*So sorry, but that is a good place to finish for them.*
He takes the jar, looking at it for a moment curiously before opening it and taking a little bit, opening it before trying it. He takes a moment to process the feeling.
*Don't worry- it's all good :)*
The light was somehow processed into a more tangible form, the radiance inside the container halfway between the consistencies of jelly and syrup. It tastes like fire and radiation, and a spreading warmth fills his entire being for a few seconds after. The light in the cracks on his skin seems to shine a touch brighter afterwards, though that may just be his imagination. "What do you think?"
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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 can call upon the powers of my broken oath, I can fly, and I can frighten. All of which you have seen. What is the most power spell you might preform?"
"Power word kill or Time Stop..." he mumbles
This leaves them at a pause. "And for what reason do you mumble such power? Hopefully you do not mumble when speaking Words of Power."
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Rio presses himself closer against Samaritan, wrapping his arms around him. “Don’t apologize! You’re fine!”
“So what do you think?”
“I didn’t forget. I just hate you.” She turns to Masuki. “C’mon, let’s go. Forget about him.”
Samaritan hugs him back "Still.. I got like this with my ex-husband and now I'm doing it to you....."
"Overall, I feel as though it gets the point across. That is what it is for yes? to explain the idea."
Masuki turns and follows her quietly, hugging herself.
“Got like what?”
“Pretty much, but also to hopefully effect change in a discriminatory system.”
Mala leads her a good distance away before pausing. “You alright?”
"Worried.. fretting.. overconcerned." he shrugs.
Scott nods and hands it back "I made some notes for you."
She shakes her head and wipes her eyes.
“That just means you love me.”
“Thanks.” He flips back through it and reads the notes.
Malafasa sighs and tries to think of a way to actually console her. “I’m sorry.”
"I know but I feel like I might drive you away," he said.
There are a few about punctuation, a few about grammar, and some notes about how he likes certain parts.
"Its okay... not your fault.."
“Oh, it’d take a lot more than that to drive me away…”
Thirteen smiles. “Thanks very much for your help, my dear lad. I certainly hope it ends up being successful once it’s done.”
“So why’d they send you here? What do they want now?”
"I know.." He said, closing his eyes.
"Lad? How old are you?" He asks, tilting his head.
"I don't know... I don't get told anything.."
Rio smiles and nestles against Samaritan’s torso.
“549.”
“Okay. But from what I’ve seen, just about everyone’s here, so that means it must be a big job. But what could it be? Do they need us to kill someone? Do they need us to destroy anything? Or do they want more than an action? What if they want us to retrieve something?” Malafasa’s mind starts going furiously as she begins to speculate.
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This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"I can call upon the powers of my broken oath, I can fly, and I can frighten. All of which you have seen. What is the most power spell you might preform?"
"Power word kill or Time Stop..." he mumbles
This leaves them at a pause. "And for what reason do you mumble such power? Hopefully you do not mumble when speaking Words of Power."
"I don't like hurting people..." he says, stilling talking quietly
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*So sorry, but that is a good place to finish for them.*
He takes the jar, looking at it for a moment curiously before opening it and taking a little bit, opening it before trying it. He takes a moment to process the feeling.
*Don't worry- it's all good :)*
The light was somehow processed into a more tangible form, the radiance inside the container halfway between the consistencies of jelly and syrup. It tastes like fire and radiation, and a spreading warmth fills his entire being for a few seconds after. The light in the cracks on his skin seems to shine a touch brighter afterwards, though that may just be his imagination. "What do you think?"
He smiles at them, his eyes, as well as the cracks on his skin shifting color just a bit to match the light for a moment "It is really weird, but its good too! It's... comfortingly warm, can I have a little more?" He asks, passing them back the jar using both hands with a bright smile on his face.
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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.'
"I can call upon the powers of my broken oath, I can fly, and I can frighten. All of which you have seen. What is the most power spell you might preform?"
"Power word kill or Time Stop..." he mumbles
This leaves them at a pause. "And for what reason do you mumble such power? Hopefully you do not mumble when speaking Words of Power."
"I don't like hurting people..." he says, stilling talking quietly
"Then how about gate? Or is that not in your book?"
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"I can call upon the powers of my broken oath, I can fly, and I can frighten. All of which you have seen. What is the most power spell you might preform?"
"Power word kill or Time Stop..." he mumbles
This leaves them at a pause. "And for what reason do you mumble such power? Hopefully you do not mumble when speaking Words of Power."
"I don't like hurting people..." he says, stilling talking quietly
"Then how about gate? Or is that not in your book?"
He shakes his head. "I don't know that one..."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Then I'll make ya some." She gets up, and begins to make them some potato soup.
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.)
*Don't worry- it's all good :)*
The light was somehow processed into a more tangible form, the radiance inside the container halfway between the consistencies of jelly and syrup. It tastes like fire and radiation, and a spreading warmth fills his entire being for a few seconds after. The light in the cracks on his skin seems to shine a touch brighter afterwards, though that may just be his imagination. "What do you think?"
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)
*Hope we can continue when you get back.*
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.)
*🎵You'll remember you belong to me🎵*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Who might I be? It seems I am another undead, just as you" She stands up and walks closer
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
This leaves them at a pause. "And for what reason do you mumble such power? Hopefully you do not mumble when speaking Words of Power."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Rio smiles and nestles against Samaritan’s torso.
“549.”
“Okay. But from what I’ve seen, just about everyone’s here, so that means it must be a big job. But what could it be? Do they need us to kill someone? Do they need us to destroy anything? Or do they want more than an action? What if they want us to retrieve something?” Malafasa’s mind starts going furiously as she begins to speculate.
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Truesight*
I am hardly that, although I do not fault you for thinking as such. Want some healing, or can you manage?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I don't like hurting people..." he says, stilling talking quietly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He smiles at them, his eyes, as well as the cracks on his skin shifting color just a bit to match the light for a moment "It is really weird, but its good too! It's... comfortingly warm, can I have a little more?" He asks, passing them back the jar using both hands with a bright smile on his face.
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 sits on his bedroll.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
After a while she passes them a warm bowl of potato soup and a spoon "Here ya go."
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.)
Glad to hear of it, and the name rings a bell. To be fair, I haven't been 'round these parts in a while
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Thank you..." he takes it carefully, eating a small bite
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Then how about gate? Or is that not in your book?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He shakes his head. "I don't know that one..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I sure haven't seen ya around, but I only been here fer a few months at the most. Ya know?" He says, "Are ya a bird? Or can ya just turn inta one?"
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.)
It is made to perfection for them. Merabelle sits next to them while they eat.
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.)
"Mmm... Heard of Planeshift?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He munches on the small bits of potatoes in there, finishing his bowl without complaint.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.