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OOC: *falls over* Siege? BWA? I'm confused....-.-; *bangs head on table* Physics must have absorbed my mind...blasted scientific notation for numbers that don't exist...decahelowhat now? ---

Athenos smiled. 'If that is what people say, then what people say is true. Our horses have the finest and most pure bloodlines that can be obtained.' Athenos patted Fieleth, who nudged him softly back. 'Which leaves you with a highly intelligent breed of horses that run faster than the wind itself...' Fieleth whinnied his approval and pawed the ground Elysan laughed softly and patted Fieleth's neck again. 'May I ask where I can purchase one of these magnificant creatures?' Athenos exhaled, thinking. 'About a week and a half travelling north east will bring you to the desert. A half a week later travelling through the desert and you should reach my people. There you can purchase a fine steed if you are deemed pure.' 'Oh..' Athenos chuckled, 'From your countenance it seems you are running away from something and not exactly willing to go that far out of the way for a means of escape.' Elysan nodded slowly, 'You could say that...you could say that...' Athenos finished checking the saddle bags on Fieleth. He took another glance at Elysan. She was rocking on the heels of her feet, her eyes seemed only interested in the dust at her feet. Athenos sighed. This conversation was not going to be ended anytime soon. 'Elysan,' he said brightly, 'would you care to ride Fieleth?' Fieleth snorted, 'that is to say if Fieleth himself doesn't mind.'

[quote][i]Originally posted by Harlequin[/i] [b][color=red][/color][/b][/quote] [quote][i]Originally posted by Ravenstorture[/i] [b][color=green][/color][/b][/quote] ;_______________; I had some idea, but not this much of an idea. I suppose if this was told to me irl I most likely would have sat mildly overwhelmed and doing a remarkable representation of a village idiot. ------ [b]Who am I in my own mind?[/b] I am myself, obviously. Years of sitting around at primary school by myself and only occaisionally being with friends has enabled me to gain the remarkable ability to hold long and lengthy conversations with myself and distort the world around me and create life around me as I will. But then I blink, and the world vanishes. Even today I do this, I think, zone out as it were, and morph the world to my liking, bringing up something into vision and playing out a scene before my eyes. A dream just remembered. Painful dreams pop up with the bad, the painful ones seem to be increasing, my head actually burns after the painful display of my bleeding corpse being thrown out the window. Not surprisingly it becomes a bit of a drag. But it can also be an inspiration at times. Hence 'SYF.' [b]Who am I to others?[/b] Hopefully I'm a friend. I would not know where I'd be without my friends. Life simply would not exist. My existence would pale even further from the bleak shade of grey. Thanks to those around me you could say my life is a vibrant array of colours, mostly orange. Now you know why I like it so much, it reflects how I feel, how I want to feel. Unfortunately I'm more of a take person when it comes to emotions. Again, thanks to Rangeville, I was an emotionally unbalanced kid. Sometimes I'd just burst into tears under the slightest pressure. Life sucked about 60% of the time there. But, again, it left me without the ability to appropriately generate any meagre form of emotional comfort. Other than my friends I'm mostly badly introverted and shy. Conversation had to be generated for me, and even if it was, it was rather forced. Ribbing and teasing really hurts a kid, Gabbinbar started off as yet another blight on my little rollercoaster of life. But then I got a friend. A first, [b]true[/b] friend. Michael. You could say he was a God from the A-crowders that descended to my lowly depths. He helped me grow you could say. My last few years of primary school was enjoyable, really enjoyable. Seeing as I'm already rambling, might as well let the ride go on. Highschool came with its ups and its downs. It started off on a real low, 'Hicks' found me. I don't know, it must be an inherent gene or something to pick up on the quiet kid with glasses. Odd though, I didn't [i]have[/i] glasses when Highschool arrived. I was out on a limb on the tallest tree and someone cut the branch. Gradually though friends appeared, don't ask me why it happened; I was hopeless at any form of conversation, I practically lived in the library because it was the only place I wasn't tormented. I dunno, I found myself some brothers in arms and the rest is history. Thanks to some serious emotional and social development I'm a normal guy, Rangeville is behind me and I'm better for it. I now have a real group of friends and I wouldn't be here without them. [b]How would I rather people saw me?[/b] As I am. Nothing more, nothing less. I am Liam, vaguely amusing at times, evil sense of humour when I try, outspoken thanks to a real benificiary kick in the pants in grade 10, and dashingly handsome if I do say so myself...

The man before Athenos wilted and lay on the floor, making laboured raspy sounds. Athenos knelt down to help him and the heat vanished. The man wasn't in the least happy to see Athenos, not even when Athenos tried to help him. Athenos backed off when the man took a lazy swipe at him. 'Back off....back off...ba...' The man lay still where he was. Athenos leaned closer, listening intently for a heartbeat. There was one. He had merely fainted. Feeling much more at ease, Athenos made his way down the staircase and our of the post, ignoring offers for breakfast from a shady looking dealer. 'Fieleth!' Athenos whistled while walking around. 'Who's Fieleth?' The feminine voice behind him said. Athenos faced the voice as Fieleth trotted up beside him. 'This,' he said, 'is Fieleth. The woman, elven from the ears and the fresh forest smell, wandered over to Fieleth and patted his mane softly. 'Impressive horse for a human priest, aren't you supposed to be riding a donkey or something?' Athenos raised an eyebrow. 'Priest? What do you mean?' The elf motioned to his garb and bald head. 'Ah,' said Athenos, 'I see. Well then, I'd like to inform you I am not. I am Athenos of the Desert people you refer to as the Azracs and I'm pleased to make your acquaintance miss..?' 'Elsyan' Athenos smiled warmly and put out his hand. 'Pleased to meet you Miss Elsyan.' The elf eyed his hand warily, the intense heat still on her mind. The stirring memories of legends of the Azra peoples didn't bode well either... Athenos shrugged and dropped his hand, busying himself with the stirrups on Fielith.

Well I have a little brother Blair, who you all have met. He has his moments where he drives me nuts, but otherwise he's ok to get along with. I'm just dreading when he hits the teenage years. O.o; Good thing I won't be spending much of that time with him. Ah...one year of Highschool with him and then I'm down in Brisbane. ^^ -- I also have an older brother from my Dad's first marriage to...a not nice lady...she kept my older brother out of spite from my Dad after maxing out the credit cards, emptying his bank account, taking the other car...moving alll the furniture and otherwise out of the house all while he was working that day... ahem. Anyhoo I haven't seen him in about six years...for all I know he could be in America or New Zealand...man he was cool....

Well seeing as everyone else has such god an inspirational, rational advice, time for my comic relief...if that's what you can call it... *puts on the jesters hat* Find the biggest, most wet, smelly, dead, rubbery rubber haddock and smack him uppa-his-face next time he does it. That should hopefully get the point across... If it doesn't, hey, you managed to put my IM dream into practice o.O;;

Athenos sat down on the bed in the spartan room. A small shiver ran up his spine at the cool night air. He wrapped his robes closer and a furnace like heat filled the room as he concentrated. The paint on the wall bubbled but Athenos smiled in content and sat comfortably on the covers, mind slipping into a meditative state. The absence of the moneypouch had not been noted. Ahtenos sat and pondered the building he was in. The floorboards creaked and spoke. Snippets of conversation floated around and hit his ears. He pondered. Odd thing hearing so many different voices...so many different tongues.. A loud banging sound stirred him from his thoughts. Someone was hitting his door. 'You got a fire in there?' Barked the someone outside. 'Cos if you do, I've got the right to complain you know! My walls red 'hot in 'ere and I can't sleep. You gonna do something about it?' Athenos rose slowly from his bed and opened the door. Burning air currents billowed out the door behind him and whistled down the corridors. The man raised his hand to protect his face from the heat. The smell of burning hair wafted the building.

Liam lay on the plush seat of the limousine, inspecting the fine stitching on the ceiling. The trip was boring, the Commander was boring and the ceiling was boring. He may be a well trained secret agent of the government and knowledgeable in all arts of war, but somehow his easily bored teenage nature had popped up in a prominent part of his brain and was screaming ?boredom? at the top of its lungs. The limousine slowed down and went smoothly over a speed bump before drawing to a halt. The tinted windows in the limousine wound down and a burly sentry peered into the limousine. His eyes strayed over the Commander and to lounging Liam. Liam raised an eyebrow at his gaze and did a theatrical brush off wave with his hand while saying, ?All is well, now go away, your presence galls me?? The Sentry laughed and waved the limousine on, Liam allowed himself a chuckle and sat up, watching the landscape as it quickly vanished behind the tinted window. The Commander shook his head like an embarrassed parent and shot Liam a withering glance. Liam ignored it and climbed out of the limousine as the door opened. ?Pretty fancy?? He muttered sarcastically when he saw where they pulled up. Liam took a few steps back to read the large plaque on the concrete wall. ??Youth Correction Centre For Special Cases,? huh. So much for a court case.? Liam shook his head and entered the lobby, the Commander followed through the automatic glass doors. A man in a crisp suit greeted them and said in a quiet tone, ?Hello Master Cameron, Sir,? he saluted the Commander, ?I will be your defence attorney, if you would kindly follow me and we will discuss the situation before court comes into session.? The man walked briskly away and Liam followed, pulling a card at random from the deck in his pocket, Queen of Hearts. How quaint?Liam smiled and let his thoughts wander.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Juuthena [/i] [B][color=ff00cc] [size=1]By any chance... did you change your e-mail address? When I changed mine, I got the same message until I found out I had to activate it again. ^_^; Maybe you should check your e-mail just in case. :whoops: I don't think you would've been purposely banned. Your status is still the same, and your posts still appear. Or maybe it's the same that happened to Mist. She got deactivated for a few days, but it was really some sort of glitch... Check your e-mail just in case!! [/color] [/size] [/B][/QUOTE] lol I remember when that happened to me after [b]'The Great Dryspell When There Was No OB'[/b]* I went to change me email and everything messed up for me, including the verification email sent to me. lol, I was freaking out so bad. ^^; --- [size=1][reverent tone]* Capital letters and quotation marks used for a very good reason[/reverent tone][/size]

Hm..quotes...I've got a lot of my own but I really can't remember them... 'Look Mark, if Liam can think he can sing, so can you. You don't need to worry about not being able to sing, don't let that hold you back' [size=1][b]- Quoted by Mrs Timbs while trying to recruit MarBar into Male Choir[/b][/size] 'Sonar!' [size=1][b]- Originally quoted by me while making weird hand twirly movements with my thumbs pressing my temples[/b][/size] *eats a chair* / *eats your computer mouse* / *miniLiam eats your computer mouse* [size=1][b] - By me during chat sessions, or to initiate chat[/b][/size] 'Furcht meine tollwutig eichhornchen truthan!' [size=1][b]- repeatedly quoted by me in German class, unfortunately I couldn't remember much other than that quote for my speaking test ^^;[/b][/size] More will come...as soon as I remember

Athenos closed the solid oak door behind him as he entered the taproom. He made his way through the crowded tables until he reached the bar itself. 'May I ask where I can get a room?' Athenos asked brightly. The gnome standing on a stool behind the counter raised a hairy eyebrow and jabbed a thumb at a rack of keys. 'Take one and put the coins in the box.' The gnome sqeaked before adding in an undertone that could only be acheived by a creature drinking helium, 'tho' I don't know why a priest would be interested in staying here.' Athenos raised an eyebrow at the comment and reached for a key. 'Nah, wouldn't take that one, big pool of blood in the centre,' said a dwarf in a gravely tone over his mug. 'Ah thankyou...' Athenos reached for another key. 'Body in that one.' And another. 'Faulty lock, dun' want that one.' One more... 'Don't even get me [i]started[/i] on that one...' Athenos dropped his hand. 'Well can you possibly direct me to a correct room?' The dwarf lowered his mug and thought. 'We-ell, try that one there, good view if you like the stables...' Athenos said his thanks and unhooked the key, dropping some silver into the appropriate box before making his way up the stairs.

Thanks for the support and advice guys. After a night's sleep I felt much better this morning after my massive rant yesterday. Actually you could say I feel rather foolish. No, that's a lie, I feel very foolish. But for some odd reason I can't help but feel good. Maybe something to do with being an incorrigible optimist, maybe something to do with being back at school. iono. I just feel good (nananananana! So good, so good *continues singing*) ^^; Something will come up, something will change, you guys are right. I really have got to stop my complaining. It isn't the end of the world after all. Besides, I can't kill anyone or myself...I'm just not that kind of guy. I'd make a terrible life member of the 'Suicide club' I'd actually outlive my membership lol Bad joke. But thanks again, you guys really helped me.

Ah yes, I figured out what I find so amusing. While we are probably 110 thousand or so in debt, all up, including the house. We don't have a flashy car, we bought it second hand when it was 10 years old, we have no landscaping on the house, we have no front fence, lol, all of Blair and my clothes are from Dimmies or Best and Less. *takes a breath* Meanwhile we know people who are in 240 thousand plus in debt, own BMW's, flashy pointless accessories and other wise. And constantly get into debt for more... and yet, we get toppled from our little perch and take the fall the rest have been expecting they'd take for years. *laughs*

Hell like I'm going to let my parents down. My little brother is devastated, he was to come to Downlands next year, now he's got to go to a public school. My Dad has been through hell, so's my mother. I'm not going to let on to them. The worst thing I can do right now is ***** to them that my life is ruined because of them, which it isn't. I dunno...maybe we might get a good price on our house...maybe I might be able to apply for a scholarship...I dunno..stranger things have happened aye? *laughs* Like I've been sayin' on MSN...there's always a funny side to the worst of problems. I have no idea what's so funny about this problem but I find it highly amusing none the less.

Hell. I don't know say. The topic of this thread basically sums it up. I guess some people will be mildly pleased. At least I won't be going to Maryborough anymore. Yeah, that's right. Now, I'm sure I've informed some of you about the kickass work dad has been doing in Maryborough? Well all was promising. Temporary contract, promise of pernamency after a while. Dad's contract was extended three times. Do you have any, any, idea how good that is? Dad was acclaimed by staff members, clients, who he took screaming from their parents thanked him for what he did, team leaders, managers everyone complemented his work. Hell, the police started requesting him specially, they wouldn't have anyone else in certain cases. His team leader signed him up for months and months of training. He was orientating [b]pernament staff[/b] for heaven's sake! All around him put it as a given that he was to get one of the three pernament positions. Guess what? He was told today that he didn't get the job. Even after working his arse off away from his family. He was told that the reason why he didn't get the job was because he 'failed' one criteria that didn't even have a scrippance of a thing to do with the job. Not only was Dad stunned, every one dad had worked with was stunned. All of the pernament staff at the office are furious, to the brink of a strike. The only way, Dad was told, the only way he could not have got that job was if someone had it in for him. When he asked who got the job(s) he was told no one, no one got the positions. They were going to have to recruit new people. I'm sure all of you out there are thinking 'Pfft, so what? He didn't get the job, big deal, Liam misses out on a few materialistic things. Grow up and get a life dude.' It's not as simple as that. I wish it was, [b]I honest to god wish it was.[/b] Our house, the first house mum and dad bought, built, our first real non rental property, will most likely have to be sold down the track. There's no way in hell we'll be able to pay the house payments and everything else on just Mum's salary. We were going downhill just before dad landed this awesome Family Youth and Community Care job. We were going to be out of debt and floating steady in no time. Pfft, not likely anymore. *sigh* I'd be happy to move out, pfft what am I saying, you'd have to drag me kicking and screaming out of the house... Moving on. Downlands, my education. Grade eleven just when everything starts to be serious, QCS. God my life is really going to be screwed up now. We were going to have to pay back the school 4thousand or so as it is, and that looked like it was going to happen, but now...private school costs, with Blair starting highschool next year...hell...this is all too much... God damn. University. More importantly, my mission funds, I need to scrape up 16 thousand (plus 16 thousand or so for uni straight after school) in 5 years [b]and[/b] worry about my school studies. This is all too overwhelming. Dad said himself they've screwed up his career. He's 45 and they had the nerve to tell him, 'it's ok, you're good enough to get another job somewhere else.' I honestly want to break down in some form of painful depression, but all I can find is anger. Just pure and brutal anger at the state of affairs. Sometimes you just have to wonder if God is really trying us, this turn of events has made me wonder if I'm being punished for some great unknown sin and will forever end up working as some stupid kid wondering what the hell went wrong with his life. Well cloricus should be happy now. I have no idea what the hell I'm going to do with my life now. [size=1] at least you could say this builds character[/size]

Iraq ends up as a cautionary tale. America is fighting Iraq to gain oil and profits. Australia is jumping in on it to save face because if they didn't, lets face it, what'd we be fighting about? 'Australia are sooooo a bunch of cowards, I mean they're not even fighting Iraq' England is fighting too because of Iraqs position as well as the fact its daughter country, Australia, is fighting aswell. Probably because of the massacare they caused at Gallpoli My facts support my view that America, Australia and England should avoid fighting Iraq at all costs. First of all, the war against the Taliban really, really stuffed up. The Northern Alliance ran riot and slew innocents with the weapons and help America and Australia provided. Now Iraq pops up. Iraq,the country that has so far given in to the UN. Iraq, the country that has remained quiet all these years until now. John Howard is doing nothing less than his job. So is George Bush, so is Tony Blair. Hell sure they can go send the troops over, but they're not doing it in the name of the UN. They're doing it in the name of the big ole' US of A and the potential billions in oil profits. I'm sorry gokents. That's just the way it is. Also I apologise to anyone else reading that felt I was inflating my own country while deflating America. I really did not mean to throw it across the board like that. I do apologise.

My apologies. Excuse me while I go and have my head checked for daring to watch SBS. I'm sorry Lord Gokents for ever, ever, daring to use any facts that haven't originated from the great and glorious god that is the United States. [quote][i]Originally posted by gokents[/i] [b]There is no way that can happen in the first world press without proper acknoledgment. [/b][/quote] I never assumed that the first world press would go out and kill innocents. Oh deary me, and I thought the Marines in question were evil. [quote][i]Originally posted by gokents[/i] [b]Frankly, your full of ****. I tried giving you credit for being resonable, but your not, your a blatant liar. Flat out. [/b][/quote] Actually I'm not full of little stars, I'm full of dense objects such as organs, muscles and veins. Also I believe I have a soul somewhere. [quote][i]Originally posted by gokents[/i] [b]Bottom line at this point is simple... you have no respect from me in any debate from this day forth.[/b][/quote] I am actually sad to hear that. I would not believe you to be one to childlishly withdraw your respect when you are confronted with someone who has honestly brought disturbing news to your doorstep. Disturbing news that rocks the world you so carefully built. Face the facts gokents, not everyone in the world, yes not even the saintly Marines, are decent god fearing people. That is just a fact of life and I hate to be the first one to divulge it to you. [quote][i]Originally posted by gokents[/i] [b]I want to make it clear though, say what ever you want, but your lies woulnt cut it in the real world. What are you? I mean really, throwing out this bogus conspiricy crap with what you call "facts" doesnt make it true. What makes things like this true is the worlds acknowledgment. None of which your facts have ever had.[/b][/quote] My lies wouldn't cut it? I'm sorry. You're right. Ask anyone I know how I lie and I bet you all of them will say I'm pathetic at it. Yet another fact of life. I'm horrible at lying and when it comes to topics as important as these, I never, ever, flirt with the truth or twist it. [quote][i]Originally posted by gokents[/i] [b]You people are the worst fools Ive ever dealt with on the boards. Im ashamed that you've even gotten to me and made me mad. Oh well. [/b][/quote] I'm ashamed too. I thought my foolin' was darn tootin' good. *dons his jesters hat and resumes his life as a fool*

Well seeing as we're bringing up gory facts. Lets bring up what I watched on an SBS documentary. Letsee now... Remember all those Taliban prisoners that were caught a while back? There was a documentary on that on the SBS. A group of reporters went with two CIA agents who were there to investigate the however many prisoners there were (I think it was in the thousands...) to gather intelligence for America and find out the movement plans of the Taliban. With them went a considerable amount of American Marines and Northern Alliance troops. The two CIA agents went around their business and divided all the Taliban POW's into groups. Many who were 'freed' were packed into cargo containers on the backs of flatbed trucks with Marines and a indigenous driver. Some containers went over the border and to freedom like they were supposed to. Some didn't. Those that didn't were driven out into the desert. The Marines ordered the driver to get out of the truck and run with his ears covered. The Marines, when they thought he was far enough away to not witness what they were going to do, opened fire on the cargo containers. Lets recap, there's a bunch of Taliban soldiers, possibly recruited forcibly, locked into a massive metal shipping crate with barely enough room to move, let alone breathe. These men were promised freedom. What happens to them? A group of Marines empty clip after clip of ammunition into the container. There were so many holes in the container when they had finished that blood oozed out into the tray of the flatbed truck. The driver was then ordered to come back and dump the container even further into the desert where they were burned. There's a helluva lot more in that documentary that I haven't heeded to mention. I think it's about time someone sang 'America the Beautiful' don't you? ~~~~~~~ Now, before someone accuses my country of not being perfect, I'll agree with them. Australia has done some goddamn awful things. For instance, in Vietnam POW's were rolled up in barbed wire and loaded into Chinook helicopters. Soon as they reached a certain height, these POW's were then dumped. A fine trail of blood followed their rapid descent. By the time they left the helicopter they were so delirious with blood loss most of them didn't realise they were falling when they hit the ground.

Fieleth drew to a halt in front of the post. Athenos, who had been lying comfortably on his back the whole trip, rolled off the side of Fieleth and dropped comfortably to his feet. Fieleth nudged Athenos a split second before he got his balance. The horse chuckled in its own little way when Athenos fell painfully over. Athenos rose to his feet and shook his head. Fieleth stopped and nudged him again. Athenos gave a small chuckle and patted his horse on the side of his face. Athenos lowered his hood, slightly askew from his undignified fall. Thus far he had taken the entire journey on the back of his horse, except on one occaision where bandits decided to alleviate the boredom. Fieleth and Athenos found the looks on the bandits face highly amusing when a concentrated tornado ripped them all off their feet and sent them flying back from whence they came. Athenos patted down his clothing and retrieved a scroll of heavy parchment from a pocket. The scroll had the heavy scent of burnt incense, which wasn't surprising seeing as all the Azrac characters were in fact burnt into the parchment, rather than having been written in with the normal ink. Athenos unrolled the parchment to its full extent. The language of his people spoke to him and the familiar smell of the desert and his home filled him. [i]Athenos, the Human expansion of their kingdoms has threatened our borders. Their bickering and lust for land has threatened the ecos of our desert itself. The humans who have survived the heat are now destroying our villages near the oasiese. We need you to help.[/i] Athen stopped reading. Every time he had read it he had stopped at the world 'help.' The use of the word galled him somewhat. There was still more to the letter, but he could not bring himself to read it... Athenos re-rolled the parchment and slid it back into his robes. Fieleth nudged him in the small of the back, the horse could tell something was up, he too knew what the letter contained. Azrac horses were more intelligent than most and were able to read the language of their trainers. Another nudge. Athenos sighed. 'Fieleth, I will not return to my people until I am ready...you know that..' Another nudge, harder this time. 'Fine then, [i]our[/i] people. Fieleth, I'll think about it. First of all, we need rest and supplies. I am tired of sleeping by the wayside...and you are aswell. You never know Fieleth, you might make yourself a friend in the stables...' Fieleth gave him a friendly nudge and trotted off, following the smell of horses to the stables. Athenos smiled to himself and walked towards the Post, sunlight catching on the back of his bald head.

[b]Name:[/b] Athenos of Scarness Desert Clan [b]Race: [/b] Azrac [b]Age:[/b] 25 [b]Bio/History:[/b]The Azrac are a desert people, long entwined with fire so that they could cope under the intense heat of the Desert. Their ancestors created a curious affinity with the horses and became the first race to train them and tame them. As such, the Azrac horse bloodline is known to be the purest of all. Athenos held a key role in his clan and was particularly gifted with the art of magic. He, however, felt that the Azrac reliance on fire magic alone was a weakness and decided to study the art of air just as industriously. Unfortunately his people did not hold the same views. He was banished from his clan until he learnt the error of his ways. Athenos believed his ways were corrrect and instead continued along his path, faithful horse Fieleth at his side. [b]Description:[/b] Six foot two, bronzed skin, naturally bald on the head, arms, legs etc to deal with the extreme heat of the desert. Golden brown eyes and tan/desert coloured robe like clothing. [b]Equipment:[/b] Hardened copper core sword, plated with hardened silver, sharper and more hardwearing than most, if not all. Golden coloured hilt and double sided. [b]Reason for being at The Post:[/b] His travels, long leaving the harsh desert, untouched by all albeit the Azracs, lead him to this famous (infamous aswell) Post.

Liam grinned and played with the cards in his hands. The Commander sighed as the door closed behind the three. ?Right.? He said. ?We leave now.? Liam nodded and rose to his feet. As he did, his ring on his right hand hit the table. The Commander looked down at the sound. Liam raised his hand and showed him the ring. ?Liam?? The Commander muttered, ?hand it over. You know you?re supposed to relinquish all weapons.? Liam chuckled. ?Not likely. As far as everyone is concerned, it?s really just a ring.? The Commander grated his teeth as Liam and he left the room. His eyes strayed across to the ring again. It was still there, in all its lethal glory, if you could call it that. To the untrained eye it was just a normal ring?but it wasn?t. It was a custom-made six-shooter ring, evolved from the original bulky design of its ancestor. Smaller but no less lethal. The Commander made up his mind and chose to ignore it. Liam whistled and played with the lighter in his hands. He was grateful that the Commander had abstained from placing handcuffs on him. It would be rather undignified? Liam and the Commander left the lobby and made their way to the parked limousine. The chauffer opened the door and the Commander entered. Liam climbed inside and made certain he was as far away as possible from the Commander, and as close as he could get to the table. The Commander poured himself a drink and Liam set out the cards in front of him on the table. Liam sniffed the pack. He knew that smell?realisation dawned and he grinned when he realised what the cards were really made of. ?Well, well, well Jaudiar, the gift wasn?t as cryptic as I thought.? The Commander glanced at him. ?What was that Liam?? ?Nothing Sir, nothing.? The Limousine started up and entered the traffic.

Is it 'no fun' to debate with us simply because we don't watch CNN? Come now, there [i]must[/i] be another reason. I have no objections to Bush [size=1](wait, I lie, I have some important objections to Bush but that's beside the point)[/size] nor do I have any objections with any other country's leaders. All they're trying to do is their job. Nothing more, nothing less. If I was the President of the United States I would have nuked Iraq and then nuked my own country so I could say 'nah nah nah, you can't get me UN!' Which is basically what Bush is doing right now... Look I'm sorry gotenks if you have a problem with cloricus or I, but it's not our fault. You keep making statements that really grind right into the centre of my head that I really can't pass up. You could say it's a creative difference. Or, if you prefer, I could just resort to immaturity and sum up my final remarks as 'Nyeh!! Who's a silly boy then?' Yes, I believe I'll go with immaturity, it [i]was[/i] rather a [b]lot[/b] of fun.

[b]Boston Tea Party:[/b] 'That's it you stupid imperialistic English! We've had enough of your empire building! Get out of our country! We're declaring independance!' [b]Now:[/b] 'Ahem, excuse me for one moment gentlemen, I'm off to buy out a couple of country's leading companies and move them all to China! Who cares if it leaves them all destitute!' ~~~~~~~ *cough*

Liam stretched, placed his feet on the table and put his hands behind his head. The Commander sighed and shook his head, irritated. ?Quite comfortable?? He asked. ?Very, actually.? Siren tapped her foot. ?So is anyone going to fill me in on this? I didn?t bring Serric all this way for no reason y?know.? ?You, Serric and Jaudiar and going to fly off to some exotic location and do something interesting.? Liam said. ?I however, who is now under government arrest for?what as it know? Treason? Ah yes, [I]Treason[/I]. I, who is under arrest for treason, will be staying here and moved to an unknown location, fully devoid of all arms and weapons because my government sees it fit to sacrifice one to save them all.? The Commander sighed. ?Yes, yes. How very well put.? Jaudiar cracked her knuckles and Liam just continued grinning. Something was ticking over in his mind but he wasn?t going to divulge it any time soon. The Commander was unnerved. Liam had the look of one who was holding a very large bomb in his arms and wasn?t concerned where it landed, as long as it went off with a bang. He squirmed slightly in his seat. Head office ordered for Liam?s arrest, and what Head office wanted, Head office got? ?Liam is correct?? The Commander said, shooting Liam a glance, ?he will be removed by the Government and will go on trial?I am, however, allowing this other?expedition to continue. Keep it secret though, if internal affairs gets a whiff of what?s going on, the SYF might be shut down for good.? Liam whistled to himself and checked his nails for non-existent dirt. The Commander shot him another glance. The flight to the trial was going to be a long one?

Liam grinned and said, ?Hello again gorgeous.? Jaudiar gave him a small smile and continued glaring at the Commander. The Commander coughed, looking extremely uncomfortable. ?Head office wants someone to take the fall, with Liam?s medical record, and the fact he almost killed an innocent. Liam is the one to take the fall for all of us.? Liam was still smiling. It was amazing how much better it made him feel, the fact that it unsettled everyone around him was just a mere coincidence? ?Fine. I?m taking the fall then am I? For all the damage done to the premises, those innocents killed in their apartment, those seven guards of ours killed, an elevator shaft, the fact everything had the sultry smell of a rat, I?m getting blamed for it?? ?Yes.? The Commanders face was grave. It must be serious, he usually gave all his agents free reign, Head office must be really spooked. Liam drummed his hands on the desk. After looking around the room, he leaned forward in his chair and steepled his fingers. ?The question is, who is the rat? Am I the rat? Or is it you? Or could it be- -Adam.? Rae said as she too stepped out of the shadows. Liam looked mildly surprised to see her. ?Well that explains a few things?Adam is in charge of all this,? he gestured with both hands, ?he also has complete control over our missions. Guess what I remembered when I was under? Adam had complete control over Jessies missions, I actually remember him blatantly insisting that he be the only one to know where she went. He was also the one to suggest us to be split up??