May 23, 2017 1:13:10 GMT -5
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May 23, 2017 0:45:33 GMT -5
Post by mustang on May 23, 2017 0:45:33 GMT -5
| Reach out your hands Don't turn your back Don't walk away How in the world Can I wish for this? Never to be torn apart Close to you 'Til the last beat Of my heart | There were all fucking stuck. It was a real drag, but what could you do? Would everyone just sit around and sob about it? To hell with that, Mustang was out to at least get some kind of profit from this. Might as well knock these quests out for a start, and the beach was a great place to go. As he wondered up to the npc giving out the quest, he pulled it up and read over the details. "In the ocean? Down there?" He said questioning the nameless npc before him, a finger jabbed to the bright blue ocean of Gargantua. They nodded at the player and Mustang returned with a shrug, for something of a sunken ship he imagined it must have been some sort of treasure chest. Full of a whole lot of gold! Probably would have been tough to do all by yourself with that thing. He tapped the end of his chin for a moment as he scanned the perimeter of the beach, before his eyes landed on a fellow player. "Hey you there! Do you mind giving some help?!" He shouted across to them with a friendly broad smile. beat 1/8 |
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May 23, 2017 1:25:42 GMT -5
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May 23, 2017 1:10:27 GMT -5
Post by beat on May 23, 2017 1:10:27 GMT -5
初めまして。 mustang | 1/8 Whoever the fuck designed the weather was sadistic. As Beat wiped the swear from his brow, the soft beating of waves lured him to beach's edge. His blond hair matched the sun's shameless grin. As he stood tall, feet sinking into the wet sands, Beat caught glimpses of sunken ships gurgling in the depths. Thankfully, his class refused the notion of knightly armours. Instead, he wore thin materials that tightly bounded his bulky build; his arms were still free to move at their leisure as he rolled his shoulders back. He engulfed a hearty breath of salty air. Across the stretch of shore, he heard someone call him. He shifted to face the voice before cupping the side of his face with a sturdy hand. "Hey, man!" Something about the player struck him as familiar or nostalgic. His bravado, perhaps. "Whaddya need?" He began to jog over to Mustang before he spoke, the sand skirting away from his heels. Guy seemed athletic. Played sports, probs. Vane's snap judgements were thin. "Hey, buddy." Vane greeted again as he approached him. MADE BY MINNIE OF WICKED WONDERLAND
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May 23, 2017 1:37:20 GMT -5
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May 23, 2017 1:20:37 GMT -5
Post by mustang on May 23, 2017 1:20:37 GMT -5
| Reach out your hands Don't turn your back Don't walk away How in the world Can I wish for this? Never to be torn apart Close to you 'Til the last beat Of my heart | It wouldn't take much for his eye to be caught at the dude approaching. Getting a closer look Mustang started to size him up. Was the dude really into weights? He seemed tough like a football linebacker outside of the game. Either way he was friendly in saying hello, a hand immediately extending out to give him a handshake. "Hey dude. Oh yea, so like this guy is giving out a quest..."He trailed off as he turned his shoulder to show the old man behind him. "Says that there is some sunken ship that might have some loot, you interested in helping out if you get a cut of it?" He said turning his full attention back to the blonde. If the guy was as friendly as he would seem if he took his hand, maybe he had a deal. He was sure the fellow player would help him out. Looked like it wouldn't be too much, maybe take like five or ten minutes if they were quick. beat 2/8 |
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May 23, 2017 1:35:21 GMT -5
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May 23, 2017 1:34:59 GMT -5
Post by beat on May 23, 2017 1:34:59 GMT -5
初めまして。 mustang | 2/8 Beat seized Mustang's hand like a golden retriever pouncing on an old friend. He shook it with a robust grip. And the deal was made--without any discussion of it whatsoever. However, Mustang quickly filled in the details. Beat's eyes followed Mustang's. The old man's sun-beaten skin and weaker posture shook slightly in the shadows of their durable figures. A simple NPC design, but constructed with the concept of sympathy. Beat wanted to help this man-and the guy before him. "Sick. Yea, I'm down. Party up?" Beat said. He had already sent the group request after his fingers bulldozed through the interface. "Dude, this is exactly what I need. A quick dip in the water. This place is hot as hell." Beat tugged at the collar of his shirt and flapped it against his chest. "Oh yeah. I'm Beat. But you prob'ly already knew that, yea?"With an amused smirk, he cocked his head toward his username. "Do we just dive in or what?" MADE BY MINNIE OF WICKED WONDERLAND
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May 23, 2017 8:37:51 GMT -5
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May 23, 2017 1:49:04 GMT -5
Post by mustang on May 23, 2017 1:49:04 GMT -5
| Reach out your hands Don't turn your back Don't walk away How in the world Can I wish for this? Never to be torn apart Close to you 'Til the last beat Of my heart | Dude's grip was kind what he had expected, still a bit shocking how tight it was. Showed he was committed to whatever idea Mustang had in mind, nice to see in someone so trusting. "Sure thing ma- ah beat me too it." He said with a smirk as he quickly blipped the side of interface to accept. Guy was about as eager as he was, felt like he could take on the world with this guy before him. As the muscled athletic tugged on his shirt, Mustang returned with a nod. "You're telling me man, should have picked a different class if I knew it would have been this hot." He gave a small pause as he pulled his inventory up, he had quickly started roasting the basic metal armor he had. Unequipping his chest piece all the way down to some basic pants he looked to the ocean before them. "Nice to meet you, name's Mustang!" He said with an enthusiasm about him as he spotted their ship. "Think you can swim with all that stuff on?" Looking back to his blonde buddy, a half cocked eyebrow at him. No reason not to get into something easier if the water was a bit deep. beat 3/8 |
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May 23, 2017 2:38:53 GMT -5
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May 23, 2017 2:12:45 GMT -5
Post by beat on May 23, 2017 2:12:45 GMT -5
初めまして。 mustang | 3/8 Galvanized by the handshake, Beat revved up. This was a special kind of electricity. He hadn't met a guy like this yet. Even the cadence of his voice seemed similar, ran familiar bars, possessed the same sparks. Beat felt at home, but it was too preemptive to bring out the welcome mat. Beat let go of his damp shirt and nodded. "Hey, you look kickass though. For real." As the man stripped his armors, the Drummer Boy felt compelled to do the same. The username was chosen in good taste, Beat thought. Simple, clean- no silly shit like the ones he saw with X's and random strings of numbers. 'Sides, the cars were sexy. "Aw fuck no." Beat tugged at the back of his collar before realizing he could simply unequip his beginner outfit. With several swipes of his finger, Beat's skin finally breathed. His chest inflated wide as his body was liberated. At the same time, the glistening water beckoned him forward. "I'd skinny dip if I could." Beat snorted as stuck his hands into his undergarments, shaking them about crazily. "Anyway. Loot. Sunken ship. Easy shit, yea? See ya in the water."A big splash announced Beat's impulse. The ripples invited Mustang, tickled by the diver's electric enthusiasm. MADE BY MINNIE OF WICKED WONDERLAND
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May 23, 2017 20:58:54 GMT -5
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May 23, 2017 9:32:16 GMT -5
Post by mustang on May 23, 2017 9:32:16 GMT -5
| Reach out your hands Don't turn your back Don't walk away How in the world Can I wish for this? Never to be torn apart Close to you 'Til the last beat Of my heart | The feeling of familiarity was likewise for him, but he couldn't really figure out what it was from this guy. Maybe the two of them were old friends from school or some shit like that? But what were the odds of anything like that. The dude seemed cool enough, and that was good for Mustang. The grin across his face only growing wider as Beat complimented his appearance before stripping. One of the upsides to picking a class in this game, he unequipped the large bastard sword along his back as well. Mustang couldn't wait to get into the combat of the game, the sword not just looked sweet, but he could get some awesome executions with it. "You ain't too bad looking either man." He said trying not to look as the male player stripped. The ship couldn't have been too far deep for it to be too dangerous correct? If the game had swim mechanics and all that, he was probably just overthinking it. At the mention of skinny dipping, Mustang quickly turned with his mouth hanging open. Seeing Beat tug around on his pants like a madman turned his confusion into a fit of laughter. "Ah shit man, alright see you in there." He said wiping away the faint tears of joy. Following suit the sword swinging player followed after the athlete, diving headfirst into cold ocean water. A bit jarring as compared to the sun that beat down on them all along the beach. But soon Mustang found his comfort zone and began to swim out farther, glancing back to Beat. "The ship should be right under us, you ready?" He asked once last time to his companion. beat 4/8 |
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May 23, 2017 18:46:45 GMT -5
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Post by beat on May 23, 2017 18:46:45 GMT -5
初めまして。 mustang | 4/8 Beat laughed, clapping Mustang squarely on the back. Returning the compliment. Good guy. Guess the golden rule really was a thing. The blond proudly portrayed his hard work as the lighting was in his favour. Hearing Mustang's laughter vindicated his brave display of idiocy—if it could be called brave at all. Beat lacked any sense of shame. Oddities may detract from one's charm, but his affable features were the safeguard to his eccentricity. After a momentary plunge, Beat bobbed back to the surface. He tread the water as water dripped from his drenched blond hair. Once Mustang caught up with him, he shook his hair out like a dog, casting seawater out from his beaming face. "Sure am, boss." Beat said. "You think there's monsters down there too?" Beat eyed the darker hued depths for any signs of "life," but he could spot the faint blurry lines of the soft current below. The wreckage was in view. A forest of seaweeds and benign crustaceans adorned the ship's final resting place. "'Cause if there are, that's even better. Get me that sick E-X-P." Beat flashed Mustang a cheeky grin before submerging himself entirely. MADE BY MINNIE OF WICKED WONDERLAND
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May 24, 2017 13:53:11 GMT -5
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May 23, 2017 21:28:56 GMT -5
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Post by mustang on May 23, 2017 21:28:56 GMT -5
| So we said that we'd leave early, get some pizza later But my hands go down your jeans and you distract the waiter Until we take it somewhere better like the elevator | A spurt of water flew in Mustang's face as he rose up as well next to the blonde. His own stark black hair momentarily in his eyes before tossing it back as he cleared his view, a smirk growing on his face. This wasn't so bad, he was relatively enjoying the time with Beat, being stuck in this game was quickly being a afterthought. He was actually having fun in this game!
"Meh! Who cares if there is any? I think we could take em!" The male responded back to his curiosity, even with his oversight that swinging a large sword in water would be difficult. Thinking the same of the blonde, he glanced down into the deep below where the ship sat. Seemed relatively harmless, and anything lurking down there should be piece of cake. Unless of course it was something akin to that of a shark or a giant octopus. "Oh hell yeah man! I got you." He said agree with the idea, they were both still low level. The sooner they could catch up to those big players with all that crazy epic gear the better. He heard that the pvp was brutal in this game! Mustang would follow after Beat, kicking his feet at rapid pace. His eyes adjusting to the watery dark, all before glancing over to the blonde once more. Jabbing a finger at a spot where there was a large hole in the ship, before beginning to make his way to it. Only issue being the forest of seaweed that guarded it. beat 5/8 |
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May 24, 2017 0:50:37 GMT -5
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May 24, 2017 0:50:28 GMT -5
Post by beat on May 24, 2017 0:50:28 GMT -5
初めまして。 mustang | 5/8 Beat tried to forget about their prison. Despite his lethean baptism, the sensation of bubbles coursing past his cheeks was enough to remind him of his fragility. He was a Defender, yes. But, in a world that was designed to kill its players, how durable are you truly? Thankfully, Beat's drum was unequipped. He swam freely. Arms sculpting the water around him, the blond jetted toward the wreckage at an excited pace. He looked behind to check up on Mustang; his build was athletic, yet lithe, and the sight of his jet-black hair swirling smoothly through the water was hypnotizing—for a moment, he stopped, paddling legs suspended in the great expanse of ocean. Quickly, he pulled himself together. A grin accompanied a flurry of bubbles before he was directed toward the large breach. Beat thumbs-upped and sent him a message: Try to keep up. If you can. ; )The ship's skeleton conveyed a sad history. But, Beat surmised that this ship was sunken from the start. As he traversed through the seaweed, blindly ignored the thick tendrils of green and dirty brown. Somewhere inside the loot waited. Somewhere. Suddenly, he stopped, leg pulled back by coil of weed. MADE BY MINNIE OF WICKED WONDERLAND
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May 25, 2017 20:50:19 GMT -5
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May 24, 2017 15:17:26 GMT -5
Post by mustang on May 24, 2017 15:17:26 GMT -5
| So we said that we'd leave early, get some pizza later But my hands go down your jeans and you distract the waiter Until we take it somewhere better like the elevator | Mustang followed after the blonde who seemed rather anxious. Rightfully so, as they did actually only have such a window to get the boat's prize at the risk of drowning. Should have not been a problem, his lithe relatively fit body was almost like that of a swimmers. A sport he hadn't done, but his build did fit. Mustang took a glance back to his companion as he felt the lack of moment, the pause broke with a smile. A smirk creeped across his face as he received the message from him. He wouldn't let himself go too far ahead into the ship, attempting to keep the blonde close to him. His senses tingling as he knew this would be the deciding factor on if the two would enter combat underwater. However there was no large shark or giant octopus as he had hoped, instead he turned back to see Beat caught on the forest of seaweed. 'I got you, hold on a sec  ' he messaged as he swam back, beginning to tug and attempt to break the seaweed around his friend. beat 6/8 |
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May 25, 2017 19:36:35 GMT -5
Post by beat on May 25, 2017 19:36:35 GMT -5
初めまして。 mustang | 6/8 The slimy chain of seaweed resisted Beat's frustrated tugging. Beat's impatience attracted other weeds to knot with the main shackle. The ocean bed refused to let the blond any further, perhaps as a defense—or a warning, like a mother grasping at her child to prevent him from wandering too far. When Mustang's message blipped up onto his interface, he calmed. Beat couldn't deny the comfort Mustang's presence possessed. It was as if they were lounging on the couch, controllers in one hand, sinking into the cushions with their other hand nestled deep within the snack bowl. That sort of feeling. But they barely knew each other. Beat's naivety glossed over reason and was filled with the hue of heart. As Mustang swam over, Beat noticed a swiftly approaching figure. In its gloved hands, a long wooden handle led to a sharpened rock tied with sinew. Its lips were bulbous. Eyes glossy. Like a fish with limbs armoured with purple scales. Beat pointed at the creature with alarm. He quickly equipped his drum, the instrument and mallets materializing within his arms. Beat just hoped it wasn't too late. MADE BY MINNIE OF WICKED WONDERLAND
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May 25, 2017 23:18:52 GMT -5
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May 25, 2017 21:07:24 GMT -5
Post by mustang on May 25, 2017 21:07:24 GMT -5
| So we said that we'd leave early, get some pizza later But my hands go down your jeans and you distract the waiter Until we take it somewhere better like the elevator | There was a calming presence to Mustang, something that he felt towards the blond as well. He felt safe and that he trusted him with safeguarding his life. It was highly unnatural for him to feel this way, but the raven haired man wouldn't push it away. Instead he would embrace it as he calmly unshackled the drummer boy, it would only take a moment for him to do so. Giving a solemn nod of reassurance that he had his back, Mustang however would not notice the fish-man behind him. A sharp pain could be felt in the small of his back, it would have been fine had Mustang kept his armor on. But his exposed bare skin was torn roughly by the jaded rock, he grit his teeth with air beginning to escape. A oncoming wave of rage mounting on top of the black hair as he glanced over his shoulder. He was a defender however, he wouldn't let some weird fish mug take him down. Equipping his broadsword in hand, with all of his strength he would slash at the fish man. His damage was not as much as anticipated what with two of his abilities active, but it was enough that surely the drummer boy could finish the fight quickly. beat 7/8 almost there! |
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May 26, 2017 1:02:24 GMT -5
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May 25, 2017 22:45:50 GMT -5
Post by beat on May 25, 2017 22:45:50 GMT -5
初めまして。 mustang | 7/8 As his weaponry blinked into existence, Beat struggled to accommodate for the sudden weight. He lifted a mallet. The water swished alongside his arm, but the spear had already pierced Mustang to Beat's dismay. Digital flakes spread from the wound and mixed with the sea like blood. Unarmoured, but unhindered, Beat wiggled free of the seaweed thanks to Mustang's tender care. He held his mallets against his drum as he lifted the instrument above the slashed fish. Flexing a little to show-off—Beat was shameless—he then smashed the barrel onto the ugly Merman. Mustang's previous swordplay had weakened the MOB, but Beat was set on revenge. He uppercut the Merman on the backswing of his drum. A dramatic flourish of bubbles foamed from the creature's mouth. This was his chance. Beat activated Drum Roll, beating his drum as he charged for the creature. Even within the water, the drums played, the percussion a delightful roll as Beat barreled through. The MOB was knocked to the side and promptly smashed into dozens of pixels. Yet, Beat couldn't stop. He continued playing his drum, picking up speed—and Mustang would find himself hastened too if he followed—and before he could stop, the blond jock smashed through the ship's hole, dislodged a loose plank and disappeared into one of the ship's gaping quarters. I found it! Beat sent. Before him, the chest of gold and jewels glistened almost too much. Are you okay, buddy? He sent immediately after. MADE BY MINNIE OF WICKED WONDERLAND
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May 26, 2017 0:35:32 GMT -5
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May 26, 2017 0:34:35 GMT -5
Post by mustang on May 26, 2017 0:34:35 GMT -5
| So we said that we'd leave early, get some pizza later But my hands go down your jeans and you distract the waiter Until we take it somewhere better like the elevator | The overall damage he had taken wasn't the worst he had felt. He was just thankful that the blonde man that had become quite a accommodating friend was able to follow up. The fish man who only was able to land one hit, destroyed in a spray of pixels as Beat continued onward and into the ship. A curious eyebrow quirked before he dispelled his sword as he followed. The dark rotted wood under the sea becoming their surrounding. The sword fighter only able to make out Beat's name and his silhouette. The messages blipped on the side of his interface, but a hand clasped on his shoulder would reaffirm that Mustang was alright. His head bopped back to the exit, with enough silent coordination they were able to start pulling the chest. Bringing it back through the entrance they had found before slowly bringing it back up to the surface of the water. His black hair shaken out like a dog as Mustang just broke above the water! "Whew! That was a hell of a quest!" beat 8/8 |
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' he messaged as he swam back, beginning to tug and attempt to break the seaweed around his friend. 
