May 24, 2017 21:08:38 GMT -5
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May 24, 2017 1:23:19 GMT -5
Post by mustang on May 24, 2017 1:23:19 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 | Everyone had to start someone, some killed epic creatures and some killed follow players. But some people did the small tough work that no one else would, and as it would seem that this quest was not quite so popular with everyone. Too be fair it was just training a bunch of npcs to fight, how mundane could it be? Still a reward was a reward and Mustang choose to start off small. Pulling up his user interface, he would send out a general message to all of the players within the Town of Origin. Seemingly all would be quite, the black haired would sit just before the area he would make as the training camp. His fingers tapping rhythmically against his knee cap as he continued to wait. Surely someone would come and help him out? It was just a simple quest to do! open 1/10 quest! |
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May 24, 2017 13:33:10 GMT -5
Post by akeno on May 24, 2017 13:33:10 GMT -5
With probably the least graceful roll off of the roof of a short building, The Cannibal's body limply fell through the air, before hitting the round with a thud. Groaning with exhaustion, Akeno wanted to go back to sleep, but the pain drove her to lift herself up. Looking around herself with a calm disorientation, she idly wondered to herself... How the hell did she keep falling asleep in trees and on roofs?!
Regardless, she saw the notification that someone was getting ready to do a quest. Rubbing her chin, The Cannibal figured it was probably a good idea. Closing the notification box, to realize that the origin of the sent message was right in front of her. Stopping abruptly, she exploded into a cackle. The reason for this laughter was less than apparent to anyone with a bit of sanity. Perhaps the irony amused her.
"Heya!" She smirked in greeting, the barefoot menace waving to the unfamiliar visage in front of her. "Gonna train some guys, huh? Sounds easy enough!" She gave a confident nod, placing her hands on her hips after accepting the quest. There was an eeriness... Something disconcerting about her mannerisms.
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May 24, 2017 17:41:55 GMT -5
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May 24, 2017 17:41:37 GMT -5
Post by Merlin on May 24, 2017 17:41:37 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","jaritstime"] [attr="class","jaritstimeicon"]  [attr="class","jaritstimet"] It was a little depressing to think of how few people he knew in the game. Mainly since he wasn't the type to dilly dally around in conversation, preferring to simply head on to the next quest or to figure out how to beat the game and, frankly, get out. He has a sister waiting for him.[break][break] So when a quick message pops up saying someone was about to start a quest, he immediately discerns the location and starts heading over. More quests would later equal leveling up, and he wants to do just that. He admits to himself that he should probably be more social. Connections could get you anywhere here. Or at least, knowing the right people could mean aid at a later date. Frankly, his attitude was part of the problem - he'd speak as if he was a robot, and the next moment, he'd be mouthing off if he was angered. Not a great way to make friends, and though there are times he's far more open to people, old habits die hard.[break][break] When he finally finds the message sender, he realizes there's another person who's arrived at the scene already - a girl, hair a bright rosy color and eyes red as blood. The other figure, Merlin supposes, is the first quest goer. [break][break] Approaching them, Merlin waves. "Is it too late to join the party?" he asks, taking in the two with a calculating gaze. He has a smile on his face, but it's a small polite grin rather than a truly happy expression. He hopes they'll be fine if another person joins in. If not, he'll look elsewhere, he supposes. But he has no intention of being bossed around. Not in Broken War. No way. [newclass=.jaritstime] width:260px; margin:0 auto; padding:15px; border-radius:20px; position:relative; } .jaritstimeicon { width:90px; height:90px; padding:10px; border:2.5px double #ccc; border-radius:10px; margin: 0 auto; margin-top:20px; background:#fff; } .jaritstimeicon img { width:90px; height:90px; border-radius:5px; } .jaritstimetag { margin-bottom:15px; border-bottom:0.5px solid #ccc; padding:10px; padding-top:0px; line-height:100%; font-family:Calibri; font-size:8px; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:center; color:#999; } .jaritstimetag a { font-family:Calibri; font-size:8px; text-transform:uppercase; text-decoration:none; } .jaritstimet { margin:0 auto; padding:30px; padding-bottom:35px; font-family:Calibri; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; color:#999; text-align:justify; background:#fff; margin-top:30px; border-radius:5px; border-top:0.5px solid #ccc; border-bottom:0.5px solid #ccc; } .jaritstimecred{ font-family:Arial; font-size:7px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:center; margin-top:5px; } .jaritstimecred a { color:#ccc; letter-spacing:1px; text-decoration:none; [/newclass]
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May 25, 2017 19:50:11 GMT -5
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May 24, 2017 19:18:24 GMT -5
Post by mustang on May 24, 2017 19:18:24 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 | A bit of a relief as he saw someone approach. A new face that seemed relatively friendly, Mustang gave her a wave as she approached. "Oh hey there! Yeah I was hoping to get this quest done. I would appreciate the help." Standing up and approaching her, his fingers swiftly sending her a party invite. He gave a once over of the girl before him, scratching the end of his chin. She should have been fine,even with the odd choice of wearing no shoes. Well to each there own he supposed. It wouldn't be too far long before yet another voice spoke up. Another relatively welcoming face, Mustang's grin grew even larger as he met another newcomer. His arms extending wide as his eyes fell to the other. "Of course! The more the merrier! You guys all ready to go?" He said as he turned back to face the entrance of the training camp. Senselessly and with ease sending another part invite, this time to the white hair boy. akeno Merlin 2/10 quest! |
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May 25, 2017 0:35:05 GMT -5
Post by akeno on May 25, 2017 0:35:05 GMT -5
Politely bowing her head to the pale haired stranger who approached, she gave a reasonable greeting. Those were rare from her. She generally said something stupid or random. Then again, there was always time for that later!
"And so, the party of three set off! Oh wonder, adventure, perhaps lots of food await them!" Narrating the group, and hoping they were behind her, as she began prancing her way toward the training camp, a finger pointed in the air heroically. Suddenly stopping, spinning round into a dramatic pose, she leaned over, fist clenched in front of her. "A dangerous quest! One that may yield death or worse! Risking it all for truth and goodness! Oh, such heroes! Onward, into the camp!" The girl really hadn't read the quest description at all, just looking at the reward and accepting. Certainly, she'd get herself killed one day with that sort of stuff.
Regardless, spinning back around, at least the silly goose had spirit. Perhaps in the form of insanity, but still! Many had lost such optimisms over their time within the virtual prison.
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May 25, 2017 2:18:09 GMT -5
Post by Merlin on May 25, 2017 2:18:09 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","jaritstime"] [attr="class","jaritstimeicon"] [attr="class","jaritstimet"] The more the merrier, the man said? How excellent. Merlin's smile is one of content, and he gives a polite nod in return to the one the rouge-headed girl has given him. The young lady's narration is an amusing thing, and he laughs at her tirade. It's rather comical, and though she's being very dramatic about it, the entire show brings a light to his eyes.[break][break] He accepts the party invite with a quick tap and sees their usernames pop up on his screen. With Mustang being the party leader, he assumes that this is the dark-haired male that had piped up first when Merlin had arrived. The other, he realizes, must therefore be Akeno.[break][break] "Pleasure to make your acquaintance," he says with a quick bow of his head. Merlin had quickly run over the mission description, but he'd never done one of this sort before. To train NPCs? He found it a rather useless task - after all, it wasn't as if these NPCs would be able to fight any better than their current level, if he was surmising correctly - and one that didn't have too much excitement to it either. Or perhaps that was simply his way of avoiding thinking about teaching combat. Merlin wasn't experienced with using his fists and frankly, the closest thing he had was is magic in-game or perhaps the fencing he'd learned in reality. [break][break] He gives a bit of a frown, but does start walking over to the training grounds. "So is there a plan?" he asks cautiously. He's not one to go into anything without at least a vague idea or sense of what will happen, so he wants to double-check that there's at least something. If not, he'll most likely suggest the spindly plan that's forming in his brain. [newclass=.jaritstime] width:260px; margin:0 auto; padding:15px; border-radius:20px; position:relative; } .jaritstimeicon { width:90px; height:90px; padding:10px; border:2.5px double #ccc; border-radius:10px; margin: 0 auto; margin-top:20px; background:#fff; } .jaritstimeicon img { width:90px; height:90px; border-radius:5px; } .jaritstimetag { margin-bottom:15px; border-bottom:0.5px solid #ccc; padding:10px; padding-top:0px; line-height:100%; font-family:Calibri; font-size:8px; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:center; color:#999; } .jaritstimetag a { font-family:Calibri; font-size:8px; text-transform:uppercase; text-decoration:none; } .jaritstimet { margin:0 auto; padding:30px; padding-bottom:35px; font-family:Calibri; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; color:#999; text-align:justify; background:#fff; margin-top:30px; border-radius:5px; border-top:0.5px solid #ccc; border-bottom:0.5px solid #ccc; } .jaritstimecred{ font-family:Arial; font-size:7px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:center; margin-top:5px; } .jaritstimecred a { color:#ccc; letter-spacing:1px; text-decoration:none; [/newclass]
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May 29, 2017 20:54:20 GMT -5
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May 25, 2017 20:49:10 GMT -5
Post by mustang on May 25, 2017 20:49:10 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 statement seemed to resonate with the pale haired boy, good enough to see that his aura was infectious. Not enough people seemed positive these days, it was trend that Mustang would try to keep alive. For the sake of everyone, at the very least the girl took the energy in stride with a playful narration. He looked back to the girl as she skipped away, turning back to Merlin. Raising his shoulders in a shrug with a smile to accompany it. "I guess we are off. Off for a adventure!" He exclaimed with enthusiasm as he chased after the red haired girl. Quickly gaining on her, he would utter a chuckle as he picked her up by her waist. Twirling her up in the air for a moment before placing her back done. Mustang had far too much of a good time entertained with the girl to even mention if he had a plan. Still, this all shouldn't have required any overthinking on their end. Just some time to relax. akeno Merlin 3/10 quest! |
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May 25, 2017 21:07:27 GMT -5
Post by akeno on May 25, 2017 21:07:27 GMT -5
"Whoa!" Akeno shouted with a crazed chuckle. Oftentimes, her party members found her rambunctiousness to be more of a disturbance than something to enjoy. Although, this was probably due to the fact that she was generally on literally life endangering quests, rather than a random training quest for some NPC's. It was unlikely this quest was to have any real dangers within it.
Landing back on her feet, The Cannibal continued her jubilant gaunt towards the camp, stopping half-way, turning back to shoot an eerie, blank glare towards the pale haired member of their group. Standing still, glaring towards him with an expressionless visage, it was almost horror-esque.
"Who needs a plan?" Her head canted to the side, and in a crawling transition, the corners of her lips reached, like a dying hand for life upwards and out, creeping into a grin. This grim portrayal of a shift in mentalities happened quickly, and with a sense of subtlety. Overall, a rather unnerving display.
And in a flash, it seemed she was back to her normal antics, turning back to somersault forward, in leaping jaunts. Jubilant and careless, with a haunting tale behind the curtain. Perhaps an innocence hid behind her cannibalistic starvation. Regardless, she probably wouldn't end up eating anyone on this quest.
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May 29, 2017 16:26:44 GMT -5
Post by Merlin on May 29, 2017 16:26:44 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","jaritstime"] [attr="class","jaritstimeicon"] [attr="class","jaritstimet"] To Merlin, it looks as if Mustang and Akeno must have known each other from before. And yet, their conversation thus far seems almost as if they were new to each other. He surmises that they are simply social people. He regards the thought with a tinge of bitterness - he's never been quite so good in conversations, though he tries. The Invoker quickly shakes away the thought as he trails after them.[break][break] The crimson-haired girl turns to him and her expression sends a chill down his spine. It's utterly terrifying, that completely blank look of hers, but he stands his ground. "Well I think we'd need at least some semblance of a plan," he sputters as he picks up his pace to match theirs. He subtly attempts to avoid eye contact with Akeno. That gaze is unnerving. "We're supposed to train them, aren't we? A vague lesson outline would be, at the very least, helpful." [break][break] He supposes that he's putting too much thought into it. But regardless of how easy a quest it may be, there was never any punishment for going in prepared. Though at this rate, he seriously doubts that any plan will spring up and be followed by his party members. They seem a little too care-free. [newclass=.jaritstime] width:260px; margin:0 auto; padding:15px; border-radius:20px; position:relative; } .jaritstimeicon { width:90px; height:90px; padding:10px; border:2.5px double #ccc; border-radius:10px; margin: 0 auto; margin-top:20px; background:#fff; } .jaritstimeicon img { width:90px; height:90px; border-radius:5px; } .jaritstimetag { margin-bottom:15px; border-bottom:0.5px solid #ccc; padding:10px; padding-top:0px; line-height:100%; font-family:Calibri; font-size:8px; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:center; color:#999; } .jaritstimetag a { font-family:Calibri; font-size:8px; text-transform:uppercase; text-decoration:none; } .jaritstimet { margin:0 auto; padding:30px; padding-bottom:35px; font-family:Calibri; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; color:#999; text-align:justify; background:#fff; margin-top:30px; border-radius:5px; border-top:0.5px solid #ccc; border-bottom:0.5px solid #ccc; } .jaritstimecred{ font-family:Arial; font-size:7px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:center; margin-top:5px; } .jaritstimecred a { color:#ccc; letter-spacing:1px; text-decoration:none; [/newclass]
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