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Jun 3, 2017 17:14:18 GMT -5
Post by mark on Jun 3, 2017 17:14:18 GMT -5
[attr="class","bw-r-img"] [attr="class","bw-r-name"]TREASURE CHEST [attr="class","bw-r-fade"] [attr="class","bw-r-border"] [attr="class","bw-r-bg"] [attr="class","bw-desc"] descriptionThree treasure chests have spawned in the area! It's your job to find one and snag the loot! Simply reply to this thread with an in-character post and a roll as you're searching for the loot in the area. You may try as many times as you'd like, but you need at least two posts from others in between your next one. Once you roll one of the numbers below, you've won one of the prizes and you can no longer participate. Once three winners roll the correct numbers the event is over so there's no need to continue. XiDp6Ban
requirements• don't cheat • need at least one post in gargantua or dungeon of the endless • use [*roll] to roll in your post, but remove the asterisk • post needs to be in-character • 200 word requirement for posts in this thread • all characters can roll, no restrictions per person or character • ends 06/08 rewards• first prize: crushing fang ( weapon crafting material ) • second prize: bonemold plate ( armor crafting material ) • third prize: skeletal beast ( mount )
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Jun 3, 2017 18:30:03 GMT -5
Post by drakka on Jun 3, 2017 18:30:03 GMT -5
"Yes, isn't it odd? A treasure chest! And so unexpected too!"
"Very much so. Youngsters will show up soon, won't they?...And there they are!"
The two vampires were completely correct as a wolfish figure suddenly darted through, breath escaping in bursts and gasps as she stretched her legs further and further while keeping one eye lodged on the menu opened in front of her face, pinging as she lopped toward the high-pitched squeaks.
Her ears rotated and twitched as she noted a little change in the pitch, and she scrambled on the floor as she quickly skittered in another direction. Naturally, with her eyes kept on her menu, she wasn't paying too much attention to the ground. A yelp escaped from her chest as her paws twisted on loose dirt, the quivering vines of the Underworld instantly latching on and sending her with a spluttered "F-fuck!" into a filthy ditch.
She hissed out a long whimper as she pushed up to her feet, moving in a jerking manner as she examined her surroundings, shaking her head to rid it of the buzzing of impact...the pinging was ridiculously high now! Drakka sprang to her feet, pupils widening as she searched the various cracks and shadows of the ditch.
There
A treasure chest sat abandoned, and even a Lobisomem had the dexterity to open it...
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Jun 3, 2017 21:50:29 GMT -5
Post by seneca on Jun 3, 2017 21:50:29 GMT -5
[attr="class","bang"] [attr="class","bangimg"] [attr="class","bangtext"]Spending a fine evening in a dreary swamp land called, Under City didn't sound appealing. Throwing in rumors of treasure chests, however, changed the situation drastically. Her impression of the creepy city had transformed into dollar signs; it was an opportunity to strike gold. That was something she could not let slide between her fingers even if she found the atmosphere of the gloomy place disagreeable. That was fine, she would deal with the discomfort.
Anya shifted and stirred under the eyes of the citizens skittering around in the shadows. They looked at her strangely as if she were peculiar. Anya laughed to herself at this, head shaking as she quickly moved towards the outskirts behind the city. If anything, she looked like she would fit right in with the rest. Pale skin, red eyes, and silvery hair; she was practically a vampire stalking around.
Fortunately, tonight wasn't the night for hunting the supernatural bumping around the corners of Under City. Admittedly, she had chased the rumors to try her hand at something new keeping her mind open to the possibilities. She wouldn't be too disappointed with an empty chest so long as she managed to get her hands on one. Anything would do just fine for her.
It was in a small clearing just past Under City that she had found the mother load of chests. The small radius was filled with chest of various sizes. Some were opened and others looked to be firmly shut. The Slayer cackled, drawing her sword out to test her luck. Smashing the lock on the biggest chest she could find, Anya popped it open to take a peek. [attr="class","skills"]s_UbEk_A [attr="class","bangtag"] winner winner chicken dinner? ♦ Punkmy dude my guy give me some good stuff [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.skills]font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:15px;color:#666;padding: 10px; border: 1px solid #ccc; text-align: center; width: 300px;[/newclass][newclass=.bang]background-color:#fcfcfc;color:#444;padding:40px;width:350px;border:solid #eee 1px[/newclass][newclass=.bangimg]margin: 0 auto;width:250px;height: 269px;background:url('https://vgy.me/ridOkK.png');margin-top: -10px;position: relative;z-index: 2;[/newclass][newclass=.banglyric]width:200px;margin-top:0px;font-size:20px;text-align:justify;text-transform:uppercase;font-family:Oswald;line-height:27px;position: relative;z-index: 1;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtext]font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:15px;color:#666;width:325px;text-align:justify;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtext b]color: #555; transition: 0.9s ease; -moz-transition: 0.9s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.9s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtext:hover b]color:#DB7093;[/newclass][newclass=.skills b]color: #555; transition: 0.9s ease; -moz-transition: 0.9s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.9s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtext:hover b]color:#DB7093;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtag]font-size:10px;line-height:12px;text-align:center;color:#888;letter-spacing:1px;width:230px;[/newclass][newclass=.skills:hover b]color:#DB7093;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtag]font-size:10px;line-height:12px;text-align:center;color:#888;letter-spacing:1px;width:230px;[/newclass][newclass=.bangtag span]color:#DB7093;[/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 3, 2017 22:42:39 GMT -5
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Jun 3, 2017 21:57:25 GMT -5
Post by mustang on Jun 3, 2017 21:57:25 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 had long enough of a time being busy. Busier and busier he had seemed to be, the claymore had found himself only in one are now. The latest added in this odd pseudo patch the game had done before he had joined the midnight keepers. Before he had met Beat as well. His head quietly hanged as steam continued to rise from his bath.
Recently his fights had him tiresome and sore, pixelated scarring tore across his once pure untouched physic. And his heart was still beating, yet sore as he hasn't kept in contact with Beat or any of the others. So here he sat, his mind wandering in the hot springs. It was sudden as he felt the hot water wash along his back, he spent what was left of his money on reserving a private room, along with time alone in the hot spring itself. This time he would not be interrupted or having to cuddle as someone’s fake boyfriend like last time. Being a boyfriend… the thought lingered once again.
Mustang’s wondering bath time thoughts were suddenly broken. As seeming out of the sky a large wood chest plummeted out of nowhere. Landing with a splash in the middle of the pool of water. The charcoal haired man exclaimed with a screech as water was displaced, trying to capture himself. “What the shit!” His heart pounded as the chest accented in gold floated towards him. Whatever it was, Mustang hoped that it was worth the break in his peace.
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Jun 3, 2017 22:08:48 GMT -5
Post by index on Jun 3, 2017 22:08:48 GMT -5
Treasure. The word always gave Index a good impression regardless of its contents. Even if it contained something unusable, at least they could be sold off for whatever prizes. The useless and cheap ones can still be chucked at people he does not like or get dumped on his storage for eternity. When the word got to him that treasure chests spawned in his vicinity, it did not take long before Index got into action and searched the surrounding areas for them.
The shrubs were thick and the trees covered the sunlight above his head. A few animals were around him, though they obviously took caution from the paladin and moved away as he neared. Open areas such as the forests were pretty bad choices for treasure chests to spawn in when it comes to game design, but Index wasn't going to argue with it. If it meant finding loot easier, he was up for it. Using his sword to hack his way to the plant-infested region, he eventually reached a clearing in the middle of the forest with a wooden chest in the middle.
To make things more dramatic, a patch of leaves were absent above it, leading to a spotlight that showcased the treasure. The paladin took no more than a moment to approach the chest, opening the lead swiftly with his hand with the classic rpg sounds of opening chests playing on his head.
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Jun 3, 2017 22:23:47 GMT -5
Post by seneca on Jun 3, 2017 22:23:47 GMT -5
[attr="class","bang"] [attr="class","bangimg"] [attr="class","bangtext"]"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
She was screaming and didn't know entirely why she was screaming so fucking loud. The chest she had opened had greeted her with a fat nothing. It was expected and yet, she felt like she had been defeated. Oh, how she hated to lose. The Slayer could feel her eye twitch at the nerve this chest had. It was mocking her, she could feel it in her bones. Bringing back her foot, Anya punted the useless chest away.
In the distance, she heard it land on something or someone, placing her bets on the latter. There was no shred of guilt in her. Whoever yelled out in pain now understood hers on a more physical level. No pain, no gain. The Slayer had lived that motto for most of her life and now that she was in pain -- so to speak, she expected some gain. Turning to another chest, Anya plopped herself down to eye it before taking it into her hands.
She gave it a violent shake to check if there was anything in it. To her dismay, the sound of the bouncing lock and the banshee screams from the woods drowned out any potential hints. One way to find out. Raising her knee up, she smashed the old wooden chest over it not wanting to wait any longer. God damn it, she was going to come out with something! [attr="class","skills"]4y3YkNn3 [attr="class","bangtag"]attempt #2 ♦ @rngesus
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Jun 3, 2017 23:19:26 GMT -5
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Jun 3, 2017 22:43:48 GMT -5
Post by mustang on Jun 3, 2017 22:43:48 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"]He couldn't even begin to gather himself. The chest he found originally was filled with nothing, it was a complete waste of his time to relax. Now every now and then he was just checking the sky, worried for his own safety. How lame would it have been if you were killed by a chest that fell from the sky? Mustang couldn't imagine that, randomly dying with not a single person to say goodbye to.
Since that encounter he found his way back to the Underdark, the true source of these mysterious deaths. As much as the charcoal haired man became paranoid of them, the treasure potential inside tingled him. He was still looking for every sort of advantage he could, be it by random loot boxes or quests with randoms. Mustang did grow tired of the quests however, his own thoughts convincing him it would be best to tackle them with his own guild mates who he started to grow a liking too.
But first things first, loot. His eyes began to scour across the Darkroot Hallow, the first place he thought to look for secret treasure. It was like finding a needle in a haystack, but luck felt like it might have been on his side. Catching the faintest of shines, but who knew if actually had any worth while merit to it?
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Jun 3, 2017 22:50:24 GMT -5
Post by index on Jun 3, 2017 22:50:24 GMT -5
...And then Index found out that the chest contained nothing but pressure sensors on the lid, tripping up a trap that beeped once before exploding in his face.
Waking up with a jolt, the paladin found himself in a place completely different from where he thought he was. Drool was falling out of his lips while his limbs contorted to an awkward position on top of his mount. Eyes wearily blinked to his surroundings as his arms pushed towards his Raiju to bring him in an upright position, rubbing it once or twice to get a confirmation that he was officially out of his daydream. The peaceful and serene view of the forests of faywood was quickly replaced by wetland areas by the outskirts of the Underworld.
Drowsily, he commanded his mount to move forward while his hands covered his mouth when he yawned. Not long after, he spotted another chest just outside their route half submerged in marsh waters. He figured that the thing about chests spawning wasn't just part of his dreams at least. Taking off his mount, Index decided to approach the chest, but this time, he had his cover skill activated before flipping the chest's lid open with the tip of his sword.
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Jun 3, 2017 23:00:30 GMT -5
Post by seneca on Jun 3, 2017 23:00:30 GMT -5
[attr="class","bang"] [attr="class","bangimg"] [attr="class","bangtext"]Anya was dumbfounded and also felt a little dumb herself. The chest had cracked upon her knee, breaking in half. It turned into pixels right after leaving nothing in it's place. Well, this is fine, she told herself. It wasn't fine. She wasn't fine with leaving empty handed. A strong urge to come out victoriously was driving her now as she began to bust open the chests surrounding her one by one.
She tried any and all methods ranging from the superstitious to wishful miracles. Breaking a chest open upside down? Check. Smashing one with her head? Yeah. It had come to a point where she tried to shove her gauntlet inside one, fishing around for any valuables. Nothing. She wanted to wail like a banshee herself with her luck being horrendous.
The Slayer sighed dramatically, dropping herself down to one of the few chests left unopened. She turned to look at it with a pleading eye. Taking it into her lap, she crushed the lock in her hand, taking the time to say a small prayer. Shutting her eye, she took a breath as she opened the creaky top.
Here goes nothing. [attr="class","skills"]uw6rRk5B [attr="class","bangtag"]attempt #3 ♦ @god
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Jun 3, 2017 23:06:17 GMT -5
Post by Queen on Jun 3, 2017 23:06:17 GMT -5
[newclass=.why::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px;background-color: #5892a8;border-left:solid 2px #ffffff; border-right: solid 2px #ffffff;[/newclass][newclass=.why::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb:vertical]background-color: #5892a8;border-left: 5px solid #5892a8; border-right: 5px solid #5892a8; [/newclass][googlefont=Dancing Script] sick little games we are all, part of the same [attr="class","why"] Treasure hunting was an idea that sounded right up Queen's alley in all honestly. It gave her a specific reason to explore an area which was just, just perfect. Not only did she get to look around at the general area but there also might of been some secret hidden places that popped up during this for all she knew. After all it was a video game it was well within the realm of belief for magic areas to poof into existence for an event. Plus this was her first treasure chest hunt that she had participated in while she was stuck in this damned game, she had no idea to expect which just excited her even more!
Keeping her wits about her Queen strolled through the Underworld, her rapier sitting on her side and no half mask on her face to obscure her vision in anyway. After all she wanted to find stuff, and it was easier to see without her head piece of gear in the way. Trying her absolute best Queen would walk through the Underworld, ducking into alleys and checking behind buildings in search of treasure chests that might be hidden away. Even going as far as to peek into dumpsters.
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i'm wasting my days, i throw them away losing it all on these sick little games.
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Jun 3, 2017 23:08:57 GMT -5
Post by kingrex on Jun 3, 2017 23:08:57 GMT -5
 [attr="class","scare"]I'm Listening... [attr="class","scare1"] [attr="class","scare2"] [attr="class","scare3"] [attr="class","scarewords"]Rex had some really bad luck when it came to finding those pesky fucking treasure chests, but at least this one was in a place he'd already been familiar with. The underworld was a lovely shit hole of awkward monsters and other hellish night crawlers, and most of them thought the foul mouthed commando was a far worse kind of creature....
So the soldier explored all the horribly dirty alleyways and twisted sewers in search of a little gold trim container. All the while coming up empty handed, but thankfully Rex's greed extended further than his laziness. so he kept on looking, even being as brave as to enter an abounded spooky house, sneaking around it's dark innards with a flash light. Old and dusty cabinets were yanked open, or broken into if they were being stubborn, and he'd search under ancient and ruined furniture for anything that looked suspicious.
Eventually he found a break in the floor, and with a few good kicks he figured out it was some kind of hidden latch, after a brief pat he'd find the soft spot and pull it open, waving a hand at his face with a hiss of air to clear out a stir of dust. Would there be anything worth a damn in it?
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Jun 4, 2017 0:34:40 GMT -5
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Jun 3, 2017 23:20:15 GMT -5
Post by mustang on Jun 3, 2017 23:20:15 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"]Unfortunately luck just was not on his side, as while he was extremely hopefully at finding a chest that did not end up trying to kill him. As he attempted to navigate the dark and cumbersomeness lair of the darkroot hallow, his eyes continued to strain. Seeing the flashing shine, Mustang continued to approach his hopes were high. Shifting between the branches of a intertwined tree, he only noticed it to be a skeletal hand emerging from the mud below, a single finger raises with a glint of shining gold. A golden ring, however it was not what he had hoped for.
The claymore turned from the undead gesture, his own tongue chewed on as he continued to scan silently building his frustration. "This is....annoying." He muttered finally as he began to set off in another direction. The whole situation was annoying, perhaps he had taken his interest too far. At this point someone must have found a sweet weapon that really would have helped him for the future. That player probably laughed at it and thought of selling it off to a common NPC like it was nothing. The whole idea got Mustang's head hanging as he traversed the forest. All before raising his eyes at what seemed to be... a chest?! [attr="class","otlnotes2"] 213 ♦ ytqef59_ ♦ DEAD AF [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 3, 2017 23:40:47 GMT -5
Post by drakka on Jun 3, 2017 23:40:47 GMT -5
Drakka, for once in her life, looked like she was anticipating something amazing for her efforts...she got an empty treasure chest, and this anticipation evaporated like water and was quickly replaced by a pinched frown. A ragged snarl burst from her lips, and she suddenly jumped many times her height straight up, clumps of dirt raining down as she clawed her way out of the ditch.
Without a word toward the residents that had come to watch the very mad Lobisomem, she padded along, ears rotating once again. Her tail dragged with a dull scraping sound, and she grumbled incoherently to herself as she refused to rush as she had started this little spawning event as. A forked tongue slid around her jaws as she sighed and changed directions once again, dancing around the clinging vines that had previously tripped her up.
Once again, the pitch changed in her ears but this time, a simple breath announced her acknowledgement of this fact. If this was going to follow any luck she ever had, it was going to end up with a stupid empty treasure chest while everyone else walked away with a...fucking gold sword or something...and here it was...and treasure chest. It looked exactly how the previous treasure chest had looked, it smelled the same, the pinging of her menu was the same. There were no tells for if this was a real treasure chest or not...save for opening it of course...
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Jun 4, 2017 0:23:15 GMT -5
Post by index on Jun 4, 2017 0:23:15 GMT -5
It didn't explode like the one in his dream, but it was still a disappointment altogether. The chest still contained nothing, bringing nothing but utter despair for the paladin. Treasure chests appearing out of nowhere was not something that happens everyday, and if that event happened now, he was going to make sure he'd take advantage of it. He'd probably still cry himself to sleep once the day ends with him not getting anything but empty chests and whatnot, but at least he could say that at least he tried. It was greedy to even waste his whole day trying to look for them, but all was worth in his judgement.
With his boots already deep within the marshy ground, he decided to just wade his way back in the direction of the underworld. He already planned to leave it and head back to the town of origins to restock essentials and maybe get new equipment, but treasure hunting took priority. If he found one, another one was set to be nearby, regardless of whether it had contents or if it was another dud. Recalling his mount back to his inventory, he waded in uneven ground until he got too far. By the time he found another chest, he already was in another location. Still within the Underworld though.
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Jun 4, 2017 15:15:41 GMT -5
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Jun 4, 2017 0:35:26 GMT -5
Post by mustang on Jun 4, 2017 0:35:26 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"]His eyes were playing tricks on him once again, what seemed to be just the silhouette of a chest. It was just that, nothing more than a similar shape. As he stepped even closer, it was just a knotted roots and vines. A nature phenomenon or in this case it was just a cruel joke played on Mustang by fate. As much as he had hoped that his luck was turning around, it was beginning to feel like the worst. Worst week of his life so far, losing his best friend. Constant annoyances in his life pushing on him, all the work he had done and it was feeling like it was all for nothing.
But wait, what kind of shit was that? What good would constantly focusing on all the negatives do for him. The charcoal haired defender had to snap out of it. Focus on the now, and the now felt like it must have been close. All around him were signs that teased his senses, like it was pointing him closer and closer to his actual prize. He wouldn't let his spirit get broken, instead he turned his head to the sky. Letting a deep inhale of air, then exhaling as he would try to continue his search. [attr="class","otlnotes2"] 211 ♦ gp8ccw_g ♦ DEAD AF [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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