*Hello, Arch! How are you, and would you perhaps like to rp?*
*i am doing quite well! Currently playing in Jester’s bloodborne Play by post as a butcher barbarian alchemist lady named Heather Von Petworth.*
*who do you want?*
*Wonderful! Sounds like a fun character!*
*Could I perhaps interact with Mother Misery, perchance?*
*alrighty!*
Mother Misery is in her hospital, trying to care for patients sick with the weeping pox. She moves as if she had some sort of injury in her chest, hunched over, and shaking slightly. Her golden mask drips with some black liquid, sizzling on the ground.
Helianth ambles into the building, curiously looking around and not seeming bothered by its surroundings.
*could I get a description for Helianth? I remember they’re a plant, right?*
Mother misery looks to Helianth, gasping a bit. Clutching some wound on her chest, she grabs a scalpel from a nearby table.
*i only really know three of your characters, being Darius, Tim and then I think one was named Merrabelle I think? Either way, I want to use Vanilla. Perhaps for something dramatic. As in me foreshadowing stuff with Vanilla.*
*Okay, so the characters I’ve got are, Sparrow, Thane, Grimes, Merabelle, Tim, Darius, the Faceless Merchant/Smiling Merchant, Heriot, Paracelsus, Marie, Marionette, Jason, John, Jack, James, Damian, Sanviento, Antonio, and a few others. I like Vanilla.*
*I’ll just let you choose who to use :>*
Vanilla is outside, looking a bit irritated. It’s snowing, and he’s smashing snow globes with a sledge hammer.
Sanviento looks up from his snow covered bench and his small contraptions, his voice entirely monotone and tired “What the [gp] are you doing that for?”
Vanilla doesn’t look up, hitting one snow globe like a baseball, sending shards of glass flying.
”bored.” He says, angrily kicking another One so high into the sky that it might not come down.
“You know destroying things obviously isn’t helping, it just makes you look like a wasteful brat.” He says, looking back down to his book, flipping the page.
She sits down, sighing “Note to self, don’t let Nine near the explosions.” She chuckles.
He looks to them, tired “Now that I’m part of your cult, what else do you want from me?”
They both roll their eyes in mirrored directions “Oh Truth and light, so boring. We are Mary, an’ Ann Valentine. Nice to meet you.” They hold out a hand each.
“Yes, cats are feisty and flaunt every restriction before them, particularly magically empowered ones.”
“Nothing. Can’t I just be around?”
Eito reaches out both hands and shakes both of theirs.
She orders herself a drink, petting Nine softly “I’ll try to keep things like that out of their reach. How are you professor?”
He squints at them, highly suspicious “Hmm. Fine.”
Their hands are both hot and cold, unnatural in texture and strength, but their smiles are plain and kind.
*i only really know three of your characters, being Darius, Tim and then I think one was named Merrabelle I think? Either way, I want to use Vanilla. Perhaps for something dramatic. As in me foreshadowing stuff with Vanilla.*
*Okay, so the characters I’ve got are, Sparrow, Thane, Grimes, Merabelle, Tim, Darius, the Faceless Merchant/Smiling Merchant, Heriot, Paracelsus, Marie, Marionette, Jason, John, Jack, James, Damian, Sanviento, Antonio, and a few others. I like Vanilla.*
*I’ll just let you choose who to use :>*
Vanilla is outside, looking a bit irritated. It’s snowing, and he’s smashing snow globes with a sledge hammer.
Sanviento looks up from his snow covered bench and his small contraptions, his voice entirely monotone and tired “What the [gp] are you doing that for?”
Vanilla doesn’t look up, hitting one snow globe like a baseball, sending shards of glass flying.
”bored.” He says, angrily kicking another One so high into the sky that it might not come down.
“You know destroying things obviously isn’t helping, it just makes you look like a wasteful brat.” He says, looking back down to his book, flipping the page.
He smashes another. ”you know, I think I deserve to let off some steam, so-“ he smashes another one. “That’s what I’m going to do, alright? I’ve spent a (1GP)ing decade doing a whole lot of nothing and I think…” he smashes a final one, and starts setting more up in front of him.
*i only really know three of your characters, being Darius, Tim and then I think one was named Merrabelle I think? Either way, I want to use Vanilla. Perhaps for something dramatic. As in me foreshadowing stuff with Vanilla.*
*Okay, so the characters I’ve got are, Sparrow, Thane, Grimes, Merabelle, Tim, Darius, the Faceless Merchant/Smiling Merchant, Heriot, Paracelsus, Marie, Marionette, Jason, John, Jack, James, Damian, Sanviento, Antonio, and a few others. I like Vanilla.*
*I’ll just let you choose who to use :>*
Vanilla is outside, looking a bit irritated. It’s snowing, and he’s smashing snow globes with a sledge hammer.
Sanviento looks up from his snow covered bench and his small contraptions, his voice entirely monotone and tired “What the [gp] are you doing that for?”
Vanilla doesn’t look up, hitting one snow globe like a baseball, sending shards of glass flying.
”bored.” He says, angrily kicking another One so high into the sky that it might not come down.
“You know destroying things obviously isn’t helping, it just makes you look like a wasteful brat.” He says, looking back down to his book, flipping the page.
He smashes another. ”you know, I think I deserve to let off some steam, so-“ he smashes another one. “That’s what I’m going to do, alright? I’ve spent a (1GP)ing decade doing a whole lot of nothing and I think…” he smashes a final one, and starts setting more up in front of him.
“There are better ways to blow off steam, you just look like someone who likes to waste money, which makes you look like a [gp]. If you spent a lot of time doing nothing, then do something meaningful and not just break stuff.”
*i only really know three of your characters, being Darius, Tim and then I think one was named Merrabelle I think? Either way, I want to use Vanilla. Perhaps for something dramatic. As in me foreshadowing stuff with Vanilla.*
*Okay, so the characters I’ve got are, Sparrow, Thane, Grimes, Merabelle, Tim, Darius, the Faceless Merchant/Smiling Merchant, Heriot, Paracelsus, Marie, Marionette, Jason, John, Jack, James, Damian, Sanviento, Antonio, and a few others. I like Vanilla.*
*I’ll just let you choose who to use :>*
Vanilla is outside, looking a bit irritated. It’s snowing, and he’s smashing snow globes with a sledge hammer.
Sanviento looks up from his snow covered bench and his small contraptions, his voice entirely monotone and tired “What the [gp] are you doing that for?”
Vanilla doesn’t look up, hitting one snow globe like a baseball, sending shards of glass flying.
”bored.” He says, angrily kicking another One so high into the sky that it might not come down.
“You know destroying things obviously isn’t helping, it just makes you look like a wasteful brat.” He says, looking back down to his book, flipping the page.
He smashes another. ”you know, I think I deserve to let off some steam, so-“ he smashes another one. “That’s what I’m going to do, alright? I’ve spent a (1GP)ing decade doing a whole lot of nothing and I think…” he smashes a final one, and starts setting more up in front of him.
“There are better ways to blow off steam, you just look like someone who likes to waste money, which makes you look like a [gp]. If you spent a lot of time doing nothing, then do something meaningful and not just break stuff.”
He sighs, setting down the sledgehammer. The globes disappear. “really? Mm… you know, i try. I give everyone I met all of the comfort in the world, every day I do everything I can to help others… and it doesn’t mean anything! Nothing I do will mean anything to me because I can do anything I want to do!” He summons another snowglobe, and throws it like a snowball into a tree.
*Hello, Arch! How are you, and would you perhaps like to rp?*
*i am doing quite well! Currently playing in Jester’s bloodborne Play by post as a butcher barbarian alchemist lady named Heather Von Petworth.*
*who do you want?*
*Wonderful! Sounds like a fun character!*
*Could I perhaps interact with Mother Misery, perchance?*
*alrighty!*
Mother Misery is in her hospital, trying to care for patients sick with the weeping pox. She moves as if she had some sort of injury in her chest, hunched over, and shaking slightly. Her golden mask drips with some black liquid, sizzling on the ground.
Helianth ambles into the building, curiously looking around and not seeming bothered by its surroundings.
*could I get a description for Helianth? I remember they’re a plant, right?*
Mother misery looks to Helianth, gasping a bit. Clutching some wound on her chest, she grabs a scalpel from a nearby table.
*Yep! They're a 15-foot tall withered sunflower with thorns all over, nine flower heads with inner discs as dark as a black hole, and a gleaming light in a knot in its stem resembling a miniature sun.*
The crooked flower looks back at her, a bit surprised. "Oh, apologies. I didn't mean to startle you." It speaks with a voice that is more soft-spoken than one would expect from a being like it, though it booms loud enough to command one's attention.
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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)
The idea is that they are a Duke of Hell but really really disliked the way things were going with the Hell's, the Heavens, and the Abyss so, suddenly, they were missing from Hell. Now they are up here, hiding underneath of sommuch magic that it's hard to tell what they really are but they look like an Owlin. They run a fancy restaurant and love learning in general.*
She sits down, sighing “Note to self, don’t let Nine near the explosions.” She chuckles.
He looks to them, tired “Now that I’m part of your cult, what else do you want from me?”
They both roll their eyes in mirrored directions “Oh Truth and light, so boring. We are Mary, an’ Ann Valentine. Nice to meet you.” They hold out a hand each.
“Yes, cats are feisty and flaunt every restriction before them, particularly magically empowered ones.”
“Nothing. Can’t I just be around?”
Eito reaches out both hands and shakes both of theirs.
She orders herself a drink, petting Nine softly “I’ll try to keep things like that out of their reach. How are you professor?”
He squints at them, highly suspicious “Hmm. Fine.”
Their hands are both hot and cold, unnatural in texture and strength, but their smiles are plain and kind.
“Quite well at the moment. Anticipating the new year excitedly.”
“So what’s that blood from?”
Eito is still suspicious, but ignores it. They turn back to the shrine, inserting a stick of incense into the bottommost slot on the Tree of Life.
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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.
*Hello, Arch! How are you, and would you perhaps like to rp?*
*i am doing quite well! Currently playing in Jester’s bloodborne Play by post as a butcher barbarian alchemist lady named Heather Von Petworth.*
*who do you want?*
*Wonderful! Sounds like a fun character!*
*Could I perhaps interact with Mother Misery, perchance?*
*alrighty!*
Mother Misery is in her hospital, trying to care for patients sick with the weeping pox. She moves as if she had some sort of injury in her chest, hunched over, and shaking slightly. Her golden mask drips with some black liquid, sizzling on the ground.
Helianth ambles into the building, curiously looking around and not seeming bothered by its surroundings.
*could I get a description for Helianth? I remember they’re a plant, right?*
Mother misery looks to Helianth, gasping a bit. Clutching some wound on her chest, she grabs a scalpel from a nearby table.
*Yep! They're a 15-foot tall withered sunflower with thorns all over, nine flower heads with inner discs as dark as a black hole, and a gleaming light in a knot in its stem resembling a miniature sun.*
The crooked flower looks back at her, a bit surprised. "Oh, apologies. I didn't mean to startle you." It speaks with a voice that is more soft-spoken than one would expect from a being like it, though it booms loud enough to command one's attention.
She pauses, calming down a bit and leaning on a table. “My apologies as well… I-uh… welcome, to the- to… to my hospital.”
*imagine a two headed monster wizard, one of the heads knowing all of the past, the other knowing all of the future, and the only reason they aren’t a global superpower is because they refuse to cooperate and think the other is trying to usurp them*
*could I get a description for Helianth? I remember they’re a plant, right?*
Mother misery looks to Helianth, gasping a bit. Clutching some wound on her chest, she grabs a scalpel from a nearby table.
“You know destroying things obviously isn’t helping, it just makes you look like a wasteful brat.” He says, looking back down to his book, flipping the page.
*my dear, do you want some cookies?*
She orders herself a drink, petting Nine softly “I’ll try to keep things like that out of their reach. How are you professor?”
He squints at them, highly suspicious “Hmm. Fine.”
Their hands are both hot and cold, unnatural in texture and strength, but their smiles are plain and kind.
*Hey Wendi. Are you doing well?*
He smashes another. ”you know, I think I deserve to let off some steam, so-“ he smashes another one. “That’s what I’m going to do, alright? I’ve spent a (1GP)ing decade doing a whole lot of nothing and I think…” he smashes a final one, and starts setting more up in front of him.
“There are better ways to blow off steam, you just look like someone who likes to waste money, which makes you look like a [gp]. If you spent a lot of time doing nothing, then do something meaningful and not just break stuff.”
*I would love nothing more my sweet.*
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
*How're you bruh?*
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’m alive, you know how it is. How’re you doin?*
*hey hey hey hey!*
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 sighs, setting down the sledgehammer. The globes disappear. “really? Mm… you know, i try. I give everyone I met all of the comfort in the world, every day I do everything I can to help others… and it doesn’t mean anything! Nothing I do will mean anything to me because I can do anything I want to do!” He summons another snowglobe, and throws it like a snowball into a tree.
*lovely! Sugar, chocolate chip, chocolate chunk, peanut butter, spiders, or snickerdoodles, darling?*
*Yep! They're a 15-foot tall withered sunflower with thorns all over, nine flower heads with inner discs as dark as a black hole, and a gleaming light in a knot in its stem resembling a miniature sun.*
The crooked flower looks back at her, a bit surprised. "Oh, apologies. I didn't mean to startle you." It speaks with a voice that is more soft-spoken than one would expect from a being like it, though it booms loud enough to command one's attention.
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)
*Thinking about making a special character.
The idea is that they are a Duke of Hell but really really disliked the way things were going with the Hell's, the Heavens, and the Abyss so, suddenly, they were missing from Hell. Now they are up here, hiding underneath of sommuch magic that it's hard to tell what they really are but they look like an Owlin. They run a fancy restaurant and love learning in general.*
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
*A l l*
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
“Quite well at the moment. Anticipating the new year excitedly.”
“So what’s that blood from?”
Eito is still suspicious, but ignores it. They turn back to the shrine, inserting a stick of incense into the bottommost slot on the Tree of Life.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She pauses, calming down a bit and leaning on a table. “My apologies as well… I-uh… welcome, to the- to… to my hospital.”
*imagine a two headed monster wizard, one of the heads knowing all of the past, the other knowing all of the future, and the only reason they aren’t a global superpower is because they refuse to cooperate and think the other is trying to usurp them*
*you know the rule, one cookie per person!*