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Post by granxgran on Nov 21, 2016 10:57:46 GMT -6
Gran gave her mace a few more swings, making sure the balance hadn't changed at all. Of course it hadn't. She smiled and twirled it one more time, before slamming the rounded head of it into the ground. The satisfying thud it made was something she was glad had been programmed into the game. Sure, she couldn't bust most things with it like she wished she could, but this was enough for her. She leaned up against the wall of the white labyrinth tower. Putting her hand on the top of her mace and placing the bottom of the handle against the ground, she made it look like she was just a little old lady with her cane, leaning against a giant ominous castle. She wished she could see the image she must portray.
With her free hand, Gran opened up her menu and began to type out a party recruitment announcement. Choosing her words very carefully, she wondered if any of the friends she'd made so far would get the announcement and show up. She smiled at the thought of seeing some of those faces coming to help her out. Then again, she was more than happy to greet some new people before this arduous journey she was sure was ahead of them. Another ally, or another friend would be welcome to her. She wouldn't be against a rival, either. She'd had a surprising lack of people willing to challenge her so far, and it was kind of saddening.
She slapped her hand lightly against the wall of the labyrinth as her party recruitment was sent out. Soon, she was sure she'd see a few people coming to speak with her, even if out of sheer curiosity at an old lady going into the most dangerous zone of the floor. She yawned, and let herself slide down the wall into a crosslegged position, mace laid across her legs. She closed her eyes gently, and let herself drift into a very light sleep. She was fully prepared for what was to come next. @open
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Post by TOTO on Nov 30, 2016 12:59:34 GMT -6
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TOTO
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T
oto glanced up to the tall white tower in the distance with a gulp. The tower was a looming figure even though she was somewhat far off from it. Just approaching it was somewhat daunting. The girl crossed her arms as she walked, intent on not looking intimidated by the aspect of the monsters within. Toto had made sure to be properly equipped, but still... There was always a little voice in the back of her head telling her to be careful. Game may have been her forte, but Sword Art Online was a different type of monster than anything she had ever faced. [break][break] Still, when she saw the party advertisement, Toto knew it was time to go check it out. As the girl approached the tower, her eyes shifted about the area. Where was the person who advertised for the party? Her eyes soon found themselves drawn to a dark spot that leaned against the tower. [break][break] A sleeping old hag. [break][break] Toto frowned and approached the figure before speaking loudly with crossed arms. [break][break] "Hey! Old Lady, wake up! Are you the one who put up the labyrinth advertisement?!"[break][break] [attr="class","jarleviathancredit"] made by jaronart[newclass=.jarleviathan]width:350px;height:400px;box-shadow:1px 2px 2px 2px #d1d1d1;padding:10px;background:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanname]float:center;border-bottom:1px solid #d1d1d1;color:#919191;padding:10px;text-shadow:1px 1px 2px #313131;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:25px;text-transform:uppercase;font-weight:bold;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathan:hover .jarleviathanname]color:#ffd000;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanpic]float:left;background:#919191;padding:10px;margin-top:5px;margin-left:5px;border-radius:100%;width:100px;height:100px;border:5px double #fff;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanpic:hover]background:#FFD000[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathancredit]font-size:8px;font-family:Open Sans;margin-top:2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanusername]width:270px;height:20px;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:16px;text-align:right;padding:2px;padding-right:5px;background:#efefef;border-right:5px solid #00d126;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1;margin-top:10px;margin-right:-55px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanhp]float:right;margin-top:5px;margin-right:5px;width:200px;height:10px;border-radius:100px;padding:2px;padding-bottom:6px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;font-family:VT323;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanstat]float:right;margin-top:5px;margin-right:5px;width:200px;height:10px;border-radius:100px;padding:2px;padding-bottom:6px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;font-family:VT323;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext]float:center;width:300px;height:160px;margin-top:110px;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;padding:20px;border-radius:10px;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext b]color:#33b5e5[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background:#fff[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width:5px;background:#33b5e5;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantextsub]float:left;margin-right:5px;border-radius:100px;padding-right:7px;padding-left:7px;padding:5px;font-family:Montserrat;text-transform:uppercase;background:#d1d1d1;font-weight:bold;color:#fff;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext:hover]border:1px solid #ffd000;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext:hover .jarleviathantextsub]background:#33b5e5[/newclass]
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Post by Farmsalot on Nov 30, 2016 14:03:42 GMT -6
It was always nice to have a little downtime between questing and crafting, but each day after the labyrinth became available he grew more and more antsy. He knew he would have to delve in eventually, but there was always just one more thing he needed. If he was going to enter the dungeon he was going to need to be fully prepared with good equipment, stats and skills. Now that he had all of those things there was really no excuse not to bite the bullet and get moving on it.
Farms wandered the area around the labyrinth for a while, keeping a close eye on the message boards for any notification of a party being formed. Until then he would patiently observe the surrounding area while mentally preparing himself for what to come. After quite a bit of waiting he finally received his call to battle. The corners of his lips tugged into a smile as he saw who it was who posted the message, not even a little surprised to see Gran rounding people up for this. It was good, though. Gave him something to look forward to.
As he started off toward the white tower he could see the two figures in the distance, once sitting on the ground while the other stood over them. It wasn't until he got closer that he could make the shapes out as Gran and a young lady. The shorter the distance got the more he started to worry about the two, first realizing that neither of them were equipped with a single piece of plate or chain armor. As he got close enough to get a look at the younger of the two he realized that she couldn't have been very old, maybe not even in high school yet. He was going to need to be extra careful in there.
As he finally approached the two he rose a hand in greeting, flicking up the visor to reveal his previously obscured face. He looked over to Gran, his expression a little stiff with anticipation for what was to come. "I got your message Gran. Hope you don't mind me coming along." He then turned his gaze to the young girl, smiling softly at her. Just looking at her young face in this place made him sick to his stomach. "Pleased to meet you, ma'am. Are you going into the Labyrinth as well?" | I DON'T need THE WHOLE PIE, I JUST WANT MY LITTLE SLICE
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Post by granxgran on Dec 7, 2016 21:49:20 GMT -6
Gran opened her eyes drearily, only to have her ears assaulted by this little kid's voice. She frowned up at the kid and raised an eyebrow, "It's less of an advertisement and more of a call to action. An advertisement sounds like I'm selling something."
She groaned and pushed herself back up to stand in front of the girl. With a sigh, Gran realised the brat was taller than her. Disappointing. She stuck her mace's handle into the ground, holding on to the smooth tip of it like the knob on a cane. With a smile she began talking to the girl, "But yes, I'm the one who sent it out. I don't think I expected a little child to be the first to answer my call, if I'm being honest. Think you can handle lots of dangerous creatures all at once, kid?"
Before the Gran could say anything else, Farmsalot came marching up out of nowhere. Gran smiled at him and gave a little wave, "Good to see you, short stuff! I'd be happy for you to join me. I'd say us, but I haven't decided if this girl is dedicated enough to face all the creepy crawlies we'll see in there."
As she said this, she raised her free hand and wriggled her fingers as if it were a spider, directing the hand towards the girl. Gran laughed and waved her hand in front of her face, "My apologies, dear. I don't mean to say you're not, we just haven't said much to each other yet. Judging by the look of your leather, you've got a good bit of dexterity, right? If so, that's actually almost perfect to complete our little set up."
With a flourish, Gran opened up her menu and sent Farms a party invite. She turned to the girl and raised an eyebrow, thinking for a moment. Then Gran sent a party invite to her as well, deciding that the child could take the invite and join them or walk away. She looked at Farms with a curious smile, "Did you bring any potions?" TOTO Farmsalot
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