“Ah, I used to enjoy wandering in my younger days. A pleasure to meet you my friend.”
"Younger days, you don't look a day over ten thousand." He chuckles "But you're assuming I'm the younger of us two?"
He chuckles softly, putting down his system “You flatter me, quite kind of you. I would assume myself the older, as I am Dracula.”
"My dear, how wrong you are. You may be the first vampire in folklore but I have been around since the death of Abel." He chuckles.
“Oh how grand, someone even older than I, there are not many of us left are there?” He says, smiling earnestly “Though the folklore was more of my dramatic centuries, you know how it is.”
"Not really. The few of us are in hiding." He shrugs.
“Well this town is quite the pleasant one, ripe blood, good people, the sun not potent enough to burn anything put a spawn too quickly.”
"I suppose but it is always good to be cautious my friend." He said, grinning, baring sharp teeth.
“Ah I will make sure to keep your wise words at heart. Things have been oh so calm lately, people getting married, journeys into hell, you know, adorable little things like that.”
"Disgusting things then." He sighs, pulling out some papers from his bag.
Thirteen is still playing Risk with Caramel, surrounded by discarded teacups.
Mauric is keeping Samaritan’s restaurant running impeccably, though he’s very anxious internally.
Loriche has been furiously chopping at Guilt House’s walls all night.
Riotan is digging some holes in the woods in a pentagram pattern.
Vitroze is at the bar, organizing their case.
Eito is at their shrine, cleaning it dutifully.
Thirteen smells the horrible strench of decay coming from the main room, the smell of death and blood.
The hole in the wall has gotten big enough that Home is able to stick his scarred arm out.
Samaritan appears near Riotan, watching for a moment.
“Alright Caramel, if you remove any of my cavalry pieces from Argentina while I’m checking this out, I will de-animate you.” He tells his cat before getting up to investigate.
Loriche gasps and drops the pick, exhausted, and kneels beside the wall.
Rio looks up immediately at him. “Hiiii~”
*I laughed to hard at that.*
He see's a human man sitting at the bar. He is of average height, ashy blonde hair coifed nicely, hazel eyes glittering. He wears a three piece brown suit with golden buttons and carries a doctor's bag. Thirteen knows him from the previous tavern, Doctor Leonardo.
Home tilts his head to talk through the hole "Are you okay?"
"Hello." He nods and exhales smoke from behind his mask.
*imma keep it real with you chief, i mostly forgot who leonardo was*
Thirteen tilts his head and takes out his journal, flipping back to the page on Leonardo from three years ago.
“Y-yeah…” She pants. “…just need… a s-second…”
He saunters over to Samaritan. “How are things going today?”
*He was the guy who was trying to get Phoenix to listen to him and only him during the time Phoenix was going to kill his squad. Jack didn't want him to but Leo said he should do. He's a psychiatrist and a doctor of medicine.*
He walks outside and sits beside her.
"It is going well." He said, nodding before looking at the holes "I feel as though I should be worried."
Georgie is sat in the forest, surrounded by various types of fey. From sprites and pixies, to blinkdogs patrolling the area. And in the center, talking with Georgie, is a High Seelie
Donn walks over, snorting golden smoke at the pixes. "What are they doing here?"
The pixies chitter at him in sylvan, flitting around.
Georgie tilts his head, "Um, they said they were old friends of mom..." he says, the high seelie turning to donn, "Why hello there."
He grunts "You're not her friends." He says, six golden eyes opening up
"Hmm, I see you're looking to cause issues." He taps his chin jn thought for a moment, "How about we move the little one somewhere.... safer for this" he grins, snapping his fingers
They find Georgie doesn't teleport in the slightest, throne suddenly growing around him, the symbol of Yurishide on them. "See, she doesn't like that." Donn shrugs and chuckles.
"Hmm, well then this will have to do" he remarks, tatting as he casts a deafening sphere over a small area around Georgie, "Now we can talk freely without worrying him" he smiles,
"Good. Who are you, what the hell are you doing here." He grumbles.
"You don't like them, do you?" The consumer of light asks, seeming a little worried.
Tim nods from still behind them “She’s scary… dad is scary too from what I can remember.” They look up to them.
It looks back down at them. "I get that. Some of my siblings are not that friendly either." It pauses for a moment. "I'll make sure they don't hurt you. Promise."
They look up to them “Really? Okay, t-thank you, w-what are you working on?” He says, turning to the mechanical monstrosity made to consume a star.
"This, Tim, is the beginnings of the mechanism that will actually siphon the sun's core essence. It's the one you designed."
He looks at it with awe filling his eyes “It looks incredible, but you designed it, I just helped a little bit.” He looks over the assembly of the machine curiously.
The device so far almost looks like a large funnel- various metal rings of different sizes arranged in a conical shape that would feed inwards into the rest of the mechanism that is yet to be designed. The rings each have identical arrangements of runic symbols and embedded crystals that look like little pieces of empty space- each shard as featureless as a black hole's center. The air feels stagnant around the rings, and is... well, it doesn't feel like any temperature.
"I suppose it'd be more true to call it our design. You solved problems with it I wouldn't have even thought of."
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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)
Georgie is sat in the forest, surrounded by various types of fey. From sprites and pixies, to blinkdogs patrolling the area. And in the center, talking with Georgie, is a High Seelie
Donn walks over, snorting golden smoke at the pixes. "What are they doing here?"
The pixies chitter at him in sylvan, flitting around.
Georgie tilts his head, "Um, they said they were old friends of mom..." he says, the high seelie turning to donn, "Why hello there."
He grunts "You're not her friends." He says, six golden eyes opening up
"Hmm, I see you're looking to cause issues." He taps his chin jn thought for a moment, "How about we move the little one somewhere.... safer for this" he grins, snapping his fingers
They find Georgie doesn't teleport in the slightest, throne suddenly growing around him, the symbol of Yurishide on them. "See, she doesn't like that." Donn shrugs and chuckles.
"Hmm, well then this will have to do" he remarks, tatting as he casts a deafening sphere over a small area around Georgie, "Now we can talk freely without worrying him" he smiles,
"Good. Who are you, what the hell are you doing here." He grumbles.
"You may call me the Green Lord. I believe that suits someone of your standing. And I'm here to..... pay Yuri back the favor" He says
Georgie is sat in the forest, surrounded by various types of fey. From sprites and pixies, to blinkdogs patrolling the area. And in the center, talking with Georgie, is a High Seelie
Donn walks over, snorting golden smoke at the pixes. "What are they doing here?"
The pixies chitter at him in sylvan, flitting around.
Georgie tilts his head, "Um, they said they were old friends of mom..." he says, the high seelie turning to donn, "Why hello there."
He grunts "You're not her friends." He says, six golden eyes opening up
"Hmm, I see you're looking to cause issues." He taps his chin jn thought for a moment, "How about we move the little one somewhere.... safer for this" he grins, snapping his fingers
They find Georgie doesn't teleport in the slightest, throne suddenly growing around him, the symbol of Yurishide on them. "See, she doesn't like that." Donn shrugs and chuckles.
"Hmm, well then this will have to do" he remarks, tatting as he casts a deafening sphere over a small area around Georgie, "Now we can talk freely without worrying him" he smiles,
"Good. Who are you, what the hell are you doing here." He grumbles.
"You may call me the Green Lord. I believe that suits someone of your standing. And I'm here to..... pay Yuri back the favor" He says
Suddenly Donn's form warps and changes into a .massive three headed goat "I suggest you leave now."
Thirteen is still playing Risk with Caramel, surrounded by discarded teacups.
Mauric is keeping Samaritan’s restaurant running impeccably, though he’s very anxious internally.
Loriche has been furiously chopping at Guilt House’s walls all night.
Riotan is digging some holes in the woods in a pentagram pattern.
Vitroze is at the bar, organizing their case.
Eito is at their shrine, cleaning it dutifully.
Thirteen smells the horrible strench of decay coming from the main room, the smell of death and blood.
The hole in the wall has gotten big enough that Home is able to stick his scarred arm out.
Samaritan appears near Riotan, watching for a moment.
“Alright Caramel, if you remove any of my cavalry pieces from Argentina while I’m checking this out, I will de-animate you.” He tells his cat before getting up to investigate.
Loriche gasps and drops the pick, exhausted, and kneels beside the wall.
Rio looks up immediately at him. “Hiiii~”
*I laughed to hard at that.*
He see's a human man sitting at the bar. He is of average height, ashy blonde hair coifed nicely, hazel eyes glittering. He wears a three piece brown suit with golden buttons and carries a doctor's bag. Thirteen knows him from the previous tavern, Doctor Leonardo.
Home tilts his head to talk through the hole "Are you okay?"
"Hello." He nods and exhales smoke from behind his mask.
*imma keep it real with you chief, i mostly forgot who leonardo was*
Thirteen tilts his head and takes out his journal, flipping back to the page on Leonardo from three years ago.
“Y-yeah…” She pants. “…just need… a s-second…”
He saunters over to Samaritan. “How are things going today?”
*He was the guy who was trying to get Phoenix to listen to him and only him during the time Phoenix was going to kill his squad. Jack didn't want him to but Leo said he should do. He's a psychiatrist and a doctor of medicine.*
He walks outside and sits beside her.
"It is going well." He said, nodding before looking at the holes "I feel as though I should be worried."
*thanks*
Thirteen closes the book and approaches Leo. “It’s been quite a bit since I saw you. How are you doing?”
She manages to raise her head and smile at him. “You’re… a good friend… and I’m gonna get you out…”
“Oh this is just for snake breeding. I need lots of them to skin so I can make lesser demons.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Georgie is sat in the forest, surrounded by various types of fey. From sprites and pixies, to blinkdogs patrolling the area. And in the center, talking with Georgie, is a High Seelie
Donn walks over, snorting golden smoke at the pixes. "What are they doing here?"
The pixies chitter at him in sylvan, flitting around.
Georgie tilts his head, "Um, they said they were old friends of mom..." he says, the high seelie turning to donn, "Why hello there."
He grunts "You're not her friends." He says, six golden eyes opening up
"Hmm, I see you're looking to cause issues." He taps his chin jn thought for a moment, "How about we move the little one somewhere.... safer for this" he grins, snapping his fingers
They find Georgie doesn't teleport in the slightest, throne suddenly growing around him, the symbol of Yurishide on them. "See, she doesn't like that." Donn shrugs and chuckles.
"Hmm, well then this will have to do" he remarks, tatting as he casts a deafening sphere over a small area around Georgie, "Now we can talk freely without worrying him" he smiles,
"Good. Who are you, what the hell are you doing here." He grumbles.
"You may call me the Green Lord. I believe that suits someone of your standing. And I'm here to..... pay Yuri back the favor" He says
Suddenly Donn's form warps and changes into a .massive three headed goat "I suggest you leave now."
He clicks his tongue, "Oh, threats are we? You know, the little one was much more polite." He smiles, tilting his head to one side, "So will to say his name, and naive enough to take offered snacks once we said we were friends of his mothers. They really know how to raise children these days" he remarks
_____ chuckles a little bit. "Yeah, I suppose so. Oh wait, I almost forgot- what's your name?"
"Oh, I'm Georgie" He smiles, "You're _____ right? That's a pretty name"
She looks confused for a second. "...Am I? That doesn't sound familiar."
"Huh? But you just told him that was your name?" He tilts his head
"I just told him my name, yeah, but I don't think that was it. It's... it's..." She pauses, struggling to find it. She recognizes everyone else's names, but when she tries to think of her own... nothing.
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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)
_____ chuckles a little bit. "Yeah, I suppose so. Oh wait, I almost forgot- what's your name?"
"Oh, I'm Georgie" He smiles, "You're _____ right? That's a pretty name"
She looks confused for a second. "...Am I? That doesn't sound familiar."
"Huh? But you just told him that was your name?" He tilts his head
"I just told him my name, yeah, but I don't think that was it. It's... it's..." She pauses, struggling to find it. She recognizes everyone else's names, but when she tries to think of her own... nothing.
Thirteen is still playing Risk with Caramel, surrounded by discarded teacups.
Mauric is keeping Samaritan’s restaurant running impeccably, though he’s very anxious internally.
Loriche has been furiously chopping at Guilt House’s walls all night.
Riotan is digging some holes in the woods in a pentagram pattern.
Vitroze is at the bar, organizing their case.
Eito is at their shrine, cleaning it dutifully.
Thirteen smells the horrible strench of decay coming from the main room, the smell of death and blood.
The hole in the wall has gotten big enough that Home is able to stick his scarred arm out.
Samaritan appears near Riotan, watching for a moment.
“Alright Caramel, if you remove any of my cavalry pieces from Argentina while I’m checking this out, I will de-animate you.” He tells his cat before getting up to investigate.
Loriche gasps and drops the pick, exhausted, and kneels beside the wall.
Rio looks up immediately at him. “Hiiii~”
*I laughed to hard at that.*
He see's a human man sitting at the bar. He is of average height, ashy blonde hair coifed nicely, hazel eyes glittering. He wears a three piece brown suit with golden buttons and carries a doctor's bag. Thirteen knows him from the previous tavern, Doctor Leonardo.
Home tilts his head to talk through the hole "Are you okay?"
"Hello." He nods and exhales smoke from behind his mask.
*imma keep it real with you chief, i mostly forgot who leonardo was*
Thirteen tilts his head and takes out his journal, flipping back to the page on Leonardo from three years ago.
“Y-yeah…” She pants. “…just need… a s-second…”
He saunters over to Samaritan. “How are things going today?”
*He was the guy who was trying to get Phoenix to listen to him and only him during the time Phoenix was going to kill his squad. Jack didn't want him to but Leo said he should do. He's a psychiatrist and a doctor of medicine.*
He walks outside and sits beside her.
"It is going well." He said, nodding before looking at the holes "I feel as though I should be worried."
*thanks*
Thirteen closes the book and approaches Leo. “It’s been quite a bit since I saw you. How are you doing?”
She manages to raise her head and smile at him. “You’re… a good friend… and I’m gonna get you out…”
“Oh this is just for snake breeding. I need lots of them to skin so I can make lesser demons.”
He chuckles, not looking up from his book "Thirteen, I should've known you traveled far such as myself."
"You don't have to if it's hurting you or making you exhausted." He says, a tone of worry painting his words.
Georgie is sat in the forest, surrounded by various types of fey. From sprites and pixies, to blinkdogs patrolling the area. And in the center, talking with Georgie, is a High Seelie
Donn walks over, snorting golden smoke at the pixes. "What are they doing here?"
The pixies chitter at him in sylvan, flitting around.
Georgie tilts his head, "Um, they said they were old friends of mom..." he says, the high seelie turning to donn, "Why hello there."
He grunts "You're not her friends." He says, six golden eyes opening up
"Hmm, I see you're looking to cause issues." He taps his chin jn thought for a moment, "How about we move the little one somewhere.... safer for this" he grins, snapping his fingers
They find Georgie doesn't teleport in the slightest, throne suddenly growing around him, the symbol of Yurishide on them. "See, she doesn't like that." Donn shrugs and chuckles.
"Hmm, well then this will have to do" he remarks, tatting as he casts a deafening sphere over a small area around Georgie, "Now we can talk freely without worrying him" he smiles,
"Good. Who are you, what the hell are you doing here." He grumbles.
"You may call me the Green Lord. I believe that suits someone of your standing. And I'm here to..... pay Yuri back the favor" He says
Suddenly Donn's form warps and changes into a .massive three headed goat "I suggest you leave now."
He clicks his tongue, "Oh, threats are we? You know, the little one was much more polite." He smiles, tilting his head to one side, "So will to say his name, and naive enough to take offered snacks once we said we were friends of his mothers. They really know how to raise children these days" he remarks
"Unfortunately she recently took on the role of mother so she is learning. Weren't we taught to never go with strangers." He growls.
_____ chuckles a little bit. "Yeah, I suppose so. Oh wait, I almost forgot- what's your name?"
"Oh, I'm Georgie" He smiles, "You're _____ right? That's a pretty name"
She looks confused for a second. "...Am I? That doesn't sound familiar."
"Huh? But you just told him that was your name?" He tilts his head
"I just told him my name, yeah, but I don't think that was it. It's... it's..." She pauses, struggling to find it. She recognizes everyone else's names, but when she tries to think of her own... nothing.
Georgie gets a worried look, "Are you ok?"
*Error 404: Name not found.*
_____ looks equally worried, possibly moreso. "I... don't... know... I don't... know..." She responds, her voice wavering slightly.
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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)
Georgie is sat in the forest, surrounded by various types of fey. From sprites and pixies, to blinkdogs patrolling the area. And in the center, talking with Georgie, is a High Seelie
Donn walks over, snorting golden smoke at the pixes. "What are they doing here?"
The pixies chitter at him in sylvan, flitting around.
Georgie tilts his head, "Um, they said they were old friends of mom..." he says, the high seelie turning to donn, "Why hello there."
He grunts "You're not her friends." He says, six golden eyes opening up
"Hmm, I see you're looking to cause issues." He taps his chin jn thought for a moment, "How about we move the little one somewhere.... safer for this" he grins, snapping his fingers
They find Georgie doesn't teleport in the slightest, throne suddenly growing around him, the symbol of Yurishide on them. "See, she doesn't like that." Donn shrugs and chuckles.
"Hmm, well then this will have to do" he remarks, tatting as he casts a deafening sphere over a small area around Georgie, "Now we can talk freely without worrying him" he smiles,
"Good. Who are you, what the hell are you doing here." He grumbles.
"You may call me the Green Lord. I believe that suits someone of your standing. And I'm here to..... pay Yuri back the favor" He says
Suddenly Donn's form warps and changes into a .massive three headed goat "I suggest you leave now."
He clicks his tongue, "Oh, threats are we? You know, the little one was much more polite." He smiles, tilting his head to one side, "So will to say his name, and naive enough to take offered snacks once we said we were friends of his mothers. They really know how to raise children these days" he remarks
"Unfortunately she recently took on the role of mother so she is learning. Weren't we taught to never go with strangers." He growls.
"Yes, so unfortunate." He smiles, "Now this is... simply a message. The court is quite unhappy about what she did"
_____ chuckles a little bit. "Yeah, I suppose so. Oh wait, I almost forgot- what's your name?"
"Oh, I'm Georgie" He smiles, "You're _____ right? That's a pretty name"
She looks confused for a second. "...Am I? That doesn't sound familiar."
"Huh? But you just told him that was your name?" He tilts his head
"I just told him my name, yeah, but I don't think that was it. It's... it's..." She pauses, struggling to find it. She recognizes everyone else's names, but when she tries to think of her own... nothing.
Georgie gets a worried look, "Are you ok?"
*Error 404: Name not found.*
_____ looks equally worried, possibly moreso. "I... don't... know... I don't... know..." She responds, her voice wavering slightly.
He carefully grabs her hand, "Its ok, breath." He says softly
Georgie is sat in the forest, surrounded by various types of fey. From sprites and pixies, to blinkdogs patrolling the area. And in the center, talking with Georgie, is a High Seelie
Donn walks over, snorting golden smoke at the pixes. "What are they doing here?"
The pixies chitter at him in sylvan, flitting around.
Georgie tilts his head, "Um, they said they were old friends of mom..." he says, the high seelie turning to donn, "Why hello there."
He grunts "You're not her friends." He says, six golden eyes opening up
"Hmm, I see you're looking to cause issues." He taps his chin jn thought for a moment, "How about we move the little one somewhere.... safer for this" he grins, snapping his fingers
They find Georgie doesn't teleport in the slightest, throne suddenly growing around him, the symbol of Yurishide on them. "See, she doesn't like that." Donn shrugs and chuckles.
"Hmm, well then this will have to do" he remarks, tatting as he casts a deafening sphere over a small area around Georgie, "Now we can talk freely without worrying him" he smiles,
"Good. Who are you, what the hell are you doing here." He grumbles.
"You may call me the Green Lord. I believe that suits someone of your standing. And I'm here to..... pay Yuri back the favor" He says
Suddenly Donn's form warps and changes into a .massive three headed goat "I suggest you leave now."
He clicks his tongue, "Oh, threats are we? You know, the little one was much more polite." He smiles, tilting his head to one side, "So will to say his name, and naive enough to take offered snacks once we said we were friends of his mothers. They really know how to raise children these days" he remarks
"Unfortunately she recently took on the role of mother so she is learning. Weren't we taught to never go with strangers." He growls.
"Yes, so unfortunate." He smiles, "Now this is... simply a message. The court is quite unhappy about what she did"
"Oh bloody (gp) off. The court is always angry at us." He snorts.
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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
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"Disgusting things then." He sighs, pulling out some papers from his bag.
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
"Oh, I'm Georgie" He smiles, "You're Omori right? That's a pretty name"
*He was the guy who was trying to get Phoenix to listen to him and only him during the time Phoenix was going to kill his squad. Jack didn't want him to but Leo said he should do. He's a psychiatrist and a doctor of medicine.*
He walks outside and sits beside her.
"It is going well." He said, nodding before looking at the holes "I feel as though I should be worried."
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
"Good. Who are you, what the hell are you doing here." He grumbles.
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
The device so far almost looks like a large funnel- various metal rings of different sizes arranged in a conical shape that would feed inwards into the rest of the mechanism that is yet to be designed. The rings each have identical arrangements of runic symbols and embedded crystals that look like little pieces of empty space- each shard as featureless as a black hole's center. The air feels stagnant around the rings, and is... well, it doesn't feel like any temperature.
"I suppose it'd be more true to call it our design. You solved problems with it I wouldn't have even thought of."
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 may call me the Green Lord. I believe that suits someone of your standing. And I'm here to..... pay Yuri back the favor" He says
She looks confused for a second. "...Am I? That doesn't sound familiar."
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)
Suddenly Donn's form warps and changes into a .massive three headed goat "I suggest you leave now."
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
"Huh? But you just told him that was your name?" He tilts his head
*thanks*
Thirteen closes the book and approaches Leo. “It’s been quite a bit since I saw you. How are you doing?”
She manages to raise her head and smile at him. “You’re… a good friend… and I’m gonna get you out…”
“Oh this is just for snake breeding. I need lots of them to skin so I can make lesser demons.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He clicks his tongue, "Oh, threats are we? You know, the little one was much more polite." He smiles, tilting his head to one side, "So will to say his name, and naive enough to take offered snacks once we said we were friends of his mothers. They really know how to raise children these days" he remarks
"I just told him my name, yeah, but I don't think that was it. It's... it's..." She pauses, struggling to find it. She recognizes everyone else's names, but when she tries to think of her own... nothing.
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)
Georgie gets a worried look, "Are you ok?"
He chuckles, not looking up from his book "Thirteen, I should've known you traveled far such as myself."
"You don't have to if it's hurting you or making you exhausted." He says, a tone of worry painting his words.
"More such as yourself?" He tilts his head.
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
"Unfortunately she recently took on the role of mother so she is learning. Weren't we taught to never go with strangers." He growls.
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
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_____ looks equally worried, possibly moreso. "I... don't... know... I don't... know..." She responds, her voice wavering slightly.
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, so unfortunate." He smiles, "Now this is... simply a message. The court is quite unhappy about what she did"
He carefully grabs her hand, "Its ok, breath." He says softly
*Ulysses "Tex" Sawyer-Austin will be making his appearance tomorrow.*
*There will be oil. There will be bacon. There will be glory.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Oh bloody (gp) off. The court is always angry at us." He snorts.
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