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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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Jack doesn't reply to the opposing pilot, opting instead to simply take advantage of the beam reflective properties of his shield's coating and kept it between him and the enemy suit's shots. Every now and then he'd fire just a little ahead of the enemy mobile suit, leading his target in an effort to inflict damage and slow down the suit so they could capture it. Any means to repair their own GN Drive suits was not something to waste.
James Varrock

Level: 3
Day/Time: Day Two
Location: Platform City-Smash Arena
Interacting: Slayer@Lugubrious
Mention: Steve@RokkuHoshi


James observed the flaming block man sprint his way and prepared to commit to his own avoidance, ignoring Slayer's jab. The Cruicible didn't allow for a one on one confrontation often if ever, you usually had at least one other Guardian providing some form of cover fire if not running up behind you to strike you in the back with their melee attack. In the end, There was no need to worry about Steve as he redirected his momentum to his creation. He built the stairs and ascended, only to have the gentleman destroy the pillar as he fell unconscious, leaving nothing but an unconscious blockman and rubble laying around. However, the dust provided the Nightstalker a prime opportunity to initiate an ambush of sorts, so he took it.

Double jumping over where he last saw Slayer, he drops a second grenade on the position, landing in a roll and pulling his Hand Cannon free of it's holster as he came to his feet and spinning to face where the grenade had gone off before fan firing the Imago Loop in a wide cone in front of him. Popping the now empty cylinder out of the mounted cylinder, he loads fresh ammo into it and flips it shut, pulling his knife free and placing the hand cannon wielding wrist on top of the knife holding one. Close combat with a knife was where Hunters shone brightest and he wasn't about to disappoint.
@Holy Soldier I think I'll skip my turn as well. Not much I can do other than have James leave his roof.
I still need to write up my post, don't I?
@Raven_Operative

Perfect. We don't need anti-tank lances!


Even though we have, like, 3.
Frank.
Ha, jokes on you, I'm not home XD
Corporal James Hunt|Down Time at Fort Breda

@everyone


James had looked up at the sound of more approaching vehicles and frowned a little at the sight of the staff car. If there were medals to be awarded, why wasn't there an official call out? Still, he had seen stranger things than officers come to inspect what other squads had started calling "The Saviors of Vasel." Hunt knew that they'd made the difference in the long run, but it was the men and women who went in first who had laid the ground work.

As he watched, one of the Lords of Gallia had stepped out and Hunt called the squad to attention, which was quickly at eased by the man who identified himself as Lord Barst, who until now, the Corporal only had a voice for. He wasted no time explaining why he was there, and each member of the squad, including their new arrivals, were given envelopes with everything they'd need for down time in the Capitol. James honestly would have preferred to get back on the front and fighting the Imps, but it was what it was. While the aid handed out their envelopes, James appraised the man in front of him, trying to figure him out.

When the Imperials began their invasion of Gallia, the noble houses of Gallia had been folded further into the military command chain and, as evidenced at Vasel, they had performed well enough that they were recognized readily as officers outside of their noble titles. James couldn't understand it, the original command structure had been doing fine, but he couldn't argue it. And as for Barst, so far the man seemed reasonable enough. When the first aid finished, the Sarge called the squad to attention once more before Barst began to hand out medals, the Vasel Service Medal. James suddenly wished he were cleaner and dressed appropriately for the small, unofficial ceremony, but it was a bit late for regrets.

When Barst called his name, James stepped forwards and was first handed a second envelope. "Keep this quiet and let the squad enjoy their Saturday. On Sunday I have a task for you. Gather the squad and follow the instructions in this letter." Confused, he offered a nod in acknowledgement and accepted his medal with a salute, stepping back and waiting for the Lord to finish before sighing. Looked like he was in charge of the squad again. He began to call the squad's attention when the insignia on the Lord's shoulder cape caught his eye, and suddenly he grew nervous. Gallian Intelligence Division? Suddenly I'm not sure I'm going to enjoy the plan for Sunday... Still, he would do as ordered. "Alright, ladies and gents. The Sarge will be going with Lord Barst, so all of you are stuck with me. You've got one hour to get cleaned up and your stuff for the weekend packed. Dismissed." As the squad dispersed, James looked at the second envelope that Barst had given him and a frown creeped onto his face. Just what was it they were really doing in the Capitol?
@Holy Soldier Your verdict on the size of Steve's ceiling? I have a hard time accepting that he can cover the entire arena given Minecraft's reach limitations.
@Zarkun, you gonna be able to lead us off here, or are you too busy? I can move us along if need be.


I can handle it. Shouldn't be too difficult after all XD
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