*Would anyone like to pick or shall I pick from yours.*
*Unless you don’t want to I’d like for you to pick.*
*Uhhh Grimes, Sparrow and Rag.*
*Of course, here ya go.*
Grimes is preparing to kill some people, whistling to himself from a rooftop as he loads his rifle, looking at the marking on it.
Sparrow is cleaning the blood off of his hands, finally noticing the radiance around his body, and confused about it might be from.
Rag has been working out when he isn’t cooking, keeping himself the monster of strength he always is, and currently he’s actually in the forest, not working out, but writing his memoirs.
TH appears behind him, magically looking like a beautiful young woman. He fluffs his hair and smiles "There. Bound to try a fly."
Stroth watches him, still depressed, but doing better.
Samaritan walks over, waving at him.
He smiles to them from his vantage point, leaning down to aim his rifle at the area beneath him “Not as good as ya usually look, but it’ll do the trick.”
He walks over to her once his hands are clean, lighting himself a cigarette “Howdy my love.” He says.
He waves back to him, taking off his very small and entirely unnecessary glasses, putting down his pencil and paper “Hello Samaritan.”
"I am trying. Nothing special, just one I have stored in the bank." He said, his eyes turning normal after a moment.
She smiles "How're you?" She tilts her head.
"I was wondering if you would be willing to go for a jog with me?'
“If ya could get him out inta my sights, ya know that I’ll put a bullet where his brain used ta be. An’ then we can celebrate some way at another job well done.”
He smiles back at her “Better… still not good, but with ya, every day is better.” He sighs, smoke coming from his mouth, his eyes glowing softly.
He stands up, putting away his things into the hollow of a tree “If you want, I’ll try not to outpace you.” He begins stretching, not trying to pull a muscle.
He nods and dips between the tavern alley. After awhile, the man shows up, nicely dressed in a suit. He is clearly made for this.
She smiles softly "I feel the same..."
"Believe me, I am fast." He chuckles.
He locks onto their head through the barrel, humming to himself as he waits for the signal to turn his head into a mist of blood and grey matter.
He hugs her softly, leaning against her slightly “It’ll be okay some day, I love ya Stroth, more than anything.”
“Then lead the way my friend, I’ll do my best to keep up.” He continues stretching, unconcerned as his joints pop.
He watches for a moment before giving a subtle nod.
She smiles and kisses him "I know."
Samaritan suddenly speeds off, not even breaking a sweat
He fires right for the head of the disgusting man, loading the rifle quickly in case he needs to shoot again.
He kisses her back for a little moment “I want ta say it anyway, just so ya know much I mean it.”
Rag explodes after them, each step leaving footprints in the dirt as he steadily catches up to Samaritan.
*Would anyone like to pick or shall I pick from yours.*
*Unless you don’t want to I’d like for you to pick.*
*Uhhh Grimes, Sparrow and Rag.*
*Of course, here ya go.*
Grimes is preparing to kill some people, whistling to himself from a rooftop as he loads his rifle, looking at the marking on it.
Sparrow is cleaning the blood off of his hands, finally noticing the radiance around his body, and confused about it might be from.
Rag has been working out when he isn’t cooking, keeping himself the monster of strength he always is, and currently he’s actually in the forest, not working out, but writing his memoirs.
TH appears behind him, magically looking like a beautiful young woman. He fluffs his hair and smiles "There. Bound to try a fly."
Stroth watches him, still depressed, but doing better.
Samaritan walks over, waving at him.
He smiles to them from his vantage point, leaning down to aim his rifle at the area beneath him “Not as good as ya usually look, but it’ll do the trick.”
He walks over to her once his hands are clean, lighting himself a cigarette “Howdy my love.” He says.
He waves back to him, taking off his very small and entirely unnecessary glasses, putting down his pencil and paper “Hello Samaritan.”
"I am trying. Nothing special, just one I have stored in the bank." He said, his eyes turning normal after a moment.
She smiles "How're you?" She tilts her head.
"I was wondering if you would be willing to go for a jog with me?'
“If ya could get him out inta my sights, ya know that I’ll put a bullet where his brain used ta be. An’ then we can celebrate some way at another job well done.”
He smiles back at her “Better… still not good, but with ya, every day is better.” He sighs, smoke coming from his mouth, his eyes glowing softly.
He stands up, putting away his things into the hollow of a tree “If you want, I’ll try not to outpace you.” He begins stretching, not trying to pull a muscle.
He nods and dips between the tavern alley. After awhile, the man shows up, nicely dressed in a suit. He is clearly made for this.
She smiles softly "I feel the same..."
"Believe me, I am fast." He chuckles.
He locks onto their head through the barrel, humming to himself as he waits for the signal to turn his head into a mist of blood and grey matter.
He hugs her softly, leaning against her slightly “It’ll be okay some day, I love ya Stroth, more than anything.”
“Then lead the way my friend, I’ll do my best to keep up.” He continues stretching, unconcerned as his joints pop.
He watches for a moment before giving a subtle nod.
She smiles and kisses him "I know."
Samaritan suddenly speeds off, not even breaking a sweat
He fires right for the head of the disgusting man, loading the rifle quickly in case he needs to shoot again.
He kisses her back for a little moment “I want ta say it anyway, just so ya know much I mean it.”
Rag explodes after them, each step leaving footprints in the dirt as he steadily catches up to Samaritan.
The man, somehow, is still standing. He turns his head to where Grimes had fired and narrows his eyes. TH grabs his blade, his features shifting back. He attempts to stab the man in the throat but his arm is grabbed. TH drops him and the guy into his void, struggling against him.
"You mean a lot to me as well. Sparrow, words don't even begin to explain how much my heart swells and grows for you. I could never love anyone but you.."
Samaritan chuckles, somehow keeping distance between them both.
"I see... well, Felix is planning on setting up a teleportation circle here so we can easily go back and forth- you won't be far from home no matter how far the ship is." It explains. "Though, if you can't go for whatever reason... I'll make sure to bring a star back for you."
She nervously chuckles for a second, leading the way to one room containing a somewhat sickening sight. At the center of the chamber is a twenty-foot-tall prism of flesh and metal and cloth, inside of a little fenced-in area with a few signs around it showing some blueprints and notes relating to the horrific mass. Tinny radio music comes from speakers somewhere inside the prism, which also has a sealed doorway on its surface.
He thinks for a moment “I think I’ll be able to do that, but I’ll have to ask my dad, if that’s okay with you.” He says, smiling “Though… some people have said that my dad doesn’t love me… and has been lying to me, but that can’t be true… right?”
He looks to the prism with a small smile, “Ah, absolutely amazing, a true work of art.” He looks to the signs and the notes, walking around to view it from every angle he can, his smile growing as his eyes begin to leak his true insanity.
*Apologies for the delay*
It thinks for a bit. "I don't know about that first point, but I do think they haven't been entirely honest with you. If I recall correctly, last I spoke with him, he told me he planned to... there's no easy way to say this. He plans to disassemble you and effectively reset your memory."
All of the blueprints are in abhorrently vivid detail, almost looking like they're bleeding out of the page. KK looks up at the abominable prism with a sense of nostalgia. "Beautiful, isn't it? This was one of the designs I had for what would be my new body- though, it's just a replica. It was designed to pull from material around itself to build into an ever-expanding superstructure... though, this one doesn't do that, of course."
*Dont apologize, it’s okay.*
He looks to them, entirely confused “Disassemble me…? Reset my memory…? Do you think he’s done that to me before?” He asks, much more worried as his world view is continuously shattered and filled with greater and greater concern.
“Ah, unfortunate that it cannot, slaying something of that caliber would be the magnum opus of my hunter career, the chance to rend apart the flesh and metal from such an entity would be so perfect.” His eye twitches before he takes a deep breath “But it is to never be, for the best.”
It is silent for a second. "I do not know for certain, but I do know one thing. If he tries to do it again... he'll have to get past me first." It gently places a root on Tim's shoulder, leaning down slightly so its largest flower head is at eye level.
"Yes... for the best..." She responds, still wistfully looking at the horrific thing. "Though, it would certainly be a marvel to see in all its glory... perhaps another time."
Tim looks at them for a moment before smiling “T-thank you, I don’t want to forget you, or any of my friends.” He hugs them one last time before looking around “How many stars are you going to get?” He asks with the curiosity of any child.
“I would certainly assist if you attempted to create it in its true and perfect glory, only so that I may slay it, but that is more for my enjoyment than yours, so I likely may not.” He says, thinking about it before twitching, his voice changing slightly “Now I’m in control, fabulous.” He says to himself.
Before they disappear he fires a second headshot, then dropping his rifle and chasing after to do what he can, taking out the knife he has on his leg, concealed as he runs with all the want he has in his heart.
He kisses her again “Why waste time with words then, I love ya, that’ll never get the chance ta change, all o’ my heart loves ya, my soul, everythin.”
He smirks at the speed, flexing his legs as he keeps his sprint, not a race just yet, still having just a little bit of fun.
"As many as it takes." It responds with an unnerving tone of nonchalance. "None from any inhabited systems, though, provided that's possible."
"I appreciate the offer, but I don't think either of us will be able to get to assembling this thing anytime soon. Especially since as is, we'd need some... less desirable methods of creating it. If that ever changes, though, I'll let you know."
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Rio sighs and casts a few scales down at his feet. Their runes glow a soft turquoise and turn into floating disks. He then attempts to slide her on top of one and take her back to somewhere safer.
"Was this a preempted event?"
"Oh no! How come?"
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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.
"As many as it takes." It responds with an unnerving tone of nonchalance. "None from any inhabited systems, though, provided that's possible."
"I appreciate the offer, but I don't think either of us will be able to get to assembling this thing anytime soon. Especially since as is, we'd need some... less desirable methods of creating it. If that ever changes, though, I'll let you know."
“How many it takes for what? You’re going after uninhabitable places? Weren’t you going to take this one.” He points to where the sun would be at that moment with flawless accuracy.
“Oh please do, I would be happy to know something like that. Though I don’t have anything I really have anything that I could do most of the time, I could deeply use a hobby of some kind.”
Mother Misery is writing something in a journal, its pages stained with black tears.
Darius decides to walk over, or more accurately, limp over to them. Sitting down next to them, smiling softly “How are you?”
She shuts the notebook. “Alright… the weeping pox is spreading, I fear. Two new cases today, and they are both serious.”
“That is terrible, I’ll do what I can to prevent the pox from spreading, but you know I can’t do much to stop it.” He says, holding his arm for some reason.
Rio sighs and casts a few scales down at his feet. Their runes glow a soft turquoise and turn into floating disks. He then attempts to slide her on top of one and take her back to somewhere safer.
"Was this a preempted event?"
"Oh no! How come?"
She actually quite easy to move, maybe because she just so light or just drugged. She laughs silently, tears forming in her eyes.
They turn and nod. "Khemet is leaving him alone finally" The Writer said "Promised me I could have my own body." Scott nods along.
"I feel like I am stunting him as an individual. That he believes he can't tell me things for some reason." He explains.
Mother Misery is writing something in a journal, its pages stained with black tears.
Darius decides to walk over, or more accurately, limp over to them. Sitting down next to them, smiling softly “How are you?”
She shuts the notebook. “Alright… the weeping pox is spreading, I fear. Two new cases today, and they are both serious.”
“That is terrible, I’ll do what I can to prevent the pox from spreading, but you know I can’t do much to stop it.” He says, holding his arm for some reason.
Before they disappear he fires a second headshot, then dropping his rifle and chasing after to do what he can, taking out the knife he has on his leg, concealed as he runs with all the want he has in his heart.
He kisses her again “Why waste time with words then, I love ya, that’ll never get the chance ta change, all o’ my heart loves ya, my soul, everythin.”
He smirks at the speed, flexing his legs as he keeps his sprint, not a race just yet, still having just a little bit of fun.
He ends up falling into the open hole that leads to the void. Inside, the two are beating the curd out of each other. TH's mask lies broken on the ground.
She hugs him tightly, smiling more.
Samaritan chuckles "C'mon, got to work those legs." He says, grinning behind his mask.
"As many as it takes." It responds with an unnerving tone of nonchalance. "None from any inhabited systems, though, provided that's possible."
"I appreciate the offer, but I don't think either of us will be able to get to assembling this thing anytime soon. Especially since as is, we'd need some... less desirable methods of creating it. If that ever changes, though, I'll let you know."
“How many it takes for what? You’re going after uninhabitable places? Weren’t you going to take this one.” He points to where the sun would be at that moment with flawless accuracy.
“Oh please do, I would be happy to know something like that. Though I don’t have anything I really have anything that I could do most of the time, I could deeply use a hobby of some kind.”
"Plans have changed, though my goal hasn't." It pauses a moment. "We're going to surpass the gods."
"Hmm... perhaps we could work together in another way? You seem to enjoy hunting down monstrous beings, and my dear mannequins run on blood... maybe we could be business partners of sorts."
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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)
Mother Misery is writing something in a journal, its pages stained with black tears.
Darius decides to walk over, or more accurately, limp over to them. Sitting down next to them, smiling softly “How are you?”
She shuts the notebook. “Alright… the weeping pox is spreading, I fear. Two new cases today, and they are both serious.”
“That is terrible, I’ll do what I can to prevent the pox from spreading, but you know I can’t do much to stop it.” He says, holding his arm for some reason.
She sighs. “What happened to your arm?”
“Nothing, I’m fine.” He says, lying, but not moving his hand either.
Rio sighs and casts a few scales down at his feet. Their runes glow a soft turquoise and turn into floating disks. He then attempts to slide her on top of one and take her back to somewhere safer.
"Was this a preempted event?"
"Oh no! How come?"
She actually quite easy to move, maybe because she just so light or just drugged. She laughs silently, tears forming in her eyes.
They turn and nod. "Khemet is leaving him alone finally" The Writer said "Promised me I could have my own body." Scott nods along.
"I feel like I am stunting him as an individual. That he believes he can't tell me things for some reason." He explains.
Eventually Rio sets her down once he reaches the inn, sighing.
"Khemet?"
"Oh. Well, your relationship's new, right? Maybe he's just worried about burdening you with his stuff when you're still getting to know each other fully."
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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.
Mother Misery is writing something in a journal, its pages stained with black tears.
Darius decides to walk over, or more accurately, limp over to them. Sitting down next to them, smiling softly “How are you?”
She shuts the notebook. “Alright… the weeping pox is spreading, I fear. Two new cases today, and they are both serious.”
“That is terrible, I’ll do what I can to prevent the pox from spreading, but you know I can’t do much to stop it.” He says, holding his arm for some reason.
She sighs. “What happened to your arm?”
“Nothing, I’m fine.” He says, lying, but not moving his hand either.
”I won’t heal it if you don’t want me to, but at least show me what happened.”
Before they disappear he fires a second headshot, then dropping his rifle and chasing after to do what he can, taking out the knife he has on his leg, concealed as he runs with all the want he has in his heart.
He kisses her again “Why waste time with words then, I love ya, that’ll never get the chance ta change, all o’ my heart loves ya, my soul, everythin.”
He smirks at the speed, flexing his legs as he keeps his sprint, not a race just yet, still having just a little bit of fun.
He ends up falling into the open hole that leads to the void. Inside, the two are beating the curd out of each other. TH's mask lies broken on the ground.
She hugs him tightly, smiling more.
Samaritan chuckles "C'mon, got to work those legs." He says, grinning behind his mask.
He takes his knife and tosses it to TH, “Catch.” He says, knowing that they can do so much more with the knife than they could. They try to wrestle the guy off of them, attempting a suplex. Athletics:23
He hugs her back, rubbing her back comfortingly, smiling a little bit too, closing his eyes.
He begins pushing himself, making a little bit of ground every few steps, smiling wide, not getting to be pushed this often “Better not get cocky.”
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*Im back, and for one last hour.*
Vanilla is bored, making a snowman, only to smash it apart with a sledgehammer.
Mother Misery is writing something in a journal, it’s pages stained with black tears.
The Child is at the faceless fair.
He fires right for the head of the disgusting man, loading the rifle quickly in case he needs to shoot again.
He kisses her back for a little moment “I want ta say it anyway, just so ya know much I mean it.”
Rag explodes after them, each step leaving footprints in the dirt as he steadily catches up to Samaritan.
The man, somehow, is still standing. He turns his head to where Grimes had fired and narrows his eyes. TH grabs his blade, his features shifting back. He attempts to stab the man in the throat but his arm is grabbed. TH drops him and the guy into his void, struggling against him.
"You mean a lot to me as well. Sparrow, words don't even begin to explain how much my heart swells and grows for you. I could never love anyone but you.."
Samaritan chuckles, somehow keeping distance between them both.
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
Tim looks at them for a moment before smiling “T-thank you, I don’t want to forget you, or any of my friends.” He hugs them one last time before looking around “How many stars are you going to get?” He asks with the curiosity of any child.
“I would certainly assist if you attempted to create it in its true and perfect glory, only so that I may slay it, but that is more for my enjoyment than yours, so I likely may not.” He says, thinking about it before twitching, his voice changing slightly “Now I’m in control, fabulous.” He says to himself.
*Cut for Wendi.*
Before they disappear he fires a second headshot, then dropping his rifle and chasing after to do what he can, taking out the knife he has on his leg, concealed as he runs with all the want he has in his heart.
He kisses her again “Why waste time with words then, I love ya, that’ll never get the chance ta change, all o’ my heart loves ya, my soul, everythin.”
He smirks at the speed, flexing his legs as he keeps his sprint, not a race just yet, still having just a little bit of fun.
*Cut*
"As many as it takes." It responds with an unnerving tone of nonchalance. "None from any inhabited systems, though, provided that's possible."
"I appreciate the offer, but I don't think either of us will be able to get to assembling this thing anytime soon. Especially since as is, we'd need some... less desirable methods of creating it. If that ever changes, though, I'll let you know."
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)
*cut*
Rio sighs and casts a few scales down at his feet. Their runes glow a soft turquoise and turn into floating disks. He then attempts to slide her on top of one and take her back to somewhere safer.
"Was this a preempted event?"
"Oh no! How come?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Darius decides to walk over, or more accurately, limp over to them. Sitting down next to them, smiling softly “How are you?”
She shuts the notebook. “Alright… the weeping pox is spreading, I fear. Two new cases today, and they are both serious.”
“How many it takes for what? You’re going after uninhabitable places? Weren’t you going to take this one.” He points to where the sun would be at that moment with flawless accuracy.
“Oh please do, I would be happy to know something like that. Though I don’t have anything I really have anything that I could do most of the time, I could deeply use a hobby of some kind.”
“That is terrible, I’ll do what I can to prevent the pox from spreading, but you know I can’t do much to stop it.” He says, holding his arm for some reason.
She actually quite easy to move, maybe because she just so light or just drugged. She laughs silently, tears forming in her eyes.
They turn and nod. "Khemet is leaving him alone finally" The Writer said "Promised me I could have my own body." Scott nods along.
"I feel like I am stunting him as an individual. That he believes he can't tell me things for some reason." He explains.
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
She sighs. “What happened to your arm?”
He ends up falling into the open hole that leads to the void. Inside, the two are beating the curd out of each other. TH's mask lies broken on the ground.
She hugs him tightly, smiling more.
Samaritan chuckles "C'mon, got to work those legs." He says, grinning behind his mask.
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
"Plans have changed, though my goal hasn't." It pauses a moment. "We're going to surpass the gods."
"Hmm... perhaps we could work together in another way? You seem to enjoy hunting down monstrous beings, and my dear mannequins run on blood... maybe we could be business partners of sorts."
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)
“Nothing, I’m fine.” He says, lying, but not moving his hand either.
Eventually Rio sets her down once he reaches the inn, sighing.
"Khemet?"
"Oh. Well, your relationship's new, right? Maybe he's just worried about burdening you with his stuff when you're still getting to know each other fully."
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 won’t heal it if you don’t want me to, but at least show me what happened.”
He takes his knife and tosses it to TH, “Catch.” He says, knowing that they can do so much more with the knife than they could. They try to wrestle the guy off of them, attempting a suplex. Athletics:23
He hugs her back, rubbing her back comfortingly, smiling a little bit too, closing his eyes.
He begins pushing himself, making a little bit of ground every few steps, smiling wide, not getting to be pushed this often “Better not get cocky.”