A Young woman, standing 5'4, stands perplexed on the street. Her long black raven hair is loose and floats in the wind. Her pale skin is the color of porcelain and heavily bruised. Her icy blue eyes seem distant. She wears a beige sweater, black leggings, and no shoes. Her dainty feet are severely caked in dirt and bleeding a bit.
Across the street, you catch a glimpse of a neon sign on a window: "O'Loren's"
She wanders towards it, stumbling a bit.
It appears to be a convenience store of sorts, except for the fact that the open closet door leads into what looks like an elevator shaft. No one seems to be around.
She wanders in the sits in the back, violently shaking.
You hear some commotion going on down the elevator shaft. Something about an operation?
She stands up, pulling a dagger from her skirt's pocket and trying to hide the best she can (Stealth: 13 )
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
None of the guards stop Phoenix as he walks out, but he does overhear some talk between them.
"-I haven't seen that one before. Are they new?"
"-I heard they used the same process as 01..."
"-A new Commander? The Doctor must really like them..."
"-Glad to see you came around, kid."
As he's walking along the street and away from the Hyde Co. building, a few people glance his way. He can probably piece together that people are suspicious of this strange looking Hyde Co. robot.
Phoenix heads for O'Lorens.
It's a long walk, as you can imagine a little secret resistance wouldn't want to set up shop too close to the main headquarters of Hyde, but it only takes about a half hour. One odd thing you notice is that you aren't feeling the least bit tired from the walk.
The little neon sign on the window is a welcoming sight. Through the window, you can see O'Lean reading a magazine, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix walks inside and up to O'Lean. "O'Lean. It's me, Phoenix."
O'Lean has a mixed expression of fear and concern. "Phoenix? Oh gods, what have they done to you? Come, quick." He gets up and unlocks the elevator, gesturing towards you to head inside.
Phoenix walks inside the elevator.
The elevator ride down seems twice as long as it did before. O'Lean stands at the other side of the elevator, awkwardly silent.
"Sooo... what... happened?" O'Lean chooses his words very carefully, trying not to come off as insulting or uninterested.
"I tried to blow up the Hyde Co. building. i failed and they tazed me and I met the Doctor."
"Wow. You've got guts, kid. Er- I mean- *sigh*" O'Lean frowns. "I'm sorry you went through that. I'm gonna be honest: I don't think there's a way we can change you back anytime soon, but I- I'll try and help ya through this."
"Thanks. I need you to do something. Check my body for tracking devices."
"Uhh... okay. I mean, I- I understand." O'Lean starts searching, and after a little while...
"Ah, I think I found something. Just tell me if this hurts."
You feel something being slowly removed from somewhere inside of your back. It doesn't hurt, it's just... wierd.
"Here we are." You barely get to see what O'Lean removed before he sets it on the elevator floor and crushes it under his heel.
"It didn't hurt. What was it?"
"A tracking device. I think. Maybe. Okay, maybe I was guessing a little, but that thing didn't shut you down or activate some kill mode or anything, so I'm presuming that it wasn't a vital component. I hope." O'Lean breaks into a nervous smile, a little uncertain of what to do.
Phoenix stands and tries to run diagnostics.
Somehow, you've accessed a menu that takes up the right side of your vision, displaying various statistics such as battery charge, estimated battery duration, integrity of internal components, etc. Among these statistics, you see a red message: "Planar Navigator: Offline"
"Good." Phoenix mumbles. He then looks at O'Lean. "Here, take this radio." Phoenix holds out a radio. "I'll call you over it. I'll be the inside intelligence."
*Is this the same radio you took from Hyde Co?*
"Sounds like a plan!" O'Lean happily takes the radio from your hands. Soon after, the elevator doors open, and he sets the radio down on a table. "Now, was there anything else you wanted? Some new gear, perhaps?"
*Yes*
"No. I'll get my stuff back soon."
*Ok ;)*
"Alright. Well, you can call me anytime you need something." O'Lean reopens the elevator doors.
Before either of you step in, the back door to the bunker opens. A half-orc with long wavy black hair walks in, sees Phoenix, and she immediately whips out a shotgun.
"Come on, O'Lean! Now we're just lettin' Hyde walk into our operations?!"
"Nononono, he's cool! He just got in a mixup, is all! For the love of gods, he's cool!"
O'Loren slowly lowers the gun, clearly confused.
Phoenix raises his hands. "O'Lean. The radio is Hyde Co.'s by the way. So be careful what you say. Don't use your real name. Use a code name."
"Oh. Oh... Right..." O'Lean takes the radio and puts it in something resembling a safe. "Okay, if anyone's listening in, they won't hear a thing now."
O'Loren seems wary, but trusts O'Lean's judgement. "Well, let me give you a proper welcome to the team." She reaches into a closet and pulls out a black leather coat that extends down to the floor, covered in pockets and the inside lined with various holsters. "Welcome to the Gunrunners."
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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 Young woman, standing 5'4, stands perplexed on the street. Her long black raven hair is loose and floats in the wind. Her pale skin is the color of porcelain and heavily bruised. Her icy blue eyes seem distant. She wears a beige sweater, black leggings, and no shoes. Her dainty feet are severely caked in dirt and bleeding a bit.
Across the street, you catch a glimpse of a neon sign on a window: "O'Loren's"
She wanders towards it, stumbling a bit.
It appears to be a convenience store of sorts, except for the fact that the open closet door leads into what looks like an elevator shaft. No one seems to be around.
She wanders in the sits in the back, violently shaking.
You hear some commotion going on down the elevator shaft. Something about an operation?
She stands up, pulling a dagger from her skirt's pocket and trying to hide the best she can (Stealth: 21 )
She hides under the desk where the cashier would normally sit, silent as can be.
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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)
None of the guards stop Phoenix as he walks out, but he does overhear some talk between them.
"-I haven't seen that one before. Are they new?"
"-I heard they used the same process as 01..."
"-A new Commander? The Doctor must really like them..."
"-Glad to see you came around, kid."
As he's walking along the street and away from the Hyde Co. building, a few people glance his way. He can probably piece together that people are suspicious of this strange looking Hyde Co. robot.
Phoenix heads for O'Lorens.
It's a long walk, as you can imagine a little secret resistance wouldn't want to set up shop too close to the main headquarters of Hyde, but it only takes about a half hour. One odd thing you notice is that you aren't feeling the least bit tired from the walk.
The little neon sign on the window is a welcoming sight. Through the window, you can see O'Lean reading a magazine, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix walks inside and up to O'Lean. "O'Lean. It's me, Phoenix."
O'Lean has a mixed expression of fear and concern. "Phoenix? Oh gods, what have they done to you? Come, quick." He gets up and unlocks the elevator, gesturing towards you to head inside.
Phoenix walks inside the elevator.
The elevator ride down seems twice as long as it did before. O'Lean stands at the other side of the elevator, awkwardly silent.
"Sooo... what... happened?" O'Lean chooses his words very carefully, trying not to come off as insulting or uninterested.
"I tried to blow up the Hyde Co. building. i failed and they tazed me and I met the Doctor."
"Wow. You've got guts, kid. Er- I mean- *sigh*" O'Lean frowns. "I'm sorry you went through that. I'm gonna be honest: I don't think there's a way we can change you back anytime soon, but I- I'll try and help ya through this."
"Thanks. I need you to do something. Check my body for tracking devices."
"Uhh... okay. I mean, I- I understand." O'Lean starts searching, and after a little while...
"Ah, I think I found something. Just tell me if this hurts."
You feel something being slowly removed from somewhere inside of your back. It doesn't hurt, it's just... wierd.
"Here we are." You barely get to see what O'Lean removed before he sets it on the elevator floor and crushes it under his heel.
"It didn't hurt. What was it?"
"A tracking device. I think. Maybe. Okay, maybe I was guessing a little, but that thing didn't shut you down or activate some kill mode or anything, so I'm presuming that it wasn't a vital component. I hope." O'Lean breaks into a nervous smile, a little uncertain of what to do.
Phoenix stands and tries to run diagnostics.
Somehow, you've accessed a menu that takes up the right side of your vision, displaying various statistics such as battery charge, estimated battery duration, integrity of internal components, etc. Among these statistics, you see a red message: "Planar Navigator: Offline"
"Good." Phoenix mumbles. He then looks at O'Lean. "Here, take this radio." Phoenix holds out a radio. "I'll call you over it. I'll be the inside intelligence."
*Is this the same radio you took from Hyde Co?*
"Sounds like a plan!" O'Lean happily takes the radio from your hands. Soon after, the elevator doors open, and he sets the radio down on a table. "Now, was there anything else you wanted? Some new gear, perhaps?"
*Yes*
"No. I'll get my stuff back soon."
*Ok ;)*
"Alright. Well, you can call me anytime you need something." O'Lean reopens the elevator doors.
Before either of you step in, the back door to the bunker opens. A half-orc with long wavy black hair walks in, sees Phoenix, and she immediately whips out a shotgun.
"Come on, O'Lean! Now we're just lettin' Hyde walk into our operations?!"
"Nononono, he's cool! He just got in a mixup, is all! For the love of gods, he's cool!"
O'Loren slowly lowers the gun, clearly confused.
Phoenix raises his hands. "O'Lean. The radio is Hyde Co.'s by the way. So be careful what you say. Don't use your real name. Use a code name."
"Oh. Oh... Right..." O'Lean takes the radio and puts it in something resembling a safe. "Okay, if anyone's listening in, they won't hear a thing now."
O'Loren seems wary, but trusts O'Lean's judgement. "Well, let me give you a proper welcome to the team." She reaches into a closet and pulls out a black leather coat that extends down to the floor, covered in pockets and the inside lined with various holsters. "Welcome to the Gunrunners."
Phoenix backs up a little. "Sorry, I don't want to blow my cover. The Doctor would get suspicious. I'm apparently a General....maybe I'll be able to kill him."
A Young woman, standing 5'4, stands perplexed on the street. Her long black raven hair is loose and floats in the wind. Her pale skin is the color of porcelain and heavily bruised. Her icy blue eyes seem distant. She wears a beige sweater, black leggings, and no shoes. Her dainty feet are severely caked in dirt and bleeding a bit.
Across the street, you catch a glimpse of a neon sign on a window: "O'Loren's"
She wanders towards it, stumbling a bit.
It appears to be a convenience store of sorts, except for the fact that the open closet door leads into what looks like an elevator shaft. No one seems to be around.
She wanders in the sits in the back, violently shaking.
You hear some commotion going on down the elevator shaft. Something about an operation?
She stands up, pulling a dagger from her skirt's pocket and trying to hide the best she can (Stealth: 21 )
She hides under the desk where the cashier would normally sit, silent as can be.
She peeks listens carefully, trying to control her trembling as best she can.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
None of the guards stop Phoenix as he walks out, but he does overhear some talk between them.
"-I haven't seen that one before. Are they new?"
"-I heard they used the same process as 01..."
"-A new Commander? The Doctor must really like them..."
"-Glad to see you came around, kid."
As he's walking along the street and away from the Hyde Co. building, a few people glance his way. He can probably piece together that people are suspicious of this strange looking Hyde Co. robot.
Phoenix heads for O'Lorens.
It's a long walk, as you can imagine a little secret resistance wouldn't want to set up shop too close to the main headquarters of Hyde, but it only takes about a half hour. One odd thing you notice is that you aren't feeling the least bit tired from the walk.
The little neon sign on the window is a welcoming sight. Through the window, you can see O'Lean reading a magazine, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix walks inside and up to O'Lean. "O'Lean. It's me, Phoenix."
O'Lean has a mixed expression of fear and concern. "Phoenix? Oh gods, what have they done to you? Come, quick." He gets up and unlocks the elevator, gesturing towards you to head inside.
Phoenix walks inside the elevator.
The elevator ride down seems twice as long as it did before. O'Lean stands at the other side of the elevator, awkwardly silent.
"Sooo... what... happened?" O'Lean chooses his words very carefully, trying not to come off as insulting or uninterested.
"I tried to blow up the Hyde Co. building. i failed and they tazed me and I met the Doctor."
"Wow. You've got guts, kid. Er- I mean- *sigh*" O'Lean frowns. "I'm sorry you went through that. I'm gonna be honest: I don't think there's a way we can change you back anytime soon, but I- I'll try and help ya through this."
"Thanks. I need you to do something. Check my body for tracking devices."
"Uhh... okay. I mean, I- I understand." O'Lean starts searching, and after a little while...
"Ah, I think I found something. Just tell me if this hurts."
You feel something being slowly removed from somewhere inside of your back. It doesn't hurt, it's just... wierd.
"Here we are." You barely get to see what O'Lean removed before he sets it on the elevator floor and crushes it under his heel.
"It didn't hurt. What was it?"
"A tracking device. I think. Maybe. Okay, maybe I was guessing a little, but that thing didn't shut you down or activate some kill mode or anything, so I'm presuming that it wasn't a vital component. I hope." O'Lean breaks into a nervous smile, a little uncertain of what to do.
Phoenix stands and tries to run diagnostics.
Somehow, you've accessed a menu that takes up the right side of your vision, displaying various statistics such as battery charge, estimated battery duration, integrity of internal components, etc. Among these statistics, you see a red message: "Planar Navigator: Offline"
"Good." Phoenix mumbles. He then looks at O'Lean. "Here, take this radio." Phoenix holds out a radio. "I'll call you over it. I'll be the inside intelligence."
*Is this the same radio you took from Hyde Co?*
"Sounds like a plan!" O'Lean happily takes the radio from your hands. Soon after, the elevator doors open, and he sets the radio down on a table. "Now, was there anything else you wanted? Some new gear, perhaps?"
*Yes*
"No. I'll get my stuff back soon."
*Ok ;)*
"Alright. Well, you can call me anytime you need something." O'Lean reopens the elevator doors.
Before either of you step in, the back door to the bunker opens. A half-orc with long wavy black hair walks in, sees Phoenix, and she immediately whips out a shotgun.
"Come on, O'Lean! Now we're just lettin' Hyde walk into our operations?!"
"Nononono, he's cool! He just got in a mixup, is all! For the love of gods, he's cool!"
O'Loren slowly lowers the gun, clearly confused.
Phoenix raises his hands. "O'Lean. The radio is Hyde Co.'s by the way. So be careful what you say. Don't use your real name. Use a code name."
"Oh. Oh... Right..." O'Lean takes the radio and puts it in something resembling a safe. "Okay, if anyone's listening in, they won't hear a thing now."
O'Loren seems wary, but trusts O'Lean's judgement. "Well, let me give you a proper welcome to the team." She reaches into a closet and pulls out a black leather coat that extends down to the floor, covered in pockets and the inside lined with various holsters. "Welcome to the Gunrunners."
Phoenix backs up a little. "Sorry, I don't want to blow my cover. The Doctor would get suspicious. I'm apparently a General....maybe I'll be able to kill him."
"Eh, it was more of a symbolic gesture anyway." O'Loren puts the coat back. "Wait, you tried to blow up Hyde Co.'s headquarters, and the Doctor appointed you to some kind of general?"
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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)
None of the guards stop Phoenix as he walks out, but he does overhear some talk between them.
"-I haven't seen that one before. Are they new?"
"-I heard they used the same process as 01..."
"-A new Commander? The Doctor must really like them..."
"-Glad to see you came around, kid."
As he's walking along the street and away from the Hyde Co. building, a few people glance his way. He can probably piece together that people are suspicious of this strange looking Hyde Co. robot.
Phoenix heads for O'Lorens.
It's a long walk, as you can imagine a little secret resistance wouldn't want to set up shop too close to the main headquarters of Hyde, but it only takes about a half hour. One odd thing you notice is that you aren't feeling the least bit tired from the walk.
The little neon sign on the window is a welcoming sight. Through the window, you can see O'Lean reading a magazine, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix walks inside and up to O'Lean. "O'Lean. It's me, Phoenix."
O'Lean has a mixed expression of fear and concern. "Phoenix? Oh gods, what have they done to you? Come, quick." He gets up and unlocks the elevator, gesturing towards you to head inside.
Phoenix walks inside the elevator.
The elevator ride down seems twice as long as it did before. O'Lean stands at the other side of the elevator, awkwardly silent.
"Sooo... what... happened?" O'Lean chooses his words very carefully, trying not to come off as insulting or uninterested.
"I tried to blow up the Hyde Co. building. i failed and they tazed me and I met the Doctor."
"Wow. You've got guts, kid. Er- I mean- *sigh*" O'Lean frowns. "I'm sorry you went through that. I'm gonna be honest: I don't think there's a way we can change you back anytime soon, but I- I'll try and help ya through this."
"Thanks. I need you to do something. Check my body for tracking devices."
"Uhh... okay. I mean, I- I understand." O'Lean starts searching, and after a little while...
"Ah, I think I found something. Just tell me if this hurts."
You feel something being slowly removed from somewhere inside of your back. It doesn't hurt, it's just... wierd.
"Here we are." You barely get to see what O'Lean removed before he sets it on the elevator floor and crushes it under his heel.
"It didn't hurt. What was it?"
"A tracking device. I think. Maybe. Okay, maybe I was guessing a little, but that thing didn't shut you down or activate some kill mode or anything, so I'm presuming that it wasn't a vital component. I hope." O'Lean breaks into a nervous smile, a little uncertain of what to do.
Phoenix stands and tries to run diagnostics.
Somehow, you've accessed a menu that takes up the right side of your vision, displaying various statistics such as battery charge, estimated battery duration, integrity of internal components, etc. Among these statistics, you see a red message: "Planar Navigator: Offline"
"Good." Phoenix mumbles. He then looks at O'Lean. "Here, take this radio." Phoenix holds out a radio. "I'll call you over it. I'll be the inside intelligence."
*Is this the same radio you took from Hyde Co?*
"Sounds like a plan!" O'Lean happily takes the radio from your hands. Soon after, the elevator doors open, and he sets the radio down on a table. "Now, was there anything else you wanted? Some new gear, perhaps?"
*Yes*
"No. I'll get my stuff back soon."
*Ok ;)*
"Alright. Well, you can call me anytime you need something." O'Lean reopens the elevator doors.
Before either of you step in, the back door to the bunker opens. A half-orc with long wavy black hair walks in, sees Phoenix, and she immediately whips out a shotgun.
"Come on, O'Lean! Now we're just lettin' Hyde walk into our operations?!"
"Nononono, he's cool! He just got in a mixup, is all! For the love of gods, he's cool!"
O'Loren slowly lowers the gun, clearly confused.
Phoenix raises his hands. "O'Lean. The radio is Hyde Co.'s by the way. So be careful what you say. Don't use your real name. Use a code name."
"Oh. Oh... Right..." O'Lean takes the radio and puts it in something resembling a safe. "Okay, if anyone's listening in, they won't hear a thing now."
O'Loren seems wary, but trusts O'Lean's judgement. "Well, let me give you a proper welcome to the team." She reaches into a closet and pulls out a black leather coat that extends down to the floor, covered in pockets and the inside lined with various holsters. "Welcome to the Gunrunners."
Phoenix backs up a little. "Sorry, I don't want to blow my cover. The Doctor would get suspicious. I'm apparently a General....maybe I'll be able to kill him."
"Eh, it was more of a symbolic gesture anyway." O'Loren puts the coat back. "Wait, you tried to blow up Hyde Co.'s headquarters, and the Doctor appointed you to some kind of general?"
Phoenix nods. "Yes ma'am. That's the gist of it. They currently have my bag of explosives and all my weapons, and my old body....is.....gone...."
An elf folds herself out of the shadows, one minute not there, the next just appearing. She's tall, about 6', with short black hair tucked behind her ears. She wears some sort of cybernetic implant across her forehead and cheek, and holds one hand against the side of her face. "Iflair? Colic? Are you there? Goddammit." She looks around, taking in her surroundings and pulling out a thin stiletto-like blade from her coat.
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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?
She stands up, pulling a dagger from her skirt's pocket and trying to hide the best she can (Stealth: 13 )
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Oh. Oh... Right..." O'Lean takes the radio and puts it in something resembling a safe. "Okay, if anyone's listening in, they won't hear a thing now."
O'Loren seems wary, but trusts O'Lean's judgement. "Well, let me give you a proper welcome to the team." She reaches into a closet and pulls out a black leather coat that extends down to the floor, covered in pockets and the inside lined with various holsters. "Welcome to the Gunrunners."
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 hides under the desk where the cashier would normally sit, silent as can be.
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 backs up a little. "Sorry, I don't want to blow my cover. The Doctor would get suspicious. I'm apparently a General....maybe I'll be able to kill him."
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
She peeks listens carefully, trying to control her trembling as best she can.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Eh, it was more of a symbolic gesture anyway." O'Loren puts the coat back. "Wait, you tried to blow up Hyde Co.'s headquarters, and the Doctor appointed you to some kind of general?"
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 nods. "Yes ma'am. That's the gist of it. They currently have my bag of explosives and all my weapons, and my old body....is.....gone...."
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"I... I'm sorry to hear that." O'Loren put her hand on Phoenix's shoulder. "We'll work this out. I promise."
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 nods. "I should probably head back to Hyde Co. O'Lean, your codename is Flames, ok?"
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Sounds like a plan, Rebel."
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)
"See ya on the other side." Phoenix steps onto the elevator and hits the ground floor button
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
Worship is walking out the front gate of the reactor area, ignoring the commotion of the machine breaking yet again as they do
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
Oscar moves from under the table, trying to move towards the exit as quietly and as quick as possible,
Dex: 18
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
They can easily walk out of the premises, the robot at the gatehouse still panicking over the failure of the system.
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 run out of the building, you see the elevator doors open, and catch a glimpse of a person.
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 nods to them before leaving, setting apifite down to walk easier
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 the elevator doors reopen on the surface, you catch a glimpse of someone running out of the store.
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 tilts his head and runs after the person.
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
She begins to run. Then she stops, running a hand through her hair. She lips up her skirt and tucks the dagger under her thigh band.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
An elf folds herself out of the shadows, one minute not there, the next just appearing. She's tall, about 6', with short black hair tucked behind her ears. She wears some sort of cybernetic implant across her forehead and cheek, and holds one hand against the side of her face. "Iflair? Colic? Are you there? Goddammit." She looks around, taking in her surroundings and pulling out a thin stiletto-like blade from her coat.
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.