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.
Honestly whatever fits in to the setting. A pilot, or a grey jedi are both tempting to me.
Seems like Alf here already said hi, but let me start with saying thanks for the interest! The good thing about this setting is that there is a pretty wide margin of characters that would really fit in.
A pilot or a grey jedi (Maybe even both? Can have more than one skillset) would fit in pretty well honestly. If you want have any questions that might help you figure out what kind of character you want to play, feel free to message me! I can either chat on RPG or on Discord, whichever works for you.
As she asked her question of clarification, the black widow earned herself a confused look from the young man. He was fairly certain that he had just explained the circumstances of his escape. But she seemed sure of herself as if she wanted him to re-explain the circumstances of his escape yet again. She didn't seem to be budging on the whole 'check to see if you're not HYDRA' thing, and so Roman settled in for the long haul. Hopefully not all that long though, this damn limiter really was starting to make him feel sick to his stomach. As much as this interview was going on, Roman was fairly certain it would be mutually agreeable to both to finish up the thing before the limiters actually made him get sick. If they did go that far.
"Like I said, Captain America himself saved us all. Got rid of the grenade the Chitauri were going to use, and defeated the bastards. Then after he left, local police forces came by and protected us in the bank until the battle was over and we could be safely evacuated." He said, going into a bit more detail than he had previously in case that was what the Black Widow had been fishing for just now. After a few moments, he let out a small sigh and sat back in the chair, wondering what came next. He more wanted to get back to work, and definitely write down a bit more details on his whole time travel experience. He wanted to try to remember the details of how they made Time Travel work, at least before the experience was far enough off that he forgot the mechanics of it all.
"Is there anyway I can do something to help with... everything?" She said quickly as she started to walk after Zeke. Seeing as he didn't seem to need to do any major healing, but more or less knew what was going on around camp at the moment. Plus, he was kinda nice to her so she wanted to try to help him out. Especially after that attack, since she got the odd feeling that wasn't exactly a regular occurence at the camp. At least she certainly hoped it wasn't.
Clutching her little spellbook close to her chest, she was happy she had started to figure out a bit of how she could use it. It was super cool shooting out a fireball to help protect her friends instead of feeling completely useless! As Jade walked along next to Zeke waiting for his response on what exactly she could really do to help out. She wondered if she would eventually be able to learn more about different spells. Could she learn how to heal or protect others from getting hurt, or even permanent sight instead of having to cast alot? That would be really nice.
He almost wondered if he should just blurt out something about the whole... time travel stuff. They had done it, and that part still amazed the man, but honestly he just felt like... off. After going through everything in the old world, then suddenly being snapped back to a seemingly normal world, it struck him as odd. Of course, there was also the fact that he had helped save the world and yet he was stuck here. Doing this shit. Roman wanted to get this over with more than anything, not that he was nervous or angry they made him do it. He was more annoyed, and certainly not fond of how having his abilities limited really made him feel.
Looking at the Black Widow across from him, he wondered exactly what she was trying to play at here. He knew damn well that the woman across from him didn't need the polygraph to tell he was lying. She could easily read him like a book, she was trained in this shit. Not to mention that compared to some peers at SHIELD, Roman was an absolutely horrid liar. After a long sigh, he looked at her. "Look, I don't want to waste your time here with my emotional background. We both know you can read me better than any polygraph, and frankly the way the inhibitors make me feel while they're suppressing my abilities is... not fun. I'm not Hydra. Never have been, never will be." He said firmly. "My parents died trying to protect me during the Battle. The Avengers couldn't be everywhere, they tried to distract the Chitauri to let us all escape. Aliens got them. They cornered us and were going to use a grenade, before Captain America saved us all. So I joined SHIELD. Protect everybody else, Avengers can't be everywhere like I said." He finished, hoping that was enough for the Black Widow.
Jade was feeling pretty damn proud of herself, all things being truly considered. She had managed to show up and scorch three of those bastards. She had helped out and not been totally useless! The girl was practically beaming as she looked around to see if anybody had noticed. But it seemed that they hadn't and Zeke was busy with... oh no. Somebody was wounded. She was certain she didn't have anything that could help with that, but still the girl moved a little bit towards the two.
Of course, she was staying out of their way. There truly wasn't much she could do as the girl watched on. Yet, she found herself wishing there was something she could do to help her fellow camper. She didn't really know who they are by any measure, but still getting injured by one of those things really had to suck quite a bit. For now, she just stayed where she was and watched on in silence. Though if help was needed for whatever reason, the young girl was motr than happy to hop in and help out.
So it was polygraph time? Every good agent's favorite time of the workday, he was certain. Nothing quite made one's day go from meh, to absolutely stellar like being grilled about stupid things while a machine that was only correct a fraction of the time tried to tell them if you were lying. But here he was, being the lucky agent who had to waste his time with this crap when he could have been doing literally anything that didn't involve being grilled about how he shot his lover by a very scary woman. His disdain certainly did show on the agent's face as they got set up, though thankfully he was able to hold his tongue on the whole stream of sarcasm that had crossed his mind at first.
Then they placed the bracelet on him and suddenly everything felt heavy and stiff. A small curse left his lips from the... exceedingly uncomfortable feeling of his powers being nullified. Roman glared at the thing for a long few moments as if attempting to will it off of him. Eventually, he let out a long sigh before sitting back in his chair. "Still wager I could get this thing off given some time. Either way." He said before pausing long enough that there would be a clean slate on the polygraph readings so they could establish a baseline. "Agent Roman Carter, Born in London." He said calmly, just wishing for the damned debrief to be over already.
The girl was angry, that much was for certain. Everybody was off seeing what the hell was going on around this damn camp, and she was stuck back in her cabin. It was truly a good thing that nobody else was really around since it meant that nobody was there to hear the steadily-flowing obscenities flowing from Jade's mouth. Screams, curses, the whole parade of very colorful language that flowed freely from her and would certainly put a blush on most sailors if they had heard. With an irritated sigh, the girl ran her fingers through her hair before moving towards her spellbook and scooping it up. With a small curse, she cast the same spell as before, and thankfully it worked this time. She could see again!
Running with everything that was within her soul, she dashed quickly in the direction of the barrier. Arriving not long after, she saw that the group had managed to take down some of the monsters, leaving only 7 standing still. Jade knew what she had to do, given that she had no clue how to use a weapon. She opened her spellbook as red, flame-like greek letters began to form around her wrist and behind the spellbook. The book itself suspended in the air next to her by the runes, while Jade uttered a single, soft work in ancient greek from the book. From her extended left hand, a ball of flame formed and surged forward at a blind speed. Tearing past her fellows and slamming down in between three of the Empousa. With a mighty roar it caused a small explosion and covered the three beasts in flame, the flash of bright light starting to fade as the monsters themselves were reduced to dust from her attack.
The man knew why he had been summoned here, at this early hour in the morning. However, it was not something that he overly looked forward to handling. He had never particularly enjoyed debriefs, and with the topic of this next debrief he knew full well that he would be dealing with sensitive topics at hand. As he saw the woman approaching him, Roman's eyes went wide. He immediately knew who the beautiful woman before him was, and also knew that typically when she was involved in wasn't exactly a good thing. He was going to die today, he thought with a dark humor as he followed along silently.
Whenever she began to speak, Roman's face clearly displayed a flash of anger. Sitting across from her, he shook his head in response to the woman. "Do not thank me for my service. I killed the woman I loved and failed to save the rest of my team. By no merit does that mean I have done any service worth thanking." He shot back quickly, as it became increasingly clear that Roman directly blamed himself for the tragedy. Without much of waiting for a response, he began to explain the circumstances that led to his team's deaths. Starting from the moment HYDRA was discovered within Shield, and ending with the death of the mole. Hopefully, that would be enough for Shield.
Hearing the horns and what her sibling said they meant, Jade's eyes went wide as if trying to perceive something despite the darkness she saw not changing a bit. After a few moments she muttered some soft words that only made sense to another spellcaster, as a small ring of glowing greek letters appeared around her fingers for a few brief moments before disappearing as she tried to activate the spell to see once more. Unfortunately, things did not go as planned while the poor girl was under pressure. Instead, she could only really see the outlines of various objects as opposed to the color and details from earlier.
With a small huff of irritation, she looked towards the shape she knew to be her sibling. "I'm going back to the stupid cabin. My spell isn't working and I don't wanna be near danger when I can barely see." She said softly, before standing up and marching out of the dining pavilion with anger clear on her face. The girl stormed her way back towards her cabin, slamming the door open as she marched further inside and threw herself heavily upon her bunk. Looking over, she noticed the spellbook gift from her mother and in a sudden flash of anger hurled it across the cabin. "What the hell is the point of that fucking book if I can't even see enough to be useful!?" The teenager screamed at the nobody in particular, just the empty cabin. Perhaps she was angry at the being that had given her the book, yet it seemed to only taunt her as she couldn't use anything in the damn thing. Or, perhaps, she was angry at herself for not meeting her own high expectations.
[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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