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Jul 7, 2017 4:58:54 GMT -5
Post by nightingale on Jul 7, 2017 4:58:54 GMT -5
 Why was it so difficult to find good help these days? Nightingale wasn't even talking about the players at this point, but they were bad too. Everyone around her was useless, disappearing or thinking they were better than her that they didn't have to deal with her. Well, she couldn't totally blame them, she supposed - she was a prodigy, the next great classicist of the world. She was simply too intimidating through her presence alone. But there was a certain image of people who played games like this that she held - They were mouth-breathing subhumans who would do anything to achieve arbitrary goals set by inane "developers". But even they couldn't handle her ability to keep reins on the ship's wheel. That was what happened when you found basement dwellers like that... Mustang, she supposed. And now a troll lived under a literal bridge in the Town of Origins, and no one was stopping it? Did she have to do everything? Clicking her violins into actions, Nightingale walked towards the bridge with clear purpose - why did it always fall to her? Violin x3 1/8 - SPARKY ; BOUNTYwhat's wrong with a little destruction
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Jul 7, 2017 8:46:02 GMT -5
Post by SPARKY on Jul 7, 2017 8:46:02 GMT -5
acceptance and rebellion a boring status quo ''Holy crap, are you serious!?'' she yelled out. First, this game was awesome. Well, apart from the death trap thing. That is something that sucked although Sparky was taking it much better then most people. When the only people in her family are a shitty older brother and a drunkard father, well nobody could blame her in theory. She honestly didn't care, because her brother was probably off crying that he couldn't see his 3DS waifu or whatever that shit was. And her dad probably didn't realize both of them were trapped until the news would hit, and then he'd try to ignore it until nana came over and then she'd put them both in the hospital or whatever was going on with their bodies at this point. Seriously, she wished she could live with her Nana, but she couldn't due to the stupid marriage agreement. But right now, the game was not that awesome - considering there was a troll under the bridge in the starter town. How does she know that? Well simple - it was currently trying to turn her into paste. Or eat her whole, she isn't quite sure about it, because she kinda had tuned out his bellowing at this point. ''Jesus christ dude, I just said I didn't have money for the toll what the fuck is wrong with you!'' she yelled out again, even as she dodged another strike aiming for her head. It was almost like she was with her father and brother all over again. ''I'm not edible you putrid grease eating troll!'' she followed up, even as she backed away a bit more. Seriously, someone was going to come and check to see what was going on, right? There was only so much she and her trusty guitar could do right now after all. [newclass=".rght a"]font:12px roboto!important;color:#B40B9C!important[/newclass][googlefont="Roboto:400,700"]
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Jul 7, 2017 16:23:50 GMT -5
Post by nightingale on Jul 7, 2017 16:23:50 GMT -5
A scream got her to move at a slightly quicker pace, to be met by some... What style was that? Some woman - a player character, obviously - was already under attack by the bridge troll. After all the warnings, too; was she dumb or just suicidal? Tapping her baton, she called forth the Trumpets and began to conduct, floating off the ground as the instruments began to play. That was what got the troll's attention; what came next was the lumbering behemoth slowly looking towards her and then roaring at her. Now that she was playing, she definitely had its attention - and absolutely no idea where to go from there. To her credit, she only flinched mentally. She refused to let this hideous thing take her out, however - she was too elite for something such as that. The troll moved forward and Nightingale floated back slightly, still conducting. She hadn't planned this far ahead and she wasn't a jazz composer; improvisation was off the table and undesired for the table in the first place. Now what...? Violin x3, Trumpet x3
mf, 110 BPM, 4/4 2/8 - SPARKY what's wrong with a little destruction
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Jul 8, 2017 3:58:22 GMT -5
Post by SPARKY on Jul 8, 2017 3:58:22 GMT -5
acceptance and rebellion a boring status quo And the cavalry arrived with a hail of trumpets. Literally. Sparky let out a breath, as she bent over to catch her breath. She had just wanted to take a short-cut through the town honestly, and then the troll had just kinda been there. She was even leaving to go get the toll but the stupid thing decided she was a good meal instead! But her relief was honestly short lived, because she caught sight of the person that had come to save her. Immediately, the girl winced, that person looked too frail, too thin! ''Goddammit, gotta rescue the rescuer.'' she mumbled to herself, drawing her weapon. It's weight settled into her hand, and she let out a soft breath, immediately flicking a party invitation to the girl with all the instruments. Hopefully she accepted it. Pushing her body forward, she felt the little shocks that tickled her system. Coming up behind the ugly thing, she smashed the butt of her guitar into it's leg, the strings letting out a satisfying twang, along with a shock. ''Hey fugly, look at me instead you shit eating twat mongrel!'' she yelled to it. And struck it again, more electricity flowing into it. It wasn't much, but it was enough to cause a bit of muscle pain. And she knew she had the aggro, when the thing whirled around, and tried to flatten her again. She dodged that hit - barely, jesus it almost clipped her! - and just grinned. ''Oi, accept the party invite, and thanks for showing up! Let's show this ugly son of a bitch what for!'' she said, shouting towards the figure that had given her enough time to withdraw her weapon. Might as well work together right? And surprisingly enough, Sparky was taking the aggro from them real easily. Were they a Utility? Maybe, even as she rolled out of the way of another strike. She sure hoped so, because she had two passives and one active - and no healing. Mainly because there was only one mob, but seriously. She'd get smooshed into paste real quick if she wasn't careful. Yet, the flow of actions called combat seemed real easy to her, used as she was to fighting literal army of mobs. [newclass=".rght a"]font:12px roboto!important;color:#B40B9C!important[/newclass][googlefont="Roboto:400,700"]
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Jul 8, 2017 14:55:20 GMT -5
Post by nightingale on Jul 8, 2017 14:55:20 GMT -5
The music reached an impromptu coda, mostly so Melody could move and do things that required her attention to be relatively undivided. With that done, she dived rather ungracefully to avoid a swing and at the apex of her roll managed to hit the "Accept" button. That put her in a party where her skills were more useful. It also put her in perfect range to hear that awful noise from her instrument-weapon, and Melody's teeth nearly ground themselves down to oblivion. No, Melody, not now. She struck up a pair of bells and moved back, returning to conducting with nary a word as the symphony started up again. A simpler song, this time - but it worked for what it did, and with the Bells added the Troll's health could be seen dropping. As an added bonus, maybe Melody would be unable to hear her profane howling in the middle of all of the noise. She could focus on doing the work; let someone who knows how to make real music fix this. Violin x3, Trumpet x3, Bell x2
mf, 110 bpm, 4/4 3/8 - SPARKY what's wrong with a little destruction
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Jul 12, 2017 5:18:59 GMT -5
Post by SPARKY on Jul 12, 2017 5:18:59 GMT -5
acceptance and rebellion a boring status quo She felt her lips twist into a manic grin. Sparky had forsaken others because stuff like this was even funner then dealing with other people. In fact, she loved being able to zip around and fight something bigger then her, without fear. She was flexible and young, in good physical shape. So it was easy to twist out of the way of a strike, and strike back. The solid tang of guitar against flesh made her want to start laughing, because it was just not what people expected. Particularly not the flash of electricity that discharged on her strike, even as she pushed off to get away. If anyone knew she was using a guitar as a bashing weapon, well someone would be screaming somewhere. And that made her want to laugh hard. But that distraction of her thoughts was going to kill her one day. She saw the thing coming down and had not the chance to escape by normal means. So without hesitating, her eyes were on her party mate, and then she was gone. Out from under the strike, re-appearing next to the girl with the slowly forming ochestra. ''Thanks!'' she called out, for many reasons. Thank you for accepting the invite, for being a utility, for coming to my rescue - all of these were valid, even as Sparky started to run, the guitar in her hand sparking with lightning. She saw the timer for her ability, and decided to let it run down, because that way the cool down would be faster then if she held on to it. It could be useful later, since this troll was proving to be a tricky little shit. [newclass=".rght a"]font:12px roboto!important;color:#B40B9C!important[/newclass][googlefont="Roboto:400,700"]
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Jul 12, 2017 13:09:05 GMT -5
Post by nightingale on Jul 12, 2017 13:09:05 GMT -5
At least the other girl caught onto not talking to her. That was better than nothing, though her insistence on her clashing everything was not aesthetically appealing at all. Granted, a lack of aesthetics summed up almost the entirety of this game's playerbase, so... Melody kept the song focused; judging from the color of this girl's name she had to be part of that "Defender" subgroup or whatever it was; presumably she could hit the troll, especially since Melody's own ability to make anything resembling an attack was limited to her instrumentality. Picking up the tempo of her song, she continued to conduct, floating slowly forward so she could be certain that the little sugar-induced tyke ahead of her wasn't going to run out of range of her song. It was like babysitting without any of the monetary reward or ease of idea. Instead it was a literal life or death battle. The troll was already bringing up its fists again, ready for... "Sparky"... to meet with her weapon. Violin x3, Trumpet x3, Bell x2
Tempo Allegro, mf, 4/4 4/8 - SPARKY what's wrong with a little destruction
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Jul 13, 2017 6:52:00 GMT -5
Post by SPARKY on Jul 13, 2017 6:52:00 GMT -5
acceptance and rebellion a boring status quo Strike, dodge, strike, dodge, then take a hit. A rhythm that she was familiar with, even as she made sure to not be predictable. As the troll rose his club to meet her, she twisted her body. Her foot collided with it instead, and she started to run, before striking at the exposed arm. And then she'd land and restart this kind of dance. She knew how to get around everything, letting each twang of the weapon hitting this mob her motivation. Honestly, the only reason she had ran from this guy in the first place was because she wasn't sure if this was one of those bounty things. And well, considering the other person showed up, and started to get ready to attack - well it was confirmed with that. Each hit was sending shocks, and it wouldn't be long until this stupid thing lost feeling and control of it's limbs. She was almost eagerly waiting for it, her eyes sparkling in anticipation. Of course, her confidence could edge the line of arrogance, and she knew it. So when the club caught her midriff, and proceeded to launch her away, she knew she had overstepped her abilities. Landing with a rough squish, she rolled. She saw her health, and took in a hissed breath, slowly and gingerly getting up, vulnerable. She sure hoped that other person could pull out something useful right about now. [newclass=".rght a"]font:12px roboto!important;color:#B40B9C!important[/newclass][googlefont="Roboto:400,700"]
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Jul 14, 2017 12:34:16 GMT -5
Post by nightingale on Jul 14, 2017 12:34:16 GMT -5
As quickly as the song started, it stopped after Melody took stock of the situation. Clearly, this was going to call for a stronger set of instruments. Or, rather, it was going to call for more instruments. Melody was already nearing her orchestra's limit, but she had extra slots to play with. And so, she struck up two extra violins, now at five - the max she carry. Considering that the Violins were what carried the healing effect for her allies, Sparky was going to have to make do with the highest level of healing over time alongside the health drop and speed drop on enemies. And let it never be said that Melody did not care. When she started to conduct again, the tempo had drastically increased beyond even the level her band was performing at before, her baton moving as if it were a blur to increase the effects further. And judging from the increase in Sparky's healthbar, it was working. It was also working to attract attention, and the troll broke rank to charge the Orchestrator. It would still take her time to be struck, but... Violin x5, Trumpet x3, Bells x2
Tempo Presto, mf, 4/4 5/8 - SPARKY what's wrong with a little destruction
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Jul 16, 2017 8:09:18 GMT -5
Post by SPARKY on Jul 16, 2017 8:09:18 GMT -5
acceptance and rebellion a boring status quo Man, utilities were so useful! It also helped that sparky liked music in general, so even though some people thought she was one of those rock or metal heads, she could appreciate a good classical piece like anyone else. In fact, pieces like that fascinated her, yet she never had the chance to truly capitalize on it. Her health was going up however, and that made her sigh happily, even as she picked herself up off the ground. Checking her limbs, she raised her head - only to see the troll heading towards the utility that's currently healing her. Not good, not good at all! Her eyes quickly went to the timer of her ability, and she noticed she had still a little bit to go. Dammit! At least, if the utility went red, it would instantly be refreshed and free. ''If you hit red I can get to you, just hold on!'' she shouted. She began to run, but she was unsure if she could make it there in time. She had been thrown rather far, but she wasn't going to give up just because she was too far. Sparky had more determination then she had common sense sometimes, and she knew it. But that wouldn't stop the girl from trying to help anyways! She just hoped the utility would be fine, because that would seriously make her angry if they got hurt when she couldn't get to them. It was one thing to be alone, but mainly the reason why Sparky avoided people is that she inevitably felt responsible for them. Force of habit, considering her shitty father and brother. [newclass=".rght a"]font:12px roboto!important;color:#B40B9C!important[/newclass][googlefont="Roboto:400,700"]
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