Lennon79

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

Alright, time for a bad news announcement.
Between work, university and prepping for study abroad, I'm finding less and less time to RP. It's gotten to the point now that it feels more like an obligation than a hobby, something I get home from work after midnight (like right now) and tell myself that I have to do. I simply can't keep up with it all at the moment.
And so I'm taking what I hope will be a brief hiatus, but as I said, I am going to be studying abroad come August; the chances of me being able to post regularly after that will drop even more. Chances are that this hiatus will last until the year after next, when I won't be killing myself at work in my time between lectures.
Which brings me to TV. Some of us have been with this thread for nearly two years now and I know I'm a little bit too attached to it and our characters. I really don't want it to die. Is there anyone who would be willing to carry the torch while I'm gone, more or less continuing with the FFVIII storyline as we know it? If anyone volunteers, I'll PM them the important bits of the upcoming plot, plus one or two crucial bits of storyline that tie things together. Not gonne lie, hella spoilers ahead, but it's that or the story never gets told.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Sergeant Harald, Gallian Militia

It was remarkable how quickly a peaceful afternoon could descend into chaos. Within seconds of radioing Hoek, all hell broke loose among the bocage. Squad 4 began their advance cautiously at first, hanging back behind Carn as Squad 9 look the Imps head on. Harald whistled appreciatively as an HE shell sent bits of masonry flying, forcing the shell-shocked defenders into cover. Why hadn't they been issued a damn tank too? It would have made things so much easier in Le Haye Sainte... It wasn't long before the defenders realised they were being flanked. A heavy machine-gun shifted fire toward them as the shocktroopers broke cover to charge the coach house, rounds scything overhead as Harald's section moved forward to provide cover. 'Alright, pop and shoot kids, let's keep their heads down' The four of them split into a ragged line a few metres apart, popping up to fire a handful of rounds and ducking before the MG could zero in on their position. A minute in the sergeant stood to fire again, only to find himself staring directly into the gunner's eyes across the way. 'Son of a...'

Private Alonso Bons, Gallian Militia

Combat was almost more relaxing than sitting about with the squad, trying to avoid the rest of them and their social ways. If he had had it his way, Alonso wouldn't even have to talk to the others... At least now they were too preoccupied by not dying that they couldn't get on his admittedly fraying nerves. He popped up, fired a lance into the second floor; no detonation, a dud. Valkdamned Imp piece of shit! It earned him a burst of fire in retaliation, necessitating a rapid dive into cover. As he glanced around at the others, Alonso was satisfied that at least they were doing their part, keeping attention and such. Maybe they would even make a differ- A burst of fire caught the sergeant in the chest, throwing him to the ground. For a long moment, Alonso lay there staring in horror, until finally he pulled himself together enough to crawl over and pull the stricken Harald out of the line of fire. 'Oh jeez, oh Valk...' There was blood everywhere, holes torn right through his chest piece... Despite his violently shaking hands and a sudden lump in his throat, Alonso cracked open his medical kit and began to patch the sergeant up, to the best of his ability.

Sergeant Harald, Gallian Militia

'Fu... ck... this...' It has all happened so fast that Harald wasn't even sure what had happened. White hot pain, sudden dizziness and now, Bons looking like he was trying not to cry as he poured liquid ragnaid over Harald's tattered chest. He turned his gaze down, slowly and painfully. Damn, he thought. That's fucked up. When a man can see his own broken bone jutting from his chest, he knows he is in for a rough time. A vague thought struck as his conciousness began to fade; if he were to die, who would take over the squad..? Would they be grateful to have a non-Darcsen NCO replace him? Well... Doesn't matter now. The light slowly drained from his eyes as the battle raged around them.

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

Duncan had never ran so fast in his life. Dodging giant worms, throwing shit, firing randomly... It was a wonder that any of them survived to reach the edge of the compound. Once the last of the team was safely away from the sand, he drew a massive sigh of relief and turned to Jake. 'My friend, I cannot thank you enough. We might have gotten away with it ourselves, but I had no plan for what to do once we broke out.' He cast an appraising eye on the convoy of rovers the Galbadian SeeDs had brought. 'At least now we won't have to walk.' Despite his confident smile, Duncan was deeply concerned for Eika; she had apparently been there to help attack the prison, but they hadn't seen hide nor hair of her... She was a tough one though, he knew that all too well. He wasn't so much concerned for her safety as much as the possibility of her going missing again... '... As much as I'd like to hang around though, we've got to get moving. Won't be long til they report our escape.' He motioned to the others to start piling into cars, commandeering the lead vehicle for himself. Luckily there was a radio link between them. As they started moving away from the compound, Duncan opened up a channel to the others. 'Alright, so here's the deal... I don't really know what's going on. Dunno how long we've been in there, my balls still ache and I'm not sure where the fuck we are. Still, we're in Galbadia, so we head west til we hit something familiar. I know of a few stashed airships that we can take home to Balamb.' There was the feeling in the back of his mind that something was missing, that the escape had been a little too easy (despite the ravening pack of sandworms). '... Jake, what's be-' He was cut off by a bright flash in the distance, a few dozen miles north. Pulling up hard at the side of the road, Duncan opened the car door to stare in horror as a single point of light arced up into the sky... and then turned north. There was only one thing that could be. '... no, you fucking wouldn't...'

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Nah, it's good. It's just an inn inside.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

There's a lot of room in the plot for people to change class and role over time, so when we eventually get a tank we can transfer people who want to be crew over to it. They'll still have sections on foot though, just to keep them on their toes.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

We have plans further down the road for the squad to get a tank, but it won't be for some time. Could defiantly do with people with tank skills though, if you're alright with waiting a bit.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

In light of recent slowness, Raven and I have decided to up the player count to 12. So @Iatos, if you;re still interested in joining, you'd be more than welcome.

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

That tumbleweeds' piling up again.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

I'd offer you a slot @Iatos, but I think it's already been taken. Just waiting on the plot advancing to the point that @Skepic can return.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

And I ain't north American.

On that note, probably the truest representation of British people on the internet.

And no, I don't live in Southampton. Thank fuck.