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Post by ZETHAIN on Mar 22, 2012 18:23:14 GMT -5
|| Blademaster || Level 1 || Casual || After spending a few days playing The World, I decided to visit Dun Loireag, the Root Town floating in the skies. It was located in the newly opened Theta Server and I'm one of the first Players to enter it, besides the people that went for the Grunty Event.ZETHAIN HAS LOGGED IN. chimed a computerized voice in Virgil's ears. Zeth descended through the spiraling rings, which created his character design and loaded him into The World. It was pretty windy and somewhat chilly but as soon as the wind stopped, there was a light warm breeze that banished the chill. Deciding against thinking about that concept, Zethain shoved his hands into his overcoat pockets and waltzed away from the Gate and onwards to the inner city.
His character wore the usual garb, a dark blue overcoat, a blue tunic with white pants tucked into his black half-boots. A sash is worn around his waist where there is a loop that his sword's scabbard is attached to. His weapon rests on his left hip so he can draw with his right hand. Though there would be no need to draw weapons in town, it was still nice to display one's awesome stuff.
Moving on, Zeth stopped in the center square of Dun Loireag, eying the NPCs and sparse amount of Players walking around. Shrugging, he turned on his heel and began to walk back to the Gate. The town didn't look all that great, mainly due to the lack of the horde of Players. |
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Post by ORCHID on Mar 23, 2012 21:36:34 GMT -5
I GUESS YOU COULD SAY THAT MY LIFE'S A MESS [STYLE=width: 370px; height: 5px; background-color: #00CDCD; border: 0px;] [/style] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 360px; height: 200px; border-left: 1px dashed gray; border-right: 1px dashed gray; background-color: transparent, bTable][STYLE=width: 300px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; background-color: transparent; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; align: center; font-size: 6px; font-color: #000000; text-align: justify;]
dun loireag was definitely beautiful, if nothing else. there were as many clouds as there was grass in this place, and orchid often wondered if there was any land beneath the flying collection of islands; it was impossible to see past the clouds without actually diving off of the side. and if one were to actually fall off of these land masses, would they plummet into icy, unforgiving waters? or would it be rough, unbending terrain? not that it truly mattered; either end would still spell death, or at least immense pain. with a shrug, orchid strolled along the wooden and stone walkways -- some of those wooden walkways looked a bit too "arts and crafts project" for her liking -- contemplating her next course of action as she moved. despite its beauty, dun loireag really wasn't her cup of tea. it almost tried too hard to be beautiful, in her opinion. or maybe it was just too nippy for her. she seemed to enjoy darker, heated places.
as orchid's eyes actively glanced between every face of every individual around her, she found her attention being stolen by one male in particular -- the leader of the venatores himself. orchid just had to say something. he rivaled and stood against everything that her own guild stood for; and vice versa. and she loved the drama. slithering her way behind him, she began her conversation (intentionally and hopefully) without his knowledge of her presence: "well, look who it is!"
admittedly, her own appearance was extremely and utterly noticeable and the fact that she was in broad daylight trying to "sneak around" anywhere was just a bit silly. but orchid was a silly person, sometimes.
"i.. actually don't remember your name. x-something?" she continued, feigning that she felt that she had temporarily forgotten something she had previously known.
[/style] [STYLE=width: 310px; background-color: transparent; border-top: 0px dashed gray; text-align: justify; padding-right: 20px; padding-left: 20px; align: center;]   WORDS: - TAG: WHOEVER- NOTES: SAY WHATCHA NEED TO SAY |
[/td][/tr][/table] [STYLE=width: 370px; height: 5px; background-color: #00CDCD; border: 0px;] [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; height: 20px; background-color: #EE3A8C; border: 0px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding-top: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; opacity: 0.9;] BUT I"M STILL LOOKIN' PRETTY IN THIS DRESS[/style] [STYLE=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 7px; font-color: #ababab; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: uppercase;]TABLE BY SKY of BTN. LYRICS BY MARINA & THE DIAMONDS.[/style] |
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Post by ZETHAIN on Mar 24, 2012 0:58:46 GMT -5
|| Blademaster || Level 1 || Casual || About halfway to the Gate, someone behind him said something aloud and he had the strange feeling it was directed at him. Zeth stopped in mid step, looking over his shoulder and gazing with his one eye at the short, colorful girl. He blinked twice, his eyebrow furrowing as he pondered why she looked familiar. A moment later, it hit him.
Ugh
"Well, if it isn't the leader of Demise in Behindsight." He said as he turned around to face her, his arms coming up and crossing over his chest. "What was your name? Flower? Rose? Uh...oh yea, Pansy, right?" He said with a smirk.
A pansy was a kind of flower, which would put it in line with what her actual name was but he meant it both ways, really. Renaming her as a flower and for the slang term for a sissy. Yea, call a PKer a sissy. He had balls of steel to say that to her face. Fighting wasn't permitted in town but teasing and provoking her was the next best thing.
Your turn, Pansy.
That's Zeth - 2, Orchid - 0 |
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Post by ORCHID on Mar 24, 2012 12:12:51 GMT -5
I GUESS YOU COULD SAY THAT MY LIFE'S A MESS [STYLE=width: 370px; height: 5px; background-color: #00CDCD; border: 0px;] [/style] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 360px; height: 200px; border-left: 1px dashed gray; border-right: 1px dashed gray; background-color: transparent, bTable][STYLE=width: 300px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; background-color: transparent; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; align: center; font-size: 6px; font-color: #000000; text-align: justify;]
for whatever reason, orchid hadn't anticipated that her conversation with zethain would have gone in this direction so quickly. finding herself bombarded with insults almost immediately, she was caught a bit off-guard -- however, she easily adapted to the situation. this was a game he was playing; orchid liked games. she never lost. after he'd finished his verbal assault on her person, she took a brief moment to brush some of her bangs out of her face. with a sigh, she finally retaliated: "goodness, you must have been waiting ages for this meeting. how long did it take you to come up with those insults? is that why you need an eye-patch? i assume you were thinking so hard that neither your brain nor your eye could handle it anymore, and everything fell to pieces!"
zethain was soon about to realize that orchid was not only the queen of player killing, but also the goddess of insults. it was regularly a part of her, even when battling other players; while she has been known for her viciousness in battle, her venomous tongue is almost just as feared as her lance. zethain's kindergarten-esque teasing simply would not compare.
"well, at least you managed to keep your thought. you should be proud of yourself just for that; you've proven that you're a half a step above all of the other idiots who try to formulate ideas on their own in futile attempts to prove that they aren't idiots, when in reality they only prove that they are an extreme case of idiot. however, you have succeeded in being slightly less of an extreme case! .. it's still extreme idiocy, but not to the same degree. great job, dear." orchid passive-aggressively tore into zethrain, her words escaping her as effortlessly as a fish would maneuver through the sea. at the end of her statement, she cheered and gave a composed clap for the male, as though he had really done something which was groundbreaking in the world.
[/style] [STYLE=width: 310px; background-color: transparent; border-top: 0px dashed gray; text-align: justify; padding-right: 20px; padding-left: 20px; align: center;] WORDS: - TAG: zethain NOTES: ba-dum-tshh |
[/td][/tr][/table] [STYLE=width: 370px; height: 5px; background-color: #00CDCD; border: 0px;] [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; height: 20px; background-color: #EE3A8C; border: 0px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding-top: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; opacity: 0.9;] BUT I"M STILL LOOKIN' PRETTY IN THIS DRESS[/style] [STYLE=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 7px; font-color: #ababab; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: uppercase;]TABLE BY SKY of BTN. LYRICS BY MARINA & THE DIAMONDS.[/style] |
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Post by ZETHAIN on Mar 24, 2012 16:11:17 GMT -5
|| Blademaster || Level 1 || Casual || Zeth simply stared at her, waiting patiently for her to finish her tirade. His smirk had been washed off, mainly from sheer disappointment. He knew of her, leader of the guild whose goals oppose his own guild. When she had made her appearance known, he immediately jumped to engage in a verbal battle with her. Now she was just doing it to insult him, not to mention she took it too far to the point that it wasn't even funny, just pathetic.
"Well now, at least when I come up with something, it has diversity. You focused on one thing and pushed too far. Ever heard of taking a joke too far to where it becomes unfunny? Yea, same concept here. I think you're actually the idiot and you shove it onto others because you fear to accept the truth. Tsk, tsk, tsk...denial is a nasty thing." He finished with a shake of his head.
His turn was mostly used to point towards her failure. Though it could be seen as his counterattack, which would seem to be aimed towards her feelings behind the mask. He wasn't entirely sure if he should be this cruel to her, maybe he'd have to make it up to her to her somehow if it actually hurt her. That was just his caring side, he doubted this would actually phase her. |
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Post by ORCHID on Mar 24, 2012 16:33:51 GMT -5
I GUESS YOU COULD SAY THAT MY LIFE'S A MESS [STYLE=width: 370px; height: 5px; background-color: #00CDCD; border: 0px;] [/style] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 360px; height: 200px; border-left: 1px dashed gray; border-right: 1px dashed gray; background-color: transparent, bTable][STYLE=width: 300px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; background-color: transparent; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; align: center; font-size: 6px; font-color: #000000; text-align: justify;]
orchid honestly could care less about zethain's feelings. he initiated this conversation, and orchid was not going to back down. apparently her not backing down was too much for the male to handle. as he lectured her, she made sure that she heard and listened to everything he was saying -- then, she responded with a shrug of her shoulders. with added thought after the shrug, orchid seemed to discover something funny about the situation. raising a surprisingly delicate hand to her face as a reflex, the player killer felt into a short giggle.
"i hope you're not pursuing a job as a psychologist or something. because if you do, you won't make any money -- ahaha!" it was just hilarious to her that this male thought that he could read her, apparently, like a book. he just didn't realize how wrong he was. she was hardly anywhere near insecure enough to feel the need to force her own insecurities onto others -- no, everything that she had stated was based off of observation in close-quarters.
"you insulted me, i insulted you back. i'm an intense kind of person," she trailed off, her laughing now having ceased. she began walking towards the end of this statement, maneuvering around the heroic guild master. pausing a few feet away from her original position, she rested her left wrist on her left hip, and began tugging at the collar on her neck with her right hand -- she seemed to tug at that choker a lot when she was thinking or pondering something. "i don't have any insecurities. everything i'll insult other persons about is based on observation of them -- not me, trying to make myself feel better about myself. i feel fantastic about myself."
she then turned around, back to facing zethain: "i'm just a bitch. and you come off as an idiot to me, so i'm going to point that out." she winked, and gave a fairly docile smile. the smile was as though she hadn't done anything wrong; as though she had just extended out praise to another person. the tone of her voice as well -- while it was critical, she still spoke very.. sweetly. it was probably strange to hear such a voice actually saying such.. bitchy things.
[/style] [STYLE=width: 310px; background-color: transparent; border-top: 0px dashed gray; text-align: justify; padding-right: 20px; padding-left: 20px; align: center;] WORDS: - TAG: zethain- NOTES: bam |
[/td][/tr][/table] [STYLE=width: 370px; height: 5px; background-color: #00CDCD; border: 0px;] [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; height: 20px; background-color: #EE3A8C; border: 0px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding-top: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; opacity: 0.9;] BUT I"M STILL LOOKIN' PRETTY IN THIS DRESS[/style] [STYLE=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 7px; font-color: #ababab; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: uppercase;]TABLE BY SKY of BTN. LYRICS BY MARINA & THE DIAMONDS.[/style] |
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Post by ZETHAIN on Mar 24, 2012 17:05:34 GMT -5
|| Blademaster || Level 1 || Casual || He waited patiently once more. He listened to her go on and on, still not understanding what he had just said. The Chaotic Blademaster had been waiting for this kind of confrontation but she didn't quite make his standards. She went the other way, in fact. He should have known, should have anticipated this but he wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt because he wanted to have some fun. Apparently their definitions of the word 'fun' were entirely different.
As she went on, talking more, he just sort of droned it out with his thoughts. She really did like the sound of her own voice. However, when she turned around to face Zeth once more, he wouldn't be standing there. He wouldn't be anywhere in sight. By chance, a group of people had passed them and he slipped in amongst them, walking with them and away from her, completely hidden. By the time she would have turned around, that group would have been further away and he had left the group and went around a corner.
"That was an arid meeting. Too dry for my taste." He murmured to himself as he walked. Hopefully she would take the hint and not come looking for him. If that was what he'd have to contend with in the near future, he would be eternally disappointed.
Premature end, I know. He just didn't like where the conversation was headed. |
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