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

And make it double! But seriously, busy damn week. Working on a paper for a research conference, fiction workshop, and this dumb senior assessment thing we have to take before we can graduate. Plus regular class stuff. Blech. But, I've been working on a post throughout the day, and it's almost done.

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

Freya had been tickled to hear the details of the mission. The idea of busting in and snatching someone was a hell of a lot better than her first impressions of this mission. Destruction happened to be her strong suit, and the only person off-limits was the target. Well, she would prefer bringing the whole place down without restraint, but she'd take what she could get. Maybe she could rough the target up a bit if she managed to get to him first. The thought of the brawl ahead brought a smirk to her face as she trotted in behind Gracelyn and Jericho, cracking her knuckles loudly as she crouched into position. "Love's in the air tonight." she remarked, aiming sly eyes at the pair in front of her. "I myself have two ladies here who are in dire need of some pounding." She pecked the tip of the spike on each of her metal gauntlets with her lips. She could taste the Poison magic junctioned to them, and she had to lick away the bitter sting. "Their last partners have been a bit lackin' in the stamina department. Don't you two be jealous when all the guys and dolls are smitten with my tag-team prom queens."

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

Sorry! Rough week at university (goddamn writing workshop), and internet problems to boot. I'll start it up right away.

Heroes of Shadow (Spectral and Rosalite)

Posted! Sorry again about all that. Let me know if something's not cool with the post. But if there isn't anything, we should be set for a pretty good time! And of course, if you're not feeling up to it, just let me know when you're feeling better. I totally understand.

Heroes of Shadow (Spectral and Rosalite)

"Kris the second...?" Kris repeated this moniker to himself, while rubbing his hand. He did not like it. To be second was to imply that she would be first, that she would be better than him in some way. No, he was trained for this -- trained by the best. Kris was representing his grandfather and all that he had worked for since he was barely out of his crib. But this was a distraction, of course. The correct thing to do would be to ignore her. His victory would be one of solemn dignity and triumph over the obstacles in his path, just as his grandfather had-- "Then may the best man win!" he declared. "I'll see you inside, other Kris." Then he turned around and marched right into the proving grounds. And yes, he did realize he never picked up the canteen he had dropped, but he would not lower himself to that level. He would just...go without the water. That's right. It was a good exercise. What if he and Prince Marth were in some god-forsaken desert, and he had to go without water for his liege's sake? Then he could look back and say, "I sure am glad that I, the one and only Kris, practiced going without water when that crafty girl tried to usurp his rightful place at Prince Marth's side." No, the other Kris wasn't getting to him at all. Certainly not one bit. ----- A wizened man in a set of purple plate armor watched the new recruits as they filed in to Altea's Proving Grounds, a patch of green on castle grounds that were usually used for the Knights of Altea's training drills. He sat atop a tall warhorse outfitted with orange armor, where his dark, stony eyes could see all types. The bold and the calm. The big and the small. The strong and the weak. Each would be tested -- perhaps to the breaking point. He had tested potential trainees before -- before the War of Shadows -- but seeing it in the new era of peace was fresh even for a seasoned veteran like him. After two trainees entered - a man with brown hair and a dark-haired woman shortly after him -- he strode forward to address the group. "Attention!" he called, his booming voice only very lightly choked with age. "I am Jagen, Prince Marth's personal advisor! Each and every one of you has shown the willingness to be accepted into the Knights of Altea, and thus we have opened the gates for you this day. However, we are looking for more than willingness in our knights! You must also show your strength, your discipline, and your wit! You will be pushed to the height of your abilities, and most of you will fail. But to those of you who can weather the training, you will join me as a defender of this land! As is Altean tradition, blood has no bearing on your success! You will be measured solely by your abilities! Now, gather into pairs! For this first test, you will be facing off against real Altean knights in mock combat!" ----- Kris, who had nearly been brought to gleeful tears by Jagen's speech, soon found himself struck as a fawn glancing down the shaft of an incoming arrow. He had not considered that he would have to pair up, and especially not for the first test. Because he had came in somewhat late, thanks to that girl, he had not the time to socialize with anyone nearby. In fact, the closest one to him was that girl, and he certainly didn't want to risk letting her get to him during something as important as the first test! No, there had to be someone else...but as he looked around, all he could see where others getting into pairs, leaving him increasingly isolated. Could he handle such a task by himself? Would that impress Sir Jagen, or anger him? Kris was finding himself already at a loss with his first assignment. The one thing he never received training on was communicating with other warriors, and fighting alongside them. There was only one person he had been instructed to fight alongside: Prince Marth.

Heroes of Shadow (Spectral and Rosalite)

Ugh, sorry. A snowstorm passed by while I was at a friend's house, and now I'm snowed in. Typing on my phone's a bit difficult, so I haven't been able to post. Sorry again! If I'm not out of here by tomorrow, I'll just borrow his computer and post, or something.

Heroes of Shadow (Spectral and Rosalite)

Aw, that's no good. I've been fortunate enough to dodge illness this winter *knocks on wood*, but some close frineds have been off-and-on sick for a while and it's awful. Hope you get better! In the meantime, I'm recovering from a surprise family visit, but I'll have a post up tonight.

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

Zarkun, real Americans can watch the Super Bowl, eat pizza, AND roleplay at the same time! USA

Heroes of Shadow (Spectral and Rosalite)

No problem! I'm rather busy myself this time of the week, so no harm done. I'll keep my eye out for it!

Heroes of Shadow (Spectral and Rosalite)

Kris expected to discover new things and enjoy new experiences as a Knight of Altea. It was one of the reasons he had been so excited when he left his little village. All he did was train, which was an honor, but he was left with an itch that couldn't be scratched by three hundred practice swings a day, or reading ancient history out of a moldy tome. This was just plain nightmarish. This girl was hiding some kind of monster strength. Was she even human? Admittedly, he didn't have much experience with women. The girls in the village were all so demure, waving to him and giggling whenever he passed. Then, there were the older women, who would occasionally give him treats that were to be kept a secret from his grandfather. They were all kind and gentle. Where did this girl fit in? She was no serene pegasus knight or delicate healer. Hers was the grip of the swordsman. She declared she also wished to serve Prince Marth, and protect the kingdom. Worthy values--his own, in fact. Then her name, which was...also his own. He felt a couple beads of sweat form on his brow. The training hadn't even begun, and he was already being exhausted. What would his grandfather say? "There will be many challenges as a Knight of Altea. Endure. Being at Prince Marth's side is the most important thing." That sounded right. So, he must stand firm. He steeled his mind and his expression. "I agree!" he answered her loudly, his vigor returned to him. "Which is why I will become a noble Knight of Altea and protect Prince Marth--myself!" The hand that the other Kris held clenched into a fist. "My name is also Kris, from now on, we will be competing to serve our country! And when it comes to Prince Marth, I will not lose!" Then he turned and strode towards the proving ground, leaving the other Kris stunned with his display of resolve and passion. That is, he would, if she weren't still holding his hand captive. "Ermm..." he looked from her clasped hands back to her face. He wasn't quite sure how to approach this after his little speech. "Excuse me, could you let go now? I'm sure we're supposed to be gathering in the proving grounds..."