Hey guys, don't catch the flu. It sucks! - PSA from your friendly neighborhood Targaryen
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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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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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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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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.
"You don't have too. I don't want you getting sick." He says to girl as he looks down into her eyes. Though he knew if she was determined to go, he was going to lose this arguement. Asure had a way with making him agree with her (Gaara called it cheating but she thought otherwise)
"Azure. They won't hurt you. Trust me." He said quietly to her and kissed her forehead. One of the men, who was rather built said that he was going to go out to scavenge for parts, and that the two newbies should go with him since they knew the area. Or at least one of them. Gaara looked up. "I'll go. I will leave it to Azure whether or not she goes. My name is Gaara by the way." He says. (They are talking to Wolverine)
Gaara held the girl as they entered a maskeshift bunker in the cave. With cots set up and supplies in boxes, everything ready to moved onto the large ship sitting at the other end of the room in a heartbeat. The sound of a door closing echoed behind them. Then the two new ones were introduced to each of the group.
Gaara felt Azure press herself closer to him, and let go of her hand. Opting instead to put hid arm around her to confort her. She was probably a little bit scared, she was always slightly more shy than he was in this world.
Gaara wrapped both his arms around the girl. Hoping that he could warm the girl up. Gaara hated seeing the girl like this. He was very protective over the girl that showed him what it was to truly be alive. Then Gaara heard the footsteps of other people. Almost instantly the sand formed a thick a wall bewteen the others and Azure. Gaara stood on the side with the others. A loose array of people, one if which sat in a floating chair and was bald. "You're not sentinels, who the hell are you." Gaara demands, even as he glares at the group. The one in the floating chair moves forward. "We are mutants like you. I apologize for deceiving your senses earlier, I had to ensure you weren't a sentinel. Its different to see youngsters like yourselves these days. Come further in, we can't have you freezing to death out here, and we need to close the door." He says. Something about this man told Gaara that he could be trusted, and the sand wall fell, all going back into his gourd. Gaara once again took Azure's hand. Leading her into the cave after the group of people.
Gaara looked at the girl gripping his hand, whenever she tugged on his hand and pointed at the cave, he looked iver at her. "Let me check it out first." He says softly and closes his left eye. He put his hand over his eye and the cork in the top of his gourd popped out, some of the sand leaking out and forming an eyeball. Which then floated inside the cave, so Gaara could look around. He didn't see anything or anybody, it was clear. The sand dissapted and returned to his gourd, pulling the cork back in the top of the gourd. "Its clear " He said as pulled the girl inside the cave. Unkown to Gaara, there people within the cave, one of them just happened to be telepathic and played a trick on the boy.
Gaara has the ability to control the sand he carries around in the gourd on his back, including packing it tight enough to create a bulletproof wall. The sand also protects him against aattacks, even ones he never sees coming. /center]
[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>