KK leads the two to an old looking filing cabinet towards one corner of the warehouse, with all of the mannequins turning their heads to watch them as they do. She opens the cabinet, pulling out a stack of papers depicting all manner of designs for similarly horrific mannequins or other more experimental concepts. Amidst the drawings is a blueprint for a rather macabre-looking prism of metal and flesh, drawn in such excruciating detail that it's almost nauseating to look at.
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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)
“Don’t remember sayin’ I cared. Come fer her again, an’ you’ll certainly regret it. Life don’t matter how long it is, it’s what ya do with the time ya got.” He says it like he’s quoting someone.
He sighs with them, still confused “Come on, you should tell me what’s going on, maybe I can help.”
"Still, killing me ain't gonna do you favors. For one, I have yet to die despite the multiple blunders I've been in." He grins "Gonna be worse for you as I keep coming back."
He shakes his head "Go take your lunch break."
“I ain’t one who isn’t patient. An’ you certainly ain’t the only one ta make stupid mistakes here. Look at me, threatenin’ somebody with a small army.” He smiles wide, putting his gloves back in his pocket.
He slowly nods, walking off to get himself something to eat, still confused
"Small army. A handful of folks. I got a family of hundreds." He scoffs.
“Don’t remember sayin’ I cared. Come fer her again, an’ you’ll certainly regret it. Life don’t matter how long it is, it’s what ya do with the time ya got.” He says it like he’s quoting someone.
He sighs with them, still confused “Come on, you should tell me what’s going on, maybe I can help.”
"Still, killing me ain't gonna do you favors. For one, I have yet to die despite the multiple blunders I've been in." He grins "Gonna be worse for you as I keep coming back."
He shakes his head "Go take your lunch break."
“I ain’t one who isn’t patient. An’ you certainly ain’t the only one ta make stupid mistakes here. Look at me, threatenin’ somebody with a small army.” He smiles wide, putting his gloves back in his pocket.
He slowly nods, walking off to get himself something to eat, still confused
"Small army. A handful of folks. I got a family of hundreds." He scoffs.
Samaritan sits down on the loading dock, sighing.
“Hundreds? Must o’ took ya a while. The Mrs must be in tatters.” He cackles at his own joke “Ya heard o’ the Draco pardner? Big walkin’ lizard?”
“Don’t remember sayin’ I cared. Come fer her again, an’ you’ll certainly regret it. Life don’t matter how long it is, it’s what ya do with the time ya got.” He says it like he’s quoting someone.
He sighs with them, still confused “Come on, you should tell me what’s going on, maybe I can help.”
"Still, killing me ain't gonna do you favors. For one, I have yet to die despite the multiple blunders I've been in." He grins "Gonna be worse for you as I keep coming back."
He shakes his head "Go take your lunch break."
“I ain’t one who isn’t patient. An’ you certainly ain’t the only one ta make stupid mistakes here. Look at me, threatenin’ somebody with a small army.” He smiles wide, putting his gloves back in his pocket.
He slowly nods, walking off to get himself something to eat, still confused
"Small army. A handful of folks. I got a family of hundreds." He scoffs.
Samaritan sits down on the loading dock, sighing.
“Hundreds? Must o’ took ya a while. The Mrs must be in tatters.” He cackles at his own joke “Ya heard o’ the Draco pardner? Big walkin’ lizard?”
"I can't have children. But they are folks who come from all walks of life, willing to help me."
KK leads the two to an old looking filing cabinet towards one corner of the warehouse, with all of the mannequins turning their heads to watch them as they do. She opens the cabinet, pulling out a stack of papers depicting all manner of designs for similarly horrific mannequins or other more experimental concepts. Amidst the drawings is a blueprint for a rather macabre-looking prism of metal and flesh, drawn in such excruciating detail that it's almost nauseating to look at.
They look at the pieces of art curiously, slightly disgusted by the appearance of the amalgamation of flesh and metal, but other than that actually rather interested, asking questions and the like.
Xavier is on the roof of the tavern, stitching up some of his wounds, numbing the pain with Jagermeister®
He feels the room begin to heat up till it's unbearable. Samaritan taps him on the shoulder, his voice nearly an angry growl "You Xavier?"
Everything with-in him screams 'run', his stomach sinking. "That's not my name." He says, not technically lying
Samaritan narrows his golden eyes "Try that again and I'll turn you into tomorrow's lunch menu."
"Fine, I suppose, in a way... yes." He says while finishing a stitch, cutting the end of the thread with his teeth
"You annoyed a friend of mine. Riotan is his name. I tend to see a lot and I saw some things I don't like."
"He certainly got his pay-back" he says in a cutting tone, taking a swig from the bottle he pilfered from the tavern.
His head is suddenly slammed into the wooden bar as Samaritan takes a seat besides him "You see, I am not a big fan of the people I look after getting pestered by lower lives like you."
“Don’t remember sayin’ I cared. Come fer her again, an’ you’ll certainly regret it. Life don’t matter how long it is, it’s what ya do with the time ya got.” He says it like he’s quoting someone.
He sighs with them, still confused “Come on, you should tell me what’s going on, maybe I can help.”
"Still, killing me ain't gonna do you favors. For one, I have yet to die despite the multiple blunders I've been in." He grins "Gonna be worse for you as I keep coming back."
He shakes his head "Go take your lunch break."
“I ain’t one who isn’t patient. An’ you certainly ain’t the only one ta make stupid mistakes here. Look at me, threatenin’ somebody with a small army.” He smiles wide, putting his gloves back in his pocket.
He slowly nods, walking off to get himself something to eat, still confused
"Small army. A handful of folks. I got a family of hundreds." He scoffs.
Samaritan sits down on the loading dock, sighing.
“Hundreds? Must o’ took ya a while. The Mrs must be in tatters.” He cackles at his own joke “Ya heard o’ the Draco pardner? Big walkin’ lizard?”
"I can't have children. But they are folks who come from all walks of life, willing to help me."
He raises an eyebrow, interested “Huh, sounds like you an’ Deadeye would gotten along well enough under better circumstances.”
“Don’t remember sayin’ I cared. Come fer her again, an’ you’ll certainly regret it. Life don’t matter how long it is, it’s what ya do with the time ya got.” He says it like he’s quoting someone.
He sighs with them, still confused “Come on, you should tell me what’s going on, maybe I can help.”
"Still, killing me ain't gonna do you favors. For one, I have yet to die despite the multiple blunders I've been in." He grins "Gonna be worse for you as I keep coming back."
He shakes his head "Go take your lunch break."
“I ain’t one who isn’t patient. An’ you certainly ain’t the only one ta make stupid mistakes here. Look at me, threatenin’ somebody with a small army.” He smiles wide, putting his gloves back in his pocket.
He slowly nods, walking off to get himself something to eat, still confused
"Small army. A handful of folks. I got a family of hundreds." He scoffs.
Samaritan sits down on the loading dock, sighing.
“Hundreds? Must o’ took ya a while. The Mrs must be in tatters.” He cackles at his own joke “Ya heard o’ the Draco pardner? Big walkin’ lizard?”
"I can't have children. But they are folks who come from all walks of life, willing to help me."
He raises an eyebrow, interested “Huh, sounds like you an’ Deadeye would gotten along well enough under better circumstances.”
"Mn, don't know him but whatever. I am just warnibg you fer your own good."
“Don’t remember sayin’ I cared. Come fer her again, an’ you’ll certainly regret it. Life don’t matter how long it is, it’s what ya do with the time ya got.” He says it like he’s quoting someone.
He sighs with them, still confused “Come on, you should tell me what’s going on, maybe I can help.”
"Still, killing me ain't gonna do you favors. For one, I have yet to die despite the multiple blunders I've been in." He grins "Gonna be worse for you as I keep coming back."
He shakes his head "Go take your lunch break."
“I ain’t one who isn’t patient. An’ you certainly ain’t the only one ta make stupid mistakes here. Look at me, threatenin’ somebody with a small army.” He smiles wide, putting his gloves back in his pocket.
He slowly nods, walking off to get himself something to eat, still confused
"Small army. A handful of folks. I got a family of hundreds." He scoffs.
Samaritan sits down on the loading dock, sighing.
“Hundreds? Must o’ took ya a while. The Mrs must be in tatters.” He cackles at his own joke “Ya heard o’ the Draco pardner? Big walkin’ lizard?”
"I can't have children. But they are folks who come from all walks of life, willing to help me."
He raises an eyebrow, interested “Huh, sounds like you an’ Deadeye would gotten along well enough under better circumstances.”
"Mn, don't know him but whatever. I am just warnibg you fer your own good."
He cackles with joy “I don’t care ‘bout my own good none, my sisters are demons after all. Warnin’ much appreciated, but I’m likely ta ignore it.”
*Cut*
KK leads the two to an old looking filing cabinet towards one corner of the warehouse, with all of the mannequins turning their heads to watch them as they do. She opens the cabinet, pulling out a stack of papers depicting all manner of designs for similarly horrific mannequins or other more experimental concepts. Amidst the drawings is a blueprint for a rather macabre-looking prism of metal and flesh, drawn in such excruciating detail that it's almost nauseating to look at.
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)
*hi, how are you?*
"Small army. A handful of folks. I got a family of hundreds." He scoffs.
Samaritan sits down on the loading dock, sighing.
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
*hi luna*
*Eepy. You?*
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
“Hundreds? Must o’ took ya a while. The Mrs must be in tatters.” He cackles at his own joke “Ya heard o’ the Draco pardner? Big walkin’ lizard?”
"I can't have children. But they are folks who come from all walks of life, willing to help me."
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
They look at the pieces of art curiously, slightly disgusted by the appearance of the amalgamation of flesh and metal, but other than that actually rather interested, asking questions and the like.
*Depressed,. So, normal for me i guess lol*
*[hugs]*
His head is suddenly slammed into the wooden bar as Samaritan takes a seat besides him "You see, I am not a big fan of the people I look after getting pestered by lower lives like you."
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
*Anything I can do?*
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
He raises an eyebrow, interested “Huh, sounds like you an’ Deadeye would gotten along well enough under better circumstances.”
“I… do not know, do not feel remorse for something that is not your father. I will find a cure.”
"Mn, don't know him but whatever. I am just warnibg you fer your own good."
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
*I'd be up for rp if ya don't mind. Most of whats got me down is stuff i can't fix, so i just need something to do 👉👈*
*Of course:)*
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
He cackles with joy “I don’t care ‘bout my own good none, my sisters are demons after all. Warnin’ much appreciated, but I’m likely ta ignore it.”
*Do ya have anyone you'd like to rp with specifically? :>*