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Jun 9, 2017 23:28:18 GMT -5
Post by MEATPIE on Jun 9, 2017 23:28:18 GMT -5
DEVOUR EVERYTHING IN THIS WORLD EAT UNTIL THERE'S NOTHING BUT BONES THERE IS STILL ROOM IN THE STOMACH
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bounty 1/10 let's get this hunt on the road! | There was an oppressive darkness, within the tangled roots of the area.
It was welcoming in it's own way, even as the purple haired woman walked easily among it's distorted paths. Something about this place felt nice to her. And it wasn't because she liked nature walking in the real world. No it was something other then that - those walks were mostly when the children were too much for her, letting her husband handle them for a bit instead - something much darker. Something that wasn't natural to her to say the least. It bothered her a bit, but it was hard to worry about it when there was so many other things to worry about in this world. Mainly, the fact that death may come at any moment.
It bothered her that her children could die without her ever knowing it.
She stopped a moment, tilting her head a little bit. The reason she had come to this place - rather then the curiosity of the strange comfort that she derives here - was the bounty. A bounty, something she had never participated in before, and yet this one was interesting. What had drawn her attention the most was what the words had said about the target. '...and devours what's left.' was the direct quote. The fact that something other then her devours beings was curious. Her true colours had shown a bit in the latest raid, and it made her aware that something was off with her class.
That and her enjoyment of the thing.
So she had found two young ones to accompany her. A defender and a utility respectively, forming an ideal party. One whom she has met before in the hunt for an egg - those poor dinosaurs - and a new face that spoke to her somehow. Her head looked behind her, even as she smiled towards the pair, the party indicators proving she had gone a bit ahead. It was her familiarity with the terrain, she'd wager. Perhaps they had come consumed with a conversation? She had no idea, but the meeting place was here - they had formed the party before going off to prepare themselves. And so, she smiled, letting her stand remain relaxed.
There was nothing to worry her just yet, after all. |
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Jun 10, 2017 0:36:32 GMT -5
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Post by nightingale on Jun 10, 2017 0:36:32 GMT -5
 A madwoman accosted her when Nightingale had let her guard down and shanghaied her into a hunt for some kind of bounty; Melody wasn't totally certain and she wasn't totally ready to care one one or the other. She debated running for her life and leaving the woman to die, but then she had a thought. No, Melody, this might be good. Madness is the best indicator of inspiration.She'd heard there was another one, but beyond that she had no idea who that was or what they could do. With any luck they were strong-armed into this like she had been and they would have that in common; no one in this world could match her for anything else. But they weren't here yet, she realised as she walked through a dark forest that came out of Tchaikovsky's nightmarish ballets. No, it was just her and that madwoman; anyone who spoke to her for any length of time could tell something wrong with her. Taking her baton from her sleeve, she flicked up and called three sets of bells to her orchestra - the better if this woman started attacking her after this whole show was done. Nightingale said nothing to the... amply named... Meatpie... What was wrong with this game? Bells x3 1/10 - MEATPIE Masamune what's wrong with a little destruction
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Jun 10, 2017 2:03:40 GMT -5
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Post by Masamune on Jun 10, 2017 2:03:40 GMT -5
A JET BLACK CROW DRONING ON AND ON AND ON UP ABOVE OUR HEADS DRONING ON AND ON AND ON AND ON KEEP MAKING TROUBLE 'TILL YOU FIND WHAT YOU LOVE I NEED A NEW PARTNER IN CRIME AND YOU SHRUG THERE'S A ROOM IN A HOTEL IN NEW YORK CITY
Masamune really like the game's bounty system so far. They provided a a bit more of a challenge then the quests did, without the risk of just diving head first into one of those accursed raid things. So to him this was perfect, not too easy but also not insanely life threatening like the raids. Though he wasn't too sure how his party felt about the topic of the bounties it was pretty reasonable seeing as he only actually knew one of the people in the party with him and even then he didn't know the older woman to well. He ran into her during the dino egg hunt thing and she didn't seem like that bad of company in all honesty.
The moment that Masamune was at the bounty location with the rest of his party the green haired man would activate a skill, Armory: Core, which clad his body in a set of silver and green cybernetic looking armor. Speaking with a voice that sounded a bit more robotic now due to his armor the young man would bow at the two with him, just being his usual polite self, before blurting out a quick, "It's nice to see you again Meatpie, It's also nice to meet you as well..Nightingale." The hesitation on the last statement just do to him checking to make sure he got the blue haired girl's username right.
Standing back up straight in his cybernetic armor Masamune would glance around the area quickly, he was a bit unfamilliar with this area and wasn't sure where they should go. For now he'd just stay quiet after his little greeting thing, content to just letting someone else take the lead on actually finding the boss. SELKIE OF WW
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Jun 10, 2017 4:44:23 GMT -5
Post by MEATPIE on Jun 10, 2017 4:44:23 GMT -5
DEVOUR EVERYTHING IN THIS WORLD EAT UNTIL THERE'S NOTHING BUT BONES THERE IS STILL ROOM IN THE STOMACH
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2/10 I'm sorry meatpie is weird | One by one they tickled in.
She smiled at them, happy to see them here. The girl didn't speak - but that was alright, some of her children didn't like to speak either - and seemed hesitant. Oh, did she think that Meatpie would do something bad? That was rather sad, and for a moment, a frown found itself on her features. There was something wrong with the girl, or perhaps it was just caution because of the area. With that thought, her face cleared up, just in time to see the armoured boy come forward. She was once more beaming smiles, even as her body swayed from side to side, as if listening to a tune that neither could hear.
''Welcome dearies! I'm glad you both made it!'' she said.
Cheerful and content, her hands twitched as if she wanted to hug them. But she held herself back, even as she turned a bit. ''Our little bounty is in this area somewhere. Be careful of course - this is not a nice man at all!'' she said. Her tone was a variant of motherly gentle, and a slight hint of teasing babyish. It was hard to really define it, as she spoke to her own rhythm. But her gaze looked into the path before her, and she hummed again. ''Be aware that this is one that likes to torture and then kill. Oh, those poor kidnapped dears...'' she said, pausing. But she shook her head, and just smiled.
''Now, come come! We have to find the right trail to get to the hideout!'' she said. Of course, that made it clear that the map, should they bother to look at it, only indicated this as a general area for the bounty. Unspecific, but that was the nature of it. In fact, it reminded her of a game one of her children had mentioned. Dead before Dawn? Until Dawn? No no, it was Dead by Daylight! That little horror game was a fun one, from the little she played when one of her children dragged her to it. But this was no longer a game now was it?
It was real, even as she began to walk in the underbrush, humming her own little tune. |
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Jun 10, 2017 5:15:57 GMT -5
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Post by nightingale on Jun 10, 2017 5:15:57 GMT -5
Originally, Melody wanted to be Beethoven simply to match that composer's works and their enduring strength throughout hundreds of years. Now, she wanted to be Beethoven just so she could go deaf and pretend this woman wasn't talking at all. And the other one was one of those - what was the term she'd heard bandied about by the detractors? Oh, yeah - "weeaboo". He was a weeaboo. Why was she the only person who had anything resembling grace and poise in this game? Though, torture and kill? Come to think of it, she'd met a Player once whose class was something similar - what was the word again? She didn't stick around long, for obvious reasons. Flicking her baton, Nightingale bit her tongue and called forth a pair of violins to join her bells - might as well try to build the best Orchestra she can, at this rate. She needed time to handle more instruments, but five was more than suitable for now; she'd definitely have eight before she began conducting, however. Assuming, of course, that no one tripped over this so-called butcher before she could. With her awful humming, though, Nightingale suspected their fearless leader would give them away long before Nightingale began the first notes... Bells x3, Violin x2 2/10 - MEATPIE Masamune what's wrong with a little destruction
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Jun 10, 2017 12:58:50 GMT -5
Post by Masamune on Jun 10, 2017 12:58:50 GMT -5
A JET BLACK CROW DRONING ON AND ON AND ON UP ABOVE OUR HEADS DRONING ON AND ON AND ON AND ON KEEP MAKING TROUBLE 'TILL YOU FIND WHAT YOU LOVE I NEED A NEW PARTNER IN CRIME AND YOU SHRUG THERE'S A ROOM IN A HOTEL IN NEW YORK CITY
As the other person in their party stayed quiet yet again and summoned another instrument Masamune just shrugged it off. Assuming that they were just a quiet person and didn't want to talk instead of assuming something worse about them personally. They must of had their reasons for not wanting to speak after all, and who was he to try to pry the words out of her.
Taking a bit more of a serious tone now he'd simply nod his head at Meatpie as she finished talking, before blurting out a simple and quick "So he's some kind of serial killer or something?" Masamune hadn't actually read about the bounty yet and just showed up purely for the challenge. And to help out someone he considered a friend of course.
Realizing that it probably wasn't the best thing to have no idea about the bounty the Shinobi would flick open his menu and scroll through it briefly. Equipping his weapon, the blade appearing on his back in a quick burst of pixels as he made his way over to the bounty board in his menu. For a bit Masamune stayed quiet as he read the actual details about the bounty, familiarizing himself with it a bit more as he followed after the party leader who began moving already.
Only to stop the reading by eventually blurting out a quick but quiet, "Hey are you okay?" In the direction of Meatpie, the little wobbling thing she was doing earlier had him just a tiny bit concerned for her health. SELKIE OF WW
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Jun 14, 2017 5:46:24 GMT -5
Post by MEATPIE on Jun 14, 2017 5:46:24 GMT -5
DEVOUR EVERYTHING IN THIS WORLD EAT UNTIL THERE'S NOTHING BUT BONES THERE IS STILL ROOM IN THE STOMACH
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3/10 aah sorry for the wait, also if you guys want to add anything feel free, I don't want to be the only driver here! | What adorable children.
One looked at her with something unkind in her eyes. But that's alright, Meatpie had been on the receiving end of worse. She understood the child in her own way, realizing that her general method of existing wasn't necessarily compatible with everyone. And that was fine, she wasn't going to push something in when a child couldn't accept it. But Masamune, bless his sugar sweet heart, seemed more concerned about her. She had heard his question of course, but she didn't answer him just yet. After all, she had caught a motion she was marginally familiar with now - opening the menu. The woman figured he was reading the bounty, a good move on his part.
And then he - bless his heart - was worried about her.
She laughed in delight. ''Oh I'm fine! My husband says that I often look like a drunk, or a asylum inmate, what with my swaying and my humming.'' she said. ''It's just a side effect, I have a lot of children you know. Swaying and humming always puts the darlings to sleep as babies.'' she added. There was something light, even happy as she shared such detail. Of course, she wasn't stupid either. She was still on guard, unwilling to let these poor dears get hurt more then they aught - Masamune is a defender you see, she can't necessarily protect him like she wants to, as she's an attacker. But something caught her attention, her eyes spotting something shiny.
One, two, three steps, and she was near it. With a simple flick of her wrist, a butter knife came sailing out of her sleeve, hitting something. With a twang of metal against metal, her eyes narrowed as the jaws of the trap snapped shut. It was a bear trap, and it was big enough to seriously damage anyone that walks into it unawares. What bothers her the most, however, is the garment snagged in the bushes, as if someone had to shed that coat in a hurry. It was small, almost the side of a child, and splattered with blood.
Her smile was still there, but there was something wrong on her face, almost like stone.
''Keep an eye out dearies, there are traps afoot.'' she says, her tone no longer light and jovial. There's something like steel in her words, and her fingers gently pick up the jacket from the bushes. Tenderly, as if it belonged to one of her own, she stroked the jacket, her smile now fully gone, face sad. ''Be very careful, as this one must be stopped.'' she muttered, a will surging within her.
This bounty was going to regret doing such a horrid thing on a child. |
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Jun 14, 2017 16:09:16 GMT -5
Post by nightingale on Jun 14, 2017 16:09:16 GMT -5
"Someone married you?" Melody couldn't stop herself from saying it out loud. This... This joke of a human being managed to find love? Like, unironically? She felt her stomach churn. That someone like this could be happy while her symphony went uncomposed... disgusting. But, it sounded like her husband enjoyed shit-talking her, so... maybe it didn't matter. Waving her baton again, Nightingale struck up some flutes to join her ensemble. Now she had more than enough instruments; she could do with ten, but that was time she wasn't going to get. Their party consisted of her, this moron up front, and a man content to lick the woman's heels. Clearly she'd have to be the one to get this moving. And so, Melody's feet lifted off of the ground as she took the stance and began to conduct her instruments, a dirge for the Darkroot Hollows. Buffs and debuffs aside, the sound would likely alert their quarry to the new trespassers so they could get this fight started already. Any inspiration she could've found from this world had rapidly drained - now she just wanted this fight done and dusted so she could return to more important things. BPM: 110
mf, 4/4
Violin x2, Bells x3, Flutes x3 3/10 - MEATPIE Masamune what's wrong with a little destruction
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Jun 16, 2017 16:21:19 GMT -5
Post by Masamune on Jun 16, 2017 16:21:19 GMT -5
A JET BLACK CROW DRONING ON AND ON AND ON UP ABOVE OUR HEADS DRONING ON AND ON AND ON AND ON KEEP MAKING TROUBLE 'TILL YOU FIND WHAT YOU LOVE I NEED A NEW PARTNER IN CRIME AND YOU SHRUG THERE'S A ROOM IN A HOTEL IN NEW YORK CITY
"Well...that was pretty fucking rude.." Masamune bluntly blurted out in regards to the utility girl's comment. Which he wasn't really wrong about, it was kinda rude thing to say to someone you're supposed to be helping out with a mission. If he knew before hand that he was gonna get stuck with someone like this on the bounty Masamune probably would of turned down Meatpie's request for some help finding this serial killer.
Shaking his head a bit to try to help hold back his tongue so he didn't cause things to escalate any further then they were already Masamune moved to go peek over Meatpie's shoulder to see what she found in the trap.
Though it wasn't long after he noticed the child sized jacket that the purple haired woman was now holding that the other girl's music started up, it wouldn't be too much longer until the butcher decided to show up. Realizing that this probably wasn't the best way to handle the situation the man activated another skill, Armory: Demonic.
For a moment the metallic armor on his body faded to reveal the green haired guy underneath it, only for the armor to be replaced with a black and red set. Complete with an oni mask instead of the usual robotic one.
With his armor that was more focused on dishing out damage equipped Masamune would yank the now black and red blade off of his back, looking around the area as he awaited the serial killer's arrival. SELKIE OF WW
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Jun 18, 2017 16:59:41 GMT -5
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Jun 18, 2017 16:59:12 GMT -5
Post by MEATPIE on Jun 18, 2017 16:59:12 GMT -5
DEVOUR EVERYTHING IN THIS WORLD EAT UNTIL THERE'S NOTHING BUT BONES THERE IS STILL ROOM IN THE STOMACH
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4/10 let's get this fracas started! | ''Oh dear.''
Meatpie had muttered this aloud, even as she turned to look at the pair. Her face was a mix of exasperated fondness, much like a mother would view her bickering children. Because that's what they were, even as her fingers tightened around the cloth she held. But even then, it was almost absent minded, as if her attention was focused on something else. Which would be fair, considering what she was holding, even as the girl began a dirge - the souls that passed through this land cried death, death and hunger - and the boy prepared himself to fight. Both were ready, and with that in mind, it let her become ready as well.
Ah, it churned in her gut, hungry, wanting to destroy and devour the prey that was oh so tantalizingly dangerous.
Gently, she put the jacket in her inventory - for now, it would probably fade after the bounty was done - and both of her hands opened. In them, butter knives were sliding in, small and ready to be thrown. Her eyes had spotted something, even as she had warned them earlier. ''Instead of looking, let's bring it all to us.'' she muttered again. Her hands blurred, as the knives left her palms, thrown towards two things. One hit something with a thunk, the sound of metal hitting metal, before a quivering snap closed a trap around the thrown item. It was close, if they had continued to walk they would have stumbled into it.
A second trap, so close to the first. This was definitely the hunting ground.
The second knife sailed in the air, and a small ripping noise was heard. String, cut by force, and suddenly something blared. An alarm of sorts, perhaps, a location device. Yes, it reminded her definitely of that game, even as her body was full of something. Goosebumps, shivers, excitement? Who knew what was in her veins, even as the time was now. Her eyes flashed, and her mouth upturned into a grin, hidden by her hair from the two souls behind her.
The bushes rustled, a huge figure coming forth.
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Jun 19, 2017 9:41:18 GMT -5
Post by nightingale on Jun 19, 2017 9:41:18 GMT -5
If Nightingale had an opinion on what Masamune had said, it stayed inside her - she never spoke while focused on her orchestra, which she felt was for the best. After all, talking during a performance was just rude. But... she was using butter knives? Seriously, what on Earth was wrong with this game? Nightingale hadn't expected their target to arrive so easily, nor did she expect him to blend in somewhat with the darkness as well as he did. Her image of murderers included a white hockey mask that stood out; there was nothing of the sort here. She made the instruments hold their last note and then began to build in tempo until the instruments were playing faster for the current bars. And the effects would show; already the butcher's health was going down, while her allies had swiftness on their side. She did not speak; again, the performance demanded otherwise. They'd have to figure out to attack on their own... surely, even they could do that, couldn't they? BPM: 170 (Allegro)
mf, 4/4
Violin x2, Bells x3, Flutes x3 4/10 - MEATPIE Masamune what's wrong with a little destruction
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