"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?"
He chuckles "Nothing you need to concern yourself with." He said.
"I can't feel anything. I just feel the weight of my skin and stuff I guess."
He thinks for a moment before his whole body suddenly lights on fire, a blackened skeleton amongst the flames.
"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?"
He chuckles "Nothing you need to concern yourself with." He said.
"I can't feel anything. I just feel the weight of my skin and stuff I guess."
He thinks for a moment before his whole body suddenly lights on fire, a blackened skeleton amongst the flames.
"Oh, but I'm both a mage and scientist of high regard, and a Strixhaven emeritus professor. Surely I can offer aid."
"...how?"
"WHOA!!! Put yourself out! I have magic scales!! You're all good!"
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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.
*Have you checked in the car? Sometimes people accidentally leave their souls there.*
*ah, Thank you, I’ll check!*
*anyways, how are ya doin’, Yvonne?*
*I am a shadow of an echo: A whisper moving through dust in an empty room... which is to say, I'm doing pretty good today. How art thou?*
*I am quite swell! Just applied for an awesome looking PBP, my character is somewhere in the gray area between a racial equality activist and Cruella De Ville.*
*Have you checked in the car? Sometimes people accidentally leave their souls there.*
*ah, Thank you, I’ll check!*
*anyways, how are ya doin’, Yvonne?*
*I am a shadow of an echo: A whisper moving through dust in an empty room... which is to say, I'm doing pretty good today. How art thou?*
*I am quite swell! Just applied for an awesome looking PBP, my character is somewhere in the gray area between a racial equality activist and Cruella De Ville.*
*Sounds like an interesting character. Glad you're doing swell as well!*
*Speaking of characters, wouldst thou like to rp?*
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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)
*Have you checked in the car? Sometimes people accidentally leave their souls there.*
*ah, Thank you, I’ll check!*
*anyways, how are ya doin’, Yvonne?*
*I am a shadow of an echo: A whisper moving through dust in an empty room... which is to say, I'm doing pretty good today. How art thou?*
*I am quite swell! Just applied for an awesome looking PBP, my character is somewhere in the gray area between a racial equality activist and Cruella De Ville.*
*Sounds like an interesting character. Glad you're doing swell as well!*
*Speaking of characters, wouldst thou like to rp?*
*why, absolutely! We can continue the Yuletide ball if you’d like, and I’d also love the chance to use what is currently my only other character, Mother Misery.*
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He chuckles "Nothing you need to concern yourself with." He said.
"I can't feel anything. I just feel the weight of my skin and stuff I guess."
He thinks for a moment before his whole body suddenly lights on fire, a blackened skeleton amongst the flames.
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
He smiles and offers his hand
She reluctantly takes his hand and shakes it.
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)
She almost immediately recalls her name as he relinquished it to her
"Oh, but I'm both a mage and scientist of high regard, and a Strixhaven emeritus professor. Surely I can offer aid."
"...how?"
"WHOA!!! Put yourself out! I have magic scales!! You're all good!"
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 wendi if ya still wanna rp*
He smiles, "That is true, but now she has something worth.... using against her"
Omori seems surprised for a second, as if suddenly remembering something. "Oh, that's what it was. Thank you for returning 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)
"No problem. A deal is a deal afterall" He smiles
*Cut for Omori and the Green Lord*
She shivers slightly at that last sentence, as if reminded of something unpleasant. "Now, any idea about the favor?"
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'll call in you when needed" He hums, brushing himself off, "Tho I've gotten what I needed for now."
*Some might say we’re released*
*pushing daisies, deceased*
*but we all know the worms must be fed*
*there’s just one lingering fear*
*oh my soul, is it here?*
*or is it rotting somewhere with my head?*
*no clue*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Alright. I guess I'll wait until then. Farewell for now." She walks away, muttering something to herself under her breath as she does.
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)
*Have you checked in the car? Sometimes people accidentally leave their souls there.*
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)
*ah, Thank you, I’ll check!*
*anyways, how are ya doin’, Yvonne?*
*I am a shadow of an echo: A whisper moving through dust in an empty room... which is to say, I'm doing pretty good today. How art thou?*
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 am quite swell! Just applied for an awesome looking PBP, my character is somewhere in the gray area between a racial equality activist and Cruella De Ville.*
*Sounds like an interesting character. Glad you're doing swell as well!*
*Speaking of characters, wouldst thou like to rp?*
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 looks at the man, who smiles and waves him off, "Go with your friend pumpkin, I'll keep in touch."
Georgie follows Omori
*why, absolutely! We can continue the Yuletide ball if you’d like, and I’d also love the chance to use what is currently my only other character, Mother Misery.*