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.
Jason remained where he was, listening to the man rant about something or another. The pilot wasn't particularly interested in what he had to say. Only perking up at a couple of points. "Think the sarge will be all right? I tried to act quick enough to give her the best shot." He said quickly before the other guy continued to rant. At the end of it all, when the man said he was going to pass out, Jason simply gave a look. "I'll be here. Or, around at least." He said before turning away and quietly waiting. After a few hours of waiting, the boy left briefly to find something to eat before returning and waiting outside for them to allow him to see Serah. All the while his nerves ran high, remembering Atty's beaten frame in the hangar. The memories of the last two girls he'd become attached to still fresh in his mind. Both dead. A troubled expression was on his features, as he paced around the room. It would be still another few hours before anything happened.
They came out to tell him Serah was recovering and he could go in to see her. Jason was almost immediately on his feet and following them back, his face plastered with concern and worry. Being led into where Serah was, still unconscious, Jason went right to her bedside. He didn't speak, simply reached out and gently took her hand in his own. Thankful to see she was still alive and seemed to be recovering. Finding a nearby stool, he stayed at her bedside and waited. Having let go of her hand and deciding to wait until she woke up. Despite knowing that she would be alright, he needed that verification. He'd already everybody close to him twice before. "Wake up soon, Serah." He said softly, watching her and the area around with a slight frown on his features.
Since Jason would be pretty much waiting until he was allowed to Serah (I know he seems clingy, but keep in mind the previous two girls he dated straight up died. So.), I think ima wait to post until @Ammokkx has her wake up. Unless he is cool with Jason being allowed in to see her before she's awake and being there when Serah does the waking up thing.
Watching the destruction of the Cruxi base, and the subsequent destruction of their fleet arriving, he couldn't help but smile lightly. Looking at the picture of his old squad, Jason reached out to touch the image as he turned Ribasu back towards the NOAH. "That was for all of you." He said softly as he arrived in the hangar. The first thing he noticed was Atty's mangled frame, he felt his joy and relief suddenly drain away. "Not again..." He said softly, as he guided the Mech through the docking procedures. Anxious to get out of the machine, dread coursing through his body. The moment the platform arrived, Jason opened Ribasu's hatch and was out in a second. Ignoring the crew members applauding and cheering the efforts of Sigma, he started to run.
Weaving his way out of the hangar, even moving other crew members as needed, Jason had a single goal in mind. It wasn't long before he left the hangar and was making his way through the ship's corridors. The medical bay. He was confident that they would have gotten Serah out by noe and have her there. He had to know, whether or not she was okay. It wouldn't be long before he found his way there, and quickly entered. "Serah, where is she? Is she going to be alright?" He demanded, even as others tried to calm him down. He refused to leave until he knew how she was, until he could see her. Finally giving up on making him leave, they agreed to allow Jason to wait in the corridor. Understanding that they would tell him once he could see Serah. Despite being unhappy with this agreement, Jason figured it would be the best he could get. With an irritated sigh, he leaned against the wall of the corridor and waited for some sort of news about her state.
[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>
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