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[ORCHID]

FIELD SYNOPSIS
Δ GALLANT FLOW GROW

This area seemed the remnants of a past battle; it appeared a recovering wasteland. What were previously deep trenches now were filled with water and dirt. The sky, while still muggy, seemed to be beginning to clear. The area was wide and open, but it resembled a clearing as it was surrounded by raised earth. In the midst of it all was a beautiful tree that was covered in cherry blossoms; it was so well-grown that it must have managed to get through whatever battle had hit this area unscathed. It seemed that this tree was the destination, as there was.. nowhere else to go.

Being that it was previously a battle-ground, there were some dead bodies within the swamp-like waters. The mood of the area couldn't really be described in one word; it was unsettling, yet peaceful. Beautiful, yet disgusting. Frightening, yet.. soothing? Very strange.

[ORCHID]

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[THRYM]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x159/luvpuppynothing/Graphics-icons/batch%2018%20misc/hades3.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #885588 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x159/luvpuppynothing/Graphics-icons/batch%2018%20misc/hades6.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #885588 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #885588; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #885588 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS 422 ❚ TAGS guild frands ❚ NOTES icky post is icky. /headwall[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;] Thrym had never been part of a guild before. He’d joined in on a few hastily thrown together teams, drawing strength from increased numbers when he needed help with a particularly tricky boss – but that was not the aspect of the game that he preferred. If left to his own devices, he probably wouldn’t even level up that much; he had too much fun simply trolling for negative responses. He had to admit, though, the idea of teaming up with other PKers sounded promising. A bit of direction and power never hurt anyone – and with more powerful spells came more chances to screw with the unsuspecting and unprepared. It might be fun, he decided – especially with a guild mission that glorified mayhem. And so he found himself in a dialogue with Orchid, the founder of Demise in Hindsight, and even set up a meeting with her. It was a new experience to be sure… at the very least, Thrym mused, he was yet to be bored. The rings blurred up about him and took him to the field they had planned to meet upon, and the visual suddenly struck him as far too similar to the transporter rings in stargate. (Not that he watched that show or anything.) He materialized mid-chuckle, robe swishing about him as he unslung his staff from his back. Letting his gaze flicker first to his surroundings, his eyes soon locked upon muddy water and lifeless, floating bodies. He was still for a moment, fingers clenching and unclenching around the shaft of his spear-staff. Then, finally, his chest shook with unvoiced laughter, and he turned bright eyes on the longarm standing a few meters away. ”Orchid, I presume? Care for a dip?” The smile upon his lips as he strode past her was broad, feral, toothy; bled free of emotion until it was rendered nothing more than a strange baring of the teeth. He splashed into one of the rain-filled trenches, turbid water swirling about his legs as he waded up to one of the shapes hanging on the surface. Dreyrugr spun in his hand, and he shoved the blunt end of his staff into the body’s side – it moved away from the force slowly, bobbing in the otherwise placid water – and Thrym laughed. And laughed, and laughed. ”Isn’t the world great,” he exclaimed, turning where he stood to appraise Orchid once more, ”So much realism. Does the heart good.” Placing a hand over his chest, he bowed mockingly and locked eyes with the red-haired longarm. ”I’m Thrym.” [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]

[SCOUT]

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[atrb=vAlign,top] words 291 · tags orchid & thrym · notes hay gaiz, don't mind scout being a silent lurker Slowly, the form of someone appearing came into view in the area. Adjusting his clothes, once he had clearly materialized, his purple eyes lowered to thin slits as he scanned over the area. What made Orchid choose this of all places? The area was rancid; turbid water probably filled to the brim with decaying corpses and overall filth. This wasn't the area he pictured when he thought of "guild recruit meeting". But nonetheless, the twinblade walked over to the petite guild leader - and someone new was there. Most likely the new guild member Orchid was raving about. Careful not to trip over any stray branches or debris, Scout made his way towards the two, brushing his short, brunet hair out of his line of sight. He blinked as he watched the tall man stab his staff into the side of a floating body. Scout stayed still and carefully, his eyes glanced over the figure. He looked rather menacing - he bared sharp, demonic-esque teeth and the obsidian tresses he owned seemed to cloak his porcelain face. Standing next to Orchid, he rested his hand on the side of one of his katars. He caught them right when the man was introducing himself. Scout gave a curt nod; the guy's name was Thrym. The twinblade stayed silent and his face was rather emotionless, save for the slight curiosity that was looming in his eyes. He didn't say anything; he knew Orchid would introduce him to Thrym for him. Meanwhile, he continued to glance around the area; this place was really a true dump. His eyes peered at the beautifully (and oddly arranged) tree, its branches full to the brim in cherry blossoms. The place was eerie, but in it's own special way. template by john of ote

[ORCHID]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 500px][atrb=style,border-top: 10px solid #eae200;background-color: #111111;][STYLE=font-size: 50px;font-family: times new roman; color: #eaeaea;text-align: center;letter-spacing: -5px;]{   cause i'm a homewrecker[/style][STYLE=background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/YSVOw.png);-webkit-border-radius: 100px;-moz-border-radius: 100px;border-radius: 100px;height: 100px; width: 100px;float: right;margin: -20px 35px 0px 20px;] [/style][STYLE=float: left; margin: -80px 140px 0px 95px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 9px; color: #707070;text-align: justify;text-transform: lowercase;line-height: 8px;]I'M ONLY HAPPY WHEN I'M ON THE RUN I BREAK A MILLION HEARTS JUST FOR FUN I DON'T BELONG TO ANYONE I GUESS YOU COULD SAY THAT MY LIFE'S A MESS BUT I'M STILL LOOKING PRETTY IN THIS DRESS I'M THE IMAGE OF DECEPTION WHEN EVERYTHING IS LIFE AND DEATH YOU MAY FEEL LIKE THERE'S NOTHING LEFT INSTEAD OF LOVE AND TRUST AND LAUGHTER WHAT YOU GET IS HAPPY NEVER AFTER BUT DEEP DOWN, ALL YOU WANT IS LOVE THE PURE KIND WE ALL DREAM OF BUT WE CANNOT ESCAPE THE PAST SO YOU AND I WILL NEVER LAST... cause i'm a homewrecker[/style] [STYLE=margin: 70px 30px 30px 30px; text-align: justify; color: #c4c4c4;font-size: 10px;] note: skipping over vaan due to inactivity. maybe he can join in later. orchid watched as one of the two expected wavemasters gated in to the area, followed soon after by scout. that was two of the three expected individuals -- the third should have been there momentarily. she allowed thyrm to take her attention for the moment, figuring that this would make the time move faster and therefore making the third person's arrival that much sooner. she wondered what he was trying to do -- that is, whether he was just a strange sort of person, or if he was actually attempting to psyche out his current companions. if the truth of the matter was the latter in this situation, orchid could only wish him good luck; she was not easily fazed by displays such as those. if anything, she cringed only because he had actually ventured into that revolting water. "i'd rather not -- but you're free to be an animal if you wish," she stated, at his inquiry. no, she did not want to go for a swim in water that was filled with decaying corpses. yes, she knew that he was joking even before he bellowed a stressed, dramatic chortle; a laugh that only proved to annoy her. or, rather -- perhaps he wasn't actually joking and had the audacity to seriously think that orchid would even consider bathing in such a polluted liquid. what an imbecile. "realism indeed," she agreed, inwardly lamenting on thyrm's.. odd nature, for lack of a better word. it took a genuine kind of strangeness to actually enjoy being surrounded by dead bodies. with a sigh brewed from annoyance at watching thyrm's disgracing of dead bodies, orchid decided to instead observe the area around her -- no one else had yet to show their face. the other wavemaster must have chickened out, or something. orchid didn't like her time being wasted -- she would set out to assassinate that player later on after today's task was finished. she still had his display name and member address and could just request that he meet her in an area, or something. anyhow, her scanned way of glancing brought scout to her attention and she realized that she had already forgot he was there. he was such a mute. "well, i'm orchid, as you've guessed," she started, focusing her attention onto thyrm. vann's absence was going to make this day harder on the present wavemaster -- now orchid's analytic eye would be all over him. "this is scout. he's a friend of mine, and will accompany us." she added, a hand waving in the twin blade's direction as to signify that she was referring to him. she then turned away from the both of them, focusing her attention on the lone tree in the middle of the area. "we're going there. a dungeon doesn't show up on the mini-map -- probably on purpose -- but i'll bet any money that that's the only spot worth exploring." she nodded, as she pointed out the aforementioned tree. beginning her trek forward, she made sure to keep an eye out for anything that could hinder her -- she did not want to trip over anything. heaven forbid she fall into that disgusting liquid. [/style]

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[THRYM]

ooc| sorry for the delay D: the writer's block, i has it. and lol this post is so bad i just wanted to get it done ugh.

Thrym's expression turned to one of dull anger, scowling out at the "body" floating alongside him as his mood soured just as quickly as it had lifted. Eyeing Orchid as she rattled off the expected responses, the wavemaster's attention shifted to the silent twinblade, one eyebrow quirked in interest. (Well, whoever this loser was, he doubted he'd get in the way of his fun. And if he did, he wasn't against a bit of friendly fire.)

"Are you sure?" he crowed, sloshing up out of the pit to fall into graceful step behind Orchid. "You're not really experiencing the game if you don't explore... all its avenues, you know." Against his desires, however, he did not make to push her in for the beautiful, glorious reaction she would undoubtedly provide -- instead, he loomed up over her tiny frame, staff in one hand, poised behind her like a shadow.

"Do you come here often?" he continued, a lewd mockery of an already questionable phrase, all raised eyebrows and flashing teeth. He, of course, meant the field -- he could only assume that Orchid knew what she was talking about because she had visited this field before (and he had not).