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And yet the Turtle was undead and did the world from nuclear apocalypse, defend.

CIA: The RP

>Be Samuel L Jackson
'I have had it with these motherfucking turtles on this motherfucking plane!'
>Normal Everyday Life for Samuel L Jackson

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To go see Dolly the Sheep for a dirty little 'bleet'

What Is The Avatar Above Thinking?

'Hulk smash or WAAAAGH!, that is the question...'

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

Fuck it, riot and shiv.

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

So, at the risk of killing the lolz, anyone got any serious suggestions? Bearing in mind that Garden ideally wants to maintain a degree of plausible deniability.

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

Duncan was getting a bit worried as time rolled on and kept glancing nervously up the aisle whenever a new passenger boarded the train. Most of the team was here now, thank God, but he had yet to spot Hector. Admittedly, in his current... disguise, Foxy was unlikely to recognise him and might have slipped Duncan's eye, but nevertheless he ought to have been here by now. The arrival of Mei and Kein was a relief, but the third SeeD they had in tow was most certainly not expected. The cigarette fell from Duncan's slender fingers and he staggered over to the doorway in shock. 'Syrus..? Holy fuck boy, I thought you were-! Damn it's good to see you up.' All protocol or even logic forgotten, he leapt forward to gather the redhead up in a crushing bear hug, only to find that his currently female arms didn't fit all the way around. 'Since when did your chest get so broad..?' He gave Syrus a lascivious wink, no doubt adding to the poor boy's confusion. 'To clarify, Duncan. Big tits, but Duncan. Don't ask.' After a few moments playing the flirty foreigner, he stepped back and assumed some semblance of professionalism. 'Good of you guys to drop by. Spread out along the car for the moment and remember to get off when I do.' With that he walked back to his sentry point by the window, determined to spot their newest addition before he did something stupid.

Thankfully it didn't take long. Halfway through a second cigarette, Duncan noticed a trio of suspicious looking characters loitering on the platform, led by the one and only Foxy Bingo. His eyes narrowed suspiciously. The radio message had mentioned a support team so it was reasonable to conclude that Hector had brought backup, but he didn't recognise either of the women. He toyed with the idea of them being call-girls to act as cover, a not-uncharacteristic ploy for Foxy, but in the end took the gamble that they were at SeeDs. Probably not a good risk to take. 'Hey Foxy!', he called, hanging out of the open train door with a faux pouty face. 'I thought I was the only woman in your life...' Duncan made a point of squeezing his temporary breasts together with his arms, milking the unique situation for all it's comedic worth. Assuming Hector would catch on based purely on the use of that nickname was another gamble, but their window of opportunity was rapidly closing.

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It took time to get everyone situated and up to date (especially with his current abnormal femininity), but by the time the train pulled in at South Station DC, the team was aware of the important bits. Good thing too, as there was little time to socialise. Duncan led the way off the train and out of the station, walking a good few kilometres away before stopping to let the team regroup. As he was waiting for the first to catch up, he felt a queer sensation flutter in his chest... a sucking, draining sort of feeling... With the sneaking suspicious that he knew what was happening, Duncan dove into a bush and began shedding his tightening clothes, those borrowed from various female SeeDs. The change was over in a under a minute and when the others arrived, he was back to his normal self by the roadside, smoking a fat cigar with a renewed appreciation for the feeling of having a something dangling between his legs...

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Still need the RP sample in your CS, but I'd prefer the second option. Harald is kinda snowed under at the moment, so the Captain can handle it.
I'm unsure about the timeskip though, since a lot of people seem to want to socialise before the mission. What do you guys think, timeskip or talk for a while longer?

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Sergeant Harald, Gallian Militia

Growing up as a ward of what passed for Darktown's authorities, Harald had gotten used to the tasteless grey gruel that passed for communal meals. As soon as he had the means though, he began to explore more palatable options, with beef in red wine soon becoming a favourite. His personal quarters were only NCO quality, but that hadn't stopped him from setting up a makeshift oven in one corner. As the rest of the squad set about collecting ratpacks and loaves of bread from the stores, Harald instead took the time to prepare for himself some premium meals. With all the cutting and seasoning complete, he sat by the open window, smoking leisurely as he kept an eye on the stewing steaks. Eventually the calm silence was broken by a soft knock and a less than elegant entry of a small figure. The Sergeant stared blankly as she stuttered, marvelling at how Fina had managed to fall through a half open door. 'Uh... no need to apologise Private, just... take a seat.', he replied slowly, indicating a chair by his work desk. 'I'll be with you momentarily.' With a few swift movements, Harald finished and threw the cigarette, gave the pot an industrious stir and lowered the heat to simmer. After pouring two cups of strong tea, he sat down behind his desk and passed one drink over. 'I'll be honest, I wasn't informed of your transfer. We've had a lot of people coming and going since we arrived here... No injuries of course.' Not yet, he thought darkly. He paused for a long moment, looking the younger soldier up and down. She didn't strike him as particularly capable... But then again, neither did Jatmoore or even Stichler if he was honest... He tried to convince himself that he just didn't want to see any cute young women come to harm, but even that seemed a bit condescending. 'You missed the briefing so I guess the first order of business is to get you up to speed.' Digging through the paperwork on his desk, Harald eventually produced and handed over a set of maps. 'Vasel. Ever heard of it? Major transport hub. Militia's hitting it next week.' He went over the briefing as the Captain had before, adding in a few extras of his own. It was pretty handy to be able to lay it out like this; if nothing else, it allowed Harald the chance to triple check the plan and recheck the maps. '... and that's the long and short of it. First stop is La Haye Sainte and from there I'll pick a second target. Any questions?'

Unfortunately, she didn't have much time to answer. A minute after he finished outlining the operation, a polite knock heralded Harald's second visitor of the night. 'By all means, Corporal. Come in, have a cup of char.' Returning Stichler's salute with a half-hearted one of his own, Harald made his way back to the oven to stir the bubbling pot. 'Rare for me to have so many young ladies calling on me of an evening... not that I'm complaining.' His tone was relaxed and perhaps a bit playful. Ideally, he would like the entire squad to sit down and have a few drinks together before going out into he field again, if only to get to know one another. Hell, about the most personal thing he knew about any of his troops was that Sykora liked drawing. Or possibly writing, he hadn't had too close a look. He listened thoughtfully as the Corporal gave her apologies, stewing a new pot of tea. 'Stichler, it is your job as my second to keep order among the squad as I formulate plans and give orders. You did get a bit hot-headed out there today, but nevertheless you did your job as a corporal. Here. Mind your hand, it's hot.' After passing a fresh cup of tea to both girls, he sat back by the open window and began rolling another cigarette. 'Alright then; what did you want to discuss?'

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A few hours later, Harald was once again alone in his quarters. The beef had been cooked, dried and wrapped in linen, the vegetables were packed in sacks and he had made sure to fill a hip flask with the finest Imperial port he could find. Pretty bourgeois for a lowly Sergeant, but Harald was nothing if not resourceful. With all the work done, he sat down at his desk to eat a late dinner and finish the reports from today's training battle. Of course about halfway through his beef sandwich, the door slammed open. Massaging the shock from his chest, Harald glared daggers at the engineer. 'Fucking hell Carn, I nearly shit myself...' He knew he ought to do something about Carn's insubordinate attitude too, but something told him it would be pointless. Still, work came first... 'Sure sure... I trust you've done a good job, but I might as well take a look.' Stuffing the remaining sandwich in his mouth, Harald led the way out toward the garages.

Lieutenant Beirmann, Imperial Army

Walking slowly amongst the ruins of the Gallian defences, Marcus came across a wounded man fighting for breath. A lot of truths had changed in the Gallian's world this last hour, as dozens and then hundreds of his compatriots had fallen to an enemy that had no hope of defeating. Tanks had been torn in two, bunkers cracked like eggs and for all the lances and anti-tank guns has fired, not a single Imperial tank had fallen. Marcus found it all rather amusing, although he acknowledged that was the sneering imperialist in him talking. The wounded man didn't look particularly frightened of him, frightened of anything in fact. Instead he merely sat there in shock as his blood drained away, perhaps realising the implications of today's battle. If the Empire could take a heavily defended ridge with such ease, then...? Marcus didn't allow him to finish the thought, putting the Gallian out of his misery with a single shot to the head. A mercy, at least as far as the Lieutenant saw it. He made his way back to 655's camp.

'Ma'am. Siegfried performed beyond expectations; no lance nor shell could penetrate her and no foe could withstand the 120mm.' As field tests went, today was a resounding success. If he was in charge the entire Empire would begin mass-producing Siegfrieds tomorrow. Alas, such decisions were an order of magnitude above his pay grade and so Marcus instead settled down with the Major in her tent. He had brought along his crew too, to ensure that Mooringstar received every bit of feedback possible. 'Gentlemen, sit. Give the Major your opinions on Siegfried's systems.' And suggestions for improvement, he added mentally, although he knew that Sigismund at least would need little encouragement. Marcus kept his own opinions to himself, well aware that his role as commander was to coordinate the talents of his crew. About the only extra thing he wished the tank featured were leather seats...

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

For reference's sake, the bunkhouses are wooden buildings like in the game/anime. I'll assume that Fina knocked, then fell through the door while opening it.