Nightingale
Lord Tickle-Toes
- Location
- Beyond the Sea
So.......? Nothing? Alright, I guess I'll just quit my hobby of quest writing and go find a cave to live in for the rest of my days, sculpting little statuettes of Steve Buscemi.
Through the Astral Sea
- Thread starter Nightingale
- Start date
- Original
Sendicard
Writer of Sakura
- Location
- New Mexico, USA
- Pronouns
- YouPick
I suggest something more your size, like.... um.....
Does it make me a bad friend that we've known each-other for like four years, and I have no fucking idea what you're good at besides the fact that you can play the three Dark Souls games without a shield, and were damn awesome at Bloodborn?
Oh, and that in Overwatch you make an ok Reaper? Better than me at-least.
Oh ya, Piano tiles. That doesn't count though, you're too good at that.
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Those are all video games. What do you not suck at in real life? Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-Oh yes. You made good Nachos that one time.
Yes, that's it. You're good at nachos. Go nacho in a cave.
Nightingale
Lord Tickle-Toes
- Location
- Beyond the Sea
I mean you really suck xD
I am also good at making other foods. So I can cook and play piano tiles like no one's business. I'll start a pianist restaurant where everyone has to at the very least be able to play moonlight sonata without falling asleep to be able to order there, and the menu will consist of nothing but nachos and macaroni.
Sendicard
Writer of Sakura
- Location
- New Mexico, USA
- Pronouns
- YouPick
You put those together like they- *Looks down at viewing thread list*
We meet again.
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More importantly, you put those together like they are even remotely proportionate.
Not to diss on your cooking, those were some good nachos, but comparatively, your piano tile ability makes it look you've never touched cookware before.
You put them together and any buisiness you run will be laughably lopsided.
It'd be like if I ran a service where I specialize in both being cryptic, and mind blowingly awesome all the time.
While as you know I can do both of those, I am massively better at one of them. All my requests would be in one basket.
Nightingale
Lord Tickle-Toes
- Location
- Beyond the Sea
So is this around the time we close the votes? Either that or start calling out to people to vote. We could always call in skew for this xD
I'm absolutely certain he'd like the change in pace.
I'm absolutely certain he'd like the change in pace.
Sendicard
Writer of Sakura
- Location
- New Mexico, USA
- Pronouns
- YouPick
I'm not sure I like the idea of bothering @Skewfiend with more of our crap. Especially not a comedy.
I mean, the man is pretty busy. There's no way he has time for what we consider funny. Especially not reading the first three posts. Ugh, that time.
(As a side note, the threadmarks are out of order. It goes intro, send them to prologue 2, then prologue 1. I can't fix it for you, I am not OP)
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As for votes? Your call. It's your turn I think so....
Skewfiend
The Corruptor of All Things
- Location
- The Darkness Behind Your Eyes
Who speaks the names that mortals were not meant to know? Be wary of what you call up, lest-
Oh hey, Sendi, what up?
I may or may not get around to reading the quest posts. In the meantime, here is my vote:
[X] Go swimming.
Sendicard
Writer of Sakura
- Location
- New Mexico, USA
- Pronouns
- YouPick
Nothing much, Nightingale and I just decided to start a Co-QM quest that focuses on more lighthearted and comedic aspects than our main quests.
You know the drill, there are consequences for your actions and all that.
But unlike normal, we want to focus on the fun. So instead of spending the next thirty posts going on about how fucking stupid that one move all the way back then was, and how it is the cause of all our problems?
We'll be trying to make your failures as fun as your successes. Whether through narrative, crazy, or even just a sense of humor from the cast.
Mostly, I at the very least, (haven't talked to the bro about the exacts) plan to do this through themes.
For best example, if Forgotten was here, he would be named Remembered, because this world isn't a mentally scaring hate filled whirlwind of tortured despair, war, and infinitely powered dictator style oppression. Well, ok, maybe it is(looking at you high school history books). But not on screen!
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We were thinking you might enjoy the change of pace, given how much shit we put you through on the regular. Sit back, make intelligent decisions with a side of 'I wonder..' And you should find yourself pleased.
I suggest looking at the other three posts for examples of what I mean. It says it better than I can.
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Oh, also, nice vote XD
KnightIcarus
Snark Knight
- Location
- New York
[X]Where to search for your car keys?
-[X]Neighbor's cat
Ello folks
-[X]Neighbor's cat
Ello folks
Nightingale
Lord Tickle-Toes
- Location
- Beyond the Sea
Fixed it. Bro.
Nessun problema my friend, I miss my updates occasionally as well. It just always seems that when i post I never get a notification.
Alright caught up, serious vote:
Where do you look for your keys?
[X] Behind your ear. They keep showing up there for some reason.
To a given value of serious.
Don't be trying to give our little thiefy thief the ditz trait. Don't need another aeternum. Especially for a thiefy thief.
Edit: what's up icarus, what are you doing her-
*looks at the last time I updated my other quest*
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Nightingale
Lord Tickle-Toes
- Location
- Beyond the Sea
Sorry for the relatively slow startup to this quest. Kinda robs the feel that we were aiming at when we first thought of it. Between my work schedule, constantly shifting sleep schedule (landlord can go fuck herself for having the crew build the deck directly outside my window), and the fact that I lost my laptop for a while and thus had to write updates via mobile *retches* it's been much slower going than I'd hoped.
But I found my laptop, so I'll hopefully finally write this update that I've been losing sleep over, either tonight, or tomorrow morning.
But I found my laptop, so I'll hopefully finally write this update that I've been losing sleep over, either tonight, or tomorrow morning.
Sendicard
Writer of Sakura
- Location
- New Mexico, USA
- Pronouns
- YouPick
I know right? I feel like such a jerk. I mean, they're not abandoned, just put on unintentional haitus as my other projects have taken the front. (Not to mention my being very soon to start college) But I mean... Still.
*Never stops laughing*
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Skewfiend
The Corruptor of All Things
- Location
- The Darkness Behind Your Eyes
[Q]Where to search for
-[Q] Neighbor's cat
Sendicard
Writer of Sakura
- Location
- New Mexico, USA
- Pronouns
- YouPick
What's funny is that's surprisingly close to accurate.
Sendicard
Writer of Sakura
- Location
- New Mexico, USA
- Pronouns
- YouPick
The vote's actually kind of somewhat closed. What with college and such starting I hadn't actually remembered to call it.
But I mean, it won anyway so.. Thanks for voting, we appreciate it!
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It should be noted Nightingale's already completed the post. I've just been so busy lately I haven't really gotten a chance to go over it. Well, I did the first draft but, it sorta doubled in length since then. (It's not massive, I'm just rather busy, and lazy. A really bad combination.)
Sendicard
Writer of Sakura
- Location
- New Mexico, USA
- Pronouns
- YouPick
So Nightingale got sick of my 'but I'm busy' excuse (I am) and is now paying me to not be lazy. Not an extreme amount, mind you, at that point I would have turned it down. He's mainly just covering my bus fairs and casual consumption/spending of soda. (In truth it's like 90% him helping a brother out. I don't have the income to keep up my bus fairs. So I asked him if there was anything I could do for him to give me a few bucks from time to time. And he was like "If you consider our Astral sea project a top priority, I will pay you.")
So all delays will be on him from now on, because as long as it's not a Wendsday or Thursday, I'm gonna be right on it. (Wendsdays and Thursdays can go fuck themselves. College is mean
)I acted like I was being paid though, dug right into his prompt and tore at it. Much like I will do from now on. So maybe he's really paying me for writing advice? (And being a total badass life saver bro) So he's probably crying while revising (read: laughing his ass off), if he's not asleep or at work.
Someone give him a round of love for me. (Watch, he's gonna be totally pissed that I'm telling you this and come assassinate me tonight)
LucidProp
Pocky Eating MafiaDoka
Nightingale can recieve his/her round of love after he posts the update.
Prologue III
Nightingale
Lord Tickle-Toes
- Location
- Beyond the Sea
I'll give you a hint, my pay back includes buying a whole sleeve of paper and a lot of glue.
[X]Where to search for your car keys?
-[X]Neighbor's cat
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Sighing and shaking your head you begin to wonder where your car keys floated off to. They have a mind of their own sometimes it seems. Checking in the kitchen drawers you find nothing. You're actually surprised when you find nothing because there had previously been silverware in there. Oh well you shrug, and wander to the fridge, checking inside for your car keys.
Opening it to find your car keys aren't in there either, you realize your fridge is also empty. You could have sworn you bought groceries, but you suppose it's not too big of a deal, considering there will be fancy little snacks at the party anyways.
And thus you head to the bathroom,
However it doesn't and instead you're just left staring directly in front of you at the cat toy left on your countertop. Strange, you don't remember having a cat. Actually, you know for certain that you don't have a cat. However after a moment of deliberation you do remember your neighbor has a cat. Grabbing your coat, you open your window and take a breath, that silent switch in your mind telling you it's time to get serious. As you slip outside your window, the sounds of the city and the wind whistling past are music to your ears, a low tone sound of applause to the brevity and tenacity of every action of yours. Dropping to window below, and grabbing the ledge instinctively you pull yourself up slowly with considerable effort. It's left open so slipping inside again is easy, and you quickly scan the dark apartment for signs of life. You can't see anything at first, but for a moment you feel like you have eyes on you. With this kind of life you can normally tell when someone is looking at you, like your brain has a sonar for it.
But after a moment of straining your eyes, you start to hear a low purring sound. "Gotcha!" you think to yourself as you look in the direction of the sound of contentment. As your eyes adjust to the dark, you see the shining light of the cats eyes in the dark as it reflects the minor bit of sunlight coming in, the sun setting outside the window. Spotting you as you spot it, the kitty mewls and headhumps your hand as you pat it. "Sneaky little devil. How is it you get my keys?" you ask it, almost expecting a reply but getting nothing because it's just a cat. hearing the slight jingle of your keys as he moves you assume he's sitting directly on your keys.
Shoeing the cat away lightly and grabbing your keys from underneath him, you're about to slip back out the window and into your own home when the front door to the apartment swings open, and the resident walks in and flicks on the light. Normally the light wouldn't bother you, but when your eyes adjust even something as tame as a night light can hurt. As you feel like your heart stops, you shield your eyes as you slowly turn your head to him and smile awkwardly.
"Did muffin steal your keys again?" He asks, and you pocket your keys and shake your head sheepishly. "Of course not, I was just here to rob you." You reply, his only response being an amused smile.
"Want some coffee while you're here?" he asks, and you're almost tempted to stay and have coffee, before you remember that you have a party to attend. Shaking your head you slip out the window and climb back into your own window, sitting down and leaning your head against the window ledge when you get inside. "Maybe another time then..." He mutters, and closes his window.
Looking at muffin he chides the small cat and smiles. "I don't know how you do it, but you need to leave her alone muffin. She's too much of a shut in to get this much attention." he laughs, and pats the cat gently on the head.
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Later in your car, racing to make it on time to the party!
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Resting your head on the wheel, you crank the radio and try to drown out the sound of yelling as two sour drivers fight from their windows, engaging each other in a verbal jousting match. Pressing your foot down a little bit, you're almost surprised when you move a full 8 feet ahead of you.
Looking around at the sea of cars ahead of you, you almost consider just getting out and running there, but it wouldn't do well for you to be sweaty and smelly when you get there. So instead you do the lazy thing and continue on waiting for the car ahead of you to move an inch forward, constantly pressured by the car behind you to pay attention.
"Todays traffic reports aren't great I'll tell yah, nobodies moving anywhere at this speed. If I were a downtown driver I'd simply ride a bike or walk today." You hear over the radio. Sighing again and leaning your head back you turn the station to something else. After cycling through pretty much every local station you decide you're going to plug in your phone.
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What are you listening to?
[] Write in (optional)
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Sitting back and listening to your favorite songs helps ease your stress a little bit, before you glance at the time and groan to yourself. Fuck. Traffic.
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At the party, and only slightly late
You arrive not in style, but in a hurry. A change of plans is always invariably a bad thing for you, but you go ahead with it anyways. The large parking lot was full of vehicles, and even then it didn't take away from the decor, which was all too captivating in it's strangeness. "Gothic space pirate, huh?" you mutter to yourself, looking at a lawn "Gnome" sitting a few yards from the entrance.
Heading up the large steps to be greeted by the...greeter, you hand over your invitation and wait patiently for him to pass you on. You're oddly nervous, which is odd, considering this is the first time you've gotten a legitimate invitation to this sort of thing.
The man, an older gentleman with a pencil mustachio who looked like he was constantly smelling a bad smell, looked you over and went to say something over the radio he was holding, before an older gentlman burst through the large large entrance doors to see him and stops his hand. "Let the poor girl through, she has her invitation Vince." He mutters, and the older gentleman, now labeled as Vince, crinkles his nose and nods, all the while you're trying not to panic at the mans rather sudden entrance- or rather exit. "Yes, Mr. Richard." And he lets you pass. You recognize the older Gentleman as your mark, and nothing screams it's a trap more than this, but you go along with it anyways, as backing out now would be more than a little suspicious. Entering the large foyer, you hear the muttering of everyone around you and grab a glass of champagne from a servant boy, and sip on it lightly. Now it was simply a matter of getting access to the left wing, which is where the vault was "hidden". However heading straight there would also be suspicious. You need to blend in, get their attention off of you, as you can feel all eyes in the room on you. Well, at least all the eyes you don't want to see you.
You spot at least nine partygoers who are a tad bit too interest in other people's business to not be security, and their attention automatically shifted to you when you entered. Despite the job, you can't help but feel like everything here is a bit... weird.
The decor is odd beyond belief, and sometimes even a bit gruesome in it's depiction. You spot a vase with the depiction of a pack of wolves devouring a half wolf-man with a party hat on his head. You can only assume that one was custom made. Lining the shelves are assorted animal skulls painted the colors of the rainbow, and from the looks of it they're real. The Chandeliers look like they have... Monkeys? Hanging from the chandeliers are Capuchin monkeys, sitting around and obsessionally yawning. Maybe it was past their bed time...
The music was odd as well, something you've never heard before. Not bad, but also rather odd.
However the weird feeling went past the decor, and the music, and the oddly shaped dishes. You dismiss it, as you don't notice anything out of the ordinary, but it continues to nag at you the longer you stand there alone with a glass of champagne in your hand.
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Vote Time!
[] Conversation with people (Eww)
[] Starting drama between people (OoOooh)
[] Starting your own drama (Ohhh....)
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It's not two weeks worth of great, but it's progress. As I mentioned this quest has been way slower going than I had hoped. So hopefully I can be like one of those annoying QM's who update faster than I can read their updates, and by the time I get to the last point I stopped at they're 30 updates farther... *Grumbles*
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LucidProp
Pocky Eating MafiaDoka
What
[X] Reflection (Mirror Night) - V.K.
[X] Conversation with people (Eww)
Instrumentals, yay!
Also, here's your round of love Nightingale . (ｏ・_・)ノ
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Sendicard
Writer of Sakura
- Location
- New Mexico, USA
- Pronouns
- YouPick
You're gonna buy me arts and crafts shit? Man I don't have any art classes, but I appreciate the attempts to drive me to improve on my artistic weaknesses.
This is what it means to have a good neighbor everyone!
Nightingale
Lord Tickle-Toes
- Location
- Beyond the Sea
Thank you, thank you. Hope you enjoyed tee update, the next ones on sendi. Also "him" or "delicious friend" works for me as a pronoun.
No I'm gonna put wet paper all over you when you're drugged. The glue is actually unrelated.