Slypheed

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Celeste

Celeste still wasn't fully awake when Carn spoke up, causing her to visibly jump in her seat. Luckily though, she hadn't dropped her food or drink. Though now she looked more awake now, and she looked over the new members. A albino female, a tall female darcsen, a walking shield, and a male who seemed a bit nervous. Guess the militia is just a dice roll, never know who you're going to get. Celeste observed the newbies, occasionally eating the breakfast that the Sergeant had prepared.

She looked over at Harald. "Sergeant, did you check Jatmoore and Sykora yet?" asking before she put a spoonful of food in her mouth. Curious to their conditions, as she didn't see or hear them moving around. She knew ragnaid could even heal up Lilly's wound with relative ease, but it would be comforting to know their conditions.

Skye

Skye seemed to go along with the remark the albino girl made. "Ha! Yeah, it's a damn shame the Imps couldn't aim for shit. One got close though, if that makes you happy." She said, making direct eye contact with the girl. Skye felt quite happy she'd be able to have some fun with the unit, even if her definition of fun wasn't the same as theirs.

But she turned her attention to the shy boy. His remark about his shooting was a bit hilarious, and it got her to smile faintly. Though the execution of it's innuendo was very crude.

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Once they arrived, Skye took a look around. Not much about this place, but it seemed like it had seen better days. Especially that destroyed tank in the road. But the large man guided them to the only building that was still standing. Inside was, presumably, the rest of squad 4. A good amount of the interior was saved as well. Owners must have been in a hurry to leave, and doesn't look like the Imps took much when they were here either. Once in the kitchen, they were introduced to the Sergeant. Though it even took her by surprise that a Darcsen had such a rank. "Well. Pleased to meet ya Sergeant! Names Skye." She stuck her hand out for a handshake.

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I'll have a post up soon.

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@Lennon79

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

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Honest to God, IRL massive brown squiggly lines across the ground.

@Lennon79

So that explains what I've seen every now and then.

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Sorry about the delay, guys. Life sorta exploded on me

@Raven_Operative

EDIT: Oh god... I'm turning into @Slypheed.

@Raven_Operative

Something wrong with turning into me?
T^T

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/clears throat

@Lennon79

*waits for speech*

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@Ashifili

I really don't know...I wasn't thinking about that stuff when making my characters.
But I guess I'll try to think about physical charms for my characters.

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Added in a small Celeste edit to my post.

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Celeste

The nudging from the rifle gave Celeste a tiny jolt of energy. But it was enough to prevent her from falling asleep again. And a minute or so after said nudging, she stumbled up, taking another two minutes to wake up enough to walk. Picking up her lance and rifle and moving into the intact house, only to drop it near the entrance. She rubbed her eyes as she entered what remained of the kitchen. "Beef? Interesting breakfast option." Celeste said in a tone of voice that matched her tired demeanor. "Better than anything I would have expected though."

Skye

Skye couldn't help but feel some relief when the man came to recruit them and a guy from the cafeteria. The pale skinned girl she was left to talk to wasn't much in terms of excitement or conversation. And was also glad to be pulled into a squad that needed people, rather than be put in a squad that was over-encumbered. Though the mention of an APC perplexed her, the only combat capable vehicle she had seen on base so far was a tractor with a machine-gun attached to it. How did they manage to scrap together an APC? Or is it simply a truck with some thin metal plates? She mentally shrugged, knowing she'd get her answer soon enough. First things first, to get my gear together and meet at this APC. "Alright, I'll get my stuff together and meet ya there." She said in answer to the man.

Once she had gathered her gear, she made sure to quickly move over to the APC. Surprised to see it was a repainted Imp APC. "Ya got nerves if anything to have acquired one of these." She smiled at the man. Skye then took this chance to look at the male that was recruited from the cafeteria as well. Fairly frail looking, and made Skye a bit concerned for how he'd fair in combat. But she then noticed the Lancer, probably a recruit from a different part of the base. Looked like she had a fair amount of muscle on her as well, given the fact she was encased in plates of metal.

She could feel the relative unease and general dislike of her. And Skye knew full well why too. Darcsen hate, no matter the degree, was usually present where ever she went. But that's not what was bothering her the whole ride. It was that no one was really talking. Her foot tapping to resonate her unease. The only sounds came from the APC and the surrounding environment. But luckily, someone spoke up, asking if anyone had seen action. "I've seen a bit. Not much to warrant me a medal, or even the right to say I'm a vet. But I was in the army and fought on a front or two." She answered, looking at the person. Though it seemed she was the only one to really respond, looking around at the others, warranting a small shrug.