_____ 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
She grows increasingly worried and confused, not understanding what's going on. "Where did it go? What happened to my name?"
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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"
"Oh bloody (gp) off. The court is always angry at us." He snorts.
"Yes, but now she has something worth doing something to" He smiles
_____ 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
She grows increasingly worried and confused, not understanding what's going on. "Where did it go? What happened to my name?"
The green lord smiles, "Oh, were you attached to it?"
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.
"Yes, but now she has something worth doing something to" He smiles
"Well thank you. I apologize, I never got a chance to get acquainted with you back at the End of the World."
"I mean... maybe... you could chop for a second?" She asks plaintively, setting her pick down.
"No, just regular snakes. Didn't mean to make you think I was weirder than I actually am."
"It is fine. I had my own goals back then and you were not on the list." He truthfully but bluntly.
He nods and stands up, taking a whack at it. Little boys Chip off but not the same amount of progress as her.
"I know you are weird and that is okay." He chuckles, his eyes glowing.
"Fair enough. How are you?"
"Perform... wider... arcs..."
"More than okay. Now all I need to do is wrangle some snakes..."
"Tired of the constant trivial noise and smells around me. This place is worst from the last." He says, snapping the book shut.
He does so, a rather big chunk now breaking off.
Samaritan thinks for a moment "Aren't they hibernating at the moment because of their cold blood?"
Thirteen takes a pair of noise-canceling headphones out of his satchel and passes it to him.
She gets to her feet and takes it from him. "Thanks... I can keep going now."
"Dammit, forgot. I'll have to find something endothermic then..."
"Much oblige." He nods and takes them, placing them over his ears "Unfortunately, my senses seem to have dialed themselves upwards so now everything is barely tolerable."
"No no, take a break." He smiles "I can do this for awhile."
"Well thank you. I apologize, I never got a chance to get acquainted with you back at the End of the World."
"I mean... maybe... you could chop for a second?" She asks plaintively, setting her pick down.
"No, just regular snakes. Didn't mean to make you think I was weirder than I actually am."
"It is fine. I had my own goals back then and you were not on the list." He truthfully but bluntly.
He nods and stands up, taking a whack at it. Little boys Chip off but not the same amount of progress as her.
"I know you are weird and that is okay." He chuckles, his eyes glowing.
"Fair enough. How are you?"
"Perform... wider... arcs..."
"More than okay. Now all I need to do is wrangle some snakes..."
"Tired of the constant trivial noise and smells around me. This place is worst from the last." He says, snapping the book shut.
He does so, a rather big chunk now breaking off.
Samaritan thinks for a moment "Aren't they hibernating at the moment because of their cold blood?"
Thirteen takes a pair of noise-canceling headphones out of his satchel and passes it to him.
She gets to her feet and takes it from him. "Thanks... I can keep going now."
"Dammit, forgot. I'll have to find something endothermic then..."
"Much oblige." He nods and takes them, placing them over his ears "Unfortunately, my senses seem to have dialed themselves upwards so now everything is barely tolerable."
"No no, take a break." He smiles "I can do this for awhile."
"How hot does it have to be?" He grunts.
"Why is that?"
"Th-thanks..." She hands it back to him and sits down. "It's annoying that I still feel like my muscles hurt, even though I barely have any flesh left... I guess it's that phantom limb thing..."
"Uhhhh... 10 Celsius I think?"
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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.
(hi wendo)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
She grows increasingly worried and confused, not understanding what's going on. "Where did it go? What happened to my name?"
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, but now she has something worth doing something to" He smiles
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"Well thank you. I apologize, I never got a chance to get acquainted with you back at the End of the World."
"I mean... maybe... you could chop for a second?" She asks plaintively, setting her pick down.
"No, just regular snakes. Didn't mean to make you think I was weirder than I actually am."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The green lord smiles, "Oh, were you attached to it?"
*I come on this website to escape the South, not re-submerge myself in it*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut for Georgie, Green Lord, and _____*
_____ looks back over at them. "...No... not particularly... but it was my only one..."
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)
"It is fine. I had my own goals back then and you were not on the list." He truthfully but bluntly.
He nods and stands up, taking a whack at it. Little boys Chip off but not the same amount of progress as her.
"I know you are weird and that is okay." He chuckles, his eyes glowing.
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
"Hmmm, well how about this. You'll owe me a favor, and I'll return it, forgetting your little slip up"
"Fair enough. How are you?"
"Perform... wider... arcs..."
"More than okay. Now all I need to do is wrangle some snakes..."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Tired of the constant trivial noise and smells around me. This place is worst from the last." He says, snapping the book shut.
He does so, a rather big chunk now breaking off.
Samaritan thinks for a moment "Aren't they hibernating at the moment because of their cold blood?"
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
"...What's the favor? Because I'm not opening any planar gateways or releasing any godlike beings ever again."
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)
"Oh nothing like that. I may be a fey but I know what children are capable of."
Thirteen takes a pair of noise-canceling headphones out of his satchel and passes it to him.
She gets to her feet and takes it from him. "Thanks... I can keep going now."
"Dammit, forgot. I'll have to find something endothermic then..."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Then what specifically? Tell me, and then I'll decide."
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)
"Much oblige." He nods and takes them, placing them over his ears "Unfortunately, my senses seem to have dialed themselves upwards so now everything is barely tolerable."
"No no, take a break." He smiles "I can do this for awhile."
"How hot does it have to be?" He grunts.
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 don't have something particular in mind" He hums, "But I promise you won't have to kill something, rip open the fabric of space, the like"
"Why is that?"
"Th-thanks..." She hands it back to him and sits down. "It's annoying that I still feel like my muscles hurt, even though I barely have any flesh left... I guess it's that phantom limb thing..."
"Uhhhh... 10 Celsius I think?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"...Very well." _____ solemnly responds.
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)