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 Dude2000
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Dec 4 2007, 05:34 AM Post #61 |
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"What kind of idiotic child is this? I'm a Lord in The One's army, not a babysitter." "...I have duties in the army, sir." Rafar whispered. |
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To be, or not to be: that is the question. To die, to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause. That makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all... | |
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| Malceure | Dec 4 2007, 05:37 AM Post #62 |
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Satori: "What a shame. And here I thought you would desire a vacation from the duties of the army, or, in your case, lack there of. The offer still stands if you wish to accompany me. Besides, I think you will find it most enjoyable on both of our parts." |
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Dec 4 2007, 05:40 AM Post #63 |
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"...I exist to serve The One, a vacation is not an option, sir." Rafar replied. "Was I really this foolhardy in my youth as well?" He wondered. |
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To be, or not to be: that is the question. To die, to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause. That makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all... | |
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| Twilight Sage | Dec 4 2007, 07:41 AM Post #64 |
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Axel appeared out of nowhere in between the two, just like he always does. "Sorry about that. Just need to go get something." He walked along to the weapons corridor. |
  Top one is by Crash, and the bottom one is by RunawayRed. Thanks to the both of you! | |
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| Wolf | Dec 4 2007, 12:15 PM Post #65 |
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Honestly, I could take a guess, but I'm not sure it's right on the money. |
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| Malceure | Dec 4 2007, 04:15 PM Post #66 |
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Satori: "Alright then. If you do not want to have a little fun." Satori unraveled a scroll, pointing to the print. "Then I will force you to. All I will need is the signature of my father, and this "vacation" becomes a mission. Simple as that when your parents happens to be in the council." Satori smirked, as he always seemed to get his way. "Now then, a vacation isn't so bad, is it? Either way, you and I will take a nice little trip, why not enjoy it?" |
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Dec 4 2007, 04:22 PM Post #67 |
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"...if the council wills it, I shall comply." Rafar whispered. "Spoiled child. If he dies on the field, it will give him no honor." |
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To be, or not to be: that is the question. To die, to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause. That makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all... | |
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| Wolf | Dec 4 2007, 04:24 PM Post #68 |
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We should almost be there. It's only about another 15 minutes. |
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| Malceure | Dec 4 2007, 04:27 PM Post #69 |
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Satori: "Suit yourself. I thought an old man like you would jump at the chance to finally get out of this place. Oh well, I assume a trip to the Quijian will be good for you." He waved as he walked down the path, headed towards a large hill which held the Akishino Manor. Quijian was a place which highly supported the rebellion, leaving one to guess why Satori would desire to travel to such a place. Either way, it would make a swell mission. |
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Dec 4 2007, 04:34 PM Post #70 |
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Rafar bowed slightly as he left. "I suppose the child will find me when he needs me." He thought. Skye and Max ran over to him. "Sir! I can't believe you're going on a mission with him! Do you realize how many girls would pay money for your opportunity?!" Skye yelled at him. "He's not a girl though Skye. This a great opportunity for him to move up. Then we finally won't have to deal with him anymore! We can get a Lord in our division that communicates!" Rafar merely turned toward them and gave them an icy glare. Their spirits fell quickly. "...Sergant Maximus, never order me to do anything again like you did back there. Understood?" Rafar's eyes locked on him with the same cold stare. "...yes, sir. I apologize." Max responded with his head bowed. Rafar turned back to look at the Gifted base, still waiting for the strike on it. |
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To be, or not to be: that is the question. To die, to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause. That makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all... | |
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| Wolf | Dec 4 2007, 04:35 PM Post #71 |
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Hey you two, there are rumors in the Rebellion they're starting an attack on your base any day now. Maybe you should be careful. |
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| Twilight Sage | Dec 4 2007, 05:06 PM Post #72 |
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Axel finally reaches the weapons room. He walks into a corridor and picks up two shuriken like weapons. "Time to dust these things off." He smirked, and returned to walking to the training area, whistling a catchy tune. |
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Top one is by Crash, and the bottom one is by RunawayRed. Thanks to the both of you! | |
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| Wolf | Dec 4 2007, 05:18 PM Post #73 |
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Eon: Boo chi chi boo, bi ch bi ch bi chi bi. Boo chi chi boo... |
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| mossad | Dec 4 2007, 07:53 PM Post #74 |
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Alaric joins in, "chi chi boo, bi ch bi ch bi chi bi. Boo chi chi boo..." |
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| Malceure | Dec 4 2007, 08:09 PM Post #75 |
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Father Akishino: "A trip you say? Where to?" Satori: "Actually, father, it is more of a freelance mission. I wish to travel to Quijian with a lord." Mother Akishino: "Quijian!? That is far to dangerous for a boy your age. Satori: "Mother, never fear. Rafar will come with me." Father Akishino: "Rafar, you say? His abilities are well known." Satori: "I simply desire to gather information on the rebellion. My presence will not be greatly noticed. Mother Akishino: "Well... I assume it is fine as long as he is with Rafar." Father Akishino: "Agreed. Make sure to not leave without Rafar. Alright?" Satori: "I wouldn't dream of it." With the quick signature of his parents, and a run to the mission tavern by a butler, the mission was now offical. Anyone who desired to travel with Satori and Rafar may do so as of now, provided the group was no larger than 4 other people accompanying the pair. Satori: "Thank you father." he smiled, and walked off, his smile turning into a devilish grin as he left the room. "Far too easy." |
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