Misery loves company. [Jeen/DoG]

[VII]

Δ DETESTABLE MOMENTARY NOTHINGNESS

» AREA THEME

In a distorted and twisted world similar to our own, stands a city in ruin threatened by perpetual roaring thunder and wind storms. This dangerous place seems warped from that of most dungeons, the maps and terrain so wild in nature that many adventurers have been known to plummet off rocky cliff-sides to their deaths. The dark and eerie landscape has been ravaged by constant earthquakes and weather corrosion, stores and businesses destroyed and abandoned long ago. Ashes rise and fall from the sky's constantly black atmosphere, the murky light of the full moon overhead won't bring comfort between the waves of constantly-shifting electric storms. Be weary when exploring these post-apocalyptic city streets, for you never know what creatures may be lurking within this chaotic labyrinth.

[DoG]

[atrb=border,0,bTable]god's not gonna help you, son.[style=float:right; width: 100px: height: 100px; border: 5px white solid; margin: 0 0 1 12; ][/style][/style][style=width: 400px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; padding: 10 0; margin: 0 0 4 0; text-align: justify; border-top: 6px solid white; border-bottom: 6px solid white;]His slender, yet muscular form stood amidst the shadowed entry point. The area was dark, somewhat foggy in the distance, and filled with nothing but remnant storms. It was your classic horror environment. Place probably had damn zombies or something. DoG's Avenger as straddled over his back, the large and uncanny blade being one that was only usable by a Heavy Blade. His class was a dead give away, but then again weren't they all? "Why the hell did I agree to come here?" Crossing his arms, he looked around. The place was spooky, but it was just a game, right? Even so, he had a tendency to get into the games he played a little to much sometimes. Awaiting his allies arrival, he figured he just connected a few moments before they did. Reaching behind him and grabbing the large blade, he lifted it up from its connector on his back, and rested it atop his right shoulder. [/style][style=width: 400px;font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]tag VII, JEEN ▪ mood spooky ▪ notesNone that I know worth mentioning. [/style][style=opacity:0.7; font-size: 9px; text-align: center;]made by katya of pre & btn[/style]

[VII]

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[atrb=valign,top][style=width: 380px; border: 4px solid #; background: #2d2d2d; align: center; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; color: #a5a5a5; padding: 10px; overflow: auto] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - GATING IN: Δ DETESTABLE MOMENTARY NOTHINGNESS N O W _ L O A D I N G . . . - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Haunting, devastating, entrancing. There were many words that could have fit this place at first sight, but when the player-character known as VII finally warped into the area to behold the field with his own eyes, he couldn't help but stand beside himself in awe. Unlike so many places the blademaster had visited before, none were as realistic or sinister as this one. A post-apocalyptic zone, the wind immediately sweeping past the character with wicked howling cries through the player's headset as the gusts exploded past. Standing atop what seemed to be the cracked remains of a cement path, the player took a moment to get his bearings before advancing beyond where he entered. VII was invited to this place by another, or others, two characters who wanted in on the same level as himself, yet none of them had met before. Interesting how this game seemed to bring out peoples' teamwork and social skills, though for some it was nothing more than killing time co-operating with strangers online. What a way to go about it, right? As the dark-haired swordsman stared off into the distance with those piercing blood-red eyes, a small light caught his view when another player appeared in the field just after himself. From far away he couldn't tell much who the player was, but after a few seconds of careful observation, the player grabbed and held out his enormous sword, straddling it over his shoulder and appearing to be waiting for someone. Sensing no harm in asking, VII took off in the player's direction with a nimble dash across the tarnished terrain. His katana still sheathed and carried tightly in his armored left hand, the blademaster slowed upon approaching the other player nearby, knowing now he had to be a heavyblade waiting for someone else. "Hey," VII called out blandly through the echoing field background music, warping twisting and racing in beat as each gust of storm bellowed through the field. "I don't suppose you're waiting for a party? Unless you're just chillin' in this hell-hole for the nice weather." The wild swordsman half-joked, his character's ponytails twirling in the strong winds hurling through the stifling air. Whoever agreed to come here certainly did have a thing for creepy places, this one taking the cake for strangest location [ the world ] had ever seen. _________________________________________________________________ Words: 396 Notes: Arrite, bring on the fun. >D [/style]

[Estraneo]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #00BBFF; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 16px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 320px solid #00BBFF;]THIS IS A GAME.[/style] [style=text-align: left; color: #e4e4e4; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; font-family: arial;]DO NOT TRUST YOUR EARS. WHAT YOU HEAR ARE LIES.[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; background-color: #212121; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #222222;] [style=zoom: 1; filter: alpha(opacity=70); opacity: 0.7; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 10px; background-image: url(http://th891.photobucket.com/albums/ac113/Onigiri_Iconz/Persona/Naoto%20Shirogane/th_18.png); float: left;] [/style] Estraneo opened her eyes to a horrible scene. She was in what seemed to be a city that was ravaged by earthquakes, storms, and whatever else that God could through at it. She was impressed to see such a place in a video game. If this was a lower level field, what was she to expect in the future? She looked toward the the mass of crushed buildings and could see two other players standing near each other. They must've loaded right before she did yet she felt a little guilty for not coming first. She folded her arms and started walking toward the two. They were both men, one wore a coat and black gloves and the other had a much more savage appearance. Were these the players that she was going to be working with? If they knew she was a girl, they wouldn't take her too seriously, a problem that she experienced quite often. "Well, beggars cannot be choosers, I suppose" she thought to herself as she approached them. "I hope I didn't keep you two waiting long"

[/b] she used a deeper voice than her natural voice to appear more masculine, though the fact that she was completely dwarfed by these two players didn't make it any better.

[style=color: #00BBFF; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; background-color: #121212; padding: 2px;]TAGGING: VII, DoG | WORDS: 211 | NOTES: NONE[/style][/style][/td][/tr][/table] [style=font-size: 10px; font-family: georiga; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE[/style][/center]

[DoG]

[atrb=border,0,bTable]god's not gonna help you, son.[style=float:right; width: 100px: height: 100px; border: 5px white solid; margin: 0 0 1 12; ][/style][/style][style=width: 400px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; padding: 10 0; margin: 0 0 4 0; text-align: justify; border-top: 6px solid white; border-bottom: 6px solid white;]Facing the character, he browsed across the screen and watched as the other character joined behind him moments after. How interesting, a twin blade and a swordsman made up his party for the adventure. A small bit of remnant static shuffled through the background, if only for a few seconds. It was the sound of readjusting himself, and his character moved around awkwardly from accidental controller movements. "Waitin' for the party." By the time this transferred from his lips and into his mic, the girl had already approached and began speaking. Browsing over them, he surveyed the names momentarily. VII and Estraneo. If they were chill, this would end up being pretty fun. "I don't care." He paused for a moment, then continued. "So- what are ya'll wantin' to do exactly?" He talked as if something was in his mouth, such as a straw or cigarette. He was clear with his words, just slightly muffled and in all honesty, it added a slight city boy slang to his speech patterns. He was obviously still getting used to the game, being level one and all, so hopefully his allies wouldn't mind picking up his weaknesses. [/style][style=width: 400px;font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]tag VII, JEEN ▪ mood spooky ▪ notesNone that I know worth mentioning. [/style][style=opacity:0.7; font-size: 9px; text-align: center;]made by katya of pre & btn[/style]

[VII]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=CellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, btable]

[atrb=valign,top][style=width: 380px; border: 4px solid #; background: #2d2d2d; align: center; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; color: #a5a5a5; padding: 10px; overflow: auto]'Waiting? Guess he's one of the players on the team', VII thought to himself, staying silent even still, but then turning as a lower voice called out behind him, the wild blademaster slow to notice a shorter player arrive behind him. 'And here's the second?' It didn't take long for the third player to come wandering into view, VII then turning to greet the shorter companion of the two swordsmen, this player instead crossing his arms and looking wonderously at the disasterous environment around them. "You're the leader, then? I can't say I expected a party of all blade classes to take on this kind of area. Looks like this'll be interesting." The young man smirked casually, the heavyblade with the darker and more serious overtones stood by non-chelaontly, still bearing that incredibly massive sword over his shoulders and waiting for the word 'go'. As a common courtesy, VII rolled his shoulders and raised his bladed arm, as if offering his sheathed blade to the two players on stand-by. "Alright, name's VII, or 'seven', technically. I'll pass you guys my member address, so we can get this party started." Even if they'd already noticed his name, he was used to the common mannerisms of greeting players and offering his name. Call it a force of habit. After a couple seconds, the blademaster realized something slight, then spoke up again with a short chuckle. "No pun intended." The more serious heavyblade and the shorter player, who's class still had yet to be revealed to the trio. Speaking up though, the heavyblade offered a good question between the three of them--what were they going to do now? Failing to look the other players in the eye, turning to look at the destroyed background and creeped out by the weary horror soundtrack, the blademaster seemed a little distracted at the time. "I guess.. kill as many enemies in this area as we can, find the beast statue at the end with our loot, and try not to die along the way?" VII added aloud, wondering too what the plan was for this little trip of theirs. Turning back to face the shorter player who he assumed would be the leader of their party, the blademaster waited with a neutral expression, his wild gaze watching the player for a reaction. Enjoying the company of some other players was a fleeting hobby for him lately, but having a general goal in mind was better than nothing. _________________________________________________________________ Words: 406 Notes: N/A [/style]

[Estraneo]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #00BBFF; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 16px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 320px solid #00BBFF;]THIS IS A GAME.[/style] [style=text-align: left; color: #e4e4e4; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; font-family: arial;]DO NOT TRUST YOUR EARS. WHAT YOU HEAR ARE LIES.[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; background-color: #212121; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #222222;] [style=zoom: 1; filter: alpha(opacity=70); opacity: 0.7; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 10px; background-image: url(http://th891.photobucket.com/albums/ac113/Onigiri_Iconz/Persona/Naoto%20Shirogane/th_18.png); float: left;] [/style] It already occurred to Estraneo to think about what they would do while exploring this zone. It was true that nothing of interest came up, so it seemed like their only purpose would be fighting monsters. She listened to the wild looking player, who introduced himself as VII. Though she had already been able to see his name, were there any need for introductions? She was going to be their 'leader' for this exploration. She wasn't excited about this, however she preferred to be calling the shots over VII, though she hadn't met him before this he looked rather unstable. She nodded in response to his introduction and stared out towards the ruined city, she was a bit nervous about this exploration. She hoped that she would be able to prove herself as a strong asset in battle. "I am a twin blade," she started off "My name is Estraneo"

[/b]. Satisfied with her introduction, she looked at the player wearing the coat, she was able to scan him to get the name DoG, yet he hadn't formally introduced himself as she and VII did. "May I ask who you are?"[/b]. She was sure that these two would be capable of clearing monsters quickly, the faster, the better, right?
[style=color: #00BBFF; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; background-color: #121212; padding: 2px;]TAGGING: VII, DoG | WORDS: 208 | NOTES: NONE[/style][/style][/td][/tr][/table] [style=font-size: 10px; font-family: georiga; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE[/style][/center]

[DoG]

[atrb=border,0,bTable]god's not gonna help you, son.[style=float:right; width: 100px: height: 100px; border: 5px white solid; margin: 0 0 1 12; ][/style][/style][style=width: 400px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; padding: 10 0; margin: 0 0 4 0; text-align: justify; border-top: 6px solid white; border-bottom: 6px solid white;] "Dog." He said his name, introducing himself. He wasn't the most talkative person, but he was pretty relaxed. Sending out the party invites, he decided to just go along with VII, as he seemed to be more familiar with the area then DoG. Even if he hadn't been here before, he was a higher level, and as far as DoG was concerned, the higher leveled player could take lead. Looking around, he observed the environment a little better. Traveling through the city was really the thing in which he was most excited about. It looked fun; a little bit of fear, a little bit of action, and one hell of an adventure. What was there to lose? Waving his hand forth, he motioned to VII. "Why don't you take lead since your the higher level?" [/style][style=width: 400px;font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]tag VII, JEEN ▪ mood spooky ▪ notesNone that I know worth mentioning. [/style][style=opacity:0.7; font-size: 9px; text-align: center;]made by katya of pre & btn[/style]