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4 yrs ago
Current Sometimes you spend so long looking for peace in someone else, you loose sight of that peace you can give yourself. Don't forget that guys.
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5 yrs ago
"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery. But today? Today is a gift. That is why it is called the present." -Master Oogway
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8 yrs ago
So many writing ideas, so little time to write. Being an adult sucks...
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8 yrs ago
It's the most fattening time of the year!
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9 yrs ago
There is a madness to my method. Or is there a method to my madness?
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Thank you

pokes @lugubrious

Hiya!

Would you be willing to make me a sig thingy? I found this quote "just because you took longer than others, doesn't mean you failed" and I kinda want that as it makes me feel good. But I'm unsure of what images. Maybe naruto? Might have to think.
I just think anything positive will be beneficial to me, and if I see things like that around, well it will be good


My pleasure.
On instinct, Jericho reached for his side arm, every fiber of his being screaming at him to protect the only place that had ever accepted him for who he was, but he stopped, watching the missile fly towards it's target with a clenched and shaking fist. Sneaky, no good, vile pieces of chocobo crap. When I get my hands on the person who ordered this strike... He made no verbal reply, instead opting to turn and slam his fist into the door of the car and leaving a dent in it. It was evident that he was less than pleased about loosing Trabia Garden.
Jack didn't answer Hiling right away, his mind lost reviewing the war crimes that had made Yzak such a wanted man in his own universe before he was shot down. Eventually, he turned to the green haired pain in his arse. "It's not about revenge right now, it's about practicality and my standing orders from the Earth Alliance. ZAFT aces are to be killed on sight, no exceptions." He sighs, turning back to where Yzak had been escorted off to. "But then this isn't home, so it's hard to say if I'm making the right call. As for Reve and Nena? None of my business. They get the job done when they need to and for me, that's good enough. Should they turn on us, I'll put 'em down same as I would mutineers back home, but only then. Biggest issue we face right now? We're all from different time periods and universes, with preset ideals and alliances. Much as I hate to say it, but I think whatever issues exist between every one, including you and Reve and Nena, need to be put aside until you can settle them at home."

He turns and starts to walk away, heading for the locker rooms, and then stops. "Oh, and you might want to be careful, Hiling. Betraying your inhumanness to me like you did was a rookie error." And then he walks away, entering the locker room and getting changed.
Lance Corporeal James Hunt|Battle for the Coach House



Hunt mentally cursed with each step he took, the hole in his leg reminding him that he was too damn quick to take shots for his squadmates. He had just reached the top of the stairs, surprisingly quietly as Sykora messed with the door knob. He expected bullets to fly in response, but they never came. Instead, the Imperial Sergeant called out. "Soldiers of Gallia, you have won! We are no longer in a position to resist you and are prepared to surrender. I only ask that you would treat those under my command with the respect and rights granted to them by the Continental Treaty." James stood there a moment, unsure of what to do. Damn it, we're not in a position to handle prisoners right now and we've no idea if there are Imperial reinforcements already on their way here. Acting on a gut instinct, he stepped up.

"Sergeant, this is Lance Corporeal Hunt of the Gallian Militia. As a show of good faith, come unlock and open the door unarmed and we'll do what we can to give your men the proper treatment." He turned to the three Stormtroopers behind him, gauging their various reactions. "And if he tries anything, light him up. But ONLY if he tries something. We aren't war criminals."
Barlour City-Joining the race



Wrath was prepared to cross blades with the Half-Demon upstart, but he sensed a shift in the mood of the city, almost at the same time the half-demon took off. Hell and the humans must have been aware of what was here, and he could only trust one of those two factions to keep the seal in one peace. "Let him go, Sage. We've got bigger fish to fry." Turning towards the sewer access point, he hurried to it and threw the lid off, the strength of said throw leaving it stuck in a nearby wall. "There's a Seal here we can't let Hell beat us to or things are gonna get a lot hotter for everyone. Feel free to follow me down."

Raising Rage Bringer, he slammed the tip into the ground and made the hole larger so he could jump down, which he promptly did and took off towards the strongest Demon readings in the underground labyrinth. If the Sage had followed, he would glance at him before snorting and looking away. "You know, just because the kid's part demon doesn't mean he's bad. Sure, he had a bad attitude, but nothing else to prove he was evil." The demonic presences were getting closer and he gripped Rage Bringer's hilt a little tighter.

He focused, and as he rounded a corner, brought his great sword around in an arc, cleaving the heads off of two Hideous that were there. "Here's hoping there's something stronger than that down here." He stood up straight and rested the blade on his shoulder. Where he could sense the strongest demon presence going was likely the Seal, and Uriel would kick the Nephilim's ass if anything went south.
Pokes @zarkun

Did you do your sig or someone else? I want one made for my phone


Lugu did my sig.
It's Friday Eve, people are preparing for the storm.


But seriously, I'm about to pass out.


You're good mate, I'll get the ball rolling for us again.
@Slypheed Waiting on you mate.
Gonna wait on Lmp, since he now has...8? Eight blades aimed at him.
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