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May 1, 2017 20:53:28 GMT -5
Post by saleos on May 1, 2017 20:53:28 GMT -5
fuck, did he hate the under city. the wild life was next to non-existent and the roots of the trees here did not whisper in the same way as they did in the jungle. jason shivered in his basic armor, still, and only heard the murmurs of cash being one of the rewards for participating in the soulmate's ball. did he believe in soulmates? fuck no. did he want cash and would pretend to be about it for that purpose? absolutely. he looked up into the darkened sky, spoke some kind words about his real life girlfriend probably worried about him and continued with the task at hand.
it looked so damn opulent, the mansion, that it shot the boy back to middle school with his very first rich people party in where he never felt like he fit in. typical poor people talk though that he thought he got over, apparently it's still very alive and real. jason grabbed onto his tome and strides into the mansion expecting some sort of extravegent entrance but instead he was stopped by a hostess.
"are you waiting for someone or are you alone?" she questioned him.
"technically single, emotionally unavailable." he quipped and as she had no laugh, it was a quick kick in the ego that reminded him that his jokes were often lost on to deaf non-player character ears. saleos took a peek outside of the window, seeing caius (his great hornbill companion) perched against an incredibly depressing tree as he waited for some sort of partner to have dinner with and hopefully there with the same intention as he was, to get the cash and get the hell outta there.
event: soulmate's ball
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May 1, 2017 21:35:04 GMT -5
Post by Oberon on May 1, 2017 21:35:04 GMT -5
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[attr="class","mff"]  [attr="class","text"]A lonely speaker in a conversation, Her words are swimming through his ears again. There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for [attr="class","windysapphire"] What ran this world? Cash. What did the attacker need? Cash. There was no way Oberon was going to walk everywhere, his feet were just going to fall off at some point from all their use. And he didn't even have any proper shoes, just some thin piece of cloth to cover his feet. The idea of traveling in this world was simply preposterous all around to him in his current position. He wanted something to ride, and oh boy did that old man show him something worth riding. But he wasn't going to get another taste of that thrill till he forked over some money.
Swinging from tree to tree with his chains he tried his best to avoid the wet ground, keeping his ability to do so on cool down. Light began to peek out of the gaps between the trees, to which Oberon made his final swing. "And we're here!" he shouted as he came soaring through the air, landing on the ground with a thud and an explosion of the top of a pumpkin. Looking down he saw a pumpkin encasing his whole lower right leg. "Ohhhh shitttttt." Head swiveling to see if anyone was around to witness his destruction of property he made eye contact with someone on the other side of a window. "Shhhhh," Oberon put a finger to his lip and stared at the guy.
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May 2, 2017 12:20:54 GMT -5
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May 1, 2017 21:45:45 GMT -5
Post by saleos on May 1, 2017 21:45:45 GMT -5
All the man could do was wait impatiently for someone else to arrive, eyes scanning the ornate grouting across the crown moulding of the mansion until a large bang started Caius and caused the massive exotic bird to squawk and find a different tree to find further away from the chaos. Jason immediately turned around and saw the ridiculousness from outside, shaking his head before opening the door for the npc to see. ”I guess this is my partner.” He mused, chuckling as he walked outside to witness first-hand how this idiot was going to get his foot out of the pumpkin. ”You look like a fucking idiot.” He couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculous sight.
”You’re my partner for this whole dinner though so you better laugh at all my jokes and call me pretty at least ten times, sounds good with you?” he teased, extending a hand for a formal greeting despite how informal a pumpkin would be as an accessory. ”I’m Jason, errr, uhh, Saleos.” he quickly corrected himself before throwing a party invite over to the other. At worst, this night would at least be incredibly entertaining. "and that bird you scared off is caius, my lil companion. I'd love to hear why you decided not to just walk here. Who knew Tarzan was a class you could play in the game."
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May 1, 2017 23:49:45 GMT -5
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May 1, 2017 23:49:19 GMT -5
Post by Oberon on May 1, 2017 23:49:19 GMT -5
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[attr="class","mff"] [attr="class","text"]A lonely speaker in a conversation, Her words are swimming through his ears again. There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for [attr="class","windysapphire"] "Gotta make an entrance somehow" Oberon said, responding to the statement about how he looked. With the pumpkin still on his leg he stood there listening to the stranger, hoping no one would come out and make him pay a fee for what he broke. "Alright alright, I dig it. Oberon by the way." Reaching out and shaking Saleos' hand the rattling of chains could be heard, a few links poking out of the sleeve of the beginning armor. "Huh, bird?" He peered back towards the forest, unable to find the bird in the brief moment he took to search.
"Oh, well Cinderella has her carriage to get to fancy dances n shit and I got my chains" he said, raising his left arm and shaking it lightly to highlight the chains that poked out. "Although I don't know how she'll get back with it broken like this." Oberon kicked his pumpkin embraced leg against the wall, the fruit's wall giving way after a few hits. "But yeah, with the mucky ground I didn't want to get my feet soaked. Beginner armor is cheap as cheap can be." He walked a few paces forward, as to be beside his date. "Ready babe?" he said jokingly, arm outstretched.
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May 2, 2017 12:30:32 GMT -5
Post by saleos on May 2, 2017 12:30:32 GMT -5
”Well, that is something you definitely accomplished.” Shaking his head in disbelief, at least this would be a fun ball with someone who was almost as ridiculous as himself. The entire aesthetic of the graveyard mansion seemed to dissipate, nothing ominous left of the event as the newly acquainted boys prepared for their date. ”Chains, interestin’ concept for a class. I’m guessing you don’t got like electricity you can shock people with too?” He shook his book at the other, a spellcaster for the most part but he supposed his control over vines could be similar to Oberon’s chain work.
”You ain’t joking with that.” Looking down at his own feet, the cloth weighed down with the chunks of mud that found it’s way on his feet as he walked here. He couldn’t wait for a little more money to actual look like a fucking bad ass. ”Wow, babe, that escalated quickly.” Taking a look at the other’s arm and giving him a playful shove as he walked in. ”If I knew you were going to be my date, I might’ve dressed up for the occasion.” He teased back before walking in nodding over to the NPC as she engaged and lead the two of them to their table.
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May 2, 2017 15:39:56 GMT -5
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May 2, 2017 15:38:05 GMT -5
Post by Oberon on May 2, 2017 15:38:05 GMT -5
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[attr="class","mff"] [attr="class","text"]A lonely speaker in a conversation, Her words are swimming through his ears again. There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for [attr="class","windysapphire"] "A mans gotta have his secrets" he said in response to the question about his class, a quick wink to follow. Noting the book he could only assume the guy was a mage. Maybe they shot electricity and dabbled a bit with storms, like that girl from the comics.
Amusement tugged at the corners of his mouth as his date teased him. Walking arm in arm the duo made their way towards their designated table, Oberon looking around in awe of the building every step of the way. The building was so fancy and pristine. He'd expected wallpaper peeling off, broken vases and chandeliers, maybe even some creaky floorboards too. For such a dismal part of the world the locals really knew how to live the good life.
Looking around after he'd been left by the NPC he'd note that most of the other guests looked just like, well just like guests. Normal people dressed up for a ball. None of them looked like those creepy old hags that came to mind when he thought witches. "Wanna grab some food? Stuffs free here, and should be like Gordon Ramsay level." His feet turned towards the opening of a conjoined room, the end of a table full of food visible. "Gotta be careful though. Wouldn't want to ruin your figure" he teased, before beginning to walk over to the plethora of food.
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May 3, 2017 11:20:29 GMT -5
Post by saleos on May 3, 2017 11:20:29 GMT -5
”I feel like i’ve only heard that in movies and on Instagram with shitty fuck boi memes.” Giving a look over to the man truly expressing the garbage comments dudes would make, ironically or unironic. If anything, this wasn’t a waste of time at all considering how ridiculous this entire mansion was. Jason had never seen anything so luxe before, almost wondering why they decided to contrast this with the atmosphere for a graveyard.
”Sure, I ain’t got nothing else to do but eat. Following the other to the buffet line, walking through to the other room grabbing a plate and starting to load it with protein and carbs. Food didn’t have the same effect that it did in the real world, it didn’t taste as good and Saleos only really ate because it still felt like a habit to him. ”You keep up with the compliments and who knows where tonight’s gonna lead to, boy.” squeezing the top of the other’s shoulder hard, Oberon felt like one of his good friends from home which felt incredibly comforting. Sometimes he forgot he was stuck in this shitty game, that life wasn’t still existing beyond the walls of this pixel cell.
”But f’real, BDSM, gimme a run down on how your chains work. Who knows when I might need your skills in a dungeon run or something.” He moreso wanted to start making the connections needed to finish this game, or at least start taking it more seriously than casual quests and remaining as a newb as some of the others climbed the levels like they were hacking the game.
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May 6, 2017 11:49:26 GMT -5
Post by Oberon on May 6, 2017 11:49:26 GMT -5
[attr="class","Morning"]
[attr="class","mff"] [attr="class","text"]A lonely speaker in a conversation, Her words are swimming through his ears again. There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for [attr="class","windysapphire"] He shrugged at Saleos' comment about his shitty meme. He might have gone a tad bit far with his lover persona. No harm done.
Oberon would only continue to have a smile on his face, chuckling slightly as shoulder was squeezed. The ball was starting to get a lot more enjoyable as time went on. "Hmm, how they work?" He echoed the question asked as he began to scoop mashed potatoes on his plate. "Well as a weapon they're like a whip kinda. Whipping it against people for autos I guess." He'd begin to move down the length of the table, filling the plate with a variety of food.
"Got a passive increases chain range after using an ability, an ability to pull me to something and vice versa, and what you asked about before. Can empower them with electricity for a short bit. Basic stuff." The attacker would begin walking back to his table, plate full to the brim with food. "What about you, you a typical mage or something?" Taking a fork full of mashed potatoes he'd wait for a response.
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May 8, 2017 11:00:32 GMT -5
Post by saleos on May 8, 2017 11:00:32 GMT -5
Saleos listened intently enough to be able to repeat himself but the food whispering his name against the plate that he made for himself was a much more inviting guess, so it seemed. Finally sitting down across of Oberon, the man took his fork and begin to dig in as the other was explaining what it was exactly that his chains were able to do for ‘em.
”Damn, that sounds pretty badass.” His mouth with food inside as he covered his lips as the words came out still quite audible. ”Good to know, i’d love to see that shit in action some day. Might be cool as fuck.” Another bite, a sip of the wine that had somehow appeared on the table. He would never say he could get used to this hell-bent video game, but in some instances virtual reality was incredibly nice.
”Sorta. Mostly mage, somewhat bruiser. Right now I got a basic bolt attack, a vine cc that does ticking damage, and my pet passive.” He was so ridiculously excited for level 3 where Caius would become an actual fighting member of his team. ”Level 3 I get a transform I think along with a pet attack so, the bird you didn’t see is gonna be way more helpful to me, hopefully.” Shrugging, he couldn’t expect too much from the lil shit. ”You meet a ton of people while you were here? Still trynna get my feel how everyone else is adjusting to, video game life.” He had to mention it, sometimes trauma was healed by discussion especially with those dealing with the same situation.
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May 8, 2017 21:53:49 GMT -5
Post by Oberon on May 8, 2017 21:53:49 GMT -5
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[attr="class","mff"] [attr="class","text"]A lonely speaker in a conversation, Her words are swimming through his ears again. There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for [attr="class","windysapphire"] "Sounds like a pretty cool kit, 'specially the pet." He'd been pretty torn between what class to go, a caster type class was something he'd considered for a while. "Huh," Oberon was somewhat surprised that Saleos was already level two, while he was still stuck on level one. He hadn't done too much in terms of leveling though, but already thinking about his level three skills? Guy had to seriously by grinding in his spare time. Taking things slow the attacker had adventured mostly, taking in the unique sites that the virtual world had to offer.
"Eh, so so. Met some buff grandpa in the last raid. Not much else besides NPCs though." He let his fork and knife rest on the plate as he spoke. "Mainly just been looking around, falling behind in xp. Just rather enjoy it all, besides risking it. Y'know?" Moving his cutlery he began to make a dent in his plate once more. "There's more to do than just fighting, granted we still gotta to leave. But like, this world was made for more besides that." He swallowed a fork full of food. "Anyway, what about you. Been making a name for yourself so far or what?"
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May 9, 2017 12:01:42 GMT -5
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May 9, 2017 12:01:25 GMT -5
Post by saleos on May 9, 2017 12:01:25 GMT -5
”hell yeah, it’s pretty cool. Love the pet part too.” nodding, he just wanted to get to a place where he didn’t have to deal with the worries of death. There had been murmurs and whispers of items to save people’s lives if need be and all Saleos wanted to do was raise enough money to ensure that death would never be something he actually needed to work with.
”yeah, i’ve been busy too. NPCs a plenty. I still take the time to talk to most of ‘em, trynna figure out the fuck to do. Yanno?” Shrugging as he took a couple of bites once again off of his plate before looking over and listening to Oberon. ”I don’t know. I’m just on the grind to get out. I got a lot of shit in the real world just waiting for me, so, kinda trying to stay focused.” Taking a sip of his drink before looking back at Oberon. ”Good though. What about you? What kinda stuff are you looking for to do here if not just trying to get out.”
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May 9, 2017 22:08:09 GMT -5
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May 9, 2017 21:59:54 GMT -5
Post by Oberon on May 9, 2017 21:59:54 GMT -5
gotta stay high
all my life
to forget
i'm missing you
He shrugged. "I dunno, mainly just thought about getting my bearings so far and a look around. Maybe find a guild or something, group of people to hang around while we're here." Not being alone for the whole time in this world was pretty important to him, especially since he had no clue how long they'd be stuck here. A month, a year, a decade? No one knew. "Talking to NPCs gets a little boring after a while if I'mma be honest." Oberon took another bite of his food. "Not like I hate them or anything, but like yeah. Can't beat interacting with a real person." The last thing he wanted right now was for an NPC to misunderstand him and get the duo kicked out. "Still wish I could be back in the real world, but no use in moping over it." Taking another bite from his plate he'd look around, noting that people were beginning to get up and move into another room. The sound of music flowed from the hall. "Think we gotta join in for the reward or nah?" Oberon nodded towards the hall where people had began to dance. word count ◆ saleos ◆ need to dance 4 the reward my boi |
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May 11, 2017 10:45:16 GMT -5
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May 11, 2017 10:43:48 GMT -5
Post by saleos on May 11, 2017 10:43:48 GMT -5
"Dance with you, how gay." He teased, listening to the other's words as he had stopped eating for some time already. The Jungle Fury stood up and pulled the other out of his chair to the dance floor where all the other NPC's were. He actually loved dancing, in the real world Jason and his girl friend met at the club and danced a little and it was great. It was slightly pathetic that in this moment, he longed for the reality he created for himself back at home. Saleos quickly tossed the thought aside, it would do him no good right now in his trying to collect enough money to survive.
"You ready to bust a move, chains, my boy??" He asked, smirking as he began to bust a move and look so ridiculous in the process. his tome still attached to his left hand as he kept his distance from the other, gyrating his hips in the way that a man unchained by masculinity would do so. He wish there was some banging hits by Rihanna or Future but, he supposed whatever the hell they were playing at the ball would just to suffice.
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May 11, 2017 23:54:58 GMT -5
Post by Oberon on May 11, 2017 23:54:58 GMT -5
gotta stay high
all my life
to forget
i'm missing you
Oberon shrugged and grinned at the comment, following the jungle fury as he made his way to the hall He'd never really danced back home. Just followed what some of his other more dance inclined friends did. A small part of him would have preferred to not dance, but he made no objections as his chains jangled with each step. Thoughts of his friend's progress video of his dance skills came back to him, tugging at the edges of his mouth. His earlier attempts had been so humorous, and the fact that he'd chosen to show him the video at a buffet place made the memory all the more enjoyable. "Man I'mma be honest I got no clue how to dance!" he replied, a smirk on his face as he joined in with the dancing. Beginning to reenact some poorly remembered dances he busted out less than adequate moves. Each movement caused his chains to rattle immensely, the sound thankfully nearly muted from the immense sound of the Ball's band. As time passed the room slowly began to shrink in size compared to what they'd began with, and so did the selection of shitty dance moves Oberon could resort to. "I'm going to clear out about now I think my dude." The night was starting to catch up with the attacker as he came to a stop. "Prob going to go see if I can claim that reward they mentioned though. You staying much longer?"word count ◆ saleos ◆ yeah boiii |
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