*Sure! Any particular character(s) you'd like to interact with?*
*Nope, trying not to be picky in any way shape or form, anyone will do.*
*Alrighty!*
KK is at the Faceless Fair, repairing one of the mannequins by re-stitching its arms back on.
The Hunter seems to watch with interest, drawing what they can assume is the mannequin in a bloody journal, his silver eyes analyzing.
She looks up at the Hunter, just now noticing him. "Oh, hi! You enjoying your time at the fair?"
“It is… slightly disappointing… I expecting some more mind rending sights but I suppose that’s just me.” He says politely, closing the journal.
"Yeah, I've been working up to making more mind-rending stuff, but the mannequins are what's popular- or rather, infamous- so they're the main theme of the place. For now, at least."
“The mannequins aren’t bad, though they hardly compare to the horrors of my home city, once again, that may simply be my perspective on the matter.” He says, pulling down his mask, revealing his surprisingly handsome face as he chews on his pencil.
"I'm curious- where is your home city? It sounds like somewhere I might want to visit in the future, from what you've said." She responds, her gaze briefly drifting to his now-visible face before looking back to the stitches in the mannequin's now-reattached arm.
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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)
He turns to him “Don’t smile at me like I’m your friend. I’m not.” He says flatly, ordering himself a barrel of something to drink.
Don comes out, cracking his shoulders and neck “Dang, Abaddon’s got so much work for me these days.”
Dracula steps out of a shadow, sitting next to them, playing some Mario and Luigi “Hello there my dear.” He says.
"Forgive me, I'm an old fool... I am not myself today." he takes another draught from his bottle of wine.
He's puffing on his Infinity Blunt. "There you are! I've been in this cramped flat for a week."
"Hi, Drac" he says, smiling. He offers them a crayon. "Those Gameboys are a hit. Sold out in Turaben."
“Drinking won’t help you, try becoming a better person before you start drinking.” He says, looking down to them.
“Now that’s just rude, I’ve been living here forever, it’s not cramped, it’s comfy.” He sits next to them, summoning a beer.
He takes the crayon, beginning to color with them, his hands surprisingly dexterous “I’m happy to hear that, I was hoping business was good.”
"You're a friend of the man I was forced to be infatuated with, aren't you?" he says, brow furrowing. "I was under somebody else's control, thank you very much."
"You said we would move... get a new place..." he says, frowning as he snuggles up to them.
"I missed you... I hate leaving town now." he hums. The picture, though made with crayons, is quite good.
“Sarcasm is going to get you a punch in the face, and I’ve got heavy hands, so try to show some respect. I’ll try to forgive you, but I’m not somebody known for my forgiveness.”
“I did, and I meant it, but while we are still here, try not to diss the place.” He says, wrapping an arm around them.
He sighs “I miss you as well, but it is possible I could come with you on occasion if it makes you feel better.”
*Sure! Any particular character(s) you'd like to interact with?*
*Nope, trying not to be picky in any way shape or form, anyone will do.*
*Alrighty!*
KK is at the Faceless Fair, repairing one of the mannequins by re-stitching its arms back on.
The Hunter seems to watch with interest, drawing what they can assume is the mannequin in a bloody journal, his silver eyes analyzing.
She looks up at the Hunter, just now noticing him. "Oh, hi! You enjoying your time at the fair?"
“It is… slightly disappointing… I expecting some more mind rending sights but I suppose that’s just me.” He says politely, closing the journal.
"Yeah, I've been working up to making more mind-rending stuff, but the mannequins are what's popular- or rather, infamous- so they're the main theme of the place. For now, at least."
“The mannequins aren’t bad, though they hardly compare to the horrors of my home city, once again, that may simply be my perspective on the matter.” He says, pulling down his mask, revealing his surprisingly handsome face as he chews on his pencil.
"I'm curious- where is your home city? It sounds like somewhere I might want to visit in the future, from what you've said." She responds, her gaze briefly drifting to his now-visible face before looking back to the stitches in the mannequin's now-reattached arm.
“Somewhere far from here, possibly in another dimension, it is difficult to tell.” He looks at the pencil, his canines causing some good damage to the wood “I would love to have you come some time, though I recommend you stay in my home, the hotels aren’t at all safe.”
"I try to be...especially after what I did recently." he sighs, looking away from them. "But, that's done now. Do you think maybe we can find some way to figure out the cause of your... 'imperfections'?"
"Met your partner, by the way..."
“I know from whence this vessel originates. It is a punishment for my lust for power in a life gone by.”
“You did? What’d you think of him?”
"Nothing we can do about that, is there?" he frowns, rapping his claws against the counter.
He chuckles. "I messed with him a bit... asked him if he wanted some company, but told him I only date now. He told me I probably wouldn't survive the night on account of you. Other than that... he's perfect for you..." he says, frowning.
“Indeed. The harm I caused warranted such a price.”
Rio tilts his head. “Wait, what’d he mean by that?”
"Perhaps you can do better in this life, hmm?"
"I think he meant you'd kill me if I slept with him."
“Indeed, I have sought to aid in all I do.”
“Ohhh. Well yes. Yes I would.”
"Well, i'll help you in anyway I can, okay?" he says, grabbing their hands.
"It goes both ways, I assume... L-look, I don't wanna talk about it anymore." he sniffles, holding his legs, still up to his chest.
Their hands are the texture of velvet but very cold. “Thank you.”
Rio sits beside him, concerned. “Oh [gp] I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you or anything.”
"Of course, Eito." he smiles. "Can I get you anything else?"
He scoots away from Rio. "I'm not scared, of you or Samaritan. I'm just sad, and a bit mad as well..."
“No, I am alright. Your offer is truly kind.”
“Oh. Well… I’m here to listen to anything you need to get off your chest.”
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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.
He turns to him “Don’t smile at me like I’m your friend. I’m not.” He says flatly, ordering himself a barrel of something to drink.
Don comes out, cracking his shoulders and neck “Dang, Abaddon’s got so much work for me these days.”
Dracula steps out of a shadow, sitting next to them, playing some Mario and Luigi “Hello there my dear.” He says.
"Forgive me, I'm an old fool... I am not myself today." he takes another draught from his bottle of wine.
He's puffing on his Infinity Blunt. "There you are! I've been in this cramped flat for a week."
"Hi, Drac" he says, smiling. He offers them a crayon. "Those Gameboys are a hit. Sold out in Turaben."
“Drinking won’t help you, try becoming a better person before you start drinking.” He says, looking down to them.
“Now that’s just rude, I’ve been living here forever, it’s not cramped, it’s comfy.” He sits next to them, summoning a beer.
He takes the crayon, beginning to color with them, his hands surprisingly dexterous “I’m happy to hear that, I was hoping business was good.”
"You're a friend of the man I was forced to be infatuated with, aren't you?" he says, brow furrowing. "I was under somebody else's control, thank you very much."
"You said we would move... get a new place..." he says, frowning as he snuggles up to them.
"I missed you... I hate leaving town now." he hums. The picture, though made with crayons, is quite good.
“Sarcasm is going to get you a punch in the face, and I’ve got heavy hands, so try to show some respect. I’ll try to forgive you, but I’m not somebody known for my forgiveness.”
“I did, and I meant it, but while we are still here, try not to diss the place.” He says, wrapping an arm around them.
He sighs “I miss you as well, but it is possible I could come with you on occasion if it makes you feel better.”
"I am a man of honor." he says simply "The actions I have taken in the last couple of months were not my own. Honest." Rag can roll for insight here.
"I get stir crazy, sorry... Just not used to staying in one spot for so long yet..."
"It's too hard to travel with you... the sun and all..." he sighs, leaning into them
Rag chooses not to, even though his passive insight is 21. He pats their shoulder “I’m going to believe you, but if anything shows otherwise… well you’ll know.”
“I love ‘em crazy.” He kisses their forehead “I’ll get us a new place, in Hell or one of the other planes?”
“The sun only begins to truly hurt after a few hours, being an ancient vampire and all.”
He brings back a strange apparatus with old toys impaled on it. It's also got blood on it here and there. "Okay, we need to mix the proper reagents in here and leave it in the darkest place we can find." He begins to explain how it works, and it's clear whatever comes out of the machine is initially horribly toxic in every sense of the word.
She is rather surprised and a little mortified at the sight of the gruesome device. She attentively listens to his explanation, a little too stunned to speak.
After a bit of explaining, he notices her distress. "Is something wrong?"
"Another dimension, you say? Well, it seems we've that in common." She pauses a moment picking up the other of the mannequin's damaged arms and starting to stitch it back on. "I imagine the lack of refuge there is due to the mind-rending horrors?"
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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)
"Thanks, but I'm not super interested in those domains. Spring is cool, but I work year-round, and I like my flavors to match the season no matter what it is. If I took one over the others, it would make me look bad at the three I didn't pick, if only by comparison."
"Well, I can not say I did not try." he chuckles. "So, what other domains interest you?"
"I'm still looking. Hospitality seems like one that would suit me. Simple but powerful. Focused, you could say. But I think it might be a bit lawful for me."
"I'm curious- where is your home city? It sounds like somewhere I might want to visit in the future, from what you've said." She responds, her gaze briefly drifting to his now-visible face before looking back to the stitches in the mannequin's now-reattached arm.
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)
“Sarcasm is going to get you a punch in the face, and I’ve got heavy hands, so try to show some respect. I’ll try to forgive you, but I’m not somebody known for my forgiveness.”
“I did, and I meant it, but while we are still here, try not to diss the place.” He says, wrapping an arm around them.
He sighs “I miss you as well, but it is possible I could come with you on occasion if it makes you feel better.”
“Somewhere far from here, possibly in another dimension, it is difficult to tell.” He looks at the pencil, his canines causing some good damage to the wood “I would love to have you come some time, though I recommend you stay in my home, the hotels aren’t at all safe.”
“No, I am alright. Your offer is truly kind.”
“Oh. Well… I’m here to listen to anything you need to get off your chest.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Rag chooses not to, even though his passive insight is 21. He pats their shoulder “I’m going to believe you, but if anything shows otherwise… well you’ll know.”
“I love ‘em crazy.” He kisses their forehead “I’ll get us a new place, in Hell or one of the other planes?”
“The sun only begins to truly hurt after a few hours, being an ancient vampire and all.”
*Ive got to go, sorry.*
*See you around dude!*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Felix, unsure of how to help, just hugs him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Correct. I've played it multiple times.*
*Well, I know the basics. I tend to play it fast and loose.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
After a bit of explaining, he notices her distress. "Is something wrong?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut*
"Another dimension, you say? Well, it seems we've that in common." She pauses a moment picking up the other of the mannequin's damaged arms and starting to stitch it back on. "I imagine the lack of refuge there is due to the mind-rending horrors?"
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 moved here from northeastern lands and chose to stay, for there are many things to improve.”
Rio puts an arm around him and smiles reassuringly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I'm still looking. Hospitality seems like one that would suit me. Simple but powerful. Focused, you could say. But I think it might be a bit lawful for me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Your sister?”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” He slides away.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.