Lennon79

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

No worries mate. Enjoy yourself.
Srsly. I did. It's amazing how much fun you can have with a dead camel spider.

SAO: Living in Aincrad

Pyotr

Ordinarily Pyotr would have jumped at the chance to evade danger so handily, but something about Suki's 'leave me and save yourself' attitude irked her. 'What, and leave you to be the holier-than-thou sacrifice? Fuck that, I ain't leaving you to die. I won't give you the satisfaction.' Actually it was just a fig leaf to cover her wounded pride, but the action was there was there even if the thought wasn't. 'I'm not budging 'til you budge.' And so she continued hammering away at the Stone alongside Suki, syncing their attacks to the best of her ability. God only knew if they were making a dent, but it was better than running away.

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

Short post is short. We'll have some simple fear-mongering conversation for a while before the thumbscrews come out.

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

Thank God they seemed alright... well, relatively. 'F-fucked if I know.Army base maybe, or a prison?' Not that there was any way of telling. The room was little more than a set of racks arranged in a tight circle, with a door on one side. By the door stood a rather ominous looking podium... From his position across the room, Duncan couldn't see what manner of controls it held, but he could guess. He managed a weak smile in response to Jericho's ribbing, bypassing the optimistic statement for what it was. 'Hell, if we get outta here I'll buy the bottle. Drinks on me, Balamb Seafront Ba-' He cut himself off with a violent coughing fit, flecking the steel floor with droplets of blood. 'Shiiiit... that ain't good...' As the others slowly began to rouse from unconsciousness, Duncan took a long look at each of them, noting one oddity and two conspicuous absences. 'Wait... Who the hell are you..?' Somehow another woman had been mixed in with their group, a tall, willowy one at that. He noticed the scar across her face and that rung a bell somewhere in the back of his mind. 'Haven't I seen you before? SeeD?' He chose to focus on her for the moment, unwilling to acknowledge the equally chilling and hopeful fact that Kein and Gracelyn were nowhere to be found. The others were discussing escape options, but it seemed that none had yet noticed.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

I'd post but...
_{It's mah birthday}

@Slypheed

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

For some perspective, they have been tortured a wee bit since coming to prison. They just might not remember it all that well sue to having been, y'know... tortured.
Also, y'all perverts. I like it.
I'll try to post tomorrow night.

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

That's one monster of a post.
Good effort.

SAO: Living in Aincrad

Pyotr

All things considered, it was almost an anti-climax to be ported back to the centre of town. The spear guy had come just in time to save her bacon and perhaps he deserved a bit of recognition for that, but he ran off before Pyotr could lay on some gratitude. Fair enough, she might as well deal with that later. She also noted the appearance of another one of their party, the ever elusive Yui. Never had much chance to talk to her, she mused. Not for lack of trying of course, but the opportunity never came... It occurred to her that there were more pressing matters to attend to. With Yui and Spear-guy helping around the town and Umichi playing Sonic the Hedgehog, the most use she could be was, regrettably, helping Suki with that stone. She set off, trying to compartmentalise her ambivalent feelings toward the girl and the desire not to see her die. Pyotr charged in to swat a mob about to pounce on Suki's back, then joined in with bashing the stone in a rhythmic miner's style. 'Sorry -clang- for being late, -clang- got a bit side-clang-ed.'

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

I was tempted to put some llama geoglyphs in, but resisted.

Maps and reference pictures will all be put into the second OOC first CHAR post under the CSs.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Private Alonso Bons, Gallian Militia

Of course, it would be the Darcsen that answered first. It galled him that she had been accepted into the Army when he hadn't met the cut, but Alonso kept that little titbit to himself. Darcsen or no, at least she was Gallian. Better than some. The next woman echoed his unspoken sentiment, albeit with a bit more distaste than he would have used. Her other comment confused him though. 'Other action...? What, border guarding or something?' Alonso's confusion was rooted in his utter lack of experience, more so because his parents had been violently traditionalist and homophobic. The idea of a woman bragging about sexual conquests? Blasphemy. As he was trying to figure out the hidden meaning, the others chimed in. The lancer spoke his language at least. 'You should'a been there last night then. We near enough got wiped by a tank.' Despite the terror of the experience, he couldn't help but feel a flash of pride for delivering the killing blow. 'I got the bastard though, just about.'

Alonso sat back to chug some water as the fourth and final recruit said his piece. Once again the innuendo went well over his head, but something he said sounded off. 'Wait, first part of the war..? It only started two weeks ago! Must have been a light wound then.' He squinted at the Shocktrooper, wondering if maybe he had simply grazed his arm rather than actually get hurt. Unfortunately the meathead interrupted their conversation before he could ask any awkward questions. 'Yeah, yeah...' Once they switched around and got on the move once more, he tried to tune out the booming voice behind him. Didn't really work. Hell, when Carn went into full Sergeant Gusto mode, Alonso jolted the steering wheel in shock. 'Calm down, you old cunt...', he growled under his voice. 'At least try to be quiet.' Technically they were still in unsecured territory. Never knew when another Imp patrol might find them. Carn's 'encouragement' didn't help either and truth be told, he wanted to run into every damn pothole he could find, just to spite the bastard...

An hour later they trundled into the village of Le Haye Sainte, a veritable wreck of a place. Half the buildings were damaged or destroyed and smack bang in the middle of the road stood a wrecked tank. A pillar of smock rose from one of the farmhouses, in fact the only one left standing. 'End of the road guys. Squad's probably in there, rock up and follow...' Carn had already bounded off the APC and his characteristic voice boomed from inside the house. '... Valk's sake. Just go in there.'

Sergeant Harald, Gallian Militia

Having made damn sure that everyone had gotten a decent cup of stew, Harald was finally pouring his own portion when the door suddenly exploded inward. 'Fucking hell Carn, learn how to knock man!' What was left of his lunch dripped sadly from his upturned tankard and he sighed a deep, resigned sigh. 'Yes, yes, thank you very much Carn. Take Bons and Glaive and start laying those mines. Remember the briefing? East and west roads, about ten per side.' When he had finally gotten rid of the nuisance, he turned to his newly acquired squad members. 'Well, good morning and welcome to Squad Four. I'll be frank, I don't know how he managed to get so many of you. What did he do, just kidnap you or something?' He leant back against the kitchen sink, sipping a cup of tea with a bemused, if tired smile. 'As PFC Carn mentioned, I am Sergeant Harald, your new squad leader. Squad Four has no officer, don't ask, don't know why. I've had to pick up the slack, so I'll be relying on you all. I look forward to working with you.' Giving a little bow, Harald couldn't help but notice the high percentage of women in this new cohort... Not that it was anything new to the squad, Hell, half of the men had quit or been transferred already. Maybe the Captain's just an old lech, he thought amiably.