As you and the man with the book cruise around on the sweeper's back, it eventually leaves the abandoned district, and heads into a much more lively city.
The sidewalks are crowded with people, and the streets are constantly buzzing with traffic. Numerous neon signs hang from every available surface, and the buildings themselves are made of concrete and smooth steel plating. The roads are not bare asphalt, but painted with intricate patterns and stunning mosaics. Welcome to City 74: The Prismatic District.
But the street sweeper continues through this, towards a tower of twisting steel that looms in the distance. The Hyde Co. logo is proudly displayed at the skyscraper's top.
Fodel somehow now has a prismatic shield around him
As you and the man with the book cruise around on the sweeper's back, it eventually leaves the abandoned district, and heads into a much more lively city.
The sidewalks are crowded with people, and the streets are constantly buzzing with traffic. Numerous neon signs hang from every available surface, and the buildings themselves are made of concrete and smooth steel plating. The roads are not bare asphalt, but painted with intricate patterns and stunning mosaics. Welcome to City 74: The Prismatic District.
But the street sweeper continues through this, towards a tower of twisting steel that looms in the distance. The Hyde Co. logo is proudly displayed at the skyscraper's top.
The leonin stands there with his arms crossed, simply waiting.
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The elevator comes to a screeching halt. "Welp, here we are."
O'lean opens the elevator doors, and reveals a room that looks like a survival bunker out of a video game. A shelf along the back wall is full of all sorts of weapons, and crude-cut steel beams lattice across the cieling. In the back corner is a table that looks like it's used for repairs, and a cork board covered in red thread and photos of various locations. No one else seems to be in there are the moment.
"Welcome, to Gunrunner's Getaway."
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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)
As you and the man with the book cruise around on the sweeper's back, it eventually leaves the abandoned district, and heads into a much more lively city.
The sidewalks are crowded with people, and the streets are constantly buzzing with traffic. Numerous neon signs hang from every available surface, and the buildings themselves are made of concrete and smooth steel plating. The roads are not bare asphalt, but painted with intricate patterns and stunning mosaics. Welcome to City 74: The Prismatic District.
But the street sweeper continues through this, towards a tower of twisting steel that looms in the distance. The Hyde Co. logo is proudly displayed at the skyscraper's top.
The leonin stands there with his arms crossed, simply waiting.
Fodel has what looks like a prismatic shield around him
The elevator comes to a screeching halt. "Welp, here we are."
O'lean opens the elevator doors, and reveals a room that looks like a survival bunker out of a video game. A shelf along the back wall is full of all sorts of weapons, and crude-cut steel beams lattice across the cieling. In the back corner is a table that looks like it's used for repairs, and a cork board covered in red thread and photos of various locations. No one else seems to be in there are the moment.
Up on a stone building not too far away, a stone gargoyle opens its eyes. A weird purple light shines from the slits between its heavy eyelids, and it stretches its wings with a low, long scrape of stone on stone. Rising from the building, it laboriously flaps its wings as it flies down towards the streets below, searching for signs of life.
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The elevator comes to a screeching halt. "Welp, here we are."
O'lean opens the elevator doors, and reveals a room that looks like a survival bunker out of a video game. A shelf along the back wall is full of all sorts of weapons, and crude-cut steel beams lattice across the cieling. In the back corner is a table that looks like it's used for repairs, and a cork board covered in red thread and photos of various locations. No one else seems to be in there are the moment.
"Welcome, to Gunrunner's Getaway."
Phoenix whistles. "Now this is my place."
"Just wait till you meet the rest of the crew. I imagine you'd get along nicely." O'Lean picks up a wrench, twirling it in his hand. "Now, you needed a flamethrower fixed?"
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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)
As you and the man with the book cruise around on the sweeper's back, it eventually leaves the abandoned district, and heads into a much more lively city.
The sidewalks are crowded with people, and the streets are constantly buzzing with traffic. Numerous neon signs hang from every available surface, and the buildings themselves are made of concrete and smooth steel plating. The roads are not bare asphalt, but painted with intricate patterns and stunning mosaics. Welcome to City 74: The Prismatic District.
But the street sweeper continues through this, towards a tower of twisting steel that looms in the distance. The Hyde Co. logo is proudly displayed at the skyscraper's top.
The leonin stands there with his arms crossed, simply waiting.
The sweeper continues towards the building, which seems to grow more imposing as you approach it. Eventually, you see a chain-link fence with razor wire across its top, spanning the entirety of a large perimeter around the building. A sort of gatehouse lies just ahead, with another robot inside.
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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)
The elevator comes to a screeching halt. "Welp, here we are."
O'lean opens the elevator doors, and reveals a room that looks like a survival bunker out of a video game. A shelf along the back wall is full of all sorts of weapons, and crude-cut steel beams lattice across the cieling. In the back corner is a table that looks like it's used for repairs, and a cork board covered in red thread and photos of various locations. No one else seems to be in there are the moment.
"Welcome, to Gunrunner's Getaway."
Phoenix whistles. "Now this is my place."
"Just wait till you meet the rest of the crew. I imagine you'd get along nicely." O'Lean picks up a wrench, twirling it in his hand. "Now, you needed a flamethrower fixed?"
"Yep." Phoenix take off his wrist flamethrower and shows it to him.
The elevator comes to a screeching halt. "Welp, here we are."
O'lean opens the elevator doors, and reveals a room that looks like a survival bunker out of a video game. A shelf along the back wall is full of all sorts of weapons, and crude-cut steel beams lattice across the cieling. In the back corner is a table that looks like it's used for repairs, and a cork board covered in red thread and photos of various locations. No one else seems to be in there are the moment.
"Welcome, to Gunrunner's Getaway."
Phoenix whistles. "Now this is my place."
"Just wait till you meet the rest of the crew. I imagine you'd get along nicely." O'Lean picks up a wrench, twirling it in his hand. "Now, you needed a flamethrower fixed?"
"Yep." Phoenix take off his wrist flamethrower and shows it to him.
O'Lean inspects the device. "Impressive. Did ya make this yourself?" He whips out a screwdriver and gets to work.
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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)
The elevator comes to a screeching halt. "Welp, here we are."
O'lean opens the elevator doors, and reveals a room that looks like a survival bunker out of a video game. A shelf along the back wall is full of all sorts of weapons, and crude-cut steel beams lattice across the cieling. In the back corner is a table that looks like it's used for repairs, and a cork board covered in red thread and photos of various locations. No one else seems to be in there are the moment.
"Welcome, to Gunrunner's Getaway."
Phoenix whistles. "Now this is my place."
"Just wait till you meet the rest of the crew. I imagine you'd get along nicely." O'Lean picks up a wrench, twirling it in his hand. "Now, you needed a flamethrower fixed?"
"Yep." Phoenix take off his wrist flamethrower and shows it to him.
O'Lean inspects the device. "Impressive. Did ya make this yourself?" He whips out a screwdriver and gets to work.
The gargoyle lands heavily in the street, looking around.
The sidewalks are crowded with people, and the streets are constantly buzzing with traffic. Numerous neon signs hang from every available surface, and the buildings themselves are made of concrete and smooth steel plating. The roads are not bare asphalt, but painted with intricate patterns and stunning mosaics. Welcome to City 74: The Prismatic District.
Speaking of all the people crowding the sidewalks, they seem a little startled, but not outright afraid.
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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)
The elevator comes to a screeching halt. "Welp, here we are."
O'lean opens the elevator doors, and reveals a room that looks like a survival bunker out of a video game. A shelf along the back wall is full of all sorts of weapons, and crude-cut steel beams lattice across the cieling. In the back corner is a table that looks like it's used for repairs, and a cork board covered in red thread and photos of various locations. No one else seems to be in there are the moment.
"Welcome, to Gunrunner's Getaway."
Phoenix whistles. "Now this is my place."
"Just wait till you meet the rest of the crew. I imagine you'd get along nicely." O'Lean picks up a wrench, twirling it in his hand. "Now, you needed a flamethrower fixed?"
"Yep." Phoenix take off his wrist flamethrower and shows it to him.
O'Lean inspects the device. "Impressive. Did ya make this yourself?" He whips out a screwdriver and gets to work.
"No. Its standard issue stuff."
"I see. Well, whoever your resistance is, they've got a good mechanic." O'Lean carefully works on refastening the bolts and screws.
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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)
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O'Lean sighs. "Yeah, we should be fine here." A short pause. "The name's O'Lean. Pleasure to meet ya." He holds out a hand.
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)
"Phoenix. Ghost Squad 5." he shakes O'Leans hand.
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Fodel somehow now has a prismatic shield around him
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"Ghost Squad, eh? You part of some de facto resistance?"
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)
"More or less."
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"Well, that make two of us, I suppose."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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"It'd be nice to work with ya."
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The leonin stands there with his arms crossed, simply waiting.
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The elevator comes to a screeching halt. "Welp, here we are."
O'lean opens the elevator doors, and reveals a room that looks like a survival bunker out of a video game. A shelf along the back wall is full of all sorts of weapons, and crude-cut steel beams lattice across the cieling. In the back corner is a table that looks like it's used for repairs, and a cork board covered in red thread and photos of various locations. No one else seems to be in there are the moment.
"Welcome, to Gunrunner's Getaway."
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)
Fodel has what looks like a prismatic shield around him
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Phoenix whistles. "Now this is my place."
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
Up on a stone building not too far away, a stone gargoyle opens its eyes. A weird purple light shines from the slits between its heavy eyelids, and it stretches its wings with a low, long scrape of stone on stone. Rising from the building, it laboriously flaps its wings as it flies down towards the streets below, searching for signs of life.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Just wait till you meet the rest of the crew. I imagine you'd get along nicely." O'Lean picks up a wrench, twirling it in his hand. "Now, you needed a flamethrower fixed?"
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)
The sweeper continues towards the building, which seems to grow more imposing as you approach it. Eventually, you see a chain-link fence with razor wire across its top, spanning the entirety of a large perimeter around the building. A sort of gatehouse lies just ahead, with another robot inside.
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)
"Yep." Phoenix take off his wrist flamethrower and shows it to him.
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
O'Lean inspects the device. "Impressive. Did ya make this yourself?" He whips out a screwdriver and gets to work.
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)
The gargoyle lands heavily in the street, looking around.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"No. Its standard issue stuff."
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
The sidewalks are crowded with people, and the streets are constantly buzzing with traffic. Numerous neon signs hang from every available surface, and the buildings themselves are made of concrete and smooth steel plating. The roads are not bare asphalt, but painted with intricate patterns and stunning mosaics. Welcome to City 74: The Prismatic District.
Speaking of all the people crowding the sidewalks, they seem a little startled, but not outright afraid.
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)
"I see. Well, whoever your resistance is, they've got a good mechanic." O'Lean carefully works on refastening the bolts and screws.
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)