Felix smiles a bit. "That's great, man. I'm happy for you. I was worried this was about the sisters. I hurt one of them pretty bad. But I'm glad you and Stroth are doing so well. I'm sure everyone is already knitting you baby clothes." He gives a quiet chuckle.
He wraps an arm around him, pulling out a pack of cigarettes "Can ya do me a favor an' take these. I'm tryin' ta keep myself from 'em fer a while." He gives him a hug "Really though, thank ya Felix. Weren't fer ya I'd probably be dead right now. Seems like the whole crew's settlin' down, Thane's got a kid too."
Felix takes the pack. "You all should have good lives. It's good to have a family." He looks at the cigarettes. "If I catch you smoking these things, I'm going to take the lit cig out of our mouth and eat it. So you'd better keep away from them so I don't die of nicotine poisoning, you hear?"
He chuckles and nod, tapping his foot for a moment "I won't let ya die from nothin'. Last time I let a good friend get hurt, it was Thane. I ain't lettin' that happen again." He takes a deep breath "Do ya think I'm gonna be good dad?"
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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.'
Felix has made a reappearance, and is sitting at the train station, watching the snow fall as he eats a skewer of teriyaki basilisk.
Helianth is also at the train station, shaking slightly to dislodge the snow building up on its body. It sees Felix and does a double take, silently looking at him.
He takes a look at it, and stands up from the bench (which humorously makes him shorter) to waddle over through the slush. "Hey there, old friend. I'm feeling quite asymptomatic today. How about you?"
*apologies for the delay*
The crooked flower meets him halfway, a sweet nostalgia filling its thoughts. "Hello again, friend. I'm doing alright. It's good to see you're doing well."
She beams "Only if you want to, I'll make you a bed, I'll clean up an' everything... I can teach ya how ta paint if ya want too." She gets up, walking out of the library, coming back soon with a warm bowl of gumbo.
*Sorry I missed this*
The little shadow is beaming as well. "I... Yes, I'd love that. If it's okay with you, of course." She gratefully accepts the bowl and takes a small sip.
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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)
Felix takes the pack. "You all should have good lives. It's good to have a family." He looks at the cigarettes. "If I catch you smoking these things, I'm going to take the lit cig out of our mouth and eat it. So you'd better keep away from them so I don't die of nicotine poisoning, you hear?"
He chuckles and nod, tapping his foot for a moment "I won't let ya die from nothin'. Last time I let a good friend get hurt, it was Thane. I ain't lettin' that happen again." He takes a deep breath "Do ya think I'm gonna be good dad?"
He shrugs, putting the pack in his pocket. "I'd like to think so. Children are... unpredictable. What makes a good parent for one might not be for another. But you're adaptable. You're flexible enough to keep even Stroth happy and moderately stable. I'm certain it will be difficult for you, but I'm also certain that you'll do your best, and that's all anyone can ask for. I've never had a kid, but from what I understand, you'll never be ready for them."
*Sure! Which of my silly little spawn of chaos do you wish to interact with?*
(doesn't matter to me :P )
*Alrighty. Let's see...*
KK is continuing to chisel away at the large block of stone in her warehouse. As is the case with all her creations, what can be seen carved so far has many, many arms.
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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)
*Sure! Which of my silly little spawn of chaos do you wish to interact with?*
(doesn't matter to me :P )
*Alrighty. Let's see...*
KK is continuing to chisel away at the large block of stone in her warehouse. As is the case with all her creations, what can be seen carved so far has many, many arms.
Isaac knocks on the door
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
It is silent for a few seconds, making a little snow-Felix a ways away from Theren's snowman entourage. "Let me tell you a little secret: At some point in the future- not exactly sure when- something will happen to this world. I can help you protect your friends from that fate... but I need you to help me as well with preventing the worst of it."
"I'm done adventuring..." he mumbles. "I have a family.."
"I'm not asking you to adventure. What I need is help building something. A vessel that will contain the sun's wrath."
"I cant build things..."
It is silent for a second, thinking. For a brief moment, it seems... frustrated? "Then collecting parts, then? The project will need a lot of metal."
*Sorry, was eating lunch*
"No...im not putting myself at risk.."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The little shadow is beaming as well. "I... Yes, I'd love that. If it's okay with you, of course." She gratefully accepts the bowl and takes a small sip.
The gumbo is incredibly delicious, because of course it is. She sits back down, petting their head, "Course it's okay sweetheart, anythin' ya ask'll be okay with me."
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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.'
*Sure! Which of my silly little spawn of chaos do you wish to interact with?*
(doesn't matter to me :P )
*Alrighty. Let's see...*
KK is continuing to chisel away at the large block of stone in her warehouse. As is the case with all her creations, what can be seen carved so far has many, many arms.
Isaac knocks on the door
A few seconds of unlocking locks later, KK opens the door again. "Oh, hi again, Isaac! How are you?"
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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)
*Sure! Which of my silly little spawn of chaos do you wish to interact with?*
(doesn't matter to me :P )
*Alrighty. Let's see...*
KK is continuing to chisel away at the large block of stone in her warehouse. As is the case with all her creations, what can be seen carved so far has many, many arms.
Isaac knocks on the door
A few seconds of unlocking locks later, KK opens the door again. "Oh, hi again, Isaac! How are you?"
"I am doing alright. how about you?"
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
He takes a look at it, and stands up from the bench (which humorously makes him shorter) to waddle over through the slush. "Hey there, old friend. I'm feeling quite asymptomatic today. How about you?"
The crooked flower meets him halfway, a sweet nostalgia filling its thoughts. "Hello again, friend. I'm doing alright. It's good to see you're doing well."
He gives one of the thorned roots a gentle hug, his fluff protecting him slightly from being stabbed. "I'm glad you made it here. You've always been my best friend, even when we were apart."
It is silent for a long while. "...A crying shame." Helianth starts to leave, but stops, turning to face him again. "You should get out of the cold. When was the last time you told your family, your friends, that you cherished them? You still have time to do so." If it had the biology to, it would be grinning sadistically.
"Tick tock, Theren." And with that, it walks away.
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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)
(hello again)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
He chuckles and nod, tapping his foot for a moment "I won't let ya die from nothin'. Last time I let a good friend get hurt, it was Thane. I ain't lettin' that happen again." He takes a deep breath "Do ya think I'm gonna be good dad?"
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.)
*apologies for the delay*
The crooked flower meets him halfway, a sweet nostalgia filling its thoughts. "Hello again, friend. I'm doing alright. It's good to see you're doing well."
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)
(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
*Sorry I missed this*
The little shadow is beaming as well. "I... Yes, I'd love that. If it's okay with you, of course." She gratefully accepts the bowl and takes a small sip.
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)
*Sure! Which of my silly little spawn of chaos do you wish to interact with?*
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 shrugs, putting the pack in his pocket. "I'd like to think so. Children are... unpredictable. What makes a good parent for one might not be for another. But you're adaptable. You're flexible enough to keep even Stroth happy and moderately stable. I'm certain it will be difficult for you, but I'm also certain that you'll do your best, and that's all anyone can ask for. I've never had a kid, but from what I understand, you'll never be ready for them."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(doesn't matter to me :P )
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Alrighty. Let's see...*
KK is continuing to chisel away at the large block of stone in her warehouse. As is the case with all her creations, what can be seen carved so far has many, many arms.
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)
Isaac knocks on the door
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The gumbo is incredibly delicious, because of course it is. She sits back down, petting their head, "Course it's okay sweetheart, anythin' ya ask'll be okay with me."
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.)
A few seconds of unlocking locks later, KK opens the door again. "Oh, hi again, Isaac! How are you?"
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, I'll be back in a bit, eating lunch.*
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 am doing alright. how about you?"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
He gives one of the thorned roots a gentle hug, his fluff protecting him slightly from being stabbed. "I'm glad you made it here. You've always been my best friend, even when we were apart."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I've got a counseling appointment soon, so I'll be gone for a while.*
*I've got a little time for now, though.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for Theren and the flower*
It is silent for a long while. "...A crying shame." Helianth starts to leave, but stops, turning to face him again. "You should get out of the cold. When was the last time you told your family, your friends, that you cherished them? You still have time to do so." If it had the biology to, it would be grinning sadistically.
"Tick tock, Theren." And with that, it walks away.
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)
*Good morning. I have made a new character :>*
*I may be back. Quite sorry I have been on and off.*
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