*Guess I’m not dead anymore, does anybody want to rp while I’m here?*
*Nobody? Maybe later.*
*I'd love to rp, if you want! Any particular character you'd like?*
*Oh you do? Anyone is fine, I’m just happy to rp, I do have a pirate character.*
*Alrighty! Here ya go!*
Helianth has packed up the picnic for a later time, and is running diagnostics on all the machines across the ship.
They hear a knock in the ship’s door, someone at the door. If Helitanth checks who it is, it isnt Tim, nor his father or sister, but who must be his brother, giving a friendly smile.
Helianth does check the door, one of its sunflower heads peeking through the gap in the door to see them. "Hello there." It rasps.
“Hello there, you are a friend of Tim’s right?” He asks, leaning against the door frame, crossing his arms, “Nice to meet you Helianth, it really is.”
"I am, yes." It replies. "Nice to meet you as well. What is your name, and what brings you here?"
“I’m Tony, Tim’s older brother as you can guess. I’m here to thank you, Tim has told me so much about his friends.”
You slowly descend against a cliff face into what seems like a cavern. However, upon turning, you find yourself in a desolate, expansive realm. The skies are a dull blood red, and the fog is still present. You’re upon a hill-like landform, covered only in dead grasses. Near its base winds a small, dirty river. Nothing is alive that you can see.
Thirteen sighs, while Caramel climbs into the Writer’s lap, purring.
"Who're you?" He asks, tilting his head.
He looks around slowly, keeping an eye on everything before calling out for Riotan.
The Writer grins and sticks out his tongue at the other two.
God of the stream.
As you make your progress through the strange realm, you find what looks like a burned and abandoned rural village. Baskets, pottery shards, staffs, flint knives, old bones, and small serpentine idols litter the ground and the charred homes. At the very center stands Riotan, but he looks… strange.
Caramel purrs and Thirteen scowls.
"Ah, freshwater?" He asked "What are ya doing in the salty kind?"
Samaritan softens his position, his military senses kicking in. "Babe?.."
Scott sighs "I need coffee or something." He said.
Just looking around.
Rio turns around and immediately looks normal again. “Samaritan! I’m so glad you’re here! I ought to have cleaned up, my place is a mess!”
"You okay in the water though?" He asks, tilting his head to the side curiously.
"Riotan... What happened?" He asks, his tone soft but stern "I saw the difference between a few seconds ago and now?"
Yes. It’s like when you submerge yourself in any kind of water, whereas to me, freshwater feels like air.
”I just remembered some old things that happened here. But you always cheer me up whenever I see you!”
Thirteen stands and heads to make beverages for everyone.
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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.
*Oh, that's a really cool idea! I look forward to whatever you create, friend! As for the faction's name... I was initially thinking of something simple like 'The Ferriers' or 'Children of Charon', but I'm still yet to decide for certain.*
"I've been looking into broadening my horizons, so to speak- studying ways to create something like the mannequins-" She gestures to the mannequin that's been following her. "-only a more 'incomprehensible' kind of horror. I've also created an amusement park of sorts, with the help of a good friend of mine, and business is booming so far."
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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)
*I want to bring in Dyscharist, but I don't know what I can do to make his introduction cool. Maybe he's riding a giant construct/monster or something, but I've done that a lot.*
*I also forgot most details of his design, so I need to rework that. I remember he's handsome and he wears a turtleneck and a duster, but that's about it. I'm considering giving him wild hair, and possibly some sort of supernatural feature. Maybe his hair is the supernatural feature. You know, flowing, prehensile locks.*
*I don't know. I've been working on this for like an hour.*
*Bro, Cyberpunk Edgerunners kills me emotionally pro, it’s rare I get attached to characters like I did with that show, and it’s only ten episodes bro… it kills me. Anyway, I’ll stop being sad, anyone else wanna rp?*
*Oh, that's a really cool idea! I look forward to whatever you create, friend! As for the faction's name... I was initially thinking of something simple like 'The Ferriers' or 'Children of Charon', but I'm still yet to decide for certain.*
"I've been looking into broadening my horizons, so to speak- studying ways to create something like the mannequins-" She gestures to the mannequin that's been following her. "-only a more 'incomprehensible' kind of horror. I've also created an amusement park of sorts, with the help of a good friend of mine, and business is booming so far."
*ooh, I love those names!*
the theme park seems to catch her interest. “Ooh, how fun! Who’s your business partner?”
You slowly descend against a cliff face into what seems like a cavern. However, upon turning, you find yourself in a desolate, expansive realm. The skies are a dull blood red, and the fog is still present. You’re upon a hill-like landform, covered only in dead grasses. Near its base winds a small, dirty river. Nothing is alive that you can see.
Thirteen sighs, while Caramel climbs into the Writer’s lap, purring.
"Who're you?" He asks, tilting his head.
He looks around slowly, keeping an eye on everything before calling out for Riotan.
The Writer grins and sticks out his tongue at the other two.
God of the stream.
As you make your progress through the strange realm, you find what looks like a burned and abandoned rural village. Baskets, pottery shards, staffs, flint knives, old bones, and small serpentine idols litter the ground and the charred homes. At the very center stands Riotan, but he looks… strange.
Caramel purrs and Thirteen scowls.
"Ah, freshwater?" He asked "What are ya doing in the salty kind?"
Samaritan softens his position, his military senses kicking in. "Babe?.."
Scott sighs "I need coffee or something." He said.
Just looking around.
Rio turns around and immediately looks normal again. “Samaritan! I’m so glad you’re here! I ought to have cleaned up, my place is a mess!”
"You okay in the water though?" He asks, tilting his head to the side curiously.
"Riotan... What happened?" He asks, his tone soft but stern "I saw the difference between a few seconds ago and now?"
Yes. It’s like when you submerge yourself in any kind of water, whereas to me, freshwater feels like air.
”I just remembered some old things that happened here. But you always cheer me up whenever I see you!”
Thirteen stands and heads to make beverages for everyone.
"Huh, never thought bout it like that, then again, the fish move as they do so it makes sense for you to as well." He grins.
Samaritan narrows his eyes and gently cradles Riotan's head "Babe, please tell me.. I want to help you."
The Writer follows him, presumably with Caramel still on her person.
*Oh, that's a really cool idea! I look forward to whatever you create, friend! As for the faction's name... I was initially thinking of something simple like 'The Ferriers' or 'Children of Charon', but I'm still yet to decide for certain.*
"I've been looking into broadening my horizons, so to speak- studying ways to create something like the mannequins-" She gestures to the mannequin that's been following her. "-only a more 'incomprehensible' kind of horror. I've also created an amusement park of sorts, with the help of a good friend of mine, and business is booming so far."
*ooh, I love those names!*
the theme park seems to catch her interest. “Ooh, how fun! Who’s your business partner?”
*Thanks! I was thinking the patron of the faction- the deep sea eldritch monster with an appetite for souls- would be named Charon, so I might go with Children of Charon or something similar.*
"A Nightmare Lord by the name of Podmorski." She responds with unusual nonchalance. "Their hotel business is partnered with the park, and they helped a lot with assembling the place."
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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)
*Bro, Cyberpunk Edgerunners kills me emotionally pro, it’s rare I get attached to characters like I did with that show, and it’s only ten episodes bro… it kills me. Anyway, I’ll stop being sad, anyone else wanna rp?*
*Anybody? Really? Just making sure.*
*Dang, nobody wants to rp? It’s all good, I’ll be chillin’ if anybody needs me for anything.*
You slowly descend against a cliff face into what seems like a cavern. However, upon turning, you find yourself in a desolate, expansive realm. The skies are a dull blood red, and the fog is still present. You’re upon a hill-like landform, covered only in dead grasses. Near its base winds a small, dirty river. Nothing is alive that you can see.
Thirteen sighs, while Caramel climbs into the Writer’s lap, purring.
"Who're you?" He asks, tilting his head.
He looks around slowly, keeping an eye on everything before calling out for Riotan.
The Writer grins and sticks out his tongue at the other two.
God of the stream.
As you make your progress through the strange realm, you find what looks like a burned and abandoned rural village. Baskets, pottery shards, staffs, flint knives, old bones, and small serpentine idols litter the ground and the charred homes. At the very center stands Riotan, but he looks… strange.
Caramel purrs and Thirteen scowls.
"Ah, freshwater?" He asked "What are ya doing in the salty kind?"
Samaritan softens his position, his military senses kicking in. "Babe?.."
Scott sighs "I need coffee or something." He said.
Just looking around.
Rio turns around and immediately looks normal again. “Samaritan! I’m so glad you’re here! I ought to have cleaned up, my place is a mess!”
"You okay in the water though?" He asks, tilting his head to the side curiously.
"Riotan... What happened?" He asks, his tone soft but stern "I saw the difference between a few seconds ago and now?"
Yes. It’s like when you submerge yourself in any kind of water, whereas to me, freshwater feels like air.
”I just remembered some old things that happened here. But you always cheer me up whenever I see you!”
Thirteen stands and heads to make beverages for everyone.
"Huh, never thought bout it like that, then again, the fish move as they do so it makes sense for you to as well." He grins.
Samaritan narrows his eyes and gently cradles Riotan's head "Babe, please tell me.. I want to help you."
The Writer follows him, presumably with Caramel still on her person.
I do not know. This is just how I am.
“Babe, I’m fine. I’m just working on, you know, setting the full incursion into place.”
Thirteen starts preparing tea for everyone. Caramel clambers up onto the Writer’s shoulder.
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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.
You slowly descend against a cliff face into what seems like a cavern. However, upon turning, you find yourself in a desolate, expansive realm. The skies are a dull blood red, and the fog is still present. You’re upon a hill-like landform, covered only in dead grasses. Near its base winds a small, dirty river. Nothing is alive that you can see.
Thirteen sighs, while Caramel climbs into the Writer’s lap, purring.
"Who're you?" He asks, tilting his head.
He looks around slowly, keeping an eye on everything before calling out for Riotan.
The Writer grins and sticks out his tongue at the other two.
God of the stream.
As you make your progress through the strange realm, you find what looks like a burned and abandoned rural village. Baskets, pottery shards, staffs, flint knives, old bones, and small serpentine idols litter the ground and the charred homes. At the very center stands Riotan, but he looks… strange.
Caramel purrs and Thirteen scowls.
"Ah, freshwater?" He asked "What are ya doing in the salty kind?"
Samaritan softens his position, his military senses kicking in. "Babe?.."
Scott sighs "I need coffee or something." He said.
Just looking around.
Rio turns around and immediately looks normal again. “Samaritan! I’m so glad you’re here! I ought to have cleaned up, my place is a mess!”
"You okay in the water though?" He asks, tilting his head to the side curiously.
"Riotan... What happened?" He asks, his tone soft but stern "I saw the difference between a few seconds ago and now?"
Yes. It’s like when you submerge yourself in any kind of water, whereas to me, freshwater feels like air.
”I just remembered some old things that happened here. But you always cheer me up whenever I see you!”
Thirteen stands and heads to make beverages for everyone.
"Huh, never thought bout it like that, then again, the fish move as they do so it makes sense for you to as well." He grins.
Samaritan narrows his eyes and gently cradles Riotan's head "Babe, please tell me.. I want to help you."
The Writer follows him, presumably with Caramel still on her person.
I do not know. This is just how I am.
“Babe, I’m fine. I’m just working on, you know, setting the full incursion into place.”
Thirteen starts preparing tea for everyone. Caramel clambers up onto the Writer’s shoulder.
"Huh, can you move out of the bodies of water?" He asks.
He looks worried "Riotan. I feel like I am an issue, that you feel like you can't tell me what is going through that brain of yours. Maybe I am just reading to heavily between the lines, looking for something that isn't there but if there is something that you aren't telling me, I want you to tell me so I can try and help you."
The Writer grins at her and then let's her head "Can you get me a whiskey?" He asks Thirteen.
*Bro, Cyberpunk Edgerunners kills me emotionally pro, it’s rare I get attached to characters like I did with that show, and it’s only ten episodes bro… it kills me. Anyway, I’ll stop being sad, anyone else wanna rp?*
*Anybody? Really? Just making sure.*
*Dang, nobody wants to rp? It’s all good, I’ll be chillin’ if anybody needs me for anything.*
*Oh, that's a really cool idea! I look forward to whatever you create, friend! As for the faction's name... I was initially thinking of something simple like 'The Ferriers' or 'Children of Charon', but I'm still yet to decide for certain.*
"I've been looking into broadening my horizons, so to speak- studying ways to create something like the mannequins-" She gestures to the mannequin that's been following her. "-only a more 'incomprehensible' kind of horror. I've also created an amusement park of sorts, with the help of a good friend of mine, and business is booming so far."
*ooh, I love those names!*
the theme park seems to catch her interest. “Ooh, how fun! Who’s your business partner?”
*Thanks! I was thinking the patron of the faction- the deep sea eldritch monster with an appetite for souls- would be named Charon, so I might go with Children of Charon or something similar.*
"A Nightmare Lord by the name of Podmorski." She responds with unusual nonchalance. "Their hotel business is partnered with the park, and they helped a lot with assembling the place."
*how fun! I’m hoping to publish the thread in a week or less, it really depends on how active Gradius is. But that sounds like an awesome idea, who would be their ‘captain,’?*
as she is saying this, Aurelia is sipping her tea. When she says ‘Podmorski,’ Aurelia’s eyes widen. When she finishes speaking, she quickly sets down her teacup. “P-Podmorski, you say?”
You slowly descend against a cliff face into what seems like a cavern. However, upon turning, you find yourself in a desolate, expansive realm. The skies are a dull blood red, and the fog is still present. You’re upon a hill-like landform, covered only in dead grasses. Near its base winds a small, dirty river. Nothing is alive that you can see.
Thirteen sighs, while Caramel climbs into the Writer’s lap, purring.
"Who're you?" He asks, tilting his head.
He looks around slowly, keeping an eye on everything before calling out for Riotan.
The Writer grins and sticks out his tongue at the other two.
God of the stream.
As you make your progress through the strange realm, you find what looks like a burned and abandoned rural village. Baskets, pottery shards, staffs, flint knives, old bones, and small serpentine idols litter the ground and the charred homes. At the very center stands Riotan, but he looks… strange.
Caramel purrs and Thirteen scowls.
"Ah, freshwater?" He asked "What are ya doing in the salty kind?"
Samaritan softens his position, his military senses kicking in. "Babe?.."
Scott sighs "I need coffee or something." He said.
Just looking around.
Rio turns around and immediately looks normal again. “Samaritan! I’m so glad you’re here! I ought to have cleaned up, my place is a mess!”
"You okay in the water though?" He asks, tilting his head to the side curiously.
"Riotan... What happened?" He asks, his tone soft but stern "I saw the difference between a few seconds ago and now?"
Yes. It’s like when you submerge yourself in any kind of water, whereas to me, freshwater feels like air.
”I just remembered some old things that happened here. But you always cheer me up whenever I see you!”
Thirteen stands and heads to make beverages for everyone.
"Huh, never thought bout it like that, then again, the fish move as they do so it makes sense for you to as well." He grins.
Samaritan narrows his eyes and gently cradles Riotan's head "Babe, please tell me.. I want to help you."
The Writer follows him, presumably with Caramel still on her person.
I do not know. This is just how I am.
“Babe, I’m fine. I’m just working on, you know, setting the full incursion into place.”
Thirteen starts preparing tea for everyone. Caramel clambers up onto the Writer’s shoulder.
"Huh, can you move out of the bodies of water?" He asks.
He looks worried "Riotan. I feel like I am an issue, that you feel like you can't tell me what is going through that brain of yours. Maybe I am just reading to heavily between the lines, looking for something that isn't there but if there is something that you aren't telling me, I want you to tell me so I can try and help you."
The Writer grins at her and then lets her head "Can you get me a whiskey?" He asks Thirteen.
Yes, but not forever.
Rio looks once again saddened. “I’m sorry… I haven’t been trying to keep you shut out. I don’t have any secrets that I’m trying to keep from you, I promise.” He leans forward, raises onto his tiptoes, and kisses you.
“…sure.”
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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.
You slowly descend against a cliff face into what seems like a cavern. However, upon turning, you find yourself in a desolate, expansive realm. The skies are a dull blood red, and the fog is still present. You’re upon a hill-like landform, covered only in dead grasses. Near its base winds a small, dirty river. Nothing is alive that you can see.
Thirteen sighs, while Caramel climbs into the Writer’s lap, purring.
"Who're you?" He asks, tilting his head.
He looks around slowly, keeping an eye on everything before calling out for Riotan.
The Writer grins and sticks out his tongue at the other two.
God of the stream.
As you make your progress through the strange realm, you find what looks like a burned and abandoned rural village. Baskets, pottery shards, staffs, flint knives, old bones, and small serpentine idols litter the ground and the charred homes. At the very center stands Riotan, but he looks… strange.
Caramel purrs and Thirteen scowls.
"Ah, freshwater?" He asked "What are ya doing in the salty kind?"
Samaritan softens his position, his military senses kicking in. "Babe?.."
Scott sighs "I need coffee or something." He said.
Just looking around.
Rio turns around and immediately looks normal again. “Samaritan! I’m so glad you’re here! I ought to have cleaned up, my place is a mess!”
"You okay in the water though?" He asks, tilting his head to the side curiously.
"Riotan... What happened?" He asks, his tone soft but stern "I saw the difference between a few seconds ago and now?"
Yes. It’s like when you submerge yourself in any kind of water, whereas to me, freshwater feels like air.
”I just remembered some old things that happened here. But you always cheer me up whenever I see you!”
Thirteen stands and heads to make beverages for everyone.
"Huh, never thought bout it like that, then again, the fish move as they do so it makes sense for you to as well." He grins.
Samaritan narrows his eyes and gently cradles Riotan's head "Babe, please tell me.. I want to help you."
The Writer follows him, presumably with Caramel still on her person.
I do not know. This is just how I am.
“Babe, I’m fine. I’m just working on, you know, setting the full incursion into place.”
Thirteen starts preparing tea for everyone. Caramel clambers up onto the Writer’s shoulder.
"Huh, can you move out of the bodies of water?" He asks.
He looks worried "Riotan. I feel like I am an issue, that you feel like you can't tell me what is going through that brain of yours. Maybe I am just reading to heavily between the lines, looking for something that isn't there but if there is something that you aren't telling me, I want you to tell me so I can try and help you."
The Writer grins at her and then lets her head "Can you get me a whiskey?" He asks Thirteen.
Yes, but not forever.
Rio looks once again saddened. “I’m sorry… I haven’t been trying to keep you shut out. I don’t have any secrets that I’m trying to keep from you, I promise.” He leans forward, raises onto his tiptoes, and kisses you.
And you as well. If you seek my blessing, find the river’s leanest den.
Rio smiles. “Don’t feel the need to apologize. I mean, even if they aren’t secrets, there are just a few things I never thought to tell you that I should.”
Thirteen sighs and goes to pay for and retrieve it. Caramel leaps off of the Writer and goes to start packing up the game.
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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.
And you as well. If you seek my blessing, find the river’s leanest den.
Rio smiles. “Don’t feel the need to apologize. I mean, even if they aren’t secrets, there are just a few things I never thought to tell you that I should.”
Thirteen sighs and goes to pay for and retrieve it. Caramel leaps off of the Writer and goes to start packing up the game.
He grins again "Oh, I don't sail the seas in a way. I sail the silvery waters of the astral plane actually!"
He takes off his mask and rubs his eyes "I am a fool, thinking things that are not really there.."
And you as well. If you seek my blessing, find the river’s leanest den.
Rio smiles. “Don’t feel the need to apologize. I mean, even if they aren’t secrets, there are just a few things I never thought to tell you that I should.”
Thirteen sighs and goes to pay for and retrieve it. Caramel leaps off of the Writer and goes to start packing up the game.
He grins again "Oh, I don't sail the seas in a way. I sail the silvery waters of the astral plane actually!"
He takes off his mask and rubs his eyes "I am a fool, thinking things that are not really there.."
Scott helps her as the Writer lies on the ground.
Suhou just looks really confused.
“You’re not a fool! I’m a tricky guy. I oughtn’t to be trusted too heavily by anyone, honestly.” Rio giggles a little.
Thirteen comes back with three mugs of different teas and a bottle of single cask malt whiskey.
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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.
*Bro, Cyberpunk Edgerunners kills me emotionally pro, it’s rare I get attached to characters like I did with that show, and it’s only ten episodes bro… it kills me. Anyway, I’ll stop being sad, anyone else wanna rp?*
*Anybody? Really? Just making sure.*
*Dang, nobody wants to rp? It’s all good, I’ll be chillin’ if anybody needs me for anything.*
*I SHALL RP WITH THEE.*
*Oh sorry, you will? That’s cool, would you like anyone?*
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“I’m Tony, Tim’s older brother as you can guess. I’m here to thank you, Tim has told me so much about his friends.”
Yes. It’s like when you submerge yourself in any kind of water, whereas to me, freshwater feels like air.
”I just remembered some old things that happened here. But you always cheer me up whenever I see you!”
Thirteen stands and heads to make beverages for everyone.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Oh, that's a really cool idea! I look forward to whatever you create, friend! As for the faction's name... I was initially thinking of something simple like 'The Ferriers' or 'Children of Charon', but I'm still yet to decide for certain.*
"I've been looking into broadening my horizons, so to speak- studying ways to create something like the mannequins-" She gestures to the mannequin that's been following her. "-only a more 'incomprehensible' kind of horror. I've also created an amusement park of sorts, with the help of a good friend of mine, and business is booming so far."
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 want to bring in Dyscharist, but I don't know what I can do to make his introduction cool. Maybe he's riding a giant construct/monster or something, but I've done that a lot.*
*I also forgot most details of his design, so I need to rework that. I remember he's handsome and he wears a turtleneck and a duster, but that's about it. I'm considering giving him wild hair, and possibly some sort of supernatural feature. Maybe his hair is the supernatural feature. You know, flowing, prehensile locks.*
*I don't know. I've been working on this for like an hour.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Anybody? Really? Just making sure.*
*ooh, I love those names!*
the theme park seems to catch her interest. “Ooh, how fun! Who’s your business partner?”
"Huh, never thought bout it like that, then again, the fish move as they do so it makes sense for you to as well." He grins.
Samaritan narrows his eyes and gently cradles Riotan's head "Babe, please tell me.. I want to help you."
The Writer follows him, presumably with Caramel still on her person.
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
*Thanks! I was thinking the patron of the faction- the deep sea eldritch monster with an appetite for souls- would be named Charon, so I might go with Children of Charon or something similar.*
"A Nightmare Lord by the name of Podmorski." She responds with unusual nonchalance. "Their hotel business is partnered with the park, and they helped a lot with assembling the place."
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's shrimple. We krill the Batman.*
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
*Dang, nobody wants to rp? It’s all good, I’ll be chillin’ if anybody needs me for anything.*
I do not know. This is just how I am.
“Babe, I’m fine. I’m just working on, you know, setting the full incursion into place.”
Thirteen starts preparing tea for everyone. Caramel clambers up onto the Writer’s shoulder.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Huh, can you move out of the bodies of water?" He asks.
He looks worried "Riotan. I feel like I am an issue, that you feel like you can't tell me what is going through that brain of yours. Maybe I am just reading to heavily between the lines, looking for something that isn't there but if there is something that you aren't telling me, I want you to tell me so I can try and help you."
The Writer grins at her and then let's her head "Can you get me a whiskey?" He asks Thirteen.
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 SHALL RP WITH THEE.*
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 fun! I’m hoping to publish the thread in a week or less, it really depends on how active Gradius is. But that sounds like an awesome idea, who would be their ‘captain,’?*
as she is saying this, Aurelia is sipping her tea. When she says ‘Podmorski,’ Aurelia’s eyes widen. When she finishes speaking, she quickly sets down her teacup. “P-Podmorski, you say?”
Yes, but not forever.
Rio looks once again saddened. “I’m sorry… I haven’t been trying to keep you shut out. I don’t have any secrets that I’m trying to keep from you, I promise.” He leans forward, raises onto his tiptoes, and kisses you.
“…sure.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Huh, well it nice to meet ya?" He said, beaming.
Samaritan sighs, rubbing his face "I'm sorry..."
"Mui gracias." He grins.
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
And you as well. If you seek my blessing, find the river’s leanest den.
Rio smiles. “Don’t feel the need to apologize. I mean, even if they aren’t secrets, there are just a few things I never thought to tell you that I should.”
Thirteen sighs and goes to pay for and retrieve it. Caramel leaps off of the Writer and goes to start packing up the game.
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 grins again "Oh, I don't sail the seas in a way. I sail the silvery waters of the astral plane actually!"
He takes off his mask and rubs his eyes "I am a fool, thinking things that are not really there.."
Scott helps her as the Writer lies on the ground.
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
Suhou just looks really confused.
“You’re not a fool! I’m a tricky guy. I oughtn’t to be trusted too heavily by anyone, honestly.” Rio giggles a little.
Thirteen comes back with three mugs of different teas and a bottle of single cask malt whiskey.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Oh sorry, you will? That’s cool, would you like anyone?*