Phoenix is looking for illegal activities on the cameras.
Ghost is with Oscar.
*Sorry about the (really long) wait.*
Phoenix sees all sorts of shady business going on around Konton with these cameras: A burglary in City 39, some sort of gang fight in 62, some teenagers breaking windows with rocks in 94, the list goes on. Basically, there's a whole lot of bad stuff going on in Konton from what you can see.
While Phoenix is surfing the cameras, there is a small knock on the door of his office.
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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)
A few minutes or so after Worship's encounter with Spark, they feel a dull pain across their non-replaced arm. It feels as if some echo of past pain is being felt: A muted version of the pain of having an arm chopped off by a sword. After a few seconds, the pain completely subsides, as if it had never happened...
A deep clicking sound echoes softly within Worship's mind for but a moment, more like remembering the sound than actually hearing it.
She lets out a chirp noise as she trys to figure out what this means, rubbing the joint of her arm
Phoenix is looking for illegal activities on the cameras.
Ghost is with Oscar.
*Sorry about the (really long) wait.*
Phoenix sees all sorts of shady business going on around Konton with these cameras: A burglary in City 39, some sort of gang fight in 62, some teenagers breaking windows with rocks in 94, the list goes on. Basically, there's a whole lot of bad stuff going on in Konton from what you can see.
While Phoenix is surfing the cameras, there is a small knock on the door of his office.
*All good*
"Jesus." he mumbles. Then at the knock he turns and says, "Come in!"
Phoenix is looking for illegal activities on the cameras.
Ghost is with Oscar.
*Sorry about the (really long) wait.*
Phoenix sees all sorts of shady business going on around Konton with these cameras: A burglary in City 39, some sort of gang fight in 62, some teenagers breaking windows with rocks in 94, the list goes on. Basically, there's a whole lot of bad stuff going on in Konton from what you can see.
While Phoenix is surfing the cameras, there is a small knock on the door of his office.
*All good*
"Jesus." he mumbles. Then at the knock he turns and says, "Come in!"
The door slowly opens as another robot walks in. They nervously fidget with a small box in their hands as they look around.
"-Umm... Hi. I'm... newly assigned to your squadron. And, well... to Hyde Co. as a whole." A few seconds of awkward silence. "-Well, I... just came to deliver a package, so... I'll just set it down here. Wow, normally I don't talk this much. Normally my throat would kinda hurt... Well... bye."
The timid robot leaves the same way the entered, quietly closing the door behind them.
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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)
Deep beneath the main Hyde Co. building, something is stirring...
"I gave you one job, gave you life to fulfill ONE purpose, and yet you find a way to disappoint me."
"-Doctor... not... pleased?"
"No, Doctor is not pleased. You're lucky I'm not decommissioning you for parts this instant."
"..."
"I shall give you ONE additional chance to prove yourself. You will be sent back to their 'Lair', and your task is to kill this... Yvonne. If you return to me empty handed once more, you will be killed. Do you understand?"
"..."
"Do you understand?!"
"... yes..."
"Good. But first, let us give your sister a chance to do the thing you failed so miserably to accomplish... Ukhu, are you prepared?"
"Yes, Doctor."
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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)
Phoenix is looking for illegal activities on the cameras.
Ghost is with Oscar.
*Sorry about the (really long) wait.*
Phoenix sees all sorts of shady business going on around Konton with these cameras: A burglary in City 39, some sort of gang fight in 62, some teenagers breaking windows with rocks in 94, the list goes on. Basically, there's a whole lot of bad stuff going on in Konton from what you can see.
While Phoenix is surfing the cameras, there is a small knock on the door of his office.
*All good*
"Jesus." he mumbles. Then at the knock he turns and says, "Come in!"
The door slowly opens as another robot walks in. They nervously fidget with a small box in their hands as they look around.
"-Umm... Hi. I'm... newly assigned to your squadron. And, well... to Hyde Co. as a whole." A few seconds of awkward silence. "-Well, I... just came to deliver a package, so... I'll just set it down here. Wow, normally I don't talk this much. Normally my throat would kinda hurt... Well... bye."
The timid robot leaves the same way the entered, quietly closing the door behind them.
The package starts to shake, and a chirping sound comes from 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)
Worship is laying on the rooftops, far out of sight of anyone on the ground. Broken notes come from her, a song that seems stitched together. Her normally orange eyes are dark, as if the actual robot is powered off beyond being used to produce notes. Her chest cavity is pried open, tendrils of an odd flesh substance snaking out, snatching tools and scrap metal out of discarded boxes and forgotten tool bags
Worship is laying on the rooftops, far out of sight of anyone on the ground. Broken notes come from her, a song that seems stitched together. Her normally orange eyes are dark, as if the actual robot is powered off beyond being used to produce notes. Her chest cavity is pried open, tendrils of an odd flesh substance snaking out, snatching tools and scrap metal out of discarded boxes and forgotten tool bags
As Worship(?) continues to consume the metal, they see a large truck park in front of a supermarket-like building. Two robots get out of the truck, and begin moving boxes of something into the building. For whatever reason, the cargo feels... familiar?
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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)
Worship is laying on the rooftops, far out of sight of anyone on the ground. Broken notes come from her, a song that seems stitched together. Her normally orange eyes are dark, as if the actual robot is powered off beyond being used to produce notes. Her chest cavity is pried open, tendrils of an odd flesh substance snaking out, snatching tools and scrap metal out of discarded boxes and forgotten tool bags
As Worship(?) continues to consume the metal, they see a large truck park in front of a supermarket-like building. Two robots get out of the truck, and begin moving boxes of something into the building. For whatever reason, the cargo feels... familiar?
*Sorry for late reply, missed this on accident*
The tendrils pull back into her, shutting and sealing her chasis as her eyes light back up, looking towards the truck. She hops down from the building, starting to walk towards the cargo
Worship is laying on the rooftops, far out of sight of anyone on the ground. Broken notes come from her, a song that seems stitched together. Her normally orange eyes are dark, as if the actual robot is powered off beyond being used to produce notes. Her chest cavity is pried open, tendrils of an odd flesh substance snaking out, snatching tools and scrap metal out of discarded boxes and forgotten tool bags
As Worship(?) continues to consume the metal, they see a large truck park in front of a supermarket-like building. Two robots get out of the truck, and begin moving boxes of something into the building. For whatever reason, the cargo feels... familiar?
*Sorry for late reply, missed this on accident*
The tendrils pull back into her, shutting and sealing her chasis as her eyes light back up, looking towards the truck. She hops down from the building, starting to walk towards the cargo
The robot workers notice you, but don't say anything as they continue to load boxes into the freezer room of the store. On the side of each of these boxes reads the following:
'RawHyde: Sustainable Meat & Poultry Products'
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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)
Worship is laying on the rooftops, far out of sight of anyone on the ground. Broken notes come from her, a song that seems stitched together. Her normally orange eyes are dark, as if the actual robot is powered off beyond being used to produce notes. Her chest cavity is pried open, tendrils of an odd flesh substance snaking out, snatching tools and scrap metal out of discarded boxes and forgotten tool bags
As Worship(?) continues to consume the metal, they see a large truck park in front of a supermarket-like building. Two robots get out of the truck, and begin moving boxes of something into the building. For whatever reason, the cargo feels... familiar?
*Sorry for late reply, missed this on accident*
The tendrils pull back into her, shutting and sealing her chasis as her eyes light back up, looking towards the truck. She hops down from the building, starting to walk towards the cargo
The robot workers notice you, but don't say anything as they continue to load boxes into the freezer room of the store. On the side of each of these boxes reads the following:
'RawHyde: Sustainable Meat & Poultry Products'
She looks at the box for a few moments, before opening it to see whats inside, not really looking at any of the robots, and its hard to tell if she even knows of any tendrils, as everything is hidden
Worship is laying on the rooftops, far out of sight of anyone on the ground. Broken notes come from her, a song that seems stitched together. Her normally orange eyes are dark, as if the actual robot is powered off beyond being used to produce notes. Her chest cavity is pried open, tendrils of an odd flesh substance snaking out, snatching tools and scrap metal out of discarded boxes and forgotten tool bags
As Worship(?) continues to consume the metal, they see a large truck park in front of a supermarket-like building. Two robots get out of the truck, and begin moving boxes of something into the building. For whatever reason, the cargo feels... familiar?
*Sorry for late reply, missed this on accident*
The tendrils pull back into her, shutting and sealing her chasis as her eyes light back up, looking towards the truck. She hops down from the building, starting to walk towards the cargo
The robot workers notice you, but don't say anything as they continue to load boxes into the freezer room of the store. On the side of each of these boxes reads the following:
'RawHyde: Sustainable Meat & Poultry Products'
She looks at the box for a few moments, before opening it to see whats inside, not really looking at any of the robots, and its hard to tell if she even knows of any tendrils, as everything is hidden
Inside of the box you opened are several plastic-wrapped packages of meat, seemingly from various creatures, and a few cartons of eggs. However, all of it feels... odd.
One of the robot workers notices you. "-Hey! You there! Set down the package!"
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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)
*Sorry about the (really long) wait.*
Phoenix sees all sorts of shady business going on around Konton with these cameras: A burglary in City 39, some sort of gang fight in 62, some teenagers breaking windows with rocks in 94, the list goes on. Basically, there's a whole lot of bad stuff going on in Konton from what you can see.
While Phoenix is surfing the cameras, there is a small knock on the door of his office.
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)
She lets out a chirp noise as she trys to figure out what this means, rubbing the joint of her arm
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Spark (and rune I assume) continue on their trip to starhoppers
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
Rune makes a small, indistinguishable noise, occasionally teleporting, and avoiding water
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
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Spark seems to grow a lot more nervous around him.
"You can warp?"
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
*morning*
Worship is walking the street, out on the edge. Its mostly empty
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*All good*
"Jesus." he mumbles. Then at the knock he turns and says, "Come in!"
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The door slowly opens as another robot walks in. They nervously fidget with a small box in their hands as they look around.
"-Umm... Hi. I'm... newly assigned to your squadron. And, well... to Hyde Co. as a whole." A few seconds of awkward silence. "-Well, I... just came to deliver a package, so... I'll just set it down here. Wow, normally I don't talk this much. Normally my throat would kinda hurt... Well... bye."
The timid robot leaves the same way the entered, quietly closing the door behind them.
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)
Deep beneath the main Hyde Co. building, something is stirring...
"I gave you one job, gave you life to fulfill ONE purpose, and yet you find a way to disappoint me."
"-Doctor... not... pleased?"
"No, Doctor is not pleased. You're lucky I'm not decommissioning you for parts this instant."
"..."
"I shall give you ONE additional chance to prove yourself. You will be sent back to their 'Lair', and your task is to kill this... Yvonne. If you return to me empty handed once more, you will be killed. Do you understand?"
"..."
"Do you understand?!"
"... yes..."
"Good. But first, let us give your sister a chance to do the thing you failed so miserably to accomplish... Ukhu, are you prepared?"
"Yes, Doctor."
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)
Spark (and rune) continue on their trip to starhoppers
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
The package starts to shake, and a chirping sound comes from 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)
Worship is laying on the rooftops, far out of sight of anyone on the ground. Broken notes come from her, a song that seems stitched together. Her normally orange eyes are dark, as if the actual robot is powered off beyond being used to produce notes. Her chest cavity is pried open, tendrils of an odd flesh substance snaking out, snatching tools and scrap metal out of discarded boxes and forgotten tool bags
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
As Worship(?) continues to consume the metal, they see a large truck park in front of a supermarket-like building. Two robots get out of the truck, and begin moving boxes of something into the building. For whatever reason, the cargo feels... familiar?
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)
*Sorry for late reply, missed this on accident*
The tendrils pull back into her, shutting and sealing her chasis as her eyes light back up, looking towards the truck. She hops down from the building, starting to walk towards the cargo
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
The robot workers notice you, but don't say anything as they continue to load boxes into the freezer room of the store. On the side of each of these boxes reads the following:
'RawHyde: Sustainable Meat & Poultry Products'
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)
She looks at the box for a few moments, before opening it to see whats inside, not really looking at any of the robots, and its hard to tell if she even knows of any tendrils, as everything is hidden
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Spark (and rune) continue on their trip to starhoppers.
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
*Sorry for the wait*
The two of you see an old-looking kenku looking around outside of an alleyway.
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)
Inside of the box you opened are several plastic-wrapped packages of meat, seemingly from various creatures, and a few cartons of eggs. However, all of it feels... odd.
One of the robot workers notices you. "-Hey! You there! Set down the package!"
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)
“Howdy”
Spark waves
His other hand hovers near his revolver
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here