Jun 2, 2017 1:31:47 GMT -5
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May 31, 2017 23:33:19 GMT -5
Post by mustang on May 31, 2017 23:33:19 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 had been plenty of time since he first arrived, and of all the luck he had socially. There was one aspect of the game that he still struggled with, something that was creeping up and frustrating him beyond belief. He had some sweet armor, however there was all important aspect that the defender felt would catch up to him if he didn't address it. Mustang still had his starter weapon, which was great because he still had a rad sword. But it was time for a upgrade.
Casually he waited longer and longer, staring into the dark mining construct. Various NPCs down in the dark, shouting orders and mining away at the canyon. His fingers rhythmically tapping along his player interface as he awaited someone to accept his open invitation to this quest. The hope being that at the end he could craft a new sword, he could wait for someone. But man did he really need to get that new sword, sooner rather then later.
[attr="class","otlnotes2"]167 ♦ @tag ♦ 1/12 quest[attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[newclass=.otl2]width:300px;padding:30px;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;color:#999;line-height:14px;letter-spacing:1px;background:#fcfcfc;border:solid #e8e8e8 1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.otlimg2]margin: 0 auto;width:100px;height: 100px;-webkit-clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%);-ms-clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%);-moz-clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%);-o-clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%);clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%);background:url('http://i.imgur.com/Zof0evC.jpg');z-index:999;[/newclass] [newclass=.otllyrics2]color:#ccc;letter-spacing:2px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:7px;text-transform:uppercase;width:295px;height:120px;text-align:justify;margin-top:-98px;line-height:8px;[/newclass] [newclass=.otllyric2]color:#9B93B8;font-family:Georgia;font-size:14px;text-transform:uppercase;text-align:justify;margin-top:-10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.otlbody2]width:295px;[/newclass] [newclass=.otlbody2 b]color:#9B93B8[/newclass] [newclass=.otlnotes2]font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;margin-top:5px;color:#aaa;line-height:13px;text-align:center;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.otlnotes2 span]color:#9B93B8[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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Jun 1, 2017 12:30:28 GMT -5
Post by akeno on Jun 1, 2017 12:30:28 GMT -5
An open invitation? In the mines? As much as The Cannibal had a distinct fear of the dark, as well as a great distaste for cave settings in general, she puffed up her chest in confidence, as her limbs ridiculed her for her fear.
"What are you joking about?" She spat, looking down angrily at her left foot. "You dummy, I'm not scared, I'll do it!" Akeno protested as the limb continued to tease her within her mind. "No, watch, I'm doing it right now!" She reached up accepting the party invitation and heading quickly to the area.
"Well, well, well!" She walked into the cave, not yet seeing her party member, but knowing they were nearby. The Cannibal announced her presence loudly. "Who was it that summoned the assistance of I, Akeno?!" The bellowed. "Who--OWCH!" She yelped, hopping onto her right foot. "I forgot to put on my boots, my boots!" Akeno whimpered quietly.
The rough terrain of the cave was rather unforgiving to the often barefoot girl, hoping as she pulled her boots out of her bag and tugged them on. "So, what am I here for?"
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Jun 6, 2017 2:22:54 GMT -5
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Jun 2, 2017 2:26:23 GMT -5
Post by mustang on Jun 2, 2017 2:26:23 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"]Thankfully Mustang was not yet around to be present for her little debate with her limbs. As oddly as that may have seemed, the defender would not have to worry of such a thing. He didn't mettle in such affairs, just worried if he could get the quest done in a timely matter. She wouldn't take far too long however, his gaze down into the dark caverns turning towards the voice.
"Oh good, well glad to see someon-" He cut himself off as he heard the young girl exclaim. He paused, with his eyes wide in confusion. The incident before him made him feel truly awkward and unsure as how to respond. So instead Mustang would wait till she was done lacing her boots and back to her feet. His expression only a odd smile of confusion, he looked back to the cavern trying to ignore the image he just saw. "Well we need to defender the miners or if anything just keep watch..." He cleared his voice over the cavern, keeping a vigilante eye over them. [attr="class","otlnotes2"]177 ♦ akeno ♦ 2/12 quest[attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[newclass=.otl2]width:300px;padding:30px;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;color:#999;line-height:14px;letter-spacing:1px;background:#fcfcfc;border:solid #e8e8e8 1px;[/newclass][newclass=.otlimg2]margin: 0 auto;width:100px;height: 100px;-webkit-clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%);-ms-clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%);-moz-clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%);-o-clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%);clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%);background:url('http://i.imgur.com/Zof0evC.jpg');z-index:999;[/newclass][newclass=.otllyrics2]color:#ccc;letter-spacing:2px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:7px;text-transform:uppercase;width:295px;height:120px;text-align:justify;margin-top:-98px;line-height:8px;[/newclass][newclass=.otllyric2]color:#9B93B8;font-family:Georgia;font-size:14px;text-transform:uppercase;text-align:justify;margin-top:-10px;[/newclass][newclass=.otlbody2]width:295px;[/newclass][newclass=.otlbody2 b]color:#9B93B8[/newclass][newclass=.otlnotes2]font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;margin-top:5px;color:#aaa;line-height:13px;text-align:center;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass][newclass=.otlnotes2 span]color:#9B93B8[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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Jun 5, 2017 22:53:33 GMT -5
Post by akeno on Jun 5, 2017 22:53:33 GMT -5
"Just supervising the dudes swinging the thingies?" She wiggled a finger, pointing towards them. There was an element of surprise, and even disappointment, in her voice as she asked. "Sounds boring! Ain't nothin' gonna come out of there... Right? ... Psh, what kind of scary things come out of caves? I've only seen one scary thing in a cave once, and I killed it!" She spoke with slight hesitation, hinting that perhaps maybe her past cave experiences had not been as glorious as she attempted to portray.
Regardless, she put her hands firmly on her hips, keeping a vigilant eye over the miners and folks around, not really seeing much happen at first. Soon enough, this proper overseeing position would fall to laziness, as she glanced over towards who she was accompanying on this mission.
"How long is it that we have to do this? Ten minutes? Twenty?" She sighed, hoping there wouldn't be too much dead time waiting. Those quests were no fun at all!
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Jun 7, 2017 9:39:19 GMT -5
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Jun 6, 2017 2:23:50 GMT -5
Post by mustang on Jun 6, 2017 2:23:50 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"]Dudes swinging their thingies, he would remain amused by her term. Letting a low snicker out for a millisecond, his hand quickly covering his mouth. He was able to compose himself enough from that comment to nod at her direction. That was the direction, but she did have a point with how dull it would be. Mustang nodded along with her speech, it would be sort of boring if all they did was sit here and watch them.
He looked back towards the girl that was once barefoot, she seemed eager to do something. So he would out of his own curiosity fold his arms as he spoke. "Well they didn't really say if there was time limit or whatever." He said as he pulled up the quest description for details, checking to make sure he didn't miss anything. After a moment the charcoal haired player shook his head, not picking up anything new. "Want to head down there and see what's the deal?" [attr="class","otlnotes2"]164 ♦ akeno ♦ 3/12 quest[attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[newclass=.otl2]width:300px;padding:30px;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;color:#999;line-height:14px;letter-spacing:1px;background:#fcfcfc;border:solid #e8e8e8 1px;[/newclass][newclass=.otlimg2]margin: 0 auto;width:100px;height: 100px;-webkit-clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%);-ms-clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%);-moz-clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%);-o-clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%);clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%);background:url('http://i.imgur.com/Zof0evC.jpg');z-index:999;[/newclass][newclass=.otllyrics2]color:#ccc;letter-spacing:2px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:7px;text-transform:uppercase;width:295px;height:120px;text-align:justify;margin-top:-98px;line-height:8px;[/newclass][newclass=.otllyric2]color:#9B93B8;font-family:Georgia;font-size:14px;text-transform:uppercase;text-align:justify;margin-top:-10px;[/newclass][newclass=.otlbody2]width:295px;[/newclass][newclass=.otlbody2 b]color:#9B93B8[/newclass][newclass=.otlnotes2]font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;margin-top:5px;color:#aaa;line-height:13px;text-align:center;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass][newclass=.otlnotes2 span]color:#9B93B8[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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Jun 6, 2017 18:09:39 GMT -5
Post by akeno on Jun 6, 2017 18:09:39 GMT -5
"Okay, okay..." She seemed to be carefully assessing the situation before answering. Of course, this was merely the 'overseer' persona that she'd put on, and it was a rather obvious and humorous act that she was putting on, mixed with an actual fear of the setting. With her chin held high above her shoulders, she appeared to be looking down at most things. And whether it was slightly offensive, or just coincidental, the somewhat British accent she acquired with the act made it a bit more... Realistic. "Alright then, down towards the peasants we shall walk."
Giddy with excitement, the act crumbled down into nothingness, as she butt-scooted her way down a rocky alcove towards the miners. Less than comfortable of a trip down, she turned around to wave for her companion to follower her, leaving her left hand rubbing her no doubt stinging backside.
"Away, away we go! To check on the swingers-- pickax'ers-- the minor-- miner guys!" She announced with a thrilling tone. The Cannibal wasn't one for boring missions, and she hoped she could make this one somewhat enjoyable for herself, if it didn't turn any interesting stones (fuck yeah, rock pun).
She also, of course, needed some outlet to feign ignorance of her deathly fear of caves and the dark.
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Jun 7, 2017 9:52:30 GMT -5
Post by mustang on Jun 7, 2017 9:52:30 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"]The english accent was again, fairly amusing to Mustang. Taking his hand rubbing the back of his neck curiously as she took a rather painful method of heading down. “I-Indeed…” He whispered to himself, twisting his own accent to that of a british man. While he took amusement to some of the girl’s antics he preferred to actually just be a normal person and walk. It took longer for sure in comparison to Akeno’s extreme method, however it was his own comfort he was more concerned with.
What never seemed to lack was the girl’s enthusiasm, a skill that even the optimistic Mustang didn’t have. His boots kicking under gravel and rock as he followed the long path down, the sloop down the mining area was quite steep for being well established.
Perhaps the danger was more in the fact he could face plant into a sharp rock, rather than any potential creatures that lurked in the darkness. He let out a small sigh, occasionally stopping now and then as he felt his footing give out a little. It would take a while long than he was sure that Akeno wanted. But finally he made his way to the base floor of the place. “Alright so guess we ask them if there is anything suspicious going down?” Suggesting the question in the dim light of the mine. [attr="class","otlnotes2"]227 ♦ akeno ♦ 4/12 quest[attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[newclass=.otl2]width:300px;padding:30px;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;color:#999;line-height:14px;letter-spacing:1px;background:#fcfcfc;border:solid #e8e8e8 1px;[/newclass][newclass=.otlimg2]margin: 0 auto;width:100px;height: 100px;-webkit-clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%);-ms-clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%);-moz-clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%);-o-clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%);clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%);background:url('http://i.imgur.com/Zof0evC.jpg');z-index:999;[/newclass][newclass=.otllyrics2]color:#ccc;letter-spacing:2px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:7px;text-transform:uppercase;width:295px;height:120px;text-align:justify;margin-top:-98px;line-height:8px;[/newclass][newclass=.otllyric2]color:#9B93B8;font-family:Georgia;font-size:14px;text-transform:uppercase;text-align:justify;margin-top:-10px;[/newclass][newclass=.otlbody2]width:295px;[/newclass][newclass=.otlbody2 b]color:#9B93B8[/newclass][newclass=.otlnotes2]font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;margin-top:5px;color:#aaa;line-height:13px;text-align:center;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass][newclass=.otlnotes2 span]color:#9B93B8[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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Jun 7, 2017 20:12:30 GMT -5
Post by akeno on Jun 7, 2017 20:12:30 GMT -5
The Cannibal gave an affirmative nod, as if a soldier accepting orders from her dark haired companion. With an elegant, controlled stride, Akeno held her hands behind her back, before reaching one out. She softly pat her left palm on the right soldier of a miner, who harshly swung his pickax into the rocks and stuff in front of him.
"Excuse me sir, my colleague and I have arrived to assist you in your endeavors." She bowed her head, her other hand reaching out to motion to her party member behind her. "Basically, any scary shit we gotta rip up?" Akeno grinned, showing her sharp teeth, dropping the prestigious guise.
"Wanna help? Grab a pickax..." The older NPC grumbled, motioning towards a rack of the picks. The motion of his arm was lazy and weak, black smudges across his skin. Pursing her lips, The Cannibal took a step back as he commenced swinging his pickax again. She was hoping for something at least a bit more exciting than that.
"Well," Turning back to her companion, her blank expression shifting into an excited smile, "Oh well! Off we go!" Skipping delightfully past him again, she gave his arm a little tug as she passed, in a jubilant jaunt towards the supply station.
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