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<blockquote data-quote="Lobo Lurker" data-source="post: 2208677" data-attributes="member: 25172">Jurgen removes a shaking hand from the crystal, lets loose bellow of rage and sorrow before collapsing heavily on the bed. He cradles his head in his hands and allows a single tear to fall to the floor.&quot;It was all for nothing then. &quot;What's the use of being powers or having immortality if you can't do anything with it? I get the feeling that I've never really been on good footings with the powers that be... and now that I have a measure of that same power myself I wonder at the meaning of it all.&quot; &quot;Powers are bleedin' useless! The only ones a blood can depend on is himself!&quot; A weak, yet harsh magenta glow issues forth from beneath his pajamas. I'll show them... show them all... if they can't help when they're needed then we don't NEED them... The ghaele wonders at the source of his inner rage. There seems to be something there, just out of touch. A source for his contained animosity that he can't quite reach. STOP, says the voice inside. CONTROL YOURSELF.He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, seeming to find peace once again. The magenta glow subsides and Jugen absently scratchs at something beneath his clothes. When he finally opens his eyes again, they're filled with a grim determination. His stride filled with weighty purpose, he approaches the githazeri slik gatherers. Laying his hand upon one of thier shoulders (assertively, not aggressively) he looks the gith in the eye and holds the stare for a moment before saying &quot;I would speak with one who knows more about what happened here... what really happened here. Where may I find such a one?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Lobo Lurker, post: 2208677, member: 25172"] Jurgen removes a shaking hand from the crystal, lets loose bellow of rage and sorrow before collapsing heavily on the bed. He cradles his head in his hands and allows a single tear to fall to the floor. "[COLOR=DarkOrchid]It was all for nothing then. "What's the use of being powers or having immortality if you can't do anything with it? I get the feeling that I've never really been on good footings with the powers that be... and now that I have a measure of that same power myself I wonder at the meaning of it all.[/COLOR]" "[COLOR=DarkOrchid][i][b]Powers are bleedin' useless![/b][/i] The only ones a blood can depend on is himself![/COLOR]" A weak, yet harsh magenta glow issues forth from beneath his pajamas. [COLOR=SlateGray][i]I'll show them... show them all... if they can't help when they're needed then we don't NEED them...[/i][/COLOR] The ghaele wonders at the source of his inner rage. There seems to be something there, just out of touch. A source for his contained animosity that he can't quite reach. [COLOR=SlateGray][I]STOP[/I][/COLOR], says the voice inside. [COLOR=SlateGray][I]CONTROL YOURSELF.[/I][/COLOR] He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, seeming to find peace once again. The magenta glow subsides and Jugen absently scratchs at something beneath his clothes. When he finally opens his eyes again, they're filled with a grim determination. His stride filled with weighty purpose, he approaches the githazeri slik gatherers. Laying his hand upon one of thier shoulders (assertively, not aggressively) he looks the gith in the eye and holds the stare for a moment before saying "[COLOR=DarkOrchid]I would speak with one who knows more about what happened here... what [i]really[/i] happened here. Where may I find such a one?[/COLOR]" [/QUOTE]

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