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((Just copied and pasted from the old thread from two years ago. Written by Himi_Firestarter.))

Between the separate barrack is a building. One story, brick, and rather plain it is nothing special on the outside though inside is another story. The majority of the building is taken up by on large room that looks like a cross between a living room and a rec-room. A pool table and a beat up foosball table are pushed onto one side of the room; on the other is a Christmas tree in the process of being decorated. A fireplace roars in another corner almost recreating a home away from home for the soldiers during the holiday season.

Kyle walked in, " Happy Holidays, ********." He smiled and walked over to Kard. He smiled and gave him a pat on the back. He was going to talk to him but he saw he was deeply in though about something and decided to let him be. He walked around the building. Flashbacks of the previous years' he's spent in this building raged through his head. He remembered the party, the crazyness, the people.....the people. Kyle bowed his head as he thought of the Templars Alumni. The faces and exprieneces with them reverberated through his mind as they would in a movie, like he was reliving them. As if on cue, a small memorial video came onto a wall from a projector.

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I would now like to honor those who have come and gone through the Black Templars from the 1st formation to the present.

I think only 4 of us here will know this name but to us, it means everything. He was one of the first, he was one of the best. His name was Gunther Valian, he was the 3rd person I met on Gaia and he was an honor to serve with...

Leon Silver... see you 'round the playground

Hank Rock...Say safe in Iraq for as long as you may be there.

Nysse Richardsdottier..unforunately, I never really got to know you, but I hope you had fun.

Shani ...may you......ROT IN HELL YOU GODMODING b*****d! hahahaha

Seamus Osuillabhain ... You were an honor to serve with, may you have that impression with anyone and everyone you corss paths with.

Lastly, but most importantly...

You were a founding member; you helped lay the principals we revolved around; as much as the newer guys don't know yet, you still affect us; you enobled us, and you will not be forgotten.

Himi_Firestarter ... I hope your trials and tribulations pass by easily, and you continue through life as best as you can.

You were a leader; You were a mentor; You were a friend...

To all on this list, and you any I have forgotten, we hope you have nothing but good memories from us and I hope you succeed in everything you pursue in life and you take every oppurtunity life throws at you.

Thank you.

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As Himi's image flashed around the room from thwe year's past, a tear ran down his cheek, "You will be missed..."

-- It's now a video

Kurt opened the door quickly, and rushed in, his hands on his elbows. Past his elbows, was an Iron Maiden shirt with Eddie chained to the wall of a sanitarium. Over it, was a dark jean jacket. The sleeves, were cut over his thumbs. He shivered slightly, and then walked to the refrigerator. He saw a stack of glasses, and picked one up. As he poured the hot chocolate into it, he looked around the room. Kard, Kyle, and Xenos were already here. He walked with his now full glass to a couch, and sat down.

"It's ******** cold." he whispered as he put the hot chocolate to his face. Kurt never liked to be cold, but to be too hot, was even worse. He put his wet Vans onto the table, and began tapping to the music.

"Who the hell put this on? It sounds fine, but how old is this s**t?" he asked rather loudly. He then saw how quiet it was. Kard was into his music, Kyle was quiet in respect of Kard, and Xenos...god only knew what Xenos was thinking about.

And in came Fina, in about as much of a hurry as Kurt earlier. Wrapped up in her trenchcoat and wearing a large backpack. "It's too COLD when you dress up for the event!" She let out, perhaps considering not doing so again... But she guessed she might once more some other time. Just once more. Immediately she walked over to the fireplace and crouched down infront of it to warm herself up, setting her backpack beside her. She was still wearing her trench, deciding not to remove it until she was warmed up enough.

Kurt shook his head, and got up. After Fina made her outburst of her clothing, Kurt looked at himself. He hadn't dressed up for the occasion at all. He walked to the kitchen, and poured the hot chocolate down the drain. He only got it to warm his hands. He walked back to the couch, and sat down with a: humph. He laid his head back, and closed his eyes. He could see a tree, in his living room. Decorations adorning it. He could see presents under it; and then himself. His small, seven year old self. It was the first and last time, he was able to leave that god-awful school. He saw his childhood self, clear as day, rip open a present and find a white and black fender stratocaster. His first, and most loved guitar. He held his hands as if he were holding the guitar, and began to "strum" Pink Floyd's "Hey You." He opened his eyes, and sat up. His daydream was over.

Before long, the door swing open once again. This time, a solemn, tired-looking York stood at the entrance, a cigar in his mouth and a long brown trenchcoat wrapped around him, covering his clothing. York took the cigar out of his mouth and smiled as he looked around at everyone. Before shutting the door, he took one last drag of his cigar before throwing it down into the snow and stepping inside the warm room. York walked straight over to the coffee/espresso/hot-chocolate machine. He poured himself a hot cup of coffee and walked over to Kard.

"Hey man." York said. Then he paused as he took a sip of his coffee. Then he continued: "The Christmas holiday sure brings back memories, eh? Not just of the Templars, but of family and friends. I still remember opening gifts on Christmas morning with my parents. Damn, it feels like so long ago." York shook his head as he stared at the wall, thinking and waiting for a response at the same time.

Xenos gazed into the flames, almost entraced. He was leaning forward, his eblows on his kness, and an almost empty glass in his hand, hovering in the air. He halfway paid attention to the slideshow on the wall, reacting to it mentally much more than one could see that he was physically, which he appeared to not even notice it. When it got to Himi however, he averted his gaze from the flames, looking at her face, then away, over his opposite shoulder.

At this point he noticed Fina, who had just taken off her coat to reveal a festive outfit. He quirked an eyebrow and watched her as she walked over to the bar and sat down. Looking back at his drink he smiled for a second, and then refilled his glass. Xenos got up and left the fire, walking over to her. Lifting his glass to her, he said to her with a raised eyebrow, "You know, people of this sort don't usually dress like that. What's your excuse?"

((And Kurt, you were in a conflict involving organized crime. You weren't part of a death squad or anything. xd ))

Kyle looked over at Carlos and smiled, "Yeahhhh yeahh yeahh. get used to it." He give him a pat on the back and walked over to Xenos whom looked rather forlorn. Kyle turned his head and saw the slideshow and after getting a glass of hot choclate he whispered, "I miss her too, sir." Then, he left, and Kyle meandered behind him passing by the several other conversations being tossed about. While he past, he gave a nod to York, Kurt and since Kard was the closest and reassuring pat on the back. Fina's clothes were brought into conversation at the fireplace

After listening Anderson added in, "I'm sorry, sir, you don't look like a fashion guy to me." He sipped his cocoa.