boo, you whore [murmur/closed]

[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/hades10.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/hades10.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;] ❚ TAGS murmur c: ❚ NOTES so after this, if you wanted, they could go to a dungeon or something, or this could just be a social thing and maybe we could figure out some plottage. c:[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;] Thanks to the recent event, Thrym found himself in possession of a baby grunty -- tiny and cute and fluffy and pink, it had taken to staring up at him with impossibly wide eyes while wagging its stubby tail like a dog. Thrym stared back at it, cold and impassive: It seemed they had reached a standoff, neither of them moving but to blink, when the grunty squeaked and charged Thrym's legs. His broad, pig-like head squished up against his shin, and the creature squeaked again; Thrym could do nothing but concede defeat and lift the grunty into his arms. "Alright then, Mr. Bacon," he muttered, patting his silky fur, "Aren't you supposed to be able to talk or something?" The grunty snorted in response, tail still wagging, and Thrym headed out into Mac Anu's large town square. There were bound to be a lot of people logged on, especially for this time of day, and Mr. Bacon would likely provide him an opportunity to talk to new victims people. (Like puppies on a college campus, young grunties drew unsuspecting strangers to coo at their cuteness.) The wavemaster leaned up against a low stone wall, staff gripped lightly in one hand, and let the grunty down on the ground. Mr. Bacon, free of Thrym's arms, stumbled about on tiny legs, nose to the ground as though he had picked up on a scent. [/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]

[MURMUR]

LOGGED IN

EVERY DAY I LOOK THE SAME AND THE SUN IS ALWAYS SHINING I LOOK OUT AND THERE IS
3D I KEEP LOOKING DOWN AND MISS MY SHADOW

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-top: 7px solid #eee; border-bottom: 7px solid #eee;, bTable; ][atrb=style, padding: -5px; height: 400px;] It was her second day in the World. Murmur moved through the streets of Mac Anu selling items she had adventured to NPC store owners and occasionally browsing the bazaars of random players idling. The sun was shining. The sun was always shining here though. Still dressed in the level one starter gear of tunic and pants with knee-high boots and simple gloves, the twinblade MURMUR was looking anything but dashing and stylish. She cut a lean willowy figure against the scenery and her long white hair stood out from others nearby. Dark, sanguine eyes peered out at the city and its denizens from under wisps of hair. Walking along, suddenly there was a baby grunty underfoot. Murmur wasn't sure how she felt about grunties. Looking at the small Mr. Bacon toddling about the wavemaster Thrym's feet she continued on past the small animal and its owner. She's supposed to stop and coo right? Not Murmur. Cute baby grunties were something of a liability to their owners. Their only useful function in the game was to bear the user around the fields. And babies couldn't do that yet. So Murmur wasn't interested in Mr. Bacon. How could this be?! A female victim--player passing by a cute baby grunty like that?!...

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MURMUR's theme.
Notes:

[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/hades10.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;] ❚ TAGS murmur ❚ NOTES none c:[/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 noticed a girl -- boy? -- approaching and smiled; surely the twinblade would be unable to refuse Mr. Bacon's charms. He leaned forward and edged free from the wall, twirling his staff with one hand as he awaited the inevitable "d'awww so cute". And once Mr. Bacon had her caught, it would be simple enough to catch her up in convers- Wait, why was she still walking? The mission was failing; everything was going horribly wrong -- Thrym fought to suppress a laugh -- and the wavemaster stalked after her with a quick pace. "Hey-" he stooped to lift Mr. Bacon into his arms, and the grunty wiggled happily in response, "What's your name? I'm Thrym." He smiled, wolfishly, and held the grunty out to her like a sacrifice to be made. "This is Mr. Bacon." He considered, briefly, asking her if she would like to explore a dungeon with him -- but getting to the point quickly almost invariably countered his desire to troll and generally irritate everyone. The best thing, for his purposes, would be to drag out conversation as long as possible -- and if everything went right, his new target would either log out or be reduced to yelling back at him. (He'd yet to find someone able to entirely ignore him, and this occasionally made him sad. He supposed he'd just have to keep hunting, and perhaps in the process make some "friends".) [/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]

[MURMUR]

LOGGED IN

EVERY DAY I LOOK THE SAME AND THE SUN IS ALWAYS SHINING I LOOK OUT AND THERE IS
3D I KEEP LOOKING DOWN AND MISS MY SHADOW

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-top: 7px solid #eee; border-bottom: 7px solid #eee;, bTable; ][atrb=style, padding: -5px; height: 400px;] Murmur heard another player catching up to her. Turning to regard him she realized it was the aforementioned Wavemaster with the baby grunty. With a wolfish grin he introduced himself. And his baby grunty. The small portly animal wriggled in his manic embrace. For a moment she stared between them both blankly. "I'm Murmur. Wavemaster, right? You wanna dungeon crawl?" She gestures behind to the gate portal out of town. What a terrible way to start things off. Direct and to the point. No cooing or oggling; not even a smile. Though she seems friendly enough. Even if her voice is a little husky and sullen. Still ... everything about her screams 'turn back now,' friend. It's like she's the compression engine to your air. Those expectant red eyes stare into yours as if she's about to receive a 'yes' or a 'no' from your interface, so that she might click 'OK' and venture to the portal with you in tow. The lack of humanity may seem staggering. But it's in there somewhere. If only you could find the start of the thread and yank it hard.

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MURMUR's theme.
Notes: BTW I am fine with staying purely social or dungeoning. Either way.

[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/hades10.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;] ❚ TAGS MURMY <3 ❚ NOTES omg i love your character :'D[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;] The twinblade's response was short and to-the-point; concise and cold, and Thrym could not help the broad smile that split his face. Tapping eagerly on the controls, he contemplated his choices -- to dungeon crawl, or not to dungeon crawl? This girl -- Murmur -- offered a unique type of interaction, a calm tenacity that was rare to find in the world. With a soft laugh, he shifted Mr. Bacon under one arm and clapped Murmur on the shoulder. "I like you. What field do you want to go to? I have vak and rai magic." Normally, the wavemaster would not have divulged such information -- he was much more the type to simply "go with the flow" and improvise if needed. But this twinblade seemed like the type for such practicalities when it came to choosing a dungeon, and he could almost empathize with her for it. He certainly admired her for it; a level-headed rationality and a desire to get things done that he too often wished others would exhibit in the real world. (Or perhaps he was reading too far into it.) [/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]

[MURMUR]

LOGGED IN

EVERY DAY I LOOK THE SAME AND THE SUN IS ALWAYS SHINING I LOOK OUT AND THERE IS
3D I KEEP LOOKING DOWN AND MISS MY SHADOW

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-top: 7px solid #eee; border-bottom: 7px solid #eee;, bTable; ][atrb=style, padding: -5px; height: 400px;] There's a lightning smile at Thrym's reply. Swift before it disappears again even as his hand rests on her shoulder. It seems the feeling is mutual. The interface still impresses her. She can somewhat feel the weight of Thrym's hand upon her level one gear. Not quite the same as in the real world but surprisingly close. At least the reality of the interface was not exaggerated by the flailing fan community, those squeeing poster-children of the realm that so haunted the bulletin board system (that she also lurked and wouldn't admit-- even to herself-- she was a closet junkee). She turns to find a bearing on the chaos gate from where she stands beside the Wavemaster and his grunty baby, Mr. Bacon. "Vak and Ani here. I've got Repth if you want to go on offense some. Hmm. I had a few things to finish looking into in Delta Field today. You looking for anything in particular?" She has no idea this Thrym is a player-killer. Won't this be fun?

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MURMUR's theme.
Notes: I cannot finds elemental weakness charts or anything. Newb alert!

[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/hades10.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;] ❚ TAGS MURMY <3 ❚ NOTES :I i can't either. i'm just going to base weaknesses off my knowledge of pokemon oh and i can make the dungeon thread if you wanna do that. C:[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;] Murmur was proving rather interesting. Though Thrym knew twinblades boasted the occasional spell -- certainly much more than the other non-mage classes -- this player didn't seem the type, at least at first, to offer healing to others. Most people just stocked up on potions and the like; certainly she was sacrificing room to attack in order to carry around such a spell? Thrym found himself smirking (but when was he ever devoid of such an expression, truly?) and nodded. "Ah, I can heal as well. I suppose we could watch each others' backs," he commented, his tendency to stab others in the back last minute carefully hidden in the meaning behind his statement. "And no, nothing interesting. I just need some experience. Still rather weak." He pouted at this, and Mr. Bacon grunted at him. "Oh, I suppose I shouldn't be taking him with me. How about we meet in a few minutes at Forgotten Flow Fall?" He'd heard several players had found some interesting items there, and he was all for collecting shiny, interesting things. Sometimes his need to gather useless items struck him as worrisome, but one cannot help what one wants -- he shrugged and winked at Murmur, hoping she would say yes. (And, if, at the end of their adventure, he accidentally struck her down when she had her back turned... that was her own fault for not keeping up her guard.) [/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]

[MURMUR]

LOGGED IN

EVERY DAY I LOOK THE SAME AND THE SUN IS ALWAYS SHINING I LOOK OUT AND THERE IS
3D I KEEP LOOKING DOWN AND MISS MY SHADOW

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-top: 7px solid #eee; border-bottom: 7px solid #eee;, bTable; ][atrb=style, padding: -5px; height: 400px;] [style=height: 450px; padding-right: 10px; overflow: auto;] Attrition strategy: you can run out of potions but you can never run out of Repth. When out solo with two blades it's great. There's never a need to stock up. Your inventory can be used for other things. But in some ways Thrym would know all about that, being a Wavemaster. After she offers Thrym the chance to cut loose and do something other than healing, healing, and please make it stop healing... the Wavemaster before her offers her the opportunity to watch each others' backs. Another flash of smile under sanguine steady gaze. "I'd like that." At hearing that Thrym feels rather weak she replies sincerely, in that sullen tone, "I'll do what I can." The twinblade's gaze falls to regard Mr. Bacon. Quiet analysis takes place of the pig-like creature named for food until the keywords are spoken. Her gaze resettles onto Thrym's with a spark of interest. "Forgotten Flow Fall. I'll be there." Nothing smug in the response, nor impatient. Just a companionable yet curt reply. She gives Thrym a nod and begins to move off toward the chaos gate. Slowing a moment she looks back over her shoulder in the Wavemaster's direction. And when she turns back again toward the chaos gate, other players swallow her from view in their passing. The swarm of players is probably some guild going someplace en masse for some event... The usual... ... And she is gone. [/style]

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MURMUR's theme.
Notes: yus let's dungeon! thank you for the thread time!

[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/hades10.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;] ❚ TAGS MURMY <3 ❚ NOTES mods, this thread is done and can be archived/whatever c8 [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;] Cradling Mr. Bacon to his chest like an infant, he watched the twinblade leave with a curious expression, bemused half-smile marred by a thoughtful scowl. He'd met quiet players before, usually timid people afraid of talking to others -- but those tended to simply ignore him. No, Murmur interacted, but her focus was entirely on the game. (She might be fun to troll, he pondered.) He took a moment to carry his ward back to the farm, where he could be safely left while Thrym went into the field. The wavemaster could hardly wait for his grunty to mature: He would ride Mr. Bacon proudly into battle, striking fear into the hearts of his enemies. ... Or, at least, he would cross the terrain more quickly than he would have otherwise. "Forgotten Flow Fall," he repeated to himself, poking Mr. Bacon's nose, "I'll see you later." [/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]