He goes to sit down again.... and gets it this time!
Yvonne looks proud. "There you go! Now, let's get to the advanced stuff." Yvonne walks over to one of the walls, and starts climbing it. "Now, you try."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He slowly get every leg on the wall, taking the tiniest possible steps upward.
He's now pretty much standing up on the wall. Yvonne gives an approving nod.
He shuffles his way up to where she is.
Yvonne smiles. "You're doing good! Now...." She climbs up onto the ceiling. "Let's try it again."
He groans, full of despair, then slowly makes his way to the ceiling, raising a leg up to it, then slipping and falling all the way to the ground with a "OH [1GP}"
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He slowly get every leg on the wall, taking the tiniest possible steps upward.
He's now pretty much standing up on the wall. Yvonne gives an approving nod.
He shuffles his way up to where she is.
Yvonne smiles. "You're doing good! Now...." She climbs up onto the ceiling. "Let's try it again."
He groans, full of despair, then slowly makes his way to the ceiling, raising a leg up to it, then slipping and falling all the way to the ground with a "OH [1GP}"
Before he hits the ground, something catches him. Yvonne is still on the ceiling, looking a little surprised. A long cord of silk suspends you from your abdomen a foot above the floor.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He slowly get every leg on the wall, taking the tiniest possible steps upward.
He's now pretty much standing up on the wall. Yvonne gives an approving nod.
He shuffles his way up to where she is.
Yvonne smiles. "You're doing good! Now...." She climbs up onto the ceiling. "Let's try it again."
He groans, full of despair, then slowly makes his way to the ceiling, raising a leg up to it, then slipping and falling all the way to the ground with a "OH [1GP}"
Before he hits the ground, something catches him. Yvonne is still on the ceiling, looking a little surprised. A long cord of silk suspends you from your abdomen a foot above the floor.
"AHH" He still thinks he's falling.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
He slowly get every leg on the wall, taking the tiniest possible steps upward.
He's now pretty much standing up on the wall. Yvonne gives an approving nod.
He shuffles his way up to where she is.
Yvonne smiles. "You're doing good! Now...." She climbs up onto the ceiling. "Let's try it again."
He groans, full of despair, then slowly makes his way to the ceiling, raising a leg up to it, then slipping and falling all the way to the ground with a "OH [1GP}"
Before he hits the ground, something catches him. Yvonne is still on the ceiling, looking a little surprised. A long cord of silk suspends you from your abdomen a foot above the floor.
"AHH" He still thinks he's falling.
Yvonne can't help but chuckle. "You're not falling anymore. Look up."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He slowly get every leg on the wall, taking the tiniest possible steps upward.
He's now pretty much standing up on the wall. Yvonne gives an approving nod.
He shuffles his way up to where she is.
Yvonne smiles. "You're doing good! Now...." She climbs up onto the ceiling. "Let's try it again."
He groans, full of despair, then slowly makes his way to the ceiling, raising a leg up to it, then slipping and falling all the way to the ground with a "OH [1GP}"
Before he hits the ground, something catches him. Yvonne is still on the ceiling, looking a little surprised. A long cord of silk suspends you from your abdomen a foot above the floor.
"AHH" He still thinks he's falling.
Yvonne can't help but chuckle. "You're not falling anymore. Look up."
"Ahhh- huh?" He looked up. "Oh.... how do I get down? or up? or anywhere?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
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He takes a deep breath and tries again, he actually got it most of the way, but.....-faceplants-
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I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Yvonne grabs his shirt again before he faceplants, and pulls him back up. "You almost got it!"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"You can do this. One leg at a time."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He goes to sit down again.... and gets it this time!
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Yvonne looks proud. "There you go! Now, let's get to the advanced stuff." Yvonne walks over to one of the walls, and starts climbing it. "Now, you try."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He watches, getting a slightly hopeless look on his face. "wat?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"It's a lot easier than it looks. Pretty much, you just walk up the wall."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He walks over to the wall and hesitantly raises a leg to it.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Fascinatingly enough, it sticks.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He raises another leg to the wall.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Again, it sticks. Yvonne is watching from above. "You got this."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He slowly get every leg on the wall, taking the tiniest possible steps upward.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
He's now pretty much standing up on the wall. Yvonne gives an approving nod.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He shuffles his way up to where she is.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Yvonne smiles. "You're doing good! Now...." She climbs up onto the ceiling. "Let's try it again."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He groans, full of despair, then slowly makes his way to the ceiling, raising a leg up to it, then slipping and falling all the way to the ground with a "OH [1GP}"
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Before he hits the ground, something catches him. Yvonne is still on the ceiling, looking a little surprised. A long cord of silk suspends you from your abdomen a foot above the floor.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"AHH" He still thinks he's falling.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Yvonne can't help but chuckle. "You're not falling anymore. Look up."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Ahhh- huh?" He looked up. "Oh.... how do I get down? or up? or anywhere?"
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.