*Happy ta see ya Yvonne. Sure thing, do you want anyone in particular?*
*Glad to see ya here too. Let's go with... Merabelle and/or Geralt?*
*Here ya have, both of em.*
Geralt has healed, his arms fully repaired. He is standing next to the stone pillar, staring towards the sun, but his gaze appears distant and unfocused, as if he is rather within his own mind, thinking of something. His eyes carry both love and spite within.
Merabelle is having herself a small feast, tearing into the intestines of a large buck, actually taking some of them out to make a broth later, including the skin. She is looking more feral than usual, claws, fangs, her tail swinging, but still looking elegant in her black dress.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Happy ta see ya Yvonne. Sure thing, do you want anyone in particular?*
*Glad to see ya here too. Let's go with... Merabelle and/or Geralt?*
*Here ya have, both of em.*
Geralt has healed, his arms fully repaired. He is standing next to the stone pillar, staring towards the sun, but his gaze appears distant and unfocused, as if he is rather within his own mind, thinking of something. His eyes carry both love and spite within.
Merabelle is having herself a small feast, tearing into the intestines of a large buck, actually taking some of them out to make a broth later, including the skin. She is looking more feral than usual, claws, fangs, her tail swinging, but still looking elegant in her black dress.
KK notices him, and walks over, smiling. "Hello again, Geralt. How's it been?"
Omori finds Merabelle and starts slowly walking over to her, weakly smiling and looking visibly exhausted. She's using a large branch as a walking stick to avoid falling over, and sitting on her head is a raven that doesn't seem to mind the fact that its perch is actively moving.
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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)
*Happy ta see ya Yvonne. Sure thing, do you want anyone in particular?*
*Glad to see ya here too. Let's go with... Merabelle and/or Geralt?*
*Here ya have, both of em.*
Geralt has healed, his arms fully repaired. He is standing next to the stone pillar, staring towards the sun, but his gaze appears distant and unfocused, as if he is rather within his own mind, thinking of something. His eyes carry both love and spite within.
Merabelle is having herself a small feast, tearing into the intestines of a large buck, actually taking some of them out to make a broth later, including the skin. She is looking more feral than usual, claws, fangs, her tail swinging, but still looking elegant in her black dress.
KK notices him, and walks over, smiling. "Hello again, Geralt. How's it been?"
Omori finds Merabelle and starts slowly walking over to her, weakly smiling and looking visibly exhausted. She's using a large branch as a walking stick to avoid falling over, and sitting on her head is a raven that doesn't seem to mind the fact that its perch is actively moving.
He continues to stare vacantly, he is gripping his broken sword hard enough to have his hand bleeding slightly. Blood dripping to the ground.
Merabelle stands up from the corpse, cleaning her mouth and putting the organs in a pouch before turning to Omori "Oh hey there, sweetheart. Ya got a lil somethin' on yer head. What's got ya lookin' so tired, sweetheart?" She leans down to them, looking into their eyes as they put on hand on her shoulder softly.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Happy ta see ya Yvonne. Sure thing, do you want anyone in particular?*
*Glad to see ya here too. Let's go with... Merabelle and/or Geralt?*
*Here ya have, both of em.*
Geralt has healed, his arms fully repaired. He is standing next to the stone pillar, staring towards the sun, but his gaze appears distant and unfocused, as if he is rather within his own mind, thinking of something. His eyes carry both love and spite within.
Merabelle is having herself a small feast, tearing into the intestines of a large buck, actually taking some of them out to make a broth later, including the skin. She is looking more feral than usual, claws, fangs, her tail swinging, but still looking elegant in her black dress.
KK notices him, and walks over, smiling. "Hello again, Geralt. How's it been?"
Omori finds Merabelle and starts slowly walking over to her, weakly smiling and looking visibly exhausted. She's using a large branch as a walking stick to avoid falling over, and sitting on her head is a raven that doesn't seem to mind the fact that its perch is actively moving.
He continues to stare vacantly, he is gripping his broken sword hard enough to have his hand bleeding slightly. Blood dripping to the ground.
Merabelle stands up from the corpse, cleaning her mouth and putting the organs in a pouch before turning to Omori "Oh hey there, sweetheart. Ya got a lil somethin' on yer head. What's got ya lookin' so tired, sweetheart?" She leans down to them, looking into their eyes as they put on hand on her shoulder softly.
Her smile drops as he sees this. "You're bleeding. What's going on?" She seems genuinely worried, taking a step closer.
Omori smiles proudly but tiredly. "Hey there. I looked through the book and... well, I cast another spell. This is my familiar." She gestures to the raven. "Took almost all the energy I had."
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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)
Her smile drops as he sees this. "You're bleeding. What's going on?" She seems genuinely worried, taking a step closer.
Omori smiles proudly but tiredly. "Hey there. I looked through the book and... well, I cast another spell. This is my familiar." She gestures to the raven. "Took almost all the energy I had."
After a moment, Geralt looks down, his eyes empty of recognition, some form of blood orange flame crackling within them, the chain around his arm burning with searing heat.
Merabelle looks suprised for only a moment before smiling wide, her teeth still slightly covered in blood "Ya cast yerself somethin' ta get a familiar? I knew ya had it in ya, now that yer energy's almost spent, it'll come back stronger next time."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Her smile drops as he sees this. "You're bleeding. What's going on?" She seems genuinely worried, taking a step closer.
Omori smiles proudly but tiredly. "Hey there. I looked through the book and... well, I cast another spell. This is my familiar." She gestures to the raven. "Took almost all the energy I had."
After a moment, Geralt looks down, his eyes empty of recognition, some form of blood orange flame crackling within them, the chain around his arm burning with searing heat.
Merabelle looks suprised for only a moment before smiling wide, her teeth still slightly covered in blood "Ya cast yerself somethin' ta get a familiar? I knew ya had it in ya, now that yer energy's almost spent, it'll come back stronger next time."
She takes a step back, confusion and concern only growing. "...Geralt?"
She nods, her tired grin growing a touch wider. "That's what I was hoping for. To get stronger with time and practice, I mean." The raven croaks, flying up from Omori's head to a branch in a tree, leaving an ebony feather in her hair.
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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)
Her smile drops as he sees this. "You're bleeding. What's going on?" She seems genuinely worried, taking a step closer.
Omori smiles proudly but tiredly. "Hey there. I looked through the book and... well, I cast another spell. This is my familiar." She gestures to the raven. "Took almost all the energy I had."
After a moment, Geralt looks down, his eyes empty of recognition, some form of blood orange flame crackling within them, the chain around his arm burning with searing heat.
Merabelle looks suprised for only a moment before smiling wide, her teeth still slightly covered in blood "Ya cast yerself somethin' ta get a familiar? I knew ya had it in ya, now that yer energy's almost spent, it'll come back stronger next time."
She takes a step back, confusion and concern only growing. "...Geralt?"
She nods, her tired grin growing a touch wider. "That's what I was hoping for. To get stronger with time and practice, I mean." The raven croaks, flying up from Omori's head to a branch in a tree, leaving an ebony feather in her hair.
He blinks a few times, the darkness fading "Oh hey KK, you seem scared, what's wrong?" He looks to his hand, seeing that it's bleeding "W-what's happening?"
She holds up her hand, adjusting the black feather to be right next to the flower in her 'hair' "Every time yer gonna get stronger an' stronger, I believe in ya."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Her smile drops as he sees this. "You're bleeding. What's going on?" She seems genuinely worried, taking a step closer.
Omori smiles proudly but tiredly. "Hey there. I looked through the book and... well, I cast another spell. This is my familiar." She gestures to the raven. "Took almost all the energy I had."
After a moment, Geralt looks down, his eyes empty of recognition, some form of blood orange flame crackling within them, the chain around his arm burning with searing heat.
Merabelle looks suprised for only a moment before smiling wide, her teeth still slightly covered in blood "Ya cast yerself somethin' ta get a familiar? I knew ya had it in ya, now that yer energy's almost spent, it'll come back stronger next time."
She takes a step back, confusion and concern only growing. "...Geralt?"
She nods, her tired grin growing a touch wider. "That's what I was hoping for. To get stronger with time and practice, I mean." The raven croaks, flying up from Omori's head to a branch in a tree, leaving an ebony feather in her hair.
He blinks a few times, the darkness fading "Oh hey KK, you seem scared, what's wrong?" He looks to his hand, seeing that it's bleeding "W-what's happening?"
She holds up her hand, adjusting the black feather to be right next to the flower in her 'hair' "Every time yer gonna get stronger an' stronger, I believe in ya."
She seems a little less tense, but still concerned. "...I don't know. It looked like you were in a trance or something for a while."
She is visibly beaming, her tiredness not able to dampen her sheer joy. "I'm gonna give it my all, same as always. Though, for now, I've kinda spent my all on the familiar." She rubs her eyes with one hand.
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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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*Here ya have, both of em.*
Geralt has healed, his arms fully repaired. He is standing next to the stone pillar, staring towards the sun, but his gaze appears distant and unfocused, as if he is rather within his own mind, thinking of something. His eyes carry both love and spite within.
Merabelle is having herself a small feast, tearing into the intestines of a large buck, actually taking some of them out to make a broth later, including the skin. She is looking more feral than usual, claws, fangs, her tail swinging, but still looking elegant in her black dress.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
KK notices him, and walks over, smiling. "Hello again, Geralt. How's it been?"
Omori finds Merabelle and starts slowly walking over to her, weakly smiling and looking visibly exhausted. She's using a large branch as a walking stick to avoid falling over, and sitting on her head is a raven that doesn't seem to mind the fact that its perch is actively moving.
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 continues to stare vacantly, he is gripping his broken sword hard enough to have his hand bleeding slightly. Blood dripping to the ground.
Merabelle stands up from the corpse, cleaning her mouth and putting the organs in a pouch before turning to Omori "Oh hey there, sweetheart. Ya got a lil somethin' on yer head. What's got ya lookin' so tired, sweetheart?" She leans down to them, looking into their eyes as they put on hand on her shoulder softly.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Her smile drops as he sees this. "You're bleeding. What's going on?" She seems genuinely worried, taking a step closer.
Omori smiles proudly but tiredly. "Hey there. I looked through the book and... well, I cast another spell. This is my familiar." She gestures to the raven. "Took almost all the energy I had."
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)
After a moment, Geralt looks down, his eyes empty of recognition, some form of blood orange flame crackling within them, the chain around his arm burning with searing heat.
Merabelle looks suprised for only a moment before smiling wide, her teeth still slightly covered in blood "Ya cast yerself somethin' ta get a familiar? I knew ya had it in ya, now that yer energy's almost spent, it'll come back stronger next time."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*I'm alive but not for long.
"3 days.. we all three days to LIVE!" -TF2 Medic.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Hey Wendi, good ta see ya again, please try not to fall into the void again.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*The void has let me leave for a bit but it wants me back.x
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Well, if you're going to go back, take this (Hands bagged grilled cheese)*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
💛💛💛💛✨
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Anyway, wanna rp while you're here?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
(hi wendo)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
She takes a step back, confusion and concern only growing. "...Geralt?"
She nods, her tired grin growing a touch wider. "That's what I was hoping for. To get stronger with time and practice, I mean." The raven croaks, flying up from Omori's head to a branch in a tree, leaving an ebony feather in her hair.
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'm thinking about making a space-themed character. Like a character from another planet. Maybe a Thri-kreen on something like from Mass Effect.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
(you want to rp Yvonne?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
He blinks a few times, the darkness fading "Oh hey KK, you seem scared, what's wrong?" He looks to his hand, seeing that it's bleeding "W-what's happening?"
She holds up her hand, adjusting the black feather to be right next to the flower in her 'hair' "Every time yer gonna get stronger an' stronger, I believe in ya."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Sure! I may not be able to keep it going for super long, though. What character(s) do you want?*
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)
*THRI-KREEEEEEEEEN*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She seems a little less tense, but still concerned. "...I don't know. It looked like you were in a trance or something for a while."
She is visibly beaming, her tiredness not able to dampen her sheer joy. "I'm gonna give it my all, same as always. Though, for now, I've kinda spent my all on the familiar." She rubs her eyes with one 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)