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Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

I'll visit you all in the ER, lol. I don't drink so I should be fine.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

RIP Liver

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Lilly's Post

Lilly felt absolutely terrible, looking more zombie than soldier. Her uniform and equipment were all in order, the morning's inspection had seen to that, but she looked like she was about to fall asleep and the massive black bags under her eyes definitely did not help her appearance. It was probably because she had not been sleeping... well... almost at all since they had arrived at Fort Breda. Leaning against a tree for support, Lilly just barely managed to concentrate enough to understand the plan. It was risky, and though she had started to gain more respect for his abilities, she still doubted Sergeant Harald's ability to pull it all together. When he ordered them to pair up of their own accord, Lilly tiredly shoved herself off the tree and straightened out of her slouch.

Who would she go with? She had already fought with Private Glaive and PFC Sykora, so she felt like she could work well with them, but going with Corporal Celeste would mean a slower pace that would be less draining on her. Shaking her head, she discounted the last option and mentally chided herself for being selfish. No, she may be exhausted but that was no excuse for cutting corners and taking the lazier option. She liked Celeste and thought they could fight well together, but for now it would be best if she paired up with either Brenna or Alex.

"Private Glaive? Private First Class Sykora? Would either of you-" Lilly brought a hand up to her mouth as she yawned, before blinking a few times and continuing. "Would either of you like to accompany me?"

Evan's Post

Evan chuckled as Harald mentioned that they would not be bringing the APC, before answering in his typical boisterous voice. "Yer breakin' my heart, Darcsen! Alright, I'll get the gun ready for us." Evan wasted no time in hustling over to the APC, climbing aboard, and starting to undo the mountings for the machine gun. He gave the armored side of the APC an affectionate pat as he did so, whispering "Next time, girl." as he did. The APC was lightly armored, so he saw why it would be more of a liability than a boon in an open field battle, but he was still disappointed that he was being taken out of his preferred environment: The sardine tin that was the inside of an armoured vehicle. Clearing the chamber and finishing off the last of the bolts, with a grunt, Evan yanked the gun off of it's mounting and heaved it onto his shoulder to carry it.

Grabbing the tripod stored in the back of the APC and a crate of chalk rounds, he hauled his load back over to the group and began to mount the gun. If it was already attached to the tripod, it might be more awkward to carry, but would also be faster to set up, he reasoned. Despite his impressive strength, though, carrying an entire crate of bullets as well as a 30lb machine gun and tripod was going to severely limit his mobility. The Sergeant had better be able to defend him until they got set up, otherwise this was going to be one short skirmish for him. "Alright, Darcsen. Got what you asked for. I'm gonna be slow moving with all this gear, though."

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I would like to take a moment to inform everyone that my prof is a peice of shit.

Thank you, and good evening.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

I fucked up.

Got a massive assignment due Sunday, and I have barely even started (greatly underestimated its size).

I probably won't be posting until Sunday evening, so dont be waiting on me.

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Lilly's Post

Lilly had just managed to finish straightening her hair, when Celeste left the shower. She decided not to take her up on her offer, though, as Lilly wanted to meet a few more people. Maybe chat with Private Glaive. "If you have no objections, Corporal, I would like to talk with a few more people. It would be good to get to know more of the squad." With Celeste's permission, Lilly saluted and then turned to head towards the common room. It was getting late, but other people might still be there.

...

Apparently the squad had been far more tired than she had anticipated. When Lilly got to the common area, she found it empty, with everyone who had been there before having already gone to bed. Shrugging, sat down at one of the chairs and gazed out the window. The sun had already set and the moon was high in the sky, providing just enough light to write or read by. Lilly didn't want to go to sleep just yet. She was tired, but there were a great deal of things on her mind. She decided to write a letter home, both to inform her father and aids that she was still unharmed, as well as to request supplies and clear her head. Writing had always helped to calm her mind.

"Dear Father, I am writing to inform you that I still live..."

...

The letter took longer than Lilly had expected, taking nearly two hours before she was satisfied. She smiled as she folded it up and headed back to her room. Her father would no doubt be pleased to hear that she was safe, and her butlers and maids would probably be interested in learning of what she had been doing in her training. She even had included a humble request for supplies from her father, explaining the situation of how the militia squads were relatively poorly equipped and needed to seek out their own benefactors. Her father had not approved of her joining the militia in the slightest, but she doubted that he would let that petty grievance cloud his judgement. He could probably spare a crate or two of rifles and munitions for them, the only question was how long it would take for them to arrive.

Sneaking into the female quarters, Lilly crept past the occupied bunks as quietly as she could, not wanting to disturb anyone's rest. Eventually she came to her bed located on the bottom bunk at the far end of the room. Placing her letter into her footlocker to be mailed tomorrow, Lilly lay down for the evening, hoping to be able to get a good rest for the next days training. This was not to pass, however, as her sleep was disturbed by constant horrifying and violent nightmares. She was going to look very haggard tomorrow, indeed.

Evan's Post

The rest of the group seemed to be of a similar opinion to him, but everyone was tired. Not much conversation sparked up after that, and it didn't take long for people to start trickling back to their bunks to bed down for the evening. Eventually, Evan decided to follow suit, waving goodbye to Alex and heading through the door. "G'night, Glaive. See you in the morning."

After trudging up the hallway and into the male sleeping quarters, he set about in search of his bunk. It turned out his bunk bed was on the upper level, and was directly over top of Alonso. "Night, Kid." Evan's booming voice echoed through the room, a bit louder than he intended, no doubt startling the boy who seemed to be half a minute away from nodding off. Clambering up the wooden latter, he fell onto his bed with a thud, falling asleep nearly instantly. Despite not acting like it, he actually was exhausted from the days work.

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Either way is fine with me. Just let me finish up my post before we move on.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

I've got a midterm tomorrow morning, so nothing is happening with me tonight, but I'll whip up a post after I get out of that.

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*Shrugs* Its conversation time. Theres only so much *anyone* can do to stretch a post.

Im just waitin on Kit/Anyone else who wants to chime in about their opinions of their dark haired commander, before I post.

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Oh shit the graphics are all fucked up. Mahz what are you doing. Mahz. Halp. I need an adult.