Jun 25, 2017 20:46:15 GMT -5
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Jun 25, 2017 20:45:28 GMT -5
Post by False on Jun 25, 2017 20:45:28 GMT -5
As cool as Undercity sounded it was kind of a letdown. Sure it was pretty spooky, but not Castlevania Spooky, it was Halloweentown High where all the ghosts and ghouls, all the werewolves and vampires were more goofy and laughable than terrifying and deranged. And for some people that was cool, it was what they wanted out of this game with death prevalent and raid bosses that were kin to national disasters, but for False it was wack. Maybe if he was 5 years younger and into Jack Skellington as much as the weird goth kids were in high school he'd have taken more of an interest, but he wasn't and that left him unsatisfied with the entire experience.
Even if the experience was generally shitty the young lad though he might as well make a quick buck off of it and catch a party invite that might hopefully turn a quick buck or a few neat items. The whole heart charm actually seemed like a pretty useful item off top and so any quests following he figured might offer a good reward as well, the only problem? He didn't really know how to win hearts over. Thankfully there were people for that, there were people for everything. And so he'd set up an open party invite alongside a little description. "Need charming players to steal hearts. If you're not cool, tough or have some halfway decent aspect about yourself don't apply." Needless to say the first couple of people who'd come by had none of those traits and were quickly shooed away with their feelings hurt. Hopefully, the next set of humans would be a little less shitty.
Lithe Mistress
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Jun 25, 2017 22:33:46 GMT -5
Post by Mistress on Jun 25, 2017 22:33:46 GMT -5
"Well what'dya know, I guess this what them artsy types call home, innit?"
Mistress casually strut through the Under City, her two little hatchlings circling around her head. Her walk was refined from years of etiquette classes, her budding career as a model, and her extensive training as a gymnast and cheerleader. A slight switch of the hips, the strength from the core radiating throughout her body to react in tandem with her steps. Each heel landing in perfect sync with one another, and a small sway of her naturally wavy hair. She knew she was the shit, a force not to be reckoned with. Her presence was confident and cocky, able to turn head when she walks into a room. And she needed everyone else to know that.
She was looking for the person who sent the invite in regards to charming people. Of course, she quickly found herself nearing the destination to meet up with said person. She figured it was the cloaked figure, looking shifty and rather ghetto as she would think. However, her plan of action was simple: walk past him. And keep walking past him, until he noticed her and asked her to help steal whatever it was he needed help stealing. Truth be told, she didn't really read past 'need charming players,' because regardless of the task she knew she would be perfect for the job. So, she did just that. She walked right past him, gave him a little side eye and smile, giggled, and kept going on her way. Of course he would ask her to join his party. She was perfect.
Quickly, she turned around after a few paces, not even giving him a chance to react. "I saw ya peeping at me, I mean who wouldn'? I know I'm a lot ta handle, but I assure ya that I'd be fit for tha task~" Her southern accent was heavy, but so were her breasts. Hopefully she'd pass whatever test he was aiming to give her, but she was sure enough serving him body with a side of innocent lust.
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Jun 26, 2017 5:41:24 GMT -5
Post by Lithe on Jun 26, 2017 5:41:24 GMT -5
Undercity, where the dregs of society gather to be accepted by their kind, where freaks can be freaks and they don't look twice at the disabled or disfigured.
God he hated it here.
If he had a choice, he’d never return here if he could, but, it seemed that he had accidentally wandered in when he hadn't been paying attention to what direction he was going. Aw well, might as well show his beautiful face to these invalids so they can see something nice for once in their miserable lives.
He’d continue walking the streets, looking left and right as eyes peered in his direction, a smirk appearing on his face as he imagined what they were thinking, coming to a halt as he had gotten a sudden notification. It seemed that someone was looking for players who were charming, him, cool, also him, tough, definitely him, and finally anyone with some halfway decent aspect, he happened to be oozing with above average aspects.
He’d giggle to himself as he closed the menu and made his way to the destination of the quest, arriving as another player did; some hussy too proud of her chest fat to present herself in a decent way.
Sneering, Lithe would walk closer, pushing his way in front of the girl, nudging her aside rudely.
“Bonjour, I’m Lithe, pleasure to meet you, I’m here to steal hearts with you.” He would have a hint of French in his voice as he spoke, barely noticeable but still there. Looking over the man, he would tap his own lips lightly with his index finger, grinning, “From the looks of it, you’ve at least got what it takes to assist me.” Peering back as his grin faded he would side eye the young woman, “She on the other hand…” quickly turning back he would regain his grin, “Shall we begin?”
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Jun 26, 2017 10:56:47 GMT -5
Post by False on Jun 26, 2017 10:56:47 GMT -5
What kind of deepweb underage porno did this chick come out of?" What kind of weird meme was this chick? False sat atop the floating sword golden eyes simply watching the girl move around him flaunting her titties at him attempting to make some kind of statement, what exactly was he didn't dare to find out, but if he was a betting man this was her attempt at getting him to add her to the party. Sadly not only was False not much of a tits guy these were also the worst type of titties, underage titties, that being said the dark skinned man was about to shoo the weird bimbo off a man appeared pure white hair flamboyant and if he had to guess in his own right he'd be equally as annoying.
The white haired man would start with a "bonjour." meaning he was either pretending to be French or he actually was French he guessed the latter because honestly who the fuck pretended to be French. Within five seconds the man had changed from suave French swan to shitty used car salesman, the sell? his talent for being the things mentioned in his party invite. False wouldn't move watching the two as the white-haired man began some sort of squabble with the pornstar and for a second he wondered if this was some weird two-star Netflix comedy. Honestly false had half a mind to say fuck it and just ditch the quest entirely, but with these two squabbling, he figured if he pushed them far enough somewhere along the line these two dumbasses would start scrapping and that would be a sight to see.
The floating sword would gently descend to the ground allowing the silver haired man to get off the weapon sending the two party invites all the while. "Alright Pornstar, Napoleon here's the deal. We gotta steal or get hearts from the freaks who live in this town. You two are just weird enough to make mission imfuckingpossible work. So you two down or nah?"[/blockqote]
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Jun 26, 2017 12:15:26 GMT -5
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Jun 26, 2017 12:14:00 GMT -5
Post by Mistress on Jun 26, 2017 12:14:00 GMT -5
"Why, I'm flattered that ya would so kindly ask me to help ya fellers out," she said, leading into her left hip. "As long as its all vegan friendly, i'm down fer whatever activity ya boys had in mind... Anything~ Just don't tell ma daddy, or he'll havta go to jail again." Given the innuendo, it was not hard to figure out exactly what Mistress had in mind. In this world, she could do anything and be anyone. The vegan cheerleader laughed and giggled at the the man on the sword, before quickly turning her head to white headed sissy-boy she so thought he was.
"And honey, you sound like you like to make meat pies behind the ol' barn. You'll be great at gettin' those guys who fancy a more musky twink to nibble their bone." To be honest, she never did like the fancy french types. She loved their cuisine, don't get her wrong... But they always seemed to have a stick up their ass moreso than not. "I bet your use ta having a stick up yer ass, don'tcha?"
She turned her attention back to the boy who gathered them there for the quest, trying to block out anything the faeboy would have to say. "So, stealin' hearts, eh? I'm sure a freak wouldn' be inta the normal kinda stuff, but I'm pretty kinky so maybe that to our advantage? She tried getting serious for a moment, hopefully so they could plan a course of action.
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Jun 26, 2017 17:45:54 GMT -5
Post by Lithe on Jun 26, 2017 17:45:54 GMT -5
After accepting the party invite, Lithe would turn his attention to the airheaded girl that he had previously pushed aside. He would simply stare at her, the previous blank expression he had on his face turning into one of horror with every sentence she had completed. Who, in their right mind, would blabber this much, about things they should keep to themselves, to people they just met.
He planned on saying something about the comments that the edgelord had made but his mind was too busy thinking about what she didn't tell them that she was possibly keeping to herself. Blinking as she had finished speaking he’d be too stunned to even react to the rude things she had previously said as well.
As he held a hand to his chest he would look over at the other male party member with a ‘what the fuck?’ expression on his face.
Backing away from the two with a clear of his throat, an awkward smile forming on his face he’d begin speaking. “Allow me to lead this quest so I may get as far away as I can from this backwoods hussy.”
Opening his minimap he would seek out the nearest heart npc given by the quest, a shady looking young woman near an alleyway. Walking over to her he’d begin to work his magic, pulling words out of his ass as he secured the woman's heart as quickly as that. A few sweet words and a look that could seduce a general and she was as good as his.
Making his way back to his party, winking at the girl in the process, he would meet up with the two, a neutral expression forming on his face.
“First heart is secured.” Smirking he would look between both of them, “Now which of you two are going to be the first shot down,
Monsieur Negative or Mademoiselle Cow Tits.” Giggling as a smug anime girl would he’d stand aside as he awaited their attempts.
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