Aevenon Cloak
Feb 25th, 2003, 05:23:08 AM
<center>Vengeance, you know it tastes so good
Vengeance is as cold as ice
When it has you in its sights
When it has you in its sights
You could give a call to Scotland Yard,
Or send for help from the FBI.
But they won't stop a bomb going off
With only seconds on the clock
Angel, oh angel,
Here to brighten up my darkest day.
Take me in your arms,
Protect me from my enemies.
Oh deadly angel, oh angel,
And when they've got me on my knees -
When they're just about to do the deadly deed
You rescue me, you rescue me, you rescue me!
Calling all avenging angels, kick <smallfont color=#FFFF40>-Censored-</smallfont> angels.
***</center>
Fresh from the GJO medbay ( [url=http://www.swforums.net/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=24092), the Ambrellian strode into the Bar and Grill. This was a place he had never been before, but somehow he felt a sense of déjà vu whilst inside. At first he could not place where it came from, but as he sat down and observed the people around him, he realized – it was a trace of memory that had passed into him from the Jedi (http://www.swforums.net/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=23041) he had met. This made him smile, and he wondered for a fleeting moment if he would ever see the man again.
“Would you like to order something?”
Aevenon looked upwards and smiled politely at the woman that had spoken to him. He seemed always to wear the expression of happiness, though it did portray him as being somewhat unintelligent – which he definitely was not. He understood his life in its entirety, and was quietly anxious about his future, though always remembered one thing – to make the best of what he had --
“Ale,” he replied; his fathers choice of drink.
-- And what he had was power in the Force, or at least the raw materials for such things. Slayn had taught him what little he was able, but his path was still maluable.
Cloak sipped on his drink and closed his eyes, expanding his thoughts outwards for minds so alike in neutrality as his …
Vengeance is as cold as ice
When it has you in its sights
When it has you in its sights
You could give a call to Scotland Yard,
Or send for help from the FBI.
But they won't stop a bomb going off
With only seconds on the clock
Angel, oh angel,
Here to brighten up my darkest day.
Take me in your arms,
Protect me from my enemies.
Oh deadly angel, oh angel,
And when they've got me on my knees -
When they're just about to do the deadly deed
You rescue me, you rescue me, you rescue me!
Calling all avenging angels, kick <smallfont color=#FFFF40>-Censored-</smallfont> angels.
***</center>
Fresh from the GJO medbay ( [url=http://www.swforums.net/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=24092), the Ambrellian strode into the Bar and Grill. This was a place he had never been before, but somehow he felt a sense of déjà vu whilst inside. At first he could not place where it came from, but as he sat down and observed the people around him, he realized – it was a trace of memory that had passed into him from the Jedi (http://www.swforums.net/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=23041) he had met. This made him smile, and he wondered for a fleeting moment if he would ever see the man again.
“Would you like to order something?”
Aevenon looked upwards and smiled politely at the woman that had spoken to him. He seemed always to wear the expression of happiness, though it did portray him as being somewhat unintelligent – which he definitely was not. He understood his life in its entirety, and was quietly anxious about his future, though always remembered one thing – to make the best of what he had --
“Ale,” he replied; his fathers choice of drink.
-- And what he had was power in the Force, or at least the raw materials for such things. Slayn had taught him what little he was able, but his path was still maluable.
Cloak sipped on his drink and closed his eyes, expanding his thoughts outwards for minds so alike in neutrality as his …