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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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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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Sure. You can NPC him earlier on in the day having handed them over if you want.
A bit of conflict is always a good thing; it develops characters better than any number of bland conversations. I might have to start ranking JerichoxHeloise over GracelynxJericho for amount of sexual tension.
Duncan had to pull rank to get things organised, so a few bits of the plan were stripped. Still, anything that's relevant to what Heloise has to do is still useful.
Sorry... Reacting to the shitstorm in the briefing and maybe getting ready the next day would work?
Sipping at her ale from her spot under a tree, Pyotr watched the party carefully. Each seemed to split off on their own to attack their targets, taking on multiple boars at a time. There wasn't much of a sense of teamwork, although she would she would be the first to admit to hypocrisy on that note. One of the girls seemed to try tanking some mobs, which was good; assuming she could hold their aggro, the others would have a good opportunity to get some hits in... but instead they just... watched. Somehow that irritated Pyotr. The girl was filling one of three vital roles in any MMO; tank, DPS and healer, and yet the others all seemed content to DPS their own mobs without hitting hers. Weird. Admittedly SAO had torpedoed the traditional MMO role triad, but a tank still needed backup to survive. Suddenly she felt much less eager to join a party...
But just as she debating whether to leave or call out to them, the decision was made for her. One of them called out, a young woman. Pyotr signed quietly, again unsure of how to proceed. A part of her wanted to march right down there and ask why they weren't supporting one another, but at the same time this might be her only chance to make contacts. Bitchiness wasn't good for making friends, but well... they kinda needed to be told. To Hell with it, she thought. The worst they can do is ask me to leave. Pyotr put aside the possibility of them attacking her, hoping that social order hadn't collapsed that far on just the second day. 'Uh, hi there.', she started, making her way down to the group. 'Yeah, kinda alone. Just watching people, trying to uh...' She wracked her brain, trying to come up with some passive small talk. It wasn't working. 'Sorry, but I've gotta say this; your teamwork sucks.' Well, I've fucked my chances now, might as well go the whole way. 'I've been watching you guys fight, trying to see if there's any benefit to joining a party and with what I've seen, well... Do you guys ever support each other? You just seem to... run off on your own and ignore each other.' Behind the first girl, the other one still faced off with a pair of boars, holding them off with her sword. 'Case in point, why has no-one helped that poor girl?' She was tempted to run in and hit the boars herself, but after her less-than-friendly introduction, she was afraid someone might consider her a threat...
But just as she debating whether to leave or call out to them, the decision was made for her. One of them called out, a young woman. Pyotr signed quietly, again unsure of how to proceed. A part of her wanted to march right down there and ask why they weren't supporting one another, but at the same time this might be her only chance to make contacts. Bitchiness wasn't good for making friends, but well... they kinda needed to be told. To Hell with it, she thought. The worst they can do is ask me to leave. Pyotr put aside the possibility of them attacking her, hoping that social order hadn't collapsed that far on just the second day. 'Uh, hi there.', she started, making her way down to the group. 'Yeah, kinda alone. Just watching people, trying to uh...' She wracked her brain, trying to come up with some passive small talk. It wasn't working. 'Sorry, but I've gotta say this; your teamwork sucks.' Well, I've fucked my chances now, might as well go the whole way. 'I've been watching you guys fight, trying to see if there's any benefit to joining a party and with what I've seen, well... Do you guys ever support each other? You just seem to... run off on your own and ignore each other.' Behind the first girl, the other one still faced off with a pair of boars, holding them off with her sword. 'Case in point, why has no-one helped that poor girl?' She was tempted to run in and hit the boars herself, but after her less-than-friendly introduction, she was afraid someone might consider her a threat...
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Arrgh... so many posts to reply to...
I'll let those not currently assigned a role to pick their teams. By this point, those on assault duty will be wearing their Galbadian uniforms and everyone is making their way out into the city ahead of the parade.
I'll let those not currently assigned a role to pick their teams. By this point, those on assault duty will be wearing their Galbadian uniforms and everyone is making their way out into the city ahead of the parade.
Rachel's point was dark, but understandable. If he could help it, Duncan would rather have avoided civilian casualties, but either plan would result in collateral damage... Not for the first time did he wonder why the Faction insisted on this particular timing for the assassination; on the one hand, a public hit would be easy to turn into propaganda to legitimise the new government, on the other it would have been easier - and safer - to poison Deling and claim it was an illness. 'Beserking civilians is an option, I suppose. We need to avoid leaving any evidence behind so as not to give anyone grounds to suspect a professional hit. Magic shouldn't leave any notable effects on those effected, whereas the gas would be detectable by a doctor... or a coroner.' Duncan made a quick note on the plan before him, crossing out the gas grenades. Meanwhile Kein nodded sheepishly as Xerox corrected his mistake. 'I don't know the specifics, but Anacondaur venom is like a time-delay poison; might help. Can't promise it wouldn't be detected though...' He fell silent again at Xerox and Rachel debated using the sewer access; it sounded like an alright idea, if they could work a way to reach the generators from the undercarriage. 'But uh... I don't think we should be killing any of the guards before the riot starts.', he ventured. 'I mean, if they find a dead or unconscious guard inside the president's compound, won't they just call off the parade?'
As the debate continued, Duncan eyed up the others around the table. He didn't know the two women Hector had brought along and in all honesty, wasn't sure he could trust them. One left the room in annoyance, but not before insulting Jericho in passing. He gave her back a stern frown, already annoyed at the disruption the backup was causing; tensions were bound to run high on an op this important, but getting personal could lead to distractions in the field. Making a mental note to keep Jericho away from Hector's mini-harem, he turned his attention back to the others. 'Blueprints? Dunno, we haven't been provided any. Maybe our friends in the PSA might have some idea..?' One of the purple uniformed spooks raised his head and shrugged. 'I'll look, but don't get your hopes up, SeeD. Most of Deling's toys are custom built and only his personal guards have access to it. I'll try though.' As the man started furiously tapping away at his tablet, the other one spoke up. 'You could always just try getting close and shooting the generators. Shields don't stop people, only objects going over a certain speed. If one of you can sneak in when the riot starts and damage them, the President should be wide open.'
The idea hadn't occurred to Duncan and he was about to ask if anyone felt confident when a movement caught his eye. Before his mind could catch up with him, Duncan drew his holdout pistol and sighted down on the culprit. Taking a deep, calming breath, Duncan slowly holstered the weapon and gave the girl a long stare. 'Ms, I don't know what kind of operational security you were trained on and I would have been willing to listen to your input without the dramatics, but if you ever draw a weapon on one of our team again, I will ship you back to Balamb by hand! Am I understood?' It didn't matter that she hadn't tried to hit one of them, or even that she had such perfect aim, the principle of the matter was that SeeDs should not be doing such dangerous shit. His glare switched between Jericho and the girl as they talked back and forward, privately determining that they would both be punished for this lapse in professionalism. After a long moment of grumbling under his breath, he sparked up a cigarette (to the shock of his father) and turned to Hector. 'Normally I'd agree, but in this case a simple in and out won't cut it. If we don't get those generators down before we attack, Deling's bodyguards will have more than enough time to gun us down. We need to be able to move in, disable the guards from a range, then kill Deling in a manner that can be blamed on a mob; that means close combat.' The other two kept arguing over Duncan and Hector ans slowly his irritation reached boiling point. 'All right, that's fucking enough! You two shut the fuck up and stop arguing like kids. You, whatever your name is... If you can sneak and avoid suspicion, great. I have a use for you. Jericho, your idea works too. We'll go with both, so you two sit the fuck down.' Of course Jericho left the room with his own parting shot and Duncan could have fucking punched him at that moment...
The room was silent for a long moment as he reigned in his temper. After stubbing out his cigarette on a plate (to his father's horror), he again spoke, his tone tight and controlled. 'So. You then, knife girl. I apologise, but what is your name? Since the majority can't decide without pissing me off, I'll give the orders. You then, Heloise, if you can keep your knives to yourself for a moment, will be responsible for downing the generators just as the riot starts. As the crowds begin to move close to the float, you move in with them and use those knives.' He would be lying if he honestly believed that mere throwing knives could disable highly advanced computer systems, but long experience had taught him not to underestimate his fellow SeeDs. 'Get close, knock them out, then withdraw. On your signal, two small teams will hit the float. These teams will be wearing Galbadian uniforms, which I assume the Faction can provide? Good, thank you. Wearing Galbadian uniforms and carrying improvised weapons. They'll neutralise the bodyguards and Deling before exfiling back to here.' He took another deep breath, trying to rid himself of a deep sense of frustration. It would mean they would abandon the sabotage idea, but hopefully it would satisfy those who wished for simplicity... I hate playing politics, he thought gloomily. It shouldn't have been necessary to force a compromise between SeeDs of all people, but that was just part of meshing different training methods together, he supposed.
'Right then... are we all ok with this? Are we all happy? Are we going to have a hissy fit and start fucking crying?' His gaze swept the room, staring down anyone who showed a hint of rebellion. '... Good. The cook will provide you whatever you want and there are rooms upstairs to bunk in. I want everyone up at 0600 tomorrow to begin practice runs. Dismissed.' As the room emptied, one of the spooks approached him with a wide grin. 'While you kids were arguing, we pulled up those blueprints. Guess you don't need 'em now though.' Scowling at the agent's clear amusement, Duncan downloaded it anyway. Heloise would likely need it to find the best spot to hit.
The mood the next day was somewhat subdued at the team prepared to split up for the evening's mission. Duncan wanted to drag Jericho and Heloise aside for a moment to crack their heads together, but it would be counter-productive at this point. Once the mission was over, he could make them wash as many toilets as he wanted. For the moment, he needed them alert. As the others set off in ones and twos, Duncan called Hector and his quiet friend off to one side. 'I've got a job for you Foxy.' His furtive demeanour made it quite clear that he didn't want anyone overhearing them. 'The PSA isn't involved in this op, but they have a few plain-clothes teams scattered around the parade. I want the two of you to watch and, if necessary, eliminate them.' He paused for a moment to let that sink in. 'I know they're technically on our side, but the PSA is well known for doublecrossing the doublecrossers. If this ends up being a sting to flush out the Faction... Well, I don't want it to come to that. You up for it?'
As the debate continued, Duncan eyed up the others around the table. He didn't know the two women Hector had brought along and in all honesty, wasn't sure he could trust them. One left the room in annoyance, but not before insulting Jericho in passing. He gave her back a stern frown, already annoyed at the disruption the backup was causing; tensions were bound to run high on an op this important, but getting personal could lead to distractions in the field. Making a mental note to keep Jericho away from Hector's mini-harem, he turned his attention back to the others. 'Blueprints? Dunno, we haven't been provided any. Maybe our friends in the PSA might have some idea..?' One of the purple uniformed spooks raised his head and shrugged. 'I'll look, but don't get your hopes up, SeeD. Most of Deling's toys are custom built and only his personal guards have access to it. I'll try though.' As the man started furiously tapping away at his tablet, the other one spoke up. 'You could always just try getting close and shooting the generators. Shields don't stop people, only objects going over a certain speed. If one of you can sneak in when the riot starts and damage them, the President should be wide open.'
The idea hadn't occurred to Duncan and he was about to ask if anyone felt confident when a movement caught his eye. Before his mind could catch up with him, Duncan drew his holdout pistol and sighted down on the culprit. Taking a deep, calming breath, Duncan slowly holstered the weapon and gave the girl a long stare. 'Ms, I don't know what kind of operational security you were trained on and I would have been willing to listen to your input without the dramatics, but if you ever draw a weapon on one of our team again, I will ship you back to Balamb by hand! Am I understood?' It didn't matter that she hadn't tried to hit one of them, or even that she had such perfect aim, the principle of the matter was that SeeDs should not be doing such dangerous shit. His glare switched between Jericho and the girl as they talked back and forward, privately determining that they would both be punished for this lapse in professionalism. After a long moment of grumbling under his breath, he sparked up a cigarette (to the shock of his father) and turned to Hector. 'Normally I'd agree, but in this case a simple in and out won't cut it. If we don't get those generators down before we attack, Deling's bodyguards will have more than enough time to gun us down. We need to be able to move in, disable the guards from a range, then kill Deling in a manner that can be blamed on a mob; that means close combat.' The other two kept arguing over Duncan and Hector ans slowly his irritation reached boiling point. 'All right, that's fucking enough! You two shut the fuck up and stop arguing like kids. You, whatever your name is... If you can sneak and avoid suspicion, great. I have a use for you. Jericho, your idea works too. We'll go with both, so you two sit the fuck down.' Of course Jericho left the room with his own parting shot and Duncan could have fucking punched him at that moment...
The room was silent for a long moment as he reigned in his temper. After stubbing out his cigarette on a plate (to his father's horror), he again spoke, his tone tight and controlled. 'So. You then, knife girl. I apologise, but what is your name? Since the majority can't decide without pissing me off, I'll give the orders. You then, Heloise, if you can keep your knives to yourself for a moment, will be responsible for downing the generators just as the riot starts. As the crowds begin to move close to the float, you move in with them and use those knives.' He would be lying if he honestly believed that mere throwing knives could disable highly advanced computer systems, but long experience had taught him not to underestimate his fellow SeeDs. 'Get close, knock them out, then withdraw. On your signal, two small teams will hit the float. These teams will be wearing Galbadian uniforms, which I assume the Faction can provide? Good, thank you. Wearing Galbadian uniforms and carrying improvised weapons. They'll neutralise the bodyguards and Deling before exfiling back to here.' He took another deep breath, trying to rid himself of a deep sense of frustration. It would mean they would abandon the sabotage idea, but hopefully it would satisfy those who wished for simplicity... I hate playing politics, he thought gloomily. It shouldn't have been necessary to force a compromise between SeeDs of all people, but that was just part of meshing different training methods together, he supposed.
'Right then... are we all ok with this? Are we all happy? Are we going to have a hissy fit and start fucking crying?' His gaze swept the room, staring down anyone who showed a hint of rebellion. '... Good. The cook will provide you whatever you want and there are rooms upstairs to bunk in. I want everyone up at 0600 tomorrow to begin practice runs. Dismissed.' As the room emptied, one of the spooks approached him with a wide grin. 'While you kids were arguing, we pulled up those blueprints. Guess you don't need 'em now though.' Scowling at the agent's clear amusement, Duncan downloaded it anyway. Heloise would likely need it to find the best spot to hit.
The mood the next day was somewhat subdued at the team prepared to split up for the evening's mission. Duncan wanted to drag Jericho and Heloise aside for a moment to crack their heads together, but it would be counter-productive at this point. Once the mission was over, he could make them wash as many toilets as he wanted. For the moment, he needed them alert. As the others set off in ones and twos, Duncan called Hector and his quiet friend off to one side. 'I've got a job for you Foxy.' His furtive demeanour made it quite clear that he didn't want anyone overhearing them. 'The PSA isn't involved in this op, but they have a few plain-clothes teams scattered around the parade. I want the two of you to watch and, if necessary, eliminate them.' He paused for a moment to let that sink in. 'I know they're technically on our side, but the PSA is well known for doublecrossing the doublecrossers. If this ends up being a sting to flush out the Faction... Well, I don't want it to come to that. You up for it?'
Ashifili, done.
Charter, very nice. I like the detail in the physiology section especially. The Vannertal are accepted and I'll place them in a new species section soon.
Charter, very nice. I like the detail in the physiology section especially. The Vannertal are accepted and I'll place them in a new species section soon.
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