get your gun {open, guitars} and let's see what it does.

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  • IdleIdol


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 400px;]So...Painting, huh? Welp, the splatters of paint on guitars, making a sort of minimalist artistic splotch on the instruments, proved that Idol wasn't one who usually painted. The creature was trying out so many instruments lately, and he was trying to strum a few strings on the guitar, a few others laying around next to a poorly scribbled sign that said "Take one". Free guitars, ladies, gents, and others.




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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; text-transform: lowercase; color: white; font-size=8pt][justify] Matthias walked up, interested. he never really tried playing instruments, as he was a scientist. but, ey, why not? He walked up to the creature, dipping his head. [b]“may I?”
    he asked, trying to be polite. He usually didn't talk to many people, and when he did he realized that he was kind of rude. For this reason, many people avoided him. Although, not that it really mattered to him. He was fine without friends, but he had decided that he might need some now and then.


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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; height: auto;][hr][justify][font=arial][size=8]Mary would strum the strings, frowning. A guitar... she couldn't make very good use out of a guitar, but she smiled nonetheless, taking a step back from the instruments.
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  • IdleIdol


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 400px;]Idol giggled softly at Mary, telling her that she did a very good job when she was playing the instrument. "Very nice, Mary. And...of course sir. Feel free." The last part of that was pointed towards Matthias, obviously. Seeing as Mary wasn't a male.




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    ☆☆☆ -- Wow!!!! These things, smelled really cool!!!!!!!!! Runt ran over, obviously very excited, and he rammed his head up against one of the guitars, barking curiously.


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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 375px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]Muffet did not care so much for making music as she did listening to it and the guitar was no exception. She would watch a musician strum away for hours with no interest of doing so herself, it was simply the way she was. That being said, the ebony girl had no intention of taking one for herself. While it was a nifty piece of furniture, it wouldn't go well with the general theme of her parlour.


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  • [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 700px]As she heard the strumming of a guitar, her eyes lit up. "Oh, * yes," Suiteheart exclaimed, hurrying over. A wide smile had plastered its way across her lips. There was nothing she loved more than instruments and music. She could recall days when she'd lived in the city where she'd sneak into clubs to hear humans sing and play. Those were some of her fondest memories.


    The white feline grabbed at one of the guitars. Her joy was easily seen, and she hoped she didn't seem overly excited. Actually, she didn't care. She was in her element. And she was genuinely happy. "Damn, these are great, Idle," she whispered, strumming away with much ease. It was a rock kind of tune - one she'd heard many times in the city. Her blue eyes glowed in happiness. This was so *ing cool.

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    *Ah, a guitar. One of the instruments he learned to play over the repeated years, along with the piano and trombone, as well as the kazoo. Best part was, even if the timelines happened so long ago, that didn't mean the muscle memory wore off. Sans picked up one of the string instruments, plucking a few strings, tuning it, then experimenting with it some more. After deciding it was fully tuned, he gave a small strum of the guitar, then began to play a slow tune. "i like it, kid. you, uh, sure you're giving these out?"
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  • [sup]Wingdin came over, lured by the sound of music, and sat for a moment to listen to Sans play. Then Ru caught his attention and the kitten bounced over, after a quick nuzzle to Sans's side, to play with the puppy.


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  • IdleIdol


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 400px;]Idol smiled towards the others as they showed up, making a "mmhmm" sound towards Sans as if to further emphasize that he was giving all the guitars on the ground away. He smiled towards Wingdin, oh that was so adorably sweet.




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    Music... To Arty, music wasn't just a bunch of instruments playing together to create a fancy tune. Music to her... Is a work of art. It doesn't leave your la signature when you sway your bow side to side or banging on the pianos... No... To Arty... Music was her home. "Cool guitar. I have a piano and a violin back at my hut."

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    The demon heard the sounds of pisspoor music nearby, and he was tempted to go toward the sounds of the horrible music as well. It sounded like someone who didn't know how to play instruments was playing instruments, and frankly, it sounded pretty horrible to HTTP. But his favorite thing in the world was horrible music, ironically, so he padded over to the scene and took a guitar. "Hell, these things are weird," He commented, trying to pluck one of the strings.
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  • [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 700px]"You play much?" she asked Sans, a smile lighting up her features as she tuned the guitar. She'd watched him do the same and figured he must have some experience. Otherwise, he wouldn't have done it, right? She thought that must be the case as she played a few notes. Her smile only grew. Tuned to perfection.


    Suiteheart cast her eyes upon Artemis. She played the piano and violin? Nice! She knew a little piano but not as much as she knew the guitar. She'd always promised herself she'd learn but had never gotten around to doing so. "You play a lot of classical music?"


    The white feline then turned to HTTP, smirking at his comment. He always had some kind of blunt knowledge or opinion to share. [b]"You know how to play?"

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    *"i, uh... yeah. guess you could say that." He replied, trying to make it smooth and ignore the small wince. Timelines were kind of a touchy subject for him. With a short hum, he played another tune on the instrument, this one much faster, then nodded to himself. "well, then, i'm keeping it. hopefully metta wont mind..." Sans seemed to inwardly frown, his nonexistent eyebrows knit, though his smile was still clearly there. Then he gave a small shrug, and continued the song, closing his eyes.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; text-transform: lowercase; color: white; font-size=8pt][justify] Matthias tried using his claws to strum the strings, but a god-awful sound bounced off the walls as a result. wincing, he apologized and tried again, this time, without sheathing his claws. it didn't sound good, but at least it didn't sound worse. Matthias didn't see how it could even get worse, although he snapped back at himself in the fact that scientifically, things could always get worse. and he was right. and, things definitely [i]did
    get worse. as a strong broke, it made a horrible sound, and wouldn't make anymore sounds, for that matter. he sighed in frustration. maybe he should stick to science.


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