Even from just a drop of the Old Blood, the mannequins gain an overpowering hunger for flesh, tearing open makeshift mouths on their faceless heads to attempt to feast... seconds before Henry swiftly cleaves them in half or lops off their limbs or uses some other impressive display of combat prowess to dispatch them. KK sees the carnage, and starts picking up and detaching the dead mannequin's limbs for assembling future projects. "How're the tests going?" She asks Henry as she disassembles the bodies with a seam ripper and surgical precision.
The crooked sunflower seems quite happy that anyone at all is here to join it on its voyage. "I see you're practicing magic." It says, upon watching him attempt to cast a spell. "What's your favorite spell you've attempted so far?"
He begins to clean his short swords, which have gotten entirely covered in blood by the times he's had to kill them "Unfortunately poorly in terms of trying to cause some benefit to the beings. In terms of satisfying my want to hunt, it is doing quite well. How are you doing dear?" He asks, sheathing the cleaned blades and assisting in the disassembling of the creatures, his mask off much more often.
He looks up from the book to them, smiling wide "Watch this!" He says the words, failing the first few times, but he then casts Light, though he still hasn't managed to control how powerful it becomes, causing it to be incredibly bright once more.
"I'm doing alright- been spending most of the day so far patching things up. Mannequins, clothes, a hole in reality... you know, the usual." She responds. One of the barely-alive mannequin's head snaps at her furiously with its new mouth, only for her to coldly stab it in the neck with her seam ripper, killing it, before continuing her work like nothing happened. "And how are you doing, dear?"
"My... that was incredible!" It responds, genuinely proud of Tim- it doesn't even try to absorb the spell's glow. "Seems you're getting the hang of it rather quickly. Now that I think of it, once we get a star, you may be able to use part of it for your spells."
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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)
"I'm doing alright- been spending most of the day so far patching things up. Mannequins, clothes, a hole in reality... you know, the usual." She responds. One of the barely-alive mannequin's head snaps at her furiously with its new mouth, only for her to coldly stab it in the neck with her seam ripper, killing it, before continuing her work like nothing happened. "And how are you doing, dear?"
"My... that was incredible!" It responds, genuinely proud of Tim- it doesn't even try to absorb the spell's glow. "Seems you're getting the hang of it rather quickly. Now that I think of it, once we get a star, you may be able to use part of it for your spells."
"I am doing well, the occasional mannequin manages to land a hit on me, but I am mostly fine, a few crushed ribs, you know, the usual." He chuckles, taking off his hat and using it to dust himself off "I wish I could help more, though you know how limited my skill set is. Most of my skills are killing, or the opposite, my medical understanding may be able to help, if I knew what to do."
He smiles at them "I can only cast that for now... and I don't know how to make it any dimmer, but some day I'll be able to do more! I promise!" He says, closing the book and standing up "Having a star would be really cool."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Im...fine I suppose." he says with a smile. "Struggling to keep the financial part up. Happens when ya have 3 kids.."
"O-oliver." he stammers
*Good to see you too. Carceri is lonely sometimes :P*
"Ah, I understand. Who might they be?" Raphael asks, sitting down next to Theren.
Lazarus thinks for a second. "A feyish hexblood, I take it? Or some minor planeswalker?" They ask, walking over
*Indeed*
"Well, there's Harmonia. Lore and I's kiddo. Oval...she...she passed. We are takin care of her daughter Soul now. And we have another kid on the way.."
He shakes his head, pointing at his elven ears. "H-high Elf.."
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Im...fine I suppose." he says with a smile. "Struggling to keep the financial part up. Happens when ya have 3 kids.."
"O-oliver." he stammers
*Good to see you too. Carceri is lonely sometimes :P*
"Ah, I understand. Who might they be?" Raphael asks, sitting down next to Theren.
Lazarus thinks for a second. "A feyish hexblood, I take it? Or some minor planeswalker?" They ask, walking over
*Indeed*
"Well, there's Harmonia. Lore and I's kiddo. Oval...she...she passed. We are takin care of her daughter Soul now. And we have another kid on the way.."
He shakes his head, pointing at his elven ears. "H-high Elf.."
*And for the first time in a while, I got a new character idea*
"Glad to hear you two are doing well." They respond with a smile.
They squat down to the 13-year-old's level. "Afriad?" They say, bearing their vampiric teeth
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She sighs "Do they have a place ta stay? I'd be happy ta give 'em somewhere."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He nods. "They do...they were just people watching.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*The one and only. I've reawakened from my hibernation*
Raphael sets down her book and walks over to her friend with a smile. "How are you, old friend?"
Lazarus takes a break from their chopping to look over at Oliver. "Who be you, youngling?"
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She smiles "Good, I don't want anybody ta not have a home. Speakin' o' which, are ya enjoyin' the cave?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I'm doing alright- been spending most of the day so far patching things up. Mannequins, clothes, a hole in reality... you know, the usual." She responds. One of the barely-alive mannequin's head snaps at her furiously with its new mouth, only for her to coldly stab it in the neck with her seam ripper, killing it, before continuing her work like nothing happened. "And how are you doing, dear?"
"My... that was incredible!" It responds, genuinely proud of Tim- it doesn't even try to absorb the spell's glow. "Seems you're getting the hang of it rather quickly. Now that I think of it, once we get a star, you may be able to use part of it for your spells."
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)
“Oh, I’m sorry. Are you well?”
Eito inclines their head. “I am sorry I repelled them.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*It's good to see you!*
"Im...fine I suppose." he says with a smile. "Struggling to keep the financial part up. Happens when ya have 3 kids.."
"O-oliver." he stammers
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Yes, because you’re definitely suited to do something like that. Don’t waste your own time.”
“It’s fine! I can heal myself, no problem.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He nods quickly. "Yes.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods. "Just dealing with financial strain."
"It's okay..." he mumbles, looking at them.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Good to see you too. Carceri is lonely sometimes :P*
"Ah, I understand. Who might they be?" Raphael asks, sitting down next to Theren.
Lazarus thinks for a second. "A feyish hexblood, I take it? Or some minor planeswalker?" They ask, walking over
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I am doing well, the occasional mannequin manages to land a hit on me, but I am mostly fine, a few crushed ribs, you know, the usual." He chuckles, taking off his hat and using it to dust himself off "I wish I could help more, though you know how limited my skill set is. Most of my skills are killing, or the opposite, my medical understanding may be able to help, if I knew what to do."
He smiles at them "I can only cast that for now... and I don't know how to make it any dimmer, but some day I'll be able to do more! I promise!" He says, closing the book and standing up "Having a star would be really cool."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“Is that so? Can I offer any aid?”
“Are you physically healthy?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Indeed*
"Well, there's Harmonia. Lore and I's kiddo. Oval...she...she passed. We are takin care of her daughter Soul now. And we have another kid on the way.."
He shakes his head, pointing at his elven ears. "H-high Elf.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He rolls his eyes "It's called having faith in someone else. You shouldn't push people away when they are trying to help you."
"You can, but you shouldn't have to."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Is that really how ya feel? Do ya want anythin' ta make it better?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"If you've got a few thousand gold, sure. Other than that, might have to raid a dungeon to sell some stuff for coin."
He nods, fidgeting with his wooden staff.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He shakes his head. "No...I do have something cool to show you!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*And for the first time in a while, I got a new character idea*
"Glad to hear you two are doing well." They respond with a smile.
They squat down to the 13-year-old's level. "Afriad?" They say, bearing their vampiric teeth
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Whose in the main room?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now