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

Hopefully I'll get a post up tomorrow.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

I would like to inform everyone that katakana also a shit.
Also, will post soonish I hope.

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

Go naked.
You know you want to.

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

'What do we do? Uh... we could go on hunger strike?' Duncan had never been particularly good at resisting interrogation. Pain was one thing, but the fatigue and stress weighed on him far too much. Dark humour was his only relief and somehow Heloise snapping at him made him smile. 'Oh, I'd love to shove it. It can go right up my arse and we'd be the best of friends... Dunno what 'it' is though.' Luckily the others seemed to be in a better mental state than he and began to bounce ideas back and forth. For his part, Duncan was sure that these cells were being monitored, so any plan they discussed would be shot down immediately; after all, its what he would have done. 'Let's see... Overpower a guard, steal the keys, then... what? Break out? Fight our way through a small army of prison guards with stolen weapons and no junctions?' SeeD or no, there was only so far you could push your body without magic. With the implied anti-magic field in place, any attempt to escape was doomed to fail, if only by attrition. He was about to elaborate on the point when he heard footsteps outside the cell.

Listening closely, he could identify three, possibly four sets. They were talking quietly, grumbling perhaps... He drank in every piece of information, knowing that even the most trivial thing could be useful later. Finally the door swung open and four Galbadian soldiers edged in, clearly scared out of their wits. 'A-alright... You guys take that side, we'll take this one.' For a long moment Duncan wondered if they were going to shoot them in their cells, until a plate of mixed rice was slid not unkindly under his cell door. He stood, painfully, to look the soldiers in the eye, noting their damaged uniforms and timid mannerisms. They clearly didn't want to be here. Maybe he could use that... 'Hey, soldier boy... Got any fags? I'm dying for a cigarette...' The nearest soldier jumped near out of his skin, fumbling to draw his sword. 'Don't worry, I'm no threat... I just need nicotine.' He did he damnedest to put on a reasonable face, mentally begging the others to do the same. Getting the wardens on their side could be a ticket out of here, especially given how badly mistreated the poor fucks looked. 'You sir, what's your name?' Duncan nodded to the first soldier, the only one to speak so far. After a furious round of whispering with his fellows, the man produced a cigarette, lit it and passed it through the bars. '... Sergeant Fresno, Galbadian Army. Y-you guys are the SeeDs, right? The ones who whacked the Prez?' Curiously, he didn't seem particularly upset about that. Duncan could practically smell the opportunity.

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

Right then. Sorry for my inactivity guys, work and uni have been literally killing me. In the interests of keeping things fresh and moving, I'm going to introduce a few new characters who will be more important as this arc goes on. If anyone wants to adopt them, give me a PM.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Sergeant Harald, Gallian Militia

A dozen concerns ran through Harald's mind as he checked over Sykora's unconscious form. Her pupils were dilating properly, heartbeat was alright... Unfortunately his rudimentary medical training didn't go much further than that. Not for the first time did he curse the lack of a trained medic on the team. His brow furrowed as he agonised over what to do if they didn't awaken. However the sound of rustling sheets from behind was a hopeful sign and he turned to find a dazed-looking Jatmoore rising from the bed. 'Good morning, Private. You're a sight for sore eyes. We're still at Le Haye Sainte, although we'll be pushing on tonight.' He paused uncertainly as Lilly's expression fell, then quickly averted his eyes as the girl turned about. Who the hell stripped her off..? Hunt..? No, surely not... Regardless of who the culprit was, Harald was sure that it had been done with the best of intentions. Still, putting a near naked young woman before a lonely man was a dick move if ever there was one. He focussed furiously on a knot in the wooden wall, determined not to try sneaking a peak. But by the Valks, was it hard... Once the rustling of clothes had been replaced with the clanking of armour and boots, he ventured a look back over his shoulder, just in time to see Lilly descend the staircase to the kitchen. '... take it easy now. And eat some stew.', he added after some thought.

'Well...' Harald gave Skye an awkward smile. 'That was... entertaining.' He looked down at Brenna, suddenly keenly aware that someone had stripped her too... and that her eyes were wide open. 'Whoa, whoa there... Just sit back, Sykora. You're safe.' Another set of footsteps came down the stairs and Harald turned to give Glaive a morning wave. 'Could you keep an eye on Jatmoore? Think she still needs watching for a while.' Once she had left, Harald turned his attention back to the stricken soldier before him. Brenna had been sweating profusely, most likely all night. He still didn't know what her injuries had been, but Harald theorised that it had been some kind of head injury. There was a lot of that going around. 'Just take it easy, no rush to get up. And uh...' He paused, looking away awkwardly. 'Might want to keep yourself covered.' Whoever had stripped the girls had done a very thorough job of it. He hoped that it had been Celeste, for decency's sake.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

I'm just posting now. Slyph, feel free to stumble on a random Imp patrol or landmine. Once we've had a few more rounds of posting, we'll move on.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

I'm looking forward to seeing Celeste's big, thick lance in action.
I'll try to post over the weekend, but no promises.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Hm... now I want to rewatch it dammit.

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

An expression of the utmost joy spread across Mako's smiling face at Xerox' obvious distress. What his actual motives were were unclear and he let nothing slip. Duncan couldn't help but think they were just being toyed with. 'What do I want, my friend? I want what we all want! Freedom and equality! Freedom of information, specifically.' He flicked at two of the others seemingly at random and Royce pressed a few more buttons. 'Unfortunately, certain people tend to be rather... let's say unsporting and for some reason refuse to share their information, so-' Once again there was a harsh mechanical screech and two SeeDs were pulled back into the recesses of the wall. After a long heartbeat, a dozen needles rammed into Jericho's sides, filling him with a noxious cocktail that set his nerves on fire. Across the room, Rachel could feel the pressure mounting on her kneecaps and the tell-tale whirr of a drill spooling up. 'See? Since no-one has volunteered to share anything, I'm forced to rely on these handy-dandy convincing machines.' As the screams echoes throughout the room, Duncan felt a fresh wave of rage flow over him. They were his team, his responsibility. And there was fuck all he could do to help them. As he struggled in futility against the shackles, Mako continued his tirade. 'And since you didn't answer the question, poor little Fluffywumple is gonna be sad...' Sparks leapt across the helmet strapped to the moomba's head as the poor beast cast it's eyes around in abject terror. After a few long seconds, the bolts on either sides began to slowly screw down, gently crushing him alive. 'Unfortunately moombas tend not to last long when they get sad, so if you have anything to say, now would be the time. Otherwise...' Mako's affable grin suddenly turned very dark indeed. '... we have all night to get acquainted.'

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He wasn't sure how long he had been out. When Duncan came to, he was lying on a cold metal floor in a dark cell. Aside from the shitter, the room was completely barren. He pulled himself up to the bars, managing to slump against the door. He could see the others in similar cells just feet away, all in different stages of conciousness. The torturer had spent time with each of them as he made his way back and forth across the team. Duncan didn't think he had given anything away, but with the combination of truth serum, sleep deprivation and good old fashioned torture, it was possible. Funnily enough, Mako had taken the time to gas them all before shipping them back to their cells; probably so they could be healed without the chances of them escaping. If nothing else, it confirmed his theory that a strong anti-magic field was in place. 'Oi... Sound off, people. If I'm still alive, so are you.'