Little_ninja

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Hm...
Been waiting for a post before I posted, waiting for whoever Stichler is

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

"Sure. I'll ask around. I'll be there probably in 30 or something like that. See you then." Rune replied to Gideon, before making his way up to Hannah, who had requested for some help. He noticed that she was looking at him. However, he couldn't tell what part she was looking at. Is she checking my features or the way I present myself? Wait ... He noticed, he was walking as he usually did. Slightly messing up the tempo of fitting in. However, suddenly changing would be worse. He had to keep it up if he wanted to remain hidden.

"Pleasure to meet you!" Hannah piped up, leaning heavily on the railing. "Where'd you spring from? Did Captain sign you on board?"
"Oh, I just happened to see a big ball of fire come crashing down. When I saw it falling, it looked like a ship, so I came around to check if anyone were alive or not. The Captain said that as long as me and ...." he paused. Looking at Gideon. Come to think of it, he didn't catch Gideon's name. "The other mechanic got the ship off the ground in less than a week, we can be signed on board. Although I doubt you would need two mechanics, two is better than one I'd say." Rune smiled gently, helping Hannah up. Lifting her and carrying her like a princess/bride.

As he carried her over to the infirmary, he asked, "So, may I ask of your name? And what it is that you do on this ship? Oh. Not sure if you heard me when I introduced myself, but I'm Jeff. Pleasure to meet you."

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

Xerox watched as the torturers came in, 'Mako' and 'Royce'. Most stayed quiet, others insulted the torturers. Xerox mostly watched. He was pained to see Duncan clamped, but he didn't show, he had a stern expression for most of the time, until a moomba appeared. His breathing changed, it was heavier. Unable to get a good look, he couldn't tell if it was Rue or not at first glance, he tried to peer at it. Others asked them to stop, and some just watched.

His face contorted a little, holding back tears. Mako approached Xerox. 'You there, friend. You look like a man who speaks from the heart.' the torturer spoke, clicking his fingers, leading to a contraption affixing the moomba's head 'And so I'll ask you something easy to begin with, more of a choice that a question. Which would you prefer to watch; Mr Fluffywumple being sad, or the rest of your friends being sad together?'

"What do you want!? You damn monster!" Xerox replied with rage and tears. Xerox showed a deep sense of emotions. The moomba, it wasn't Rue. However, Xerox imagined it was, giving him rage, while the pain from the bullet still lodged in his back, gave him a pained expression and tears. He was acting, but with real emotions mixed in. "Leave it alone! Damn it!" he cried out in anger. Xerox was controlling himself, but it would be hard to tell, with the fact that tears were coming down his face, with his pained expression, and the raw anger that quivered in his voice. Because these emotions were at least half-true. But Xerox would not tell the truth with these emotions.

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

I need to post ... but just haven't had time recently
I'll try to get one tomorrow

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Private First Class Cecilia Rousseau

Le Haye Sainte

"Urghh...." Ceclia groaned, as he right hand moved towards her head. "Ah .... my head ..." Holding her head with one hand, and slowly, but surely, getting up, she found herself .... somewhere she had never been before. "This ... isn't the base .... where am I?" Cecilia muttered. She was still feeling the alcohol in her. Her head was splitting, she was hung over. Now ... how did this happen?

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Last night
Base

A group of PFCs had gathered during the night, having a minor celebration over some recent victories for some squads. Some of these PFCs had gone to assist some of those squads, including Cecilia, so there she was, drinking with some of the others. "WOOO!!"
"YEAH!"
"And then we ..."
Stories and cheers were coming around in this party, and Cecilia enjoyed the mood, happily chugging her a drink. Although the quality wasn't the best, it was still something to enjoy at least.

After a few hours of drinking, Cecilia needed to get some sleep. She was pissed drunk, and there was no way she would get into her barracks without some sort of consequence. Her dad, did say something once, about his time during training. Most of the vehicles at the base rarely ran, so some people who got drunk occasionally would sleep in the vehicle to avoid getting caught drunk. Remembering this nice bit of information, she decided it would be better to get some sleep in one of the vehicles. It was dark, and a number of vehicles were around. One was unlocked so she got in somewhere and fell asleep ...

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Present
Le Haye Sainte

"Well, you've gotta be shitting me. I got myself recruited while I was asleep, and drunk? Without my gear? Probably someone didn't check the vehicle properly." Cecilia continued to mutter to herself. She was well aware, her headache was not gonna go away any time soon. Getting out of the APC, she only realized that it was an Imp APC that had been repainted. I must of been real drunk to not notice it was an APC she thought to herself.

Scanning the area, she noticed it had been a battlefield, one that probably was one only recently but needed new recruits. Most of the buildings had been destroyed, except one. It seemed the others of the squad were eating breakfast. Please, let them be quiet eaters. she hoped, as she made her way to the building.

It was bustling, and her head was splitting and hurting even more. This really sucked for Cecilia. All she could do was manage a sigh as she held her head with one hand, massaging it a little. With her eyes barely open, she looked at everyone's uniforms, more specifically their rank. Private, private, PFC, Oh a Sergeant The Sergeant was a man with black-blue hair and a thin beard. From this, she thought it was likely he was a darcsen, although, it was entirely possible that he might not be, like herself. Although her hair was dark, she was not a darcsen, proof being that she still held a surname from her parents who weren't darcsens. She has often, though, been mistaken as a darcsen, this lead to her not developing the same bias as others to darcsens.

Walking up to the Sergeant, she gave a weak salute. "Private First Class Cecilia Rosseau, Sir. Reporting for duty." Her voice was soft and a little weak. "Sorry Sergeant, but I have a request. You see ... I was drunk at the base and suddenly I wound up here. So there are two things here, I have no gear and I have a hangover. So can I at least get some sleep and then get my gear from base before actually being properly recruited into this squad?" Cecilia asked, as her salute changed at some point to rubbing her head.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Will get my first post probably tonight, or tomorrow
Sorry for the delays

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

Sorry, been busy, will get a post probably tomorrow rather than today

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

Go ahead
I don't think there's anyone left to wake up so yeah
And if there were, they can wake during interrogating I guess

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Uh... okay...
One question
How many posts has it been since Cecilia was 'picked up'?
(Just so I know what's been happening in the RP)

SAO: Living in Aincrad

Umichi

"Look, sorry for getting upset like that, but, nonetheless, it is vital, to keep one crystal on you at all times, there will be emergency situations, people need to get themselves out. Also, this says 20 percent." Umichi started to reply calmly, showing the item information that he just opened earlier.

A mysterious stone. <<Item Appraisal>> not high enough to read the rest.

Durability 812/1000

Doom Stone

"And zone's having durability, is broken, stupid game. Either way, us alone, would not be able to do it, and it would just have ended in vain. There will be people who won't come out, but, there were others who fought with you still, until I had said to teleport, to avoid the huge monster rush." Umichi calmly looked at the marker, it was strange for such a thing to even exist. Someone, or something must have altered the game code. Zones should not have any object known as durability. Why would it now?

"There is at least 15 minutes before it disappears. We need a little time to recover. During that time, it is best to gather as many other players as possible." There was a quiver of fear, drowned in analysis, in his tone. It was not the time to be scared, not the time to panic. He did not try to be a leader, but ended up leading. "If you had stayed, if we just rush in like before, all that will happen is that we would end up dead, and the monsters will break the zone and invade anyway. That's why ..." Umichi started to stand, there were a number of players still around.

"Everyone, I ask of you to lend a hand. If we do nothing, the safe zone will break, and the monsters will keep coming until we are all dead. That is why, we need as many people as possible to go out there and help us. There is a simple plan. Four main units. The first is the assault team, the ones who will help destroy the Doom Stone. Second and thirdly, the defensive lines. Anyone with shield and heavy armor, please, defend those attacking the Doom Stone. Having two teams of defense, allows people to swap out and recover, buying more time. Lastly, is someone to lure as many as possible, to increase how long the defense team will hold out. There is one crucial element in all of this, not killing the monsters. Killing them will cause them to respawn, and we cannot have them respawning in the middle of the formation. Please, everyone who is able, gather health potions, and teleport crystals and help us to survive this crisis." Giving his speech, he begged. Hoping at least a few would help. The time they had left was counting down, but there was still at least 10 minutes left. He had started to drink his stamina potion, preparing to pull aggro once more. If people gathered, he would like to organise them quickly and then charge by the 5 minute mark.