Hey guys, don't catch the flu. It sucks! - PSA from your friendly neighborhood Targaryen
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7 yrs ago
Our father's were evil men, all of us. They left the world worse than they found it. We're not going to do that, we're going to leave the world better than we found it - Daenerys Targaryen
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8 yrs ago
Time and space - time to be alone, space to move about - these may well become the great scarcities of tomorrow. - Edwin Way Teale
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8 yrs ago
Ever make a mistake so bad, that it hurts every time you just think of it? Ever wish you could go back in time and fix everything so you didn't hurt the one who matters most? Yeah, me too.
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8 yrs ago
Hail Hydra!
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Do not go gentle into that good night By: Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Agni stood there with his mouth slightly open and stupid grin on his face. He probably said something real smooth like "Uh.... Duh" before blinking a few times and gaining his composure back. "Well, M'lady, let us hope that the summit goes well, yes? I look forward to our date." He says then thinks about something briefly and opens his menu, he selected a few things and suddenly a vase of flowers developed on Feera's desk. "I saw these back when we were just starting out, I remember something about you said they were pretty. However, I think we both remember the extreme price... So I saved up. A gift from the boy you managed to steal the heart away from. Do me a favor and look at them when you're feeling stressed, let them remind you I'm always here. If you need me then you know how to reach me..." He said then trailed off as he realized how cheesy that was sounding. He quickly became flustered again "I'm sorry, that was cheesy. What it comes down to is this, I like you... I was just waiting for the right time to ask" He said and looked down towards his feet slightly, not sure at all if he had played this correctly. The boy waited for a while before he began to back up towards the door. "I'll let you get back to work then M'lady." Agni said simply as he got ready to go. Of course, Feera could always stop him to add any comments that she needed before he left.
*After Feera says whatever it is she says to him before he leaves (If Feera does say anything to him)*
Agni left the room and looked the two who had been standing guard. He gestured for both of the young Cait Sith to come over to him. The boy looked each one in the eye for a few brief moments before he finally began to speak."Do you know why I chose each of your to be on her personal guard?" He says and when he gets no response from either as they realized what kind of conversation this was. "It was because YOU were the most promising among the militia, YOU took orders and followed them to the letter, I could trust YOU. Now do each of your care to explain to me why I was able to mosey on into her office without being challenged? Both of you were inside the office, not outside. Any Cait Sith wanting to make money from another race could have easily walked right in there and attacked her. Without either of you having any time to react. That means we would have to rely on Feera not being distracted and able to react in time to spare her life. That IS NOT a risk I'm willing to take. Do either of you understand why you are given spears? So you can block the doors easily and use your range to stop a potential attacker before they reach the door. Something you CAN NOT DO INSIDE THE DOOR. You will sty at your posts or I will bust you back to border patrol. Do I make myself clear?" The boy said as he stared each of them down, both Cait Sith understood his reasoning and nodded quickly. "Crystal Clear, Sir! It won't happen again" They said in unison. Agni smiled and looked at them again, pleased to see they understood. Then he went to do his routine patrols to check on his troops.
Agni stepped into the hall in front of each of the messengers, and they stopped on sight to salute him. The boy quickly returned the salute and looked each of them in the eye. "I want all of you to do me a personal favor... Come back home alive. Understand?" He said to them, and was pleased when a solid "Yes, Sir!" came from the group assembled before him. Agni knew the messengers would be in danger during their runs, scouts reported that there were still some PKing guilds running amok out there. The young fairy knew that he would not want any of his men or women to get killed in battle. That was part of the reason the boy was popular among his troops, they knew he cared about them; he had learned every single name of every person in the military. He talked to them, knew how things were with each of the troops and he even had taken most of them out to get drinks. Simply because that was something he did. He smiled and nodded at each of the braved soldiers as they rushed off to complete their tasks... and admittedly sent a prayer to whatever deity was out there (if there was one) asking for their safe return home. Once every messenger had filed out of the hall to head out on their journey, Agni watched the doors close before turning to head inside Feera's office. He signaled to the two guards in the room to stand outside, mostly because that was there post and they needed to be outside the doors. Agni made a mental note to speak to them later about this, he wouldn't allow Feera's personal guard to abandon post like that again.
Agni looked up at Feera, and his usually 'I'm a big professional military guy' attitude dropped. He smiled like the boy he was, dropping to say hello to his friend. As if this whole death game thing wasn't happening outside. "You know Miss Strazka out there practically worships you. She's one of the messengers you sent out today, sweet girl. You're like her idol. Pushing that aside for now, I have some actual work reports to give you, it'll be great." He said before swiping to open up his menu. The boy then went and made the screen visible so that Feera could see it. "Since we are beast tamers and all that, I decided to give each of our patrol units a heavy beast in case they come across some Pkers or a particularly powerful monster. The Scouts will be taming some of the smaller and more agile beasts to assist them. As you can see here I have four of our scouts who went on trial for taming their beasts. Complete success because I'm awesome and all that and you love me for being so cool. Kidding about the second part. Anyways, only one of our patrol units has a heavy beast. I had to step in and help on that one... but we managed to tame... well its a big ass snake that can fly apparently. It really likes Corporal Mtruzi. Anyways, with these enhancements we will be able to hold off bigger attacks from monsters or players should they come. I'm going to organize more beast taming as we go. I also think it would be wise to build up our offensive capabilities, so we can strike for the World Tree whenever the time comes. But that's just me being Mr. Macho." The boy said with a small shrug. Throughout his report, the screen had been showing the specs of the monsters they had managed to tame over the last few days. Agni had manged to get all this work done by running more than one taming at the same time.
Work finished Agni took a step back and looked over Feera. "How are you handling things Feera? I want the answer from my friend by the way, not my boss. I know being a leader is probably stressful. Anyways, I was wondering is you wanted to go get a drink or something whenever you're off today?" The boy asked, then his entire face turned bright red (thank you over exaggeration of the expressions in virtual world!) as he got embarrassed for a second. "N-not as a date! I meant friends, sorry I should have been more clear because like I've made an idiot of myself now and... I'm gonna go ahead and shut up" He said, looking down for a second. He was worried Feera would take his offer as him trying to make a move on her and get annoyed by it. (He wasn't trying to hit on her, he just wanted to hang out with his friend!). He figured normally she wouldn't be bothered by it... but as was the nature of a massive amount of people being in close proximity to each other... rumors started. Agni of course had heard the one that he had a secret relationship with Feera (of course the evidence used was that he talked to her alot. But that kinda comes with the job of military commander, and being her friend.).
[center][b][u]Do not go gentle into that good night
By: Dylan Thomas[/u][/b]
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.[/center]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-u">Do not go gentle into that good night<br>By: Dylan Thomas</span></span><br><br>Do not go gentle into that good night,<br>Old age should burn and rave at close of day;<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>Though wise men at their end know dark is right,<br>Because their words had forked no lightning they<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br><br>Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright<br>Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,<br>And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br><br>Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight<br>Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>And you, my father, there on the sad height,<br>Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.</div></div>