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

Might come to that. We'll see.

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

I'd do a collab. It'd help give me some structure because frankly, I have no idea how to end this scene.

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

Sorry guys, too drunk to post tonight. Will do asap.

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

Anti-magic fields/devices/mcguffins stop all use of any magic, so all junctions and GFs will be suppressed. In the game, the characters still had their junctions, but for this RP I think that'd make things a bit too easy.

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

Alright then, I owe you guys a post. Hopefully I'll thrash it out tonight, otherwise it'll be tomorrow. Then we can all look forward to some nice, family-friendly torture scenes.
Yay!

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

And this is why I don't use GoogleDocs. When in doubt, notepad.

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

/looks
Just waiting on @Aerandir's post, then I'll wrap things up. Anyone who hasn't lost their fight, feel free to post again to do so. Duncan isn't even gonna get an epic fight scene, though maybe Kein will.

SAO: Living in Aincrad

Pyotr

Actually, the screaming kinda helped Pyotr to focus. She found it easier to think while cursing those cowards from the depths of her soul, slashing back and forth like a woman possessed. Nevertheless, she was way outnumbered... Her options were getting slim. Run away and risk being hounded down, or try to port back into the town? Could she port fast enough, given that she could barely hold the mobs off alone? With that thought came a fresh wave of rage and a new outpouring of curse words, along with the determination to keep it up. Luckily, reinforcements arrived very soon. 'Great flashy entrance, very nice and thank you and all, but can we just get the fuck outta here?' She booted another wolf away as if to emphasise the point. The two of them held out pretty well, scoring a dozen kills a piece at least, but it was endless. Naturally, it was that nutter Umichi who came up with a solution, albeit a suicidal one. Pyotr stared in exhausted bemusement as he began to run literal rings around the town, playing Ring-a-Ring-a-fucking-Rosies with the mobs. Now granted, it worked but... 'So, uh... Does he have a plan for when he runs outta steam? Just throwing it out there, y'know peer review kinda thing.'

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

Who, if anyone, are we waiting for?

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Sergeant Harald, Gallian Militia

'You're alright lass, don't worry.' The Sergeant tried to sound reassuring as he checked over Durandal's head wound, keenly aware that he had no damned idea how to treat it. He tried waving a can of ragnaid over it, just in case. 'Should have been wearing your helmet, Private.' He tapped his for emphasis. 'They can take a good hit, provided you're lucky.' Not that Durandal could be called lucky, after having a house collapse on her... But she seemed to have herself under reasonable control. He pulled up a chair and set in for a long night of watching her, making sure she didn't drift away into sleep. Seemed the best thing to do at the time.

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0635 1st April 1935 EC
La Haye Sainte

Fortunately, it had been a quiet night. Harald's greatest fear had been an Imperial counter-attack in the early hours as the rest of the squad slept, but the road remained mercifully empty. Flicking away the the umpteenth cigarette of the night, he leant over to check on Durandal once more. She had stopped replying an hour or so ago, but didn't look like she had lost conciousness or anything; in all likelihood she had just fallen asleep after what, for her at least, must have been a brutal ordeal of a day. Not many soldiers lose their entire squad and get drafted into another for a serious firefight in the same day. He lay the back of his hand across her brow, testing her temperature; more or less normal. The others wouldn't be up yet, not if they had any smarts. And that gave him time to prepare some brekkers.

An hour later, the first of them started to filter down into the wrecked kitchen, where Harald had commandeered the auger. 'Morning kids. I reckoned you could all do with a decent meal before we start work; hope you like beef.' Stocked full of fresh cut wood, the auger held two pans; one contained a thick looking stew complete with thickly cubed meat and vegetables, while the other was just hot water. 'Grab yourselves a mug; the owner left some tea and I'm sure they'd love to donate to the war effort.'

Private Alonso Bons, Gallian Militia

Why do I always get stuck with the meathead... Lack of sleep had worn away at Alonso's already frayed nerves, leaving him nervous and twitchy in the back of the APC as they trundled back off toward Le Haye Sainte. He tried not to look at the recruits they had picked up, unsure of how Carn had elicited their help. Maybe he didn't want to know. His gaze rested resolutely at foot level, praying the time passed quickly in the crisp morning air. It didn't. Eventually the silence proved too much and he ventured a peak at the four new soldiers. Another Darcsen... At least there were no foreigners this time. After a long second, he tried to start a conversation. 'So... You guys uh, you seen much action?'