Jun 5, 2017 23:04:36 GMT -5
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Jun 5, 2017 1:41:19 GMT -5
Post by mustang on Jun 5, 2017 1:41:19 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"]The only logical place was to look in the desert for dinosaur stuff. While a tropical jungle would be sort of fitting, the eggs would need to stay warm. At least that was Mustang's best guess for where to look for these sort of things. His other attempt would have to have been somewhere in the faywood, however his best would have been here. Mustang felt beads of sweat dripping down his skin as he road his bright white steed into the white dust sands of the boneyard.
The whole place had a errie feel to it as he looked over his shoulder. Recruiting someone to come with him wasn't a bad idea, the promise of your own dinosaur would have been cool enough of a reward for anyone. "Think a few of these might actually belong to one?" Asking as he began to dismount and prepare the search for these supposed eggs.
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Jun 5, 2017 15:15:50 GMT -5
Post by gauntlet on Jun 5, 2017 15:15:50 GMT -5
 Gauntlet stuck out against the visuals with his own stone-colored lion mount coming in from the claymore's rear. Normally, the bruiser wasn't one to take to the presence of others but he was doing his best working with what he had. Dinosaur hunting was not only hard, but it was dangerous. While he wasn't big on loot in the first place, this famous Dino Run race seemed to have all the bells and whistles a player like this one sought for. So he'd do his best to humor his new comrade and maybe even make a personal ally along the way. As Mustang removed himself from his own pale steed, Gauntlet followed. “Could be.” He replied to the other player. Maybe it wasn't the best location, but with the bones in the area, there was no doubt giants reined supreme here. Step by step, the young man cleared the white sand to a distant set of giant bones sticking out of the dust. Suddenly, powerful vibrations erupted from underneath them, motioning to a clear giant creature in the vicinity. The bruiser quickly hastened his step and positioned himself against the cover of a spiked bone. With a rapid shake of one of his power fists, the player did his best to encourage the other player to his location.
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Jun 6, 2017 13:24:50 GMT -5
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Jun 5, 2017 23:30:36 GMT -5
Post by mustang on Jun 5, 2017 23:30:36 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 would have been totally fine for Mustang to head out on his own for this kind of thing. Especially considering how tired he was getting of people in general, however the risk of the quest was a unforeseen one. If there was any logical sense to this game then if there were dinosaur eggs to go, then there could have been dinosaurs. Mustang felt much safer with someone at his side. Even if Gauntlet was someone he had only just met.
As the two of them traversed into the land of giant ribs and various bones belonging to foreign beings, Mustang turned his head back to the white haired male. "Somehow I was expecting this to be a lot harder. Maybe we would-" The defender's comment cut short as he felt the first tremor of sand. Following his companion's lead, he took cover behind the jutting piece of bone. His eyes looking towards Gauntlet, a hand placed low to signal him to be cautious. Whatever might have been coming closer, the charcoal haired male had doubts they could take it. Still his eyes wandered out of his cover to peek at what was coming.
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Jun 6, 2017 2:40:58 GMT -5
Post by gauntlet on Jun 6, 2017 2:40:58 GMT -5
The stomps made miniature quakes upon the surface. Bits of sand and bone rattled around in waves by the echo of the sound. But the bruiser wasn't ready to run away. Not yet anyway. His body bent around their cover as his golden hues scouted the area for their contender. Contemplating between combatant or precaution was what his mind jumped between. Should they attack the source or avoid it? Searching from their current position gave little to no information, but a clear gap in the bone provided something suspicious. Gauntlet turned back to his ally. “There's an opening in the far back, but I couldn't see a nest.” He whispered, but loud enough against the pulsing foot steps. “What about you?” He questioned. “D'you see anything?” Any information was valuable. The stealthy tactic seemed to be the obvious manuever, at least for the time being. If they could get in and back out with little trouble, this dinosaur event would be in the bag.
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Jun 6, 2017 18:55:39 GMT -5
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Jun 6, 2017 13:39:26 GMT -5
Post by mustang on Jun 6, 2017 13:39:26 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"]Mustang's eyes continued to scan among the thunderous footfalls. Each step of whatever inhabited this place booming, kicking sand into the air as it did. Whatever it was, it didn't seem far and if the defender had to bet something he would say it guarded the eggs. Not much else could have been picked up in comparison to what the white haired male could see. Turning back with a shake of his head, seeming not much else could be gained in reconnaissance from where they hide.
"I couldn't see anything besides what you go. Whatever that thing is, it isn't here yet so we should try to get deeper in." He constituted a plan to him as for how to advance. They should have been safe enough with their colossus friend nowhere in sight. "We got this man, just follow me." Mustang patted on the shoulder, a friendly smirk flashing across his face. All before he turned the corner and began to jog his way over to the next piece of bone cover. His eyes looking out for anything out of the ordinary. [attr="class","otlnotes2"] 183 ♦ gauntlet ♦ 3/5 [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/S7vHKMh.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:#0D3451;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:#0D3451[/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:#0D3451[/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 18:23:08 GMT -5
Post by gauntlet on Jun 6, 2017 18:23:08 GMT -5
He took another peek before turning back to the claymore's reply. The more information they could get the better, but if that meant going in further, Gauntlet was ready. With a gigantic palm pressed against their cover, the bruiser pushed back to carry his own weight. Against the pauses of the monstrous steps, the white-haired young man tuned into mustang's plan as much as he could. Gauntlet wasn't one to take orders, but if he truly believed in brightened the situation he would always tune in. If there was any role you took orders from on the battlefield, it was a defender. “Right.” He replied with more encouragement. There was no doubt in his mind that this was the best plan, and mentally this claymore earned points for it. After the sudden pat on the shoulder, the bruiser spun out after the other player's rear but with a short distance in between. The attacker did his best to scan the areas the defender didn't or couldn't. Everything nook and cranny was important to finding this nest. As they kept their movement and search on, the loud tremors faintly appeared to grow closer. It was thought that managed to hide away in the back of the boxer's mind, so he kept his attention to hunt. “Hey!” He called out, still quiet but much louder than a whisper. “I think there's something over here.” Gauntlet pointed a giant finger towards a small dark gape in between an enlarged rib cage. Nestled inside was what looked like a group of oval-shaped eggs.
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Jun 12, 2017 18:02:44 GMT -5
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Jun 6, 2017 19:29:41 GMT -5
Post by mustang on Jun 6, 2017 19:29:41 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 claymore would keep his focus on finding a nest of eggs, or perhaps just a egg sticking out of the sand. It depended on the size of the thing he imagined, but that was with logic. Surely if these eggs were in game rewards then they would just pop into his inventory? It was a debate in his mind that was not worth the effort. Alternatively Mustang would look change direction to back to just finding what they were both looking for.
Thundering stomps coming further ahead would not deter him from moving forward. Deeper and deeper into this graveyard of bones and white dust. His ruffian friend drew his attention, glancing over his shoulder to see what was the matter. His eyes darted in the direction his finger pointed. "Nice!" He quietly whispered, his feet kicking up more sand as he hurried over. Mustang wouldn't keep his attention for anything else aside from the eggs. Just had to get them and bail before the creature arrived. [attr="class","otlnotes2"] 168 ♦ gauntlet ♦ 4/5 [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/S7vHKMh.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:#0D3451;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:#0D3451[/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:#0D3451[/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 21:10:20 GMT -5
Post by gauntlet on Jun 6, 2017 21:10:20 GMT -5
Quickly, the bandaged boy maneuvered through the thick bone and sand of the scenery. He skipped over sharp bits while he rolled over the larger rounded ones. His enormous hands carried the places where his legs wouldn't. Foot by foot, he'd slowly clear the obstacle course that was the distance between him and the nest. Once inches away, he lowered an opened glove to the area underneath to pick out an egg of his choice. Then suddenly, without warning, a roar erupted from the duo's backside. Before the bruiser could choose one for himself, his eyes turned to face the source of the call, but he could find none. Not good. The monster could see them, but they couldn't see it. Was it close or was it far? Did they have time to snag an egg or not? The attacker went with this chances. “Hurry.” He mentioned as he dug at the nest for an egg of his own.
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Jun 6, 2017 22:15:13 GMT -5
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Jun 6, 2017 22:14:01 GMT -5
Post by mustang on Jun 6, 2017 22:14:01 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 fared with closing the distance like a young track player, although the sword along his backside did him no favors towards his freedom of movement. It wouldn't not take him too long to reach the nesting point found among the dry bones of this valley. His eyes widening in excitement over the reward of claiming one of the rare eggs. However they would only beam larger as like his companion he heard a roar.
His heard shifting immediately behind him, half-worried whatever that was heading towards them. And yet there was nothing, which was great. It meant that the two still had time to escape "Alright, fuck, fuck..." He said quickly scooping a egg under his arm. It felt very dense in his arms, but a egg was a egg. "Let's get out of here m-" His sentence cut off as he started making his way back towards the exit. His head turned to look back at him, his eyes catching something that scared the soul out of him.
The tremors had stopped, and the source stared down the claymore. It was fairly far down the path, on the other end of the valley. It would give them some time, but as he looked into the tyrannosaurus rex's eyes, Mustang knew it was time to run. "Run." He blankly uttered, surely the white haired male would follow seeing what he did. Egg still tucked under his arm, he sprinted towards the exit. "Fuck. Fuck! Go! Go! Go!" Mustang would exclaim as he ran to safety, beginning to hear rapid stomps of their predator behind him.
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Jun 6, 2017 22:26:58 GMT -5
Post by gauntlet on Jun 6, 2017 22:26:58 GMT -5
It took only moments for the bruiser's eyes to align with the claymore's target. And then, a few seconds of silence caught the brisk of the situation at hand. The attacker's very soul reflected back through his eyes. He was ready for any combat scenario, but there was no way he could do this alone. Not within his mind, however clear it may be. By finishing the calm of the storm, the defender took off into the desert with an egg in hand, shouting one single command. The bruiser had no time to respond. No time to react. While keeping a firm grip on his prize, Gauntlet took to the trail Mustang left behind. The beast's quakes on the surface grew closer and closer as the chase gave on. Flipping through bits of bones and remains made running easier, but the sounds from behind were relentless. The bruiser would continue his pace until he reached the other player and away from the protector of the nest. KEbr8xK5
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