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| Twilight Sage | Dec 4 2007, 08:19 PM Post #76 |
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Axel walked out of the training room, smiling. The targets in the other room were still on fire. "I've gotta find something to do." He continues to walk down the hallway. |
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Dec 5 2007, 12:21 AM Post #77 |
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Rafar continued to hide behind a building when the strike hit. Missiles rained from the sky on the compound and a Corrupted Air Fleet was revealed. They stood and Max pulled out his binoculars and examined a field in the distance. "Archlord Lucifer's division is moving toward the base. The Gifted are already beginning to engage them." Rafar nodded and began to move towards a maintence duct, big enough for a man to crawl through, but not much more. "Finally, our mission begins." Max and Skye followed him into the duct as fire and water filled the fields and the skies filled with entangled aircraft. |
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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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| SMBEffect | Dec 5 2007, 05:01 PM Post #78 |
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When they had finally arrived, or came to a stop, Iquis yawned and carefully followed them once again. This time. he could actually see where he was going. Iquis: "Please hurry. The Corrupted seem to be starting something, again." |
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Dec 5 2007, 11:24 PM Post #79 |
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Max and Skye quickly dispatched the two guards that were next to the enterance, making way for Rafar. It was then they heard noise from the shower-room. "Sir!" Max whispered. "The general must be in the shower! We can executre right here and make our escape!" "Yes!" Skye murmered, "Go ahead sir!" Rafar nodded and removed his sword from his robes, drawing awestruck expressions from the two. "You're using a sword?!" Skye asked at a whisper that was so loud that she covered her mouth afterwards. "...He is Gifted. His blood will be used to feed it." Rafar answered coldly. "...Ok sir..." Max said while backing away from Rafar. Rafar shook his head and slowly made his way into the bathroom, where he would assassinate the Gifted general. |
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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 7 2007, 06:06 PM Post #80 |
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Eon: *Sigh* We're here... Come. *Brings the two to the main office and waits for them* Whenever you're ready. |
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