I see tension; whether it is sexual or not depends on how your ship sails...
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Posrage will be up soon, please bear with me.
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It's exam season, boys and girls, so postage should be up over the weekend. If you don't hear from me by Monday, honour my memory.
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11 yrs ago
Me Mam always told me I was special.
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Well then. I'm exceedingly British, rather sarcastic and I love a good shipfest in my RPs. Also male. Funny, that. Fair warning, I will treat you like an adult. That means I will mock you, point out your mistakes and most likely /cringe when you do something really autistic. Being an adult means accepting criticism and working to improve yourself, not ignoring it. And if I need calling out on my bullshit, just do it. Please. Nothing is worse than not realising that you've said or done something stupid til a week after the fact.
I currently live in Japan, so my posting hours are... weird. Please bear with me.
I currently live in Japan, so my posting hours are... weird. Please bear with me.
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I'd say thread in with Ogo's last post.
I knew you'd say that. I knew it.
Lol , recap please?
Basically, the Major has finally fallen, but at the cost of one dead and three injured.
Also, Eika raped Duncan's face.
And done. Poor Wiggs.
Once most people have posted, we'll scatter and reconvene at the base some hours later.
Once most people have posted, we'll scatter and reconvene at the base some hours later.
Despite all the hits he had taken, the implants cutting out one by one and the blood lost from a dozen wounds, Wiggs was still on his feet. The man's a fucking machine, Duncan thought incredulously. How in the Hell are we supposed to knock that out? He had no reply to Jericho's question, Hell he had kind of been banking on Xerox figuring something out... Duncan tensed, torn over whether the objective was worth the losses and considering giving the order to just kill the bastard; it would have been so much bloody easier... it was all he could do to slow the Major, firing a shot here and there to knock him off guard or make him flinch; Duncan was focussing so hard that he didn't a new another presence beside him until it was far, far too late. A wall of chilled air swept though the corridor from Jericho's spell and Duncan shook the frost off and - suddenly warmth. Heat, the familiar feeling of magic flowing from his body and the less familiar feeling of softness on his lips...
What. The. Fuck? Duncan's mind went totally blank as his already frantic thoughts completely disintegrated. Was that Eika..? But she- coma? In Balamb... Even after the girl moved on to cast her magic, Duncan stood transfixed, gaping after her like a fish out of water. The realisation came like a bucket of cold water. Did she just fucking kiss me!? More than that, he realised. Some of his junctioned magic had been drained away, enough for him to feel physically weaker; with that many support spells you could make cripple dance the cancan. Was she still injured..? A voice tugged at Duncan's ear, just loud enough for him to pay attention. It was Xerox. 'T... thunder you say?' After a few false starts, he was able to aim his weapon once more, if more by instinct than anything else. His concious mind was gone, well away with the fairies by now; three of his team were likely dead, one he had never expected to return had fucking kissed him and now he was taking orders from his subordinate..? Confusion muddled his thoughts into a malaise and instinct took over. He aimed and fired the spell.
The traitors... had rallied. He didn't understand how they could fight so much better, harder after the fight had dragged on so long. Surely they should have become demoralised as Wiggs tore through their comrades? Surely the deaths of three traitors would have frightened them? It normally worked like that; kill one or two and the rest run away. But these... these traitors were different... Tougher, smarter. And they had figured out his weakness at last. Arnholt could feel the power leaving his body as implant after implant shorted out; at first it was just the weapons and armour, but then his muscles stared dying and his retinal enhancements. Now after a dozen lightning strikes, Wiggs could feel his third and fourth hearts shutting down, drowsiness slowly overtaking him. He could fight it, so long as they implants kept rebooting, but even he couldn't keep this up for- another bolt hit him, this time dead centre mass, the magical electricity arcing right though him to destroy his most vital implants. And suddenly, it was as though the fog had been lifted from his eyes. For the first time in years, Arnholt looked at what he had become... and screamed. The next bolt went through his true heart, knocking him to the floor and cutting his conciousness.
No-one moved for a long moment after Wiggs fell, every weapon trained on the unmoving hulk, perhaps unwilling to believe that it had ended so suddenly. Eventually Duncan broke the silence. 'Ex... traction team, so uh... you Xerox. Take him back. Load up the wounded and... the dead too. Kein's a healer, he'll keep them going.' His voice grew slowly stronger as he spoke, as if giving orders were slowly restoring his confused mind. 'The rest of you, search the area; anything of value, nick it. And Jake, do your thing, the office is yours.' He studiously avoided looking Eika in the eye, unsure of how to approach that particular situation... Instead he kept himself busy rifling though paperwork, not paying enough attention to realise that it was just a a visitor's book...
What. The. Fuck? Duncan's mind went totally blank as his already frantic thoughts completely disintegrated. Was that Eika..? But she- coma? In Balamb... Even after the girl moved on to cast her magic, Duncan stood transfixed, gaping after her like a fish out of water. The realisation came like a bucket of cold water. Did she just fucking kiss me!? More than that, he realised. Some of his junctioned magic had been drained away, enough for him to feel physically weaker; with that many support spells you could make cripple dance the cancan. Was she still injured..? A voice tugged at Duncan's ear, just loud enough for him to pay attention. It was Xerox. 'T... thunder you say?' After a few false starts, he was able to aim his weapon once more, if more by instinct than anything else. His concious mind was gone, well away with the fairies by now; three of his team were likely dead, one he had never expected to return had fucking kissed him and now he was taking orders from his subordinate..? Confusion muddled his thoughts into a malaise and instinct took over. He aimed and fired the spell.
The traitors... had rallied. He didn't understand how they could fight so much better, harder after the fight had dragged on so long. Surely they should have become demoralised as Wiggs tore through their comrades? Surely the deaths of three traitors would have frightened them? It normally worked like that; kill one or two and the rest run away. But these... these traitors were different... Tougher, smarter. And they had figured out his weakness at last. Arnholt could feel the power leaving his body as implant after implant shorted out; at first it was just the weapons and armour, but then his muscles stared dying and his retinal enhancements. Now after a dozen lightning strikes, Wiggs could feel his third and fourth hearts shutting down, drowsiness slowly overtaking him. He could fight it, so long as they implants kept rebooting, but even he couldn't keep this up for- another bolt hit him, this time dead centre mass, the magical electricity arcing right though him to destroy his most vital implants. And suddenly, it was as though the fog had been lifted from his eyes. For the first time in years, Arnholt looked at what he had become... and screamed. The next bolt went through his true heart, knocking him to the floor and cutting his conciousness.
No-one moved for a long moment after Wiggs fell, every weapon trained on the unmoving hulk, perhaps unwilling to believe that it had ended so suddenly. Eventually Duncan broke the silence. 'Ex... traction team, so uh... you Xerox. Take him back. Load up the wounded and... the dead too. Kein's a healer, he'll keep them going.' His voice grew slowly stronger as he spoke, as if giving orders were slowly restoring his confused mind. 'The rest of you, search the area; anything of value, nick it. And Jake, do your thing, the office is yours.' He studiously avoided looking Eika in the eye, unsure of how to approach that particular situation... Instead he kept himself busy rifling though paperwork, not paying enough attention to realise that it was just a a visitor's book...
The wireless crackled quietly. 'Stay down guys, just... stay... down...' Laying on his own a good fifty metres from the advancing tank, Bons silently swore. This wasn't the fucking plan, no lancer should be cut off like this. Damn Meyers and and all damned snipers... At least he had his rifle; it had meant another couple of kilos weight, but it had proven to be a worthwhile investment. 'They're closing to optimal range, Sarge.', he whispered into the radio, sighting down the irons on his lance. It was laying over one shoulder and hidden by a small patch of grass but he knew the camouflage wouldn't last. Squad Six had some damn good men, Hell even their shocktroopers had a keen eye. Their window window of opportunity was closing fast, so Bons lined up his lance on the target, taking care to aim just slightly above his intended mark... Sergeant Harald's voice whispered through the radio once more, this time bracing them for action.'Lances, get ready... Fire on three. Three, two, one - fire!' The chalk warhead shot from Bons' lance a heartbeat later, arcing down onto the target vehicle... but missed. He had misjudged the tank's speed and the shot sailed harmlessly a foot in front of the turret. He cursed, loudly this time as he struggled to reload; unfortunately he had been spotted.
'Shit...' From his position on the MG, Harald winced in sympathy as Squad Six opened up on the lone lancer's position, peppering the area with chalk. there was no way to know if Bons had been hit, but it did give the rest of the squad an opening. 'Fire at will, break 'em up! Meyers, cover Bons, and Bons, fire another shot to keep their attention. Stichler's team, focus on the tank. Everyone else, continue as planned; hit 'em and scatter.' There was still no sign of the other enemy infantry, though Harald had a sneaking suspicion that they were in reserve on the edge of the field... If so, they would be in an ideal position to cut the squad off as they dragged the enemy into his firing arc; of course that would leave them out in the open before him too...
'Shit...' From his position on the MG, Harald winced in sympathy as Squad Six opened up on the lone lancer's position, peppering the area with chalk. there was no way to know if Bons had been hit, but it did give the rest of the squad an opening. 'Fire at will, break 'em up! Meyers, cover Bons, and Bons, fire another shot to keep their attention. Stichler's team, focus on the tank. Everyone else, continue as planned; hit 'em and scatter.' There was still no sign of the other enemy infantry, though Harald had a sneaking suspicion that they were in reserve on the edge of the field... If so, they would be in an ideal position to cut the squad off as they dragged the enemy into his firing arc; of course that would leave them out in the open before him too...
Shyte, I completely forgot...
The first shot will be fired tonight.
Fabricant and Obito haven't come on in a while... I'll give them till the two week mark before retiring them; hopefully they'll come back before that /totallysubtlehint
In any event, the Wiggs boss battle ends tonight.
In any event, the Wiggs boss battle ends tonight.
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