Jun 2, 2017 16:13:52 GMT -5
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May 29, 2017 22:23:27 GMT -5
Post by mustang on May 29, 2017 22:23:27 GMT -5
[attr="class","otl2"] [attr="class","otlimg2"] [attr="class","otllyrics2"]The night asks how I’m doing Then the red camellia that resembles you gets jealous Your sweet lips dazzle and shine Causing waves to rise in my sleeping heart Even unripe peaches taste sweet Under the scattering flower petals Following the tip of your silk clothes Holding you close I know the sound of your breath You’re blowing over to me In this dream-like imagination My day and night are all you Even my swaying heart Your thick scent bewitches me Paint it on a little thicker This night is deeply spreading Your sweet lips they dazzle and shine [attr="class","otllyric2"] I want to fall into this dream [attr="class","otlbody2"]What once was a land that felt fresh with fantasy was something of a comfort to the defender. The landscape feeling almost like home at this point with how long they had been stuck in this game. Around him now was a entirely different place, one that had replaced the homely player area of the Town of Origins with this place. A place that almost felt like the real word, if you could put past the fact that there was flying cars. However his mind wasn't solely focused on that of the scenery.
He was open to picking up some more quests and frankly anything to get his mind off the festival. What a crap shoot that had been, Mustang still hadn't made any moves towards talking to Beat. His spirits relatively lower then usual and he had to take his mind off of all of it. Scanning through his personal interface as he heard the buzz of electronics over head, he put out a notification to the looking for group tool.
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Jun 1, 2017 7:19:38 GMT -5
Post by nightingale on Jun 1, 2017 7:19:38 GMT -5
 "Well, well. Look at this."[break] Nightingale's footsteps echoed throughout the neon city. She'd come here for inspiration to find nothing, only to hear the story of fabled "Powers Robotics", that stole greedily from every small-based artist they met. How dubious, that Leviathan should seize the reins so harshly. There was something here, she could feel it.[break] And then she arrived and this sad sack of a man was there, lost in thoughts of who knew what. Nightingale had been right to arrive here - this was, at minimum, a requiem in minor key.[break] "Far be it from me to assume of you, but I figured your sense of justice regarding this company's ethics would keep you from that petulant look of pout and doubt upon your face. No, don't allow me to stop you. Keep it; I find it rather fits you."[break] This was who answered, was it? Nightingale looked like the exact opposite of someone who should be involved in what qualifies as a stealth mission...[break] 1/10 - mustang what's wrong with a little destruction
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Jun 2, 2017 22:43:49 GMT -5
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Jun 2, 2017 16:33:10 GMT -5
Post by mustang on Jun 2, 2017 16:33:10 GMT -5
[attr="class","otl2"] [attr="class","otlimg2"] [attr="class","otllyrics2"]The night asks how I’m doing Then the red camellia that resembles you gets jealous Your sweet lips dazzle and shine Causing waves to rise in my sleeping heart Even unripe peaches taste sweet Under the scattering flower petals Following the tip of your silk clothes Holding you close I know the sound of your breath You’re blowing over to me In this dream-like imagination My day and night are all you Even my swaying heart Your thick scent bewitches me Paint it on a little thicker This night is deeply spreading Your sweet lips they dazzle and shine [attr="class","otllyric2"] I want to fall into this dream [attr="class","otlbody2"]It wouldn't be too far long before someone arrived, heading his call. However expression was merely lost in thought, softened as he dwelt on his own problems. He took a pause to her, ignoring her first comments towards him. Her words were some sort of attempt to act like she was a elegant princess. His tongue visible being chewed on the side under the skin of his cheek as he didn't raise his eyes to right away. Instead he kept swiping through his player interface, it appeared the companion he was paired with was a little....different.
The charcoal haired man finally raised his eyes to the girl. She was smaller so he wouldn't have to shift far, already by her tone and the way she addressed the quest Mustang put her in a box. A box consisting of people who took their game a little to serious with role-playing. A plan formulated and he soon acted, pushing his back off from the building wall he had made his resting post. "Oh m'lady! Terribly you are quite right! We must take these blasted companies and promote our working class! For the good of all of Gargantua post haste!" He said with exuberant and whimsical tone that only spelled out mockery for how she took her first impression of him.
The defender even did a small bow with a hand flayed out behind him, before raising. The arrogant smile crawling across his face as his entire tone of voice shifted back to normal. "Nice to meet you too... Seriously lets get this quest done with ok man?" He said before folding his arms, the charcoal haired man was not in the mood to play games. Especially with a little girl.
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Jun 2, 2017 20:15:47 GMT -5
Post by nightingale on Jun 2, 2017 20:15:47 GMT -5
"How charming," Nightingale matched Mustang's sarcasm with her own, "You must have won all the adoration of the lower peoples. You'd better put on a good show yourself; I do not associate with louts in normal circumstance."[break] Nightingale pulled her baton from her sleeve and rose it, conducting a small bar to call forth three of her phantasmal flutes. They rose and spun in formation, floating behind her to make up the first regiment of her orchestra. After a tuning check wherein she made the flutes play the scale one by one, she seemed adequately pleased with the results she heard and decided that was good enough.[break] Granted, she'd need more time for a full ensemble, but that was time they didn't have.[break] "Well? I've struck up the band for you. You can be honored at your leisure to gain a performance conducted by someone as prodigal and world-famous as me. And front-row tickets, to boot! Most people can barely afford those back home."[break] So, she was a crazy music conductor. On a quest whose description implied stealth. Lovely.[break] Flute x3 2/10 - mustang what's wrong with a little destruction
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Jul 4, 2017 1:00:19 GMT -5
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Jun 3, 2017 0:48:59 GMT -5
Post by mustang on Jun 3, 2017 0:48:59 GMT -5
[attr="class","otl2"] [attr="class","otlimg2"] [attr="class","otllyrics2"]The night asks how I’m doing Then the red camellia that resembles you gets jealous Your sweet lips dazzle and shine Causing waves to rise in my sleeping heart Even unripe peaches taste sweet Under the scattering flower petals Following the tip of your silk clothes Holding you close I know the sound of your breath You’re blowing over to me In this dream-like imagination My day and night are all you Even my swaying heart Your thick scent bewitches me Paint it on a little thicker This night is deeply spreading Your sweet lips they dazzle and shine [attr="class","otllyric2"] I want to fall into this dream [attr="class","otlbody2"]Mustang looked the girl up and down, as she attempted to meet his sarcasm with her own. A loud sigh echoing out from him as his hand slapped into his face, growing tired and realizing how pointless it was. She was younger than him and was easily more frustrating as she became more and more long winded. This is the point where he actually wished he had to company of those more familiar to him. Even him.
She summered a tone of flutes that disrupted whatever pulsing silence that was keeping him sane. A small groan emitting from underneath his hand, the girl was such a snob and was beginning to break his one rule. He was cordial to everyone that he had met, but there was one type of person that pushed his buttons. She fit the bill, so he raises his eyes. Only a gaze of disgust looking at her as he keep a hand masked over his mouth. "Are you fucking serious right now?" He asked with the eyes continuing to be trained on her.
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Jun 3, 2017 8:45:07 GMT -5
Post by nightingale on Jun 3, 2017 8:45:07 GMT -5
The banter could have gone on for hours between the two of them. A shame she was not listening anymore, as Nightingale strode directly into the Powers Robotics building with nary a care in the world. Hopefully Mustang was willing to follow her; maybe it would be easier to let her die?[break] Inside the building, however, she immediately located the front desk and walked up to it, confidence exuding from her mere appearance. She never broke stride nor gaze until she reached the secretary, who looked up at her with the exact gaze of someone who was already tired of customer service.[break] "Yes, my name is Natalia Tchaikovsky. I have an eleven-fifteen with the designers for the rights to my great-grandfather's works for the Sonic Machine Project?"[break] There was a tense moment in the air as the receptionist looked up to see if this odd girl actually did have a moment, with Melody inwardly sweating at her own statements. Eventually, the receptionist seemed convinced that yes, this girl did have an appointment and prepared to call the director of the aforementioned project.[break] "Ah, yes, my bodyguard is with me," She chose to implicate Mustang as such, "Surely you are alright with his attendance? I trust you; rather, I am afraid of those rumours. You know the ones. You understand, I am certain, of this fear."[break] For a moment she thought she spoke too much, but the receptionist gave her a terse nod and went about calling the man she wanted. This kind of deception... maybe Nightingale had planned this out better than it looked at first.[break] Flute x3 3/10 - mustang what's wrong with a little destruction
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Jul 4, 2017 1:02:08 GMT -5
Post by mustang on Jul 4, 2017 1:02:08 GMT -5
[attr="class","otl2"] [attr="class","otlimg2"] [attr="class","otllyrics2"]The night asks how I’m doing Then the red camellia that resembles you gets jealous Your sweet lips dazzle and shine Causing waves to rise in my sleeping heart Even unripe peaches taste sweet Under the scattering flower petals Following the tip of your silk clothes Holding you close I know the sound of your breath You’re blowing over to me In this dream-like imagination My day and night are all you Even my swaying heart Your thick scent bewitches me Paint it on a little thicker This night is deeply spreading Your sweet lips they dazzle and shine [attr="class","otllyric2"] I want to fall into this dream [attr="class","otlbody2"]There was this expectation of Mustang to follow her blindly. As if he was obligated to every whim that this little fucking brat had. No. Not ever in the slightest was he ready to deal with it. She gave up trying to argue it, and expected him to come quietly. Given how he was still grieving over the loss of his best friend and how much tolerance he had for people like Nightingale. He had enough. Mustang wouldn't give second chances. She was awfully snobby and feeling privileged. The claymore could do much better.
He folded his arms and walked into a alleyway with a sneer. A light grumble and curse under his breath. There was a lack of interest to ever deal with that child ever again. The quest could be done another place, another time. Certainly with another person. Someone much better suited to cooperation in a kindly manner. In haste, leaving the facade of Nightingale looking more like a fool than ever intended.
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