Helianth is continuing to make large metal rings and plates for its device to capture the sun's core essence for consumption.
Isaac walks over and observes the construction
The crooked sunflower is using its fire magic to heat the metal into a workable shape, molding it with its roots without a single indication of pain. After a while, it notices Isaac, setting down the part of the metal ring that's almost as large as it is. "Hello again."
"hello. what are you working on?"
"Something with which to... contain something else for transport. I'd elaborate more, but... well, never mind that."
"Why can't you?"
"It isn't that I can't. I could. In fact, I can tell you- on one condition. You help me assemble it. Deal?"
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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)
*can i add to this? Paia was the one you had a crush on, brynn accidentally made a magically binding deal with paia and now serves as her protector, and taika made bug *bug is a golem*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Heriot is taking a dunk in some ice cold water at a nearby lake. She is quite majestic, her normally braided hair unbraided as she swims, her muscles glistening against the ice cold water. Her form is nearly perfect, swimming from end to end of the lake, diving and shooting back up.
Marie is sitting in front on the fire again, but this time she isn't drinking, simply watching the fire burn, wearing an elegant black dress that makes her curves appear more visible instead of her grave robbing attire, all of her knives and darts sitting on the table in front of her.
*Fell asleep-*
Water solidifies around around her, as Seasha rises out of the depths of the lake. "I caught you!" she says, giggling
She feels a chill down her entire body, Jax's freezing paws gently holding her shoulders.
*Its good, I was at dnd club.*
She’s stuck as she was flying out of the water, the water suspending in the air for merely a moment, making her look even more magnificent. She smiles, her wet hair falling in front of her face.
She licks her lips, once again wearing lipstick “Hello my love.” She says, letting the cold flow through her, sighing softly.
KK is continuing to chisel away at the statue, having made some progress.
Sister and Brother watch KK, the two hiveminds looking over the money they've pickpocketed.
She hums a tune from the radio as she works, cutting little spots where the statue's joints would be and pouring blood into the crevices.
They walk over, perfectly in step "What are you doing?" brother asks.
"Making a statue that I'm planning to animate with magic and give sentience." She says nonchalantly, continuing to chisel away bits of stone.
"Hm, seems like a waste of time."
"Maybe. But I'm having fun working on it, so either way, it won't entirely be a waste." She dips her paintbrush in the bucket of blood, and begins to add more onto the monstrous statue.
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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!* The inventor who sold Saphuno the golem has finally shown up with his creation. He seems in a jolly mood, with a small cognac stain on his shirt and his display model nowhere to be found
She can be found sitting at a table, the tavern actually being run by employees.
"Madam! I have returned with your order!" he ushers forward a baked-clay golem with a yellowish glaze. He resembles a humanoid dog, and is quite short.
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Helianth is continuing to make large metal rings and plates for its device to capture the sun's core essence for consumption.
Isaac walks over and observes the construction
The crooked sunflower is using its fire magic to heat the metal into a workable shape, molding it with its roots without a single indication of pain. After a while, it notices Isaac, setting down the part of the metal ring that's almost as large as it is. "Hello again."
"hello. what are you working on?"
"Something with which to... contain something else for transport. I'd elaborate more, but... well, never mind that."
"Why can't you?"
"It isn't that I can't. I could. In fact, I can tell you- on one condition. You help me assemble it. Deal?"
"I already have a project that I am working on for my client. I cannot take on another"
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Helianth is continuing to make large metal rings and plates for its device to capture the sun's core essence for consumption.
Isaac walks over and observes the construction
The crooked sunflower is using its fire magic to heat the metal into a workable shape, molding it with its roots without a single indication of pain. After a while, it notices Isaac, setting down the part of the metal ring that's almost as large as it is. "Hello again."
"hello. what are you working on?"
"Something with which to... contain something else for transport. I'd elaborate more, but... well, never mind that."
"Why can't you?"
"It isn't that I can't. I could. In fact, I can tell you- on one condition. You help me assemble it. Deal?"
"I already have a project that I am working on for my client. I cannot take on another"
It is silent for a moment, as if frustrated by something. "A pity... I had a feeling you'd be interested in it. It's not every day one builds a device for harnessing the power of stars, after all." It picks up the metal segment it dropped with ease. "Well, I won't distract you from your project any longer- you have yours, and I have mine." It starts to walk 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)
Lacai is outside, now walking in, to the tavern, humming something unfamiliar
*ooo, fun :D. imma give this:*
A young man walks in after them, looking around the tavern curiously. His skin is a deep crimson, with hair that looks like a crackling fire, moving in the air despite the lack of wind. Their eyes are dark, with specks of red and no sclera, like dying embers. They wear a sleevless black and orange vest with no shirt under, the back having the symbol of a setting sun as they turn to take in the main room, and a pair of baggy pants, tightened at the ankles by his boots.
A young man walks into town, his skin is a deep crimson, with hair that looks like a crackling fire, moving in the air despite the lack of wind. Their eyes are dark, with specks of red and no sclera, like dying embers. They wear a sleevless black and orange vest with no shirt under, the back having the symbol of a setting sun as they turn to take in the town square and a pair of baggy pants, tightened at the ankles by his boots. On each hand is a black glove with intricate patterns wrapping around the wrist and forearm, with a orange and yellow sun on the back of the hand
*I'd be up for it :>*
"It isn't that I can't. I could. In fact, I can tell you- on one condition. You help me assemble it. Deal?"
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)
*can i add to this? Paia was the one you had a crush on, brynn accidentally made a magically binding deal with paia and now serves as her protector, and taika made bug *bug is a golem*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Its good, I was at dnd club.*
She’s stuck as she was flying out of the water, the water suspending in the air for merely a moment, making her look even more magnificent. She smiles, her wet hair falling in front of her face.
She licks her lips, once again wearing lipstick “Hello my love.” She says, letting the cold flow through her, sighing softly.
"Maybe. But I'm having fun working on it, so either way, it won't entirely be a waste." She dips her paintbrush in the bucket of blood, and begins to add more onto the monstrous statue.
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)
"Madam! I have returned with your order!" he ushers forward a baked-clay golem with a yellowish glaze. He resembles a humanoid dog, and is quite short.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*eepy*
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 already have a project that I am working on for my client. I cannot take on another"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
(then eep lol)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Sure! Which 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)
*I cannot :(*
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
It is silent for a moment, as if frustrated by something. "A pity... I had a feeling you'd be interested in it. It's not every day one builds a device for harnessing the power of stars, after all." It picks up the metal segment it dropped with ease. "Well, I won't distract you from your project any longer- you have yours, and I have mine." It starts to walk 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)
*ooo, fun :D. imma give this:*
A young man walks in after them, looking around the tavern curiously. His skin is a deep crimson, with hair that looks like a crackling fire, moving in the air despite the lack of wind. Their eyes are dark, with specks of red and no sclera, like dying embers. They wear a sleevless black and orange vest with no shirt under, the back having the symbol of a setting sun as they turn to take in the main room, and a pair of baggy pants, tightened at the ankles by his boots.
*Aw, bye! stay safe fren*
*Oki, intro if anyones interested :>*
A young man walks into town, his skin is a deep crimson, with hair that looks like a crackling fire, moving in the air despite the lack of wind. Their eyes are dark, with specks of red and no sclera, like dying embers. They wear a sleevless black and orange vest with no shirt under, the back having the symbol of a setting sun as they turn to take in the town square and a pair of baggy pants, tightened at the ankles by his boots. On each hand is a black glove with intricate patterns wrapping around the wrist and forearm, with a orange and yellow sun on the back of the hand
*If anyone would like to RP, speak now or forever hold your peace.*
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