She is in absolute awe at the sight, not entirely sure if it's an illusion or not and not really caring. "Whoa... It's so beautiful..." She mutters, a faint reflection of the stars she's looking at in her eyes. "How- how did you do that?"
She chuckles as well, blushing a bit. "I- I don't think the sight compares even slightly to you either." She responds, looking back at him.
She looks around with them, standing back up and leading them through the terrain, though she knows it is the same "It ain't nothin' too strong, just an illusion. A 7th level spell called Mirage Arcane. I just wanted ta show ya this."
He shakes his head, his hair shaking softly with it, looking to them. He leans in, and gives them a kiss "You flatter me, thank you."
"7th level? I didn't even know there were spell levels that high." She responds, following Merabelle while being careful not to trip on any invisible rocks or the like.
"I mean it- you're beautiful- or handsome, if that's what you prefer." She kisses him back, smiling warmly.
"There are spells all the way up ta the 9th level lil Omori, sweetheart, an' ya are gonna be able to cast at least some of 'em. Have ya been keepin' up with yer practicin'?"
He smiles back at them, shaking his head, his eyes looking into theirs lovingly "Either is fine, you are just as so, if not infinitely more than I."
"I've been doing my best. Still can't quite figure out Starry Wisp, but I've been getting more used to casting the spells I already know. Get it down to muscle memory, you know?"
She places a hand on his shoulder, looking back into his eyes with all of hers. "No, you're just as infinitely so. Inside and out."
"I'm happy ta hear that, I know you'll get it under yer umbrella o' all the spells you'll know, it'll just take ya some time. Yer a prodigy, but that doesn't mean ya ain't allowed ta slow down sometimes. Remember that will ya?"
He looks away as not to start crying again, speaking softly "Thank you, I feel the same towards you." He runs a hand through his hair "All of us in here do."
"I'll remember that." She simply responds, continuing to walk amongst the stars with her.
KK also looks back at the terrifying view, not saying anything else. After a few seconds, she leans a bit on his shoulder.
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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 looks to his hand, and shakes his head "N-no... dad says that this happens when I get stronger... but dad has lied before..."
"You will owe me nothing. You may know Dragonkin, but you do not know me my friend." He says, smiling and beginning to remove the skin with a claw.
They nod in understanding. "Still, care and attention are wanted. How might I help?" Lysander asks, while casting identify on them
"Mmm... Who are you?" The vamprie asks, skinning the other side
They find that his body is built out of a vast array of powerful magical items, including his eyes which seem to shift color constantly "I... don't know..." He holds up his hot cocoa "It's really hot."
"Rag, friend. Or at least I try to be a friend." He sits down as to not tower over them as much.
They use prestidigiation to cool it down slightly. "Does that help?"
"That is a name, a title. My name is Lazarus, but that is not who I am. I am a Captain of the City Guard, I am a Vampire, an Oathbreaker, a Widower, and so much more."
He sips some of it, before smiling wide at them, revealing pulsating flesh behind his teeth "Yeah!"
"Well, let my try again. Former soldier and former monster hunter, professionally speaking. A murderer, a former father. A wander. Nice to meet you Lazarus."
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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.'
"Yes..." he whispers. He begins to sketch the critter, careful to get all the details right. "I haven't seen this species before. Are they common here?"
He takes on his usual shape, if a bit reluctantly. "Fire away."
"Very much so. Though, they're most active at night. This one must have found itself quite comfortable here if it's still out this early." She watches it a moment longer as it somewhat reluctantly crawls around on her arm. "Oh, I nearly forgot- I'm Omori. What's your name?"
She looks out at the Nightmare Realm for a while. "I'm considering becoming a Nightmare Lord myself. Create new, impossible things I can't now. Would... would it even be possible for me?"
"False." He replies quietly. He shows her his sketch. It is quite detailed, with occasional anatomical notes on how this particular bug is different.
He frowns. "It's possible, but you would have to give up... well, physicality. I'm barely real anymore, but then again I was a child when I was forced into here. I guess you might be able to do it safely, but it would take decades. I would advise against it."
He leans back a bit and looks up at the ceiling. "...The Clark family, if I remember. Yes. They needed a farmhand. But they had to leave their farm. They treated me like a son, and I wanted to help them. It's been a long time since they were around."
She is in absolute awe at the sight, not entirely sure if it's an illusion or not and not really caring. "Whoa... It's so beautiful..." She mutters, a faint reflection of the stars she's looking at in her eyes. "How- how did you do that?"
She chuckles as well, blushing a bit. "I- I don't think the sight compares even slightly to you either." She responds, looking back at him.
She looks around with them, standing back up and leading them through the terrain, though she knows it is the same "It ain't nothin' too strong, just an illusion. A 7th level spell called Mirage Arcane. I just wanted ta show ya this."
He shakes his head, his hair shaking softly with it, looking to them. He leans in, and gives them a kiss "You flatter me, thank you."
"7th level? I didn't even know there were spell levels that high." She responds, following Merabelle while being careful not to trip on any invisible rocks or the like.
"I mean it- you're beautiful- or handsome, if that's what you prefer." She kisses him back, smiling warmly.
"There are spells all the way up ta the 9th level lil Omori, sweetheart, an' ya are gonna be able to cast at least some of 'em. Have ya been keepin' up with yer practicin'?"
He smiles back at them, shaking his head, his eyes looking into theirs lovingly "Either is fine, you are just as so, if not infinitely more than I."
"I've been doing my best. Still can't quite figure out Starry Wisp, but I've been getting more used to casting the spells I already know. Get it down to muscle memory, you know?"
She places a hand on his shoulder, looking back into his eyes with all of hers. "No, you're just as infinitely so. Inside and out."
"I'm happy ta hear that, I know you'll get it under yer umbrella o' all the spells you'll know, it'll just take ya some time. Yer a prodigy, but that doesn't mean ya ain't allowed ta slow down sometimes. Remember that will ya?"
He looks away as not to start crying again, speaking softly "Thank you, I feel the same towards you." He runs a hand through his hair "All of us in here do."
"I'll remember that." She simply responds, continuing to walk amongst the stars with her.
KK also looks back at the terrifying view, not saying anything else. After a few seconds, she leans a bit on his shoulder.
Eventually the illusion disappears. Merabelle sighs, sweating a little bit from the weight of the spell "Good, know I love ya lil Omori."
He wraps an arm around them, leaning onto them a little bit too. He looks back to the sight, his silver eyes shining brightly. Then in the moment of silence a gunshot rings out. Henry looks down, and his clothes begin to stain with his own blood.
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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.'
He looks to his hand, and shakes his head "N-no... dad says that this happens when I get stronger... but dad has lied before..."
"You will owe me nothing. You may know Dragonkin, but you do not know me my friend." He says, smiling and beginning to remove the skin with a claw.
They nod in understanding. "Still, care and attention are wanted. How might I help?" Lysander asks, while casting identify on them
"Mmm... Who are you?" The vamprie asks, skinning the other side
They find that his body is built out of a vast array of powerful magical items, including his eyes which seem to shift color constantly "I... don't know..." He holds up his hot cocoa "It's really hot."
"Rag, friend. Or at least I try to be a friend." He sits down as to not tower over them as much.
They use prestidigiation to cool it down slightly. "Does that help?"
"That is a name, a title. My name is Lazarus, but that is not who I am. I am a Captain of the City Guard, I am a Vampire, an Oathbreaker, a Widower, and so much more."
He sips some of it, before smiling wide at them, revealing pulsating flesh behind his teeth "Yeah!"
"Well, let my try again. Former soldier and former monster hunter, professionally speaking. A murderer, a former father. A wander. Nice to meet you Lazarus."
"Glad to hear it. So... forgive me for being so direct, but...... What are you?"
"You as well, Ragnerious." The Aasimar dusts off a hand and offers it to Rag
Theren is in his room tuning his guitar while humming to himself.
Phoenix is attempting to take a nap on the couches downstairs.
Oliver is in the library making a pillow fort.
A small mechanical cat walks inside.
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
He leans back a bit and looks up at the ceiling. "...The Clark family, if I remember. Yes. They needed a farmhand. But they had to leave their farm. They treated me like a son, and I wanted to help them. It's been a long time since they were around."
Glad to hear. You love them?
"Yes. They helped me become the man I am today."
How old are you?
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He looks to his hand, and shakes his head "N-no... dad says that this happens when I get stronger... but dad has lied before..."
"You will owe me nothing. You may know Dragonkin, but you do not know me my friend." He says, smiling and beginning to remove the skin with a claw.
They nod in understanding. "Still, care and attention are wanted. How might I help?" Lysander asks, while casting identify on them
"Mmm... Who are you?" The vamprie asks, skinning the other side
They find that his body is built out of a vast array of powerful magical items, including his eyes which seem to shift color constantly "I... don't know..." He holds up his hot cocoa "It's really hot."
"Rag, friend. Or at least I try to be a friend." He sits down as to not tower over them as much.
They use prestidigiation to cool it down slightly. "Does that help?"
"That is a name, a title. My name is Lazarus, but that is not who I am. I am a Captain of the City Guard, I am a Vampire, an Oathbreaker, a Widower, and so much more."
He sips some of it, before smiling wide at them, revealing pulsating flesh behind his teeth "Yeah!"
"Well, let my try again. Former soldier and former monster hunter, professionally speaking. A murderer, a former father. A wander. Nice to meet you Lazarus."
"Glad to hear it. So... forgive me for being so direct, but...... What are you?"
He takes a moment to think, before saying "I'm Tim, I think I'm a teenager."
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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.'
He leans back a bit and looks up at the ceiling. "...The Clark family, if I remember. Yes. They needed a farmhand. But they had to leave their farm. They treated me like a son, and I wanted to help them. It's been a long time since they were around."
Glad to hear. You love them?
"Yes. They helped me become the man I am today."
How old are you?
"I never kept count. Probably in my hundreds by now."
He leans back a bit and looks up at the ceiling. "...The Clark family, if I remember. Yes. They needed a farmhand. But they had to leave their farm. They treated me like a son, and I wanted to help them. It's been a long time since they were around."
Glad to hear. You love them?
"Yes. They helped me become the man I am today."
How old are you?
"I never kept count. Probably in my hundreds by now."
They look in astonishment
I am glad to have met you, False. Quite the name. Origin?
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I'll remember that." She simply responds, continuing to walk amongst the stars with her.
KK also looks back at the terrifying view, not saying anything else. After a few seconds, she leans a bit on his shoulder.
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)
Lysander smiles at this. "The wizarding is making his own Magnificent Masion, they muse to themselves."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He sips some of it, before smiling wide at them, revealing pulsating flesh behind his teeth "Yeah!"
"Well, let my try again. Former soldier and former monster hunter, professionally speaking. A murderer, a former father. A wander. Nice to meet you Lazarus."
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.)
Oliver drapes a blanket over the top.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"False." He replies quietly. He shows her his sketch. It is quite detailed, with occasional anatomical notes on how this particular bug is different.
He frowns. "It's possible, but you would have to give up... well, physicality. I'm barely real anymore, but then again I was a child when I was forced into here. I guess you might be able to do it safely, but it would take decades. I would advise against it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Yes. They helped me become the man I am today."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Eventually the illusion disappears. Merabelle sighs, sweating a little bit from the weight of the spell "Good, know I love ya lil Omori."
He wraps an arm around them, leaning onto them a little bit too. He looks back to the sight, his silver eyes shining brightly. Then in the moment of silence a gunshot rings out. Henry looks down, and his clothes begin to stain with his own blood.
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 it. So... forgive me for being so direct, but...... What are you?"
"You as well, Ragnerious." The Aasimar dusts off a hand and offers it to Rag
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Making up for you freezing earlier?" He asks
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
A small mechanical cat walks inside.
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
How old are you?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He takes a moment to think, before saying "I'm Tim, I think I'm a teenager."
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 never kept count. Probably in my hundreds by now."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He shakes his head, crawling inside
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Oliver doesn't notice it
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Tim the Enchanter?" They joke
"You as well, Ragnerious." The Aasimar dusts off a hand and offers it to Rag
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"How old are you, Oliver?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
They look in astonishment
I am glad to have met you, False. Quite the name. Origin?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"13..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He looks confused, but laughs because of their confusion, finishing their cocoa.
He takes the hand, making sure not to crush it in his grip, "Rag will do, no need for the full name."
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.)