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Age of Iron - Reboot

Interested, but would prefer to see an OOC first before declaring myself sworn to this.

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@Ace of flames01 Ahhh got you now, that's clearer :) And he wasn't attacked, that was twitter trolling from preteen fangirls who weren't there. Essentially it was so packed it was dangerous, when he tried to crowd surf it was so pressed together that people couldn't lift their arms up to hold him. And then when he started to go down the people who could lift their arms tried to push him back up, thus his top was ripped. Nobody attacked him, they just shouldn't have put them on a smaller stage. They were main stage worthy without a doubt and it was a dangerous crush of people. I lost count of the number of people who went down and needed carrying out.

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@Ace of flames01 I'm not going to have a damn clue xD Though, for my own knowledge, the post ends on talking about doing something original, for the most part every single one Jack has sung is original. I really haven't quoted many lyrics at all. Oh, and kudos on the Twenty One Pilots, I saw 'em at Reading. They were awesome :P

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@Ace of flames01 I fan the flames of competition :P And I recognised the song, not from my own personal taste though, heard my brother playing it and singing it very badly a number of times. I needed him to tell me who it was

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Posted, so I am still around!

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A prince in the tower

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Where: The Party
Who: Sophie Blackthorn, @Ace of flames01

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Jack could see her now, and as they twirled and jabbed in their melodic duel, Jack found himself more and more enthralled by the game. He had caught her again, on the edge of his dance floor domain, and her reversing hadn't stopped there. Towards the water she walked, though he doubted she was intending to stop for a dip. As her voice echoed across the sand, he finally understood her motivations, and he was regaled with the words of Wine Red, a song he had not expected, but found did not entirely disagree with the beat he was letting play. A chuckle and a grand round of applause was his way of demonstrating his appreciation for the move. But now it was his turn again. She seemed to be refusing his invitation up so far, but he was not beaten, and he would not back down without fighting his corner to the last. Running fingers over switches and turning down dials he let the tune play out again. Leaving the entire beach feeling somewhat desolate, after the warmth of the permanent beat.

Playing the first layer, he heard the soft melody of a guitar hum across the people. The dancing had slowed now, and people who were awaiting something new turned to watch as he carefully played the deck. Meanwhile some of the less enthusiastic dancers were filing away to continue socialising, now that there was a possibility to be close to the dance floor and not trampled. Jack didn't blame them, if he could have his way he'd be down there now, but then again, he never would be in the position he was. And never have caught the girl attention. As the guitar played, Jack then added some drums, softer than before they added to the melody. Speeding the tempo and getting some people swaying and the odd dance here or there. Jack leant into the mic, and looked directly at the girl as he sang.

"I said you were in a storm, now you've got a reprieve, and I don't want to cut you lose, in fact I want to reel you in." He smiled and dragged the tune into a long whine, letting it build. As it built, he sang quicker, letting his voice meld with the song and smiling as some of the dancers wound themselves up to go again. "You called me Prince, I think that makes me royalty, however I do believe you are forgetting you are really quite something to see. It wouldn't be a crime, not a sin, not a travesty, to have you up here keeping me company." Sampling from the sounds he had stored on his laptop he created another layer to go over the track, the sound of a clap, one swiftly taken up by the crowd again. "I'm a bird with his wings clipped, I struggle to fly. And now you're staying just out of reach and I don't know why. I don't bite, and I know you'd have fun, just come up and take your place, come be the one." On the final word Jack flipped a switch and the track changed, the long note broken into a beat that matched the clap. Before switching on the last sound Jack had been working on, which added a new melody, causing the beat to become the base of the track. People danced, and the speakers pulsed. But all Jack could do was look at the girl, as he stood and pointed at a spot next to him. A cheeky grin dancing across his lips with each moment passing.

The song was quieter than the last one, and by checking some of the systems, he was to angle most of the sound away from his booth. Even allowing Jack to hear the crinkle of plastic as he drew another sunflower seed from the packet he had. Depositing it in his mouth, he chewed absentmindedly. The competition was probably flirting, of sorts, Jack realised, but in reality what it was to him was fun. He loved to DJ, it was his lifeblood, but the party was not to see him, it was to party. And as such he wasn't working with a crowd he was used to, making the experience a little more boring than he had hoped. She was something fresh, and seemed to demand his attentions. He would not disappoint.

Age of Iron

I'd be tempted to join, but would want to see the main thread first before saying definitely interested.

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Dropping those dirty rhymes gurlllllll, let's see you keep up in this war!

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A verbal raposte

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Where: The Party
Who: Entire crowd, Sophie Blackthorn is the main subject though @Ace of flames01

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Jack almost laughed with delight as she replied, her voice hanging in the air and rolling into his ears softly. As she sang, Jack let his mind wander from the music he was playing, and instead he imagined her own tune, something seemingly only the pair of them was sharing now, despite being surrounded by the crowd. Jack had thrown down the gauntlet, and she had stepped up to meet him, and then exceed him. He would be damned before he ever let himself be outdone in a competition that he had started. But, before he could begin a response, she started to back away. He wanted to follow, wanted to chase after her into the night to continue their fun. But he was stuck. He was working and couldn't leave his station unless he wanted to risk the wrath of his employers and the cancellation of the large sum of money into his bank account. Thinking on his feet, he smirked, putting his headphones on he started lining up tracks and changes.

This was not part of his set, it had never been part of his plan, and so he needed to work on what he already knew and play the sampling by ear. Letting the track playing run down, he had another song in one ear, and a third in his other. His brain was working automatically to line up the next two sounds and decide how best to transition them. Settling on his beginning, he started, turning the current track down as he spoke.

"We're going to have some fun tonight." He said, leaning into the mic. "Are you ready?" By way of response, the crowd cheered and whooped as a mob, many jumping up and down and still dancing despite the fact the music was non-existent. Jack smiled and started to clap, hands above his head, and in doing so nodded when people started to join him. The calp was taken up by the crowd on the beach, and then the one on the patio, and even by some of the people at drink tents and near the bonfire. "One." Jack nudged his deck, checking settings and once again wishing he had lights. "Two." Jack laughed as he stopped clapping, but the others continued. Bless, they were like inebriated little lemmings. "One, two, three, go!" With that, Jack dropped the bass. A cacophony of noise erupted from the speakers, drowning out the sound of clapping, which ceased just as quickly as people alternated back to wild dancing. An electronic symphony of EDM and bass pulsed over the people and Jack swore he could feel the sand shaking, however he could not keep this up forever. Firstly, he was certain the girl from earlier would not return if she had to do so fighting to keep her ear drums intact, but also, he wanted to quip back.

Lining up transitions, Jack alternated the beat, cutting out every other beat, halving the speed immediately, yet still keeping people in time. Notes made way again now, as Jack's fingers danced over the deck. This time some were dragged out and others were shortened more. Turning the track from harder EDM into lighter house. People's dancing was less erratic and he saw grins at the chance for some respite from wild swinging. Jack chose this moment to make his reply.

"Let me say it now, whilst I've got your attention. Every storm has an eye, and this is no different. So fly little birdie, do not delay. I'd hate to think that I was forcing you to stay." The lyrics were flowing from him, and Jack closed his eyes, listening to the beat of the track to start again. "Yet, do not believe that my being a gentleman, is really a sign I cannot chase after you hun'. I'm just trapped and inviting you up to me, the view from this cage is really quite something to see." As Jack finished singing, he gave an enormous grin, at the very least she had to have gotten the message. There wasn't a place on the beach that anybody could hide from his voice over the speakers.

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@Polybius That's absolutely fine, one thing I will say then is that until there are clans I can't do my lands or holdings because I need those clans to exist for me to be there.