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| Archeological Contracts (Open); Open Thread for Improptu RPing | |
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| ~Qualanx~ | Jul 1 2009, 02:36 PM Post #11 |
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The Ignored
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After several moments of wandering about the camp (And receiving rather hostile glances from the guards), still looking for anything similar to a base of operations, Hukkal saw a woman storm out of a tent. He figured this was Tholburn. Tholburn looked nothing like what he had imagined. In his mind, Tholburn was more likely to have been a stoic entity, wearing fancy clothing, most likely female. He was correct on the female part, but how she conducted herself was quite unprofessional in the 'eyes' of the Esvogg. Making his way over to the spectacle, and noticing just how many mercs and hunters had been employed on the job, he listened. "Oh, H-hello, are you the Hunters that signed up for this?" Hukkal did not respond, in his mind, thinking this question was more or less rhetorical, because if they hadn't signed up, why in the grand name of the cosmos would they be here on this desolate pebble? A moment later, he nodded, a matrix of red lines pulsing down his neck, and then disappearing. After the others had introduced themselves, Hukkal broke his silence. "Hukkal Okim. Esvogg." He hissed, a metallic thumping noise audible as he pronounced the 'k' noises in his name. "I will likely be useful for nearly any task you have me do." Hukkal paused, "Save paperwork." The Esvogg's blank head crackled red static for a moment, and something that could be called a face, consisting of three red lines in a spoked triad, manifested. Edited by Qualanx, Jul 1 2009, 02:37 PM.
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Jul 1 2009, 11:09 PM Post #12 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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The Arctic Storm floated above the white-sand world as Travis stood up for a moment to yawn, the interface of the cockpit displaying landing calculations along with a few bits of miscellaneous information, including a map of what few settlements were currently on the planet and wind readouts. Travis was glad to see that there were currently no potential hazards near his current destination, which was a relief. Of course, that was only accounting for natural hazards; the more treacherous part of the job was always outside the ship. Sitting back down, he once again strapped himself in and took hold of the controls, closing out a couple of the holoscreen windows. Pressing a couple buttons, the bounty hunter began to guide the ship to the planet below. -------------------------------------------------------- A streak of red could be seen in the atmosphere as the Arctic Storm flew into the desert sky and slowly began to decelerate, descending and kicking up a moderate trail of sand behind it. Travis navigated the area until he found the camp, but instead of landing right there, he instead flew to cleft overlooking the sight nearby and decided to land there instead. Shutting the engines down and slowly floating to the earth below, Travis heard a "vwrrr" sound indicating the antigravity field below the ship had been disturbed. The Arctic Storm had landed successfully. Looking out over the bright sands to the campsite from the cockpit window, he saw that there were already three other ships that had arrived, which naturally meant that he now had company. Soon enough, he would arrive to join them, and he would find out the company he was keeping for this contract. "Constantine," Travis spoke through the helmet, looking at nobody in particular as he lowered the ramp to the ship. "if anybody comes close to the ship and I'm not with them, give them a vocal warning to stay away before firing a warning shot. Nobody is allowed near this area alone without my permission." "Well naturally, Travis." The old man seemed to think it regulatory. "I'm not just going to let anyone walk up to the ship, I think you would know this." He couldn't help but grin for no particular reason. "Well, just making sure in case you forget, 'old man'." "I've a memory like an elephant, Travis, and naturally in a place like this I would have done that anyway. This is dangerous space." "Thanks." He said as he walked down the ramp, stepping onto the cliff face. Travis was never a showoff by nature, but it had been awhile since he had really experienced any great heights. He took a look off the edge, took a few steps back, and dashed with a forward arcing leap into a somersault, landing 20 feet below on one knee as though it didn't even effect him. And in reality with his tough body in addition to the suit, he really didn't feel any pain. If anything, that felt *good*. Standing up, he made his way over a few small dunes and made his way to the entry of the camp. And as with any number of people wherever he went, a few of the guards eyed his metal-clad form. One of guards stopped him as he approached, brow rising behind a pair of shaded glasses. The guard’s hand rested on the trigger handle as he stood down and looked upon the armored newcomer. “Who the hell are you…?” The man muttered through his slightly parched throat, looking over Travis’ suit inquisitively. “I’m Deadeye Clark, I’m here for the job.” Was the bounty hunter’s simple, straightforward reply. “Yeah? Well Mr. Clark, we’ll just have to see about that…” He walked down the dune he was standing on and cupped his free hand to his mouth. “MARTY! NEED A FACT CHECK ON ONE “DEADEYE CLARK”! WE HAVE ANYONE BY THAT NAME COMING?” There was a reply from one of the tents. “Give me a sec… yeah, as a matter of fact, we do. Does he have this custom armor on him? Fed emblem on the chest?” (Of course, that’s the downer to having distinctive armor,) Travis thought to himself. It made him too easy to recognize at times. But then again, he wasn’t exactly trying to hide. “YEAH! WHAT ABOUT THE CONTRACT, THOUGH?” “Oh? Uh… yeah, gimme a sec. …………………. Yeah. That’s him.” The other voice finished. “Oh… uh… well then, Mr. Clark, go right on in, Dr. Tholburn is probably in the coordination tent,” he said as he finally relaxed his hand from the trigger and pointed at a tent right in the center of the dig. Taking a moment, Travis scanned the surrounding area to see what it was like; he didn’t know how long this job was going to be, so he might as well familiarize himself with the vicinity. However, it appeared something of interest was going on in front of the tent itself, and judging from the figures surrounding a young brunette woman, Travis’ gut feeling told him they were probably his “coworkers” for this contract. They were an interesting group, but there was one that really caught his eye. The armor and the body shape should have been signs enough, but it was the matter of technology he was clad in that caught his attention. There was no mistaking it as he scanned the armor. (A Chozo… what would one of them be doing here?) He had seen a Chozo before, a voyaging bird known as Kalos. But this one was surely different; this wasn’t the same powered suit his friend used. But that was a matter for another time, because as these thoughts went through Travis’ head in a matter of seconds, it became clear as to who the brunnete really was. He walked up and joined the gathering. “Dr. Tholburn, I’m going to assume?” Travis greeted as he extended an armored hand. “A pleasure to meet you.” |
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| +CEMP+ | Jul 1 2009, 11:34 PM Post #13 |
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Clockwork Master
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Jenosa's ship was farther away from the destination than some of the other hunters were, but made some surprising good time getting there. This was because her ship's FTL engines had been replaced with a hybrid of the sorts, thanks to the help of a friend in Confederation space. It essentially a combination between a jump drive and a Confederation warp core (A tech that the Confeds prided a bit for having actually built on their own than trying to reverse engineer). Although not instantaneous, warp cores (Not to completely mistaken for the same shape, although the concept might be similar. THERE ARE NO WARP COILS) do provide a constant speed once they're charged, and proper sensors allowed for the ship to detect anything unusual that might be at their destination. As the core is in operation, the part that does the jumping charges; once done, the ship will interrupt the warp and jump. Hence, even while the ship is waiting for the next jump, it's still cutting down a great amount of travel with warp. Granted, it did take a bit more energy that either process alone, the deal was well worth it. Even so, a trip was a trip, and Jenosa did have to wait a bit. She actually spent a small hour exercising in an aft compartment retrofitted as a personal gym. She did the usual, mundane exercise and stretching to keep herself in shape, but after a good half of the exercise, she put on her bio-suit. Simple physical exercise barely did anything to keep that 'metaphysical' muscle of her in shape. It was a distinct, unique trait of her that she had acquired a long time ago, and while she couldn't fully describe how it work, it was what operated a lot of her suits functions; namely speaking, her weapons and defense. It was almost like her suit became a biological aspect of her self, really. The 'muscle' part would mainly come from manipulating her gauntlets and the energy it wield, which she did during her exercise. As she finished up, a voice, sounding old but still clearly audible, commented out of the ship's speakers. "Y'know," he admitted, "I hate to say this, but your, but your body's interface with but a prototype version of the bio-suit is impressive." Jenosa made a small scoff, "It's nothing, Derad." "Perhaps," he replied thoughtfully, "but there are...a few unusual feats you've done before. I doubt I need to recall them." Jenosa merely nodded, her long ponytail waving about as she did. She had indeed puled off a 'trick' or two, one which was considered impossible, even with the confederations newest bio-suits. To her, she did what she had to do, driven and aided by a instincts that felt all too related towards her knack for on-the-fly strategies. Granted, there had been some shock from one trick she had done, but that was to save a person's life. She didn't find anything impressive about it, although she did take a bit of pride in her unique talents. Derad's standpoint, however, was more of scientific fascination. Which was exactly the reason why he had grudgingly come along; aside from acting as her 'doctor.' "Must we do this sort of business," the professor complained. Jenosa gave an exasperated sigh, "Look, we've been over this before. I don't like my freedom impeded, and I sure as heck not going to stick around a lab; and you attested to having a perfect understanding on that. What's there to explain?" "It's not that," Derad retorted, "It's why do you have to pick this line of work, which can possibly put us on the fringes of the galaxy and largely involves chance." "Bicker bicker bicker. It's because I like being adventurous, so deal with it." "I am adventurous, it's- "Just you don’t like having your head as a target," she finished for him. "Your just adventurous in the name of science. Me, I take names, kick ass, and then give them back without anyone noticing," she spoke with a wry smile. The professor sighed over the intercom, giving up on the argument. This was going to be a fascinating day indeed. ------------ Jenosa's blue cruiser was fairly standard, bearing resemblance towards most common ship. She was a ground runner, so she wasn't crazy on going gong-ho on a ship fight; she just needed to get out of one. And hers was customized to do that. Descending, the ship's A.I. took the opportunity to search for a landing zone near the sight. "Parking" appeared to be a little limited, but she was lucky enough to find a spot and quickly head out to the field on her own. Her appearence there caught quite a few eyes, which wasn’t surprising to her. Aside from her blue suit that made her stand out amongst the barren waste, there was her natural beauty, a trait that she had gotten used to over the years. She held a lithe but athletic build that she proudly kept healthy; and her red, long hair that was punddled up in a ponytail, swaying gracefully in the air as she moved, was probably what grabbed people's attention. Some were indeed wondering who she was, because, while she had holster two handguns, she did carry a deamenor like that of a regular civilian. It was difficult for most people to notice the enthusiastic glint for action hinted in her greens eyes. (Pictures of her can be found HERE and HERE). She noticed how the place was already filling up with people that stood out much like her; no doubt mercenaries or bounties hunters like her. She heard Derad some sort insensitive comment about them in general over her comms unit, though the scientist was himself was no where to be seen at all. However, one particular hunter caught her eye, and that appeared to be a bird covered in a suit of armor (Z'Gato), "Hey, you seem familiar. Have we met?" Edited by CEMP, Jul 2 2009, 02:45 PM.
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~The Boss~ | Jul 3 2009, 11:51 AM Post #14 |
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Native Son
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Nick watched the bounty hunters arrive through his binoculars. He and Grace were up in the hills overlooking the dig site. There was plenty of cover up here, with all the rocks and scattered brush. It was the perfect place for Grace to set up once they got going. "How many they got down there?" Grace asked. She sat leaning up against a rock, playing with her lighter. "About a dozen mercs n' a whole lotta civilians, plus maybe ten or so hunters." Nick was only guessing at the numbers. Ostensibly he was supposed to be checking the layout of the place, see what kind of defenses they would be up against when they got this operation going. Truth be told, however, he was mostly just staring at Dr. Tholburn's legs. "Oh baby..." he muttered. "Would I love to do some excavatin' up in there." Grace snapped her lighter shut and stared at him, open-mouthed. "Could you not be a complete pig for like, ten minutes?" she said. "Would that be too much to ask?" Nick only snickered, then went back to the binoculars. Now he had noticed Jenosa. "Well, Hello there, Miss Arma. This job goes south, I hope she's the one who catches and interrogates me." By this time, Grace had heard enough. She snatched the binoculars away from Nick and took a look for herself, only she was actually checking out the layout of the camp rather than ogling members of the opposite sex. she took particular interest in the hunters, reasoning that they could probably pick off the mercs fairly easily. "Hey, that's Travis Clark," she said. "Say what now?" Nick said. "Thought that boy was dead." "Nope. He's very much alive." She chuckled softly. "You said there was gonna be some heavy hitters here, didn't you?" Nick nodded, reaching for the duffel bag. "You still up for this?" "Hell yeah," Grace replied. "You ready?" |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Jul 3 2009, 02:26 PM Post #15 |
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Starfeather
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While Doctor Tholburne was busy shaking hands and acknowledging introductions, busily pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose every time they came loose, Z'Gato looked at each of the Hunters in turn, but said little. Very little. "Set," One of them said, offering a hand. Z'Gato merely looked at the hand, idly raising the cannon that occupied his right hand. "Z'Gato," He said, his deep voice emulated by his suit's voicebox. He left the conversation at that, when all of a sudden, a human female walked up to him. "Hey, you seem familiar. Have we met?" She asked. Z'Gato merely stared at her, the visor on his helmet oddly reflecting her visage back to her. "Jenosa Arma. I've heard of you, but we've never met," He said, not offering a hand to shake. Once again, he didn't say much, he was mostly interested in investigating the ruins when at all possible. He didn't like being near so many people either. Call him antisocial. "I-Its a pleasure to meet all of you..." Doctor Tholburne said, obviously nervous to be around so many armoured individuals. Not to mention deadly. "I-I appreciate the speed that you all have responded. We've--we've been having a lot of p-problems with raiders lately...stealing and sh--shooting..." She said, apparently exceedingly nervous. "It-Its g-gotten to the point--oh, c-could you please excuse me...?" She said, her face absolutely red in the face and she ducked back into the tent, obvious to collect her bearings. "...Her shyness is going to get someone killed," Z'Gato muttered, only loud enough for perhaps Jenosa to hear. |
Marching to the Black Gates...
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| ~SaintlyTurkey~ | Jul 3 2009, 03:48 PM Post #16 |
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BONEITIS!
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Set sighed as Z'Gato turned away, and again when Tholbrun ran back into the tent. Rassi and Declan were laughing, probably at Tholburn, and the Chozo was muttering under his breath. Set scratched his bandaged head as he looked at the other mercs. Some red haired chick, a goon in armour, another chick in police armour, and a weird pitch black thing that was kind of sickening to look at. Of course, the other hunters personal hygeine was a bit off putting to Set. Although he bathed fairly often, he never took his clothes off whilst doing so. He sighed uncomfortably and shifted his jacket and ammo belts, hoping the smell wasn't off putting to the others. He looked down at his battered shoes, and padded his jacket again, realising he was unarmed. "Say, everyone... anyone got a spare gun? Knife? Anything I could use? S'long as it don' start no fires." |
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| ~Qualanx~ | Jul 3 2009, 04:39 PM Post #17 |
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The Ignored
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"Say, everyone... Anyone got a spare gun? Knife? Anything I could use? S'long as it don' start no fires." Hukkal's head pivoted at a disturbing speed and locked into place, directly facing Set. "...You wear belts of ammunition, and have no weapons to fire said ammunition." Hukkal hissed, clicking in disdain. "That makes positively no sense." A small cloud, black in appearance, left Hukkal's retracted shoulder-mounted cannon, from a small glowing red port at the back. The black cloud surrounded a small heap of sand, and after a few moments of faint clicking, scraping and an eventual tone, a shimmering black dagger had appeared. The cloud re-entered Hukkal's cannon, and the Esvogg then proceeded to hold it out to Set. "A gift, in the essence of good will." |
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| ~SaintlyTurkey~ | Jul 4 2009, 03:45 AM Post #18 |
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BONEITIS!
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"Mos' excellent my friend, Mos' excellent!" Set said warmly as he took the blade. He held it out at arms length as he pulled his mirrored goggles up. Shielding his lidless eyes from dust with his free hand, he examined the dagger. The whole thing was a shimmering black. There was no difference in materials between the handle and the blade, and it was quite light. Lighter than a metal one would be in any case. That probably meant it was quite weak. He pulled his goggles back down and still held the dagger at arms length, his index finger and thumb gripping it by the top of the handle. When it didn't explode, or release poison, or call in a satellite laser strike, he held it properly. He then tried snapping it over his knee. "Ah, and these bullets? Ceremonial. Even if I had a- God Damn it!" He'd accidentally cut his hand, trying to break the dagger. He shook his hand a couple of times, sending a few droplets of blood flying. The dagger was in one piece, and wasn't even bent. Satisfied, he pocketed the dagger. "Well, as I were sayin', even if I had a gun to fire these things, they wouldn't fire in a million years. Hell, if they would, I probably wouldn't be standing here right now." As he spoke he rubbed his bandaged scalp with his unwounded hand. He glanced over to the tent. Tholburn was still inside presumably. "Where the hell she gone anyway? I thought she wanted mercs?" |
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| ~Shin-Ra~ | Jul 4 2009, 02:26 PM Post #19 |
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The Other Guy
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The small craft shuddered violently as flames crept across the narrow windows of the cockpit, briefly obscuring the barren surface of Gamma 79 from view before the shuttle flipped in the air to point it’s main engines downwards to slow it’s decent. The Talyn had little in the way of maneuverability, weapons or armour but the recently upgraded main engines gave it the advantage of outstripping most snubfighters and ship’s half it’s size. Even if some of the more basic maneuvers had to be done to prevent the ship’s own speed turning it into a metal fireball as it passed into the atmosphere. Not taking his eyes off the masses of data displayed on the screens in front of him the pilot slowly, almost cautiously, reached up and boosted the signal. “I did not catch that last part, repeat please” Ra said distractedly as he continually made very minute adjustments to the position of the ship to prevent it flipping or spiraling out of control. “I said that we should only contact one another once you’re break back through the atmosphere,” Shin’s loud irritable voice broke through the white noise and static interfering with the link “I’m reading a lot of mercenary ships heading towards the dig, if it IS an archeological dig that is. I really don’t know why you’re so interested in this, that new lab on Trallis five has begun developing a number of very useful-“ “Because we are starting to attract attention from the authorities,” Ra interrupted trying to keep the conversation short to prevent anyone tracking the signals back to either ship “the Lightbringer is too noticeable and after that stunt on the last planet its nav-scan array is too short ranged to tell if there is a ship tailing us whenever we leave port. If what we have heard is true then any data or reports of advanced technology we find here will allow us to return to Commonwealth space, no more backtracking rumors across border worlds, no more being used by crime lords, no more hiding from every Federation patrol in the same system as us.” He added that last part as an afterthought remembering Shin’s endless complaints to being used in a bank raid then having to narrowly avoid several Federation gunships disabling the Lightbringer’s engines after they were detected. The ship’s hull still bore the markings despite the various repairs they had made to try and fix the multiple hull breaches. There was a slight pause as Shin undoubtedly ran a probability check to see if what Ra was saying was correct or not “Very well” he said reluctantly “but make this short, I’ll keep the ship on the edge of the system until you return.” “Copy that” “Oh, and before you sign off Ra, don’t get into any more fist fights. Most unenhanced humans aren’t supposed to be capable of driving their arms through one side of a person’s chest and out the other.” Ra laughed humorlessly, “noted” then killed the comm. channel. ------------- The Talyn circuited high around the dig twice before flying in and landing on the edge of the landing zone which most of the other spacecraft seemed to have parked. Compared to those already there the shuttle looked ridiculous, little more than a pair of bulbous engines with a cockpit mounted above the nose. Pulling a dark cape over the white armour he wore Ra made his way towards where most of the hunters who’d already arrived seemed to be gathering. Edited by Shin-Ra, Jul 4 2009, 03:42 PM.
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| +CEMP+ | Jul 4 2009, 06:05 PM Post #20 |
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Clockwork Master
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"Jenosa Arma. I've heard of you, but we've never met," He said, not offering a hand to shake. Jenosa furrowed a brow, clearly displeased with the lack of introduction. "At the very least, you could have mentioned name," she muttered under her breath. Her ear piece crackled and Derad's gruff, old voice, only audible to her, asked, "Are many of the hunters you know that introverted?" Jenosa turned around so the armored hunter wouldn't hear. Instead of speaking out loud, which would make her look rather suspicious, she just responded via the nervous systems-to-suit interface. "Noo, trust me when I met my plenty of hunters than him. He's just the biggest example of favorite stereotypes." She spoke the word 'Favorite' with a drip of sarcasm. She listened to Tholburne talk, finding herself not surprised by the woman's nervousness. She looked to be an academic book worm of the sort, and that was fine by her; as long as she got the pay and not too much of a hassle. And she did catch the bird man's muttering; which immediately got right under her skin. She immediately broke into a walk, purposely bumping him with her shoulder into the name, bird face as she spoke in a sarcastic agreement, "Yeah...I hope it's you." She walked on, appearing to ignore him, as if she had said nothing “I take back what I said before. This guy goes down to a whole new level,” “I see that’s another thing was can agree on,” the professor remarked in her earpiece She walked over to the man who wore what looked to a sort of modified Federation armor; and the young woman in the police armor not far from him. She tapped the guy on the shoulder and suggested, “The hilly, rocky terrain around this camp make nice hiding spots. Check ‘em out while I give our scared client a small pep talk.” She didn’t wait for them to respond; she wasn’t giving orders, but a nice suggestion. She poked her head in the tent and called out, “Apologies if I appear to be barging in, but I think it might be wise for us have a quick chat.” She gave her a friendly smirk. |
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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