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

What is a Zone? o.o

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NEVERMIND, I'M AN IDIOT.
My sides xD

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

so yeah im going to bed a little earlier today cause tomorrow is exam day and i gotta be fresh ;/
gn ~~~~~

@Vec

Night, bro. Good luck on the exams!

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

Already signed up for therapy :D

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

Ramses Q. Reinholdt

It was quiet. Disturbingly so. The air was cold, absolutely frigid, actually. And here was Ramses, dressed head to toe in a rather ill-fitting and worn, not to mention stinking, Galbadian uniform. He was leaning against a tall, metal crate across from the warehouse base, watching for any Galbadian patrols or any OTHER “undesirables” that might enter the area. Smoke hung in the space before his eyes, travelling up from the cigarette hanging lazily out his mouth. His helmet was placed on the ground by his feet. He’d wear the reeking uniform. He’d stand outside in the icy hell. But being stuck in that ungodly thing? That’s where he drew the line. Not that it was unusual for Galbadian soldiers to go without helmets anyway. They had a reputation for being microwaves for the head.

So why was the hulking SeeD from the tiny island of Balamb, tasked with removing the Galbadian head of state, masquerading as one of the enemy?

Yoko. Ono.

She REALLY didn’t take kindly to his objection back in the barracks. Not that he could blame her. He had pulled her leadership into question in front of the other troops. Then, as if that wasn’t enough, he had also called her on her weakness. Not directly, but she picked up the subtext of his sudden volunteering. So she had ordered him to stand guard. To watch for the “big, bad, Galbadians.”

Ramses took a deep drag, letting the warm nicotine infected smoke tumble down his throat into his lungs. It burned a bit. Damn thing was almost spent. Slowly exhaling, savoring the taste it left on his deadened taste buds, he flicked the butt to the ground and snuffed it out with his boot.

He couldn’t blame her for the “punishment”. She had to save face, otherwise the others might see weakness and try to take advantage of it. He had really put his foot in his mouth there. Should have just kept his damn mouth shut and went along with it. He could have kept an eye on the others, could have made sure they got there safe. And he might have been able to help up the main team. Now...well…

Despite having just finished one, Ramses pulled out a small blue box, flipped open the top and plucked out another long white stick. He plopped it into his mouth and slid the box back into his pocket, exchanging it for a green lighter. He flicked it once. Nothing. He flicked it again. Nothing. Damn. He tried it once more, really putting effort into it. Voila. Third time’s the charm. A flame rose to life from a spark. He pulled it up to his cigarette, cupping the flame and cig with his free hand, shielding it from harsh, heat destroying wind.

He took another drag.

They were probably dead. Dead or taken prisoner. Ramses wasn’t sure which one would be preferable. He had heard...things about the fates of Galbadian POWs. He sincerely hoped he was wrong. If he wasn’t, then not only would their numbers be considerably reduced, including the majority of their combat specialists, the Galbadians would be on insanely high alert. After all, a butchered attempt on a high ranking Galbadian officer? By SeeD, nonetheless. Maybe they wouldn’t spill their mission or even their occupation. Say they’re Timber rebels and maybe the mission could be salvaged.

Ramses rolled the helmet with his foot.

stompstomp

What was that?

stompstompstomp

Ramses bent down and quickly grabbed the helmet, sliding it onto his head. He then grabbed the Galbadian assault rifle that laid nearby. He ejected the mag and verified that it was full. He had done so before leaving the base, but better safe than sorry. He readied his weapon, shooting daggers down the sights. Something or someone was nearby.

stompstoMPSTOMP

And getting closer.

STOMPSTOMPSTOMP

A younger blonde man in a green zip-up hoodie had come around the corner. He had originally had his hands dug deep into the pockets of his black, studded jeans. Originally. It didn’t take him long to notice the barrel of an assault rifle practically shoved into his face. By a giant Galbadian, nonetheless.

“GET DOWN!”

Ramses threw all of his frustration at the man who dropped like a ton of bricks. He was...Oh no, was he crying? And that smell. No...he didn’t…

“I-I-PLEASE, DON’T S-SHOOT, MAN!”

He actually blubbered. Ramses had never heard a man, or anyone actually, do that. It was almost enough to make him burst into laughter. But he didn’t. He kept his cool.

“State your business, asshat.”

“I was jus-just taking a w-walk, man! PLEASE, LEMME GO.”

Ramses’ face hardened.

“This area is restricted until the Galbadian Military finishes its investigation. Consider this your only warning. I see you again, I shoot. Now go.”

He delivered each word increasingly more harshly. The weeping man froze for a moment, then scrambled to his feet. He hesitated for the briefest of moments.

“MOVE IT.”

He took a step forward and tightened the grip with which he held the rifle. It was enough. The man practically evaporated. And Ramses grew a scowl. He screwed up. That guy shouldn’t have been here. He should have put two in the chest and dumped him. He could have been anyone.

”Dammit…”

And he took another drag.

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

I wanna post something cute

Look smiling baby elephant - this is not a trick Ogobrogo just a big image

@Classified

This! This, Fellsing's badgers, and Bunny's general optimism. The remaining bits of my sanity are thanks to you.
THE REST OF YOU?!!
I'm not angry, I'm just disappointed.

:P

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I <3 you all~

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

T.T This is just torture at this point. Even the sanctity of cake has been defiled. Monsters, the lot of you!

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

Oh my snap...those really are beyond adorable. It's all good, everyone, return to your homes. There will be no rioting. Only feels.

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

STOP PLAYING WITH MY EMOTIONS!
I can't keep doing this!

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

It was just one spider picture, why are you guys so mean... /crying/

@Nightmare Bunny

You're right. Come on, everybody! Let's go riot on VEC!
Wait...your pic had WAY more spiders!

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

~Graham Turner~

"STOP RIGHT THERE! I'm going to have to ask anyone who is not in need of immediate medical attention, please stay on the tram. Someone was fighting here, and I intend to find the culprit. So please, calm yourself and take a seat on the nearest thing used for sitting, and I will start trying to figure out what exactly happened here, Bein?"

Positively stunned, Graham didn’t dare move an inch. That thing had noticed him, had addressed him. It didn’t sound pleased. It...also didn’t look like a monster anymore. It was a woman? An attractive woman at that. Others had been talking with her, not even remotely the response he had expected. They were all...wait, they were older. And, they had called her Meredith.

Miss Meredith.

And she(it?) had spoken of threatening a teacher.

No.

Please no.

This thing wasn’t actually a teacher...was it? This place wouldn’t be as cruel as to… Graham thought of the other abomination, previously a student, albeit a rather hungry one. An almost audible click when off in Graham’s head. His mouth started moving, forming the word “No” repeatedly, yet no sound came out.

“Where...the hell are we? What the hell is going on?”

Another new voice. Graham slowly moved his gaze to see the boy he had shaken awake now voicing his confusion. Poor kid. He picked a helluva time to open those eyes. Then again, it was his fault for waking him up. Oops. So Graham gave him the truth, slowly and gravely.

“Welcome to hell, buddy.”

And what that, the strength in Graham’s legs gave out and he collapsed into the seat, eyes now locked firmed on the teacher-creature. He didn’t know what to even believe. He took some solace that there was a chance that he had imagined all of this. He could be locked up in a nice, cozy, squishy room, ranting and raving about hellish beasts turning into women and schools kidnapping people via train.

Yeah...that didn’t sound too bad.