"That's great. I'll keep that in mind- build up my energy for magic by casting lots of spells." Omori also starts picking up snow, not having gloves and not seeming to mind.
The desiccated sunflower thinks for a moment. "What say we look for him together? It may be quicker with two of us searching in tandem."
"It's like workin' out any muscle, ya got to break it down ta build it back up stronger than ya did befor." She takes the snow, and over turns her hand, dropping the ball of snow onto their head, laughing and smiling.
"Perhaps that may be the best choice, likely the two of us would be able to find him. What do you want to find him for?" She asks/
"Like with summoning Am-" She starts, before the snowball lands on her head. She is silent for a second, and then starts laughing as well, brushing a bit of snow out of her tendril hair.
"Let's just say I'm wanting to hear if he's made a decision." It responds, choosing not to elaborate as it begins plodding along through the snow, its many flower heads all scanning its surroundings.
She leans down to their level "Come on, get me back." She says, looking very happy to just have this moment with them.
Tiffany follows after them, the snow seeming to evaporate by simply getting close to her, her eyes dilating as she looks around for her little brother. Meanwhile Tim is trying to hide from the both of them, though he doesn't do a good enough job, terrified of both Heliath and his sister apparently.
She looks down at the lump of snow in her hands, and then back at Merabelle, and between the two for a few seconds before tossing the snowball her way. It softly thumps against her shoulder before falling to the ground. Omori seems very happy as well.
Upon finding Tim, Helianth extends a root towards him, picking Tim up by his torso and rotating him to face the two before setting him back on the snow. "Hello again, Tim. You'll have to do better than that to hide from us."
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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)
"Yes! Living clay! I'm sure you've seen one around, large, goopy, imprecise. But I bake the clay for durability, quality, and precision! I used to be a dollmaker, you see"
Thorfinn examines the golem
Despite their tunic, you can see a small crack on their wrist. Their blank eyes look around. "I'm not sure you want that one, sir. I make my golems to order and that's just a display"
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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)
"Yes! Living clay! I'm sure you've seen one around, large, goopy, imprecise. But I bake the clay for durability, quality, and precision! I used to be a dollmaker, you see"
Thorfinn examines the golem
Despite their tunic, you can see a small crack on their wrist. Their blank eyes look around. "I'm not sure you want that one, sir. I make my golems to order and that's just a display"
"Hmmm." he says, mending the crack with a small glow of magic.
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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.
"Yes! Living clay! I'm sure you've seen one around, large, goopy, imprecise. But I bake the clay for durability, quality, and precision! I used to be a dollmaker, you see"
Thorfinn examines the golem
Despite their tunic, you can see a small crack on their wrist. Their blank eyes look around. "I'm not sure you want that one, sir. I make my golems to order and that's just a display"
"Hmmm." he says, mending the crack with a small glow of magic.
The golem gasps in relief and holds its hand up in front of its sightless eyes, running their fingers along where the crack would be.
"Excellent display of magic, sir."
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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)
"Yes! Living clay! I'm sure you've seen one around, large, goopy, imprecise. But I bake the clay for durability, quality, and precision! I used to be a dollmaker, you see"
Thorfinn examines the golem
Despite their tunic, you can see a small crack on their wrist. Their blank eyes look around. "I'm not sure you want that one, sir. I make my golems to order and that's just a display"
"Hmmm." he says, mending the crack with a small glow of magic.
The golem gasps in relief and holds its hand up in front of its sightless eyes, running their fingers along where the crack would be.
"Excellent display of magic, sir."
"Just a small mending spell." he says. "How much for this one?"
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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.
"Yes! Living clay! I'm sure you've seen one around, large, goopy, imprecise. But I bake the clay for durability, quality, and precision! I used to be a dollmaker, you see"
Thorfinn examines the golem
Despite their tunic, you can see a small crack on their wrist. Their blank eyes look around. "I'm not sure you want that one, sir. I make my golems to order and that's just a display"
"Hmmm." he says, mending the crack with a small glow of magic.
The golem gasps in relief and holds its hand up in front of its sightless eyes, running their fingers along where the crack would be.
"Excellent display of magic, sir."
"Just a small mending spell." he says. "How much for this one?"
"I'll let it go for ten gold."
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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)
"Yes! Living clay! I'm sure you've seen one around, large, goopy, imprecise. But I bake the clay for durability, quality, and precision! I used to be a dollmaker, you see"
Thorfinn examines the golem
Despite their tunic, you can see a small crack on their wrist. Their blank eyes look around. "I'm not sure you want that one, sir. I make my golems to order and that's just a display"
"Hmmm." he says, mending the crack with a small glow of magic.
The golem gasps in relief and holds its hand up in front of its sightless eyes, running their fingers along where the crack would be.
"Excellent display of magic, sir."
"Just a small mending spell." he says. "How much for this one?"
"I'll let it go for ten gold."
He tosses him the gold. "Alright, what's your name?"
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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.
He holds his arm away from the child "Yes... I don't want to burn anyone. The only complaint I have about my new arm."
He looks confused "What makes it more special than any other day? Ya can give ta anybody any day."
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 looks down at the lump of snow in her hands, and then back at Merabelle, and between the two for a few seconds before tossing the snowball her way. It softly thumps against her shoulder before falling to the ground. Omori seems very happy as well.
Upon finding Tim, Helianth extends a root towards him, picking Tim up by his torso and rotating him to face the two before setting him back on the snow. "Hello again, Tim. You'll have to do better than that to hide from us."
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
Theren examines it. "Maybe I can do a coating around it to help insulate any heat. That way you can hold you kiddo with both arms if needs be."
He shrugs. "Just tradition."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Absolutely! Which character(s) dost thou seeketh?*
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)
Despite their tunic, you can see a small crack on their wrist. Their blank eyes look around. "I'm not sure you want that one, sir. I make my golems to order and that's just a display"
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)
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(doesn't matter to me)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Hmmm." he says, mending the crack with a small glow of magic.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Very well... let's see...*
Omori has managed to climb a tree near the Inn, and is now sitting on top, birdwatching.
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)
The golem gasps in relief and holds its hand up in front of its sightless eyes, running their fingers along where the crack would be.
"Excellent display of magic, sir."
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)
"Just a small mending spell." he says. "How much for this one?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Sorry I missed this*
KK is fully invested in the song, finding it beautiful. She faintly continues with her humming, which occasionally crackles with static.
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, sorry I disappeared. I may have passed out during my lunch break.*
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'll let it go for ten gold."
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)
(you want to rp?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Isaac's bird lands on her binoculars
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Is ok*
Theren smiles a bit
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He tosses him the gold. "Alright, what's your name?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Welcome back, friend! Do you wish to continue with what we were setting up before?*
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)