscles rippled beneath a tight-fitting Galbadian uniform and he was bedecked in the latest infantryman's armour. The beast took a heavy step back, bracing himself and unloaded with his gauntlet's built in machine guns, raking back and forth across the tight corridor. Killing Wiggs would have been a nightmare at the best of times, but taking him alive would take every trick in SeeD's arsenal.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Which will most likely be either late tonight or tomorrow. Yeah. Gonna be tomorrow.

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

Fabricant, accepted. I'll add her to the roster when I get home and we'll figure out a way to thread her in. Welcome aboard.

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

Gotta love dem new features; we've got tags now too. Fingers crossed I'll get a post up late tonight. Since Spectral's been away for a few days we'll have Freya play along with things in the background while the Major does his nut.

Final Fantasy VIII: Tempus Veneficarum [Always Recruiting]

Yep, always looking for moar SeeDs.

Final Fantasy VIII: Tempus Veneficarum [Always Recruiting]

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