Omori is sitting in the snow on the forest's edge, birdwatching.
KK is at the warehouse, trying to play the piano.
(i am very bored)
Isaac crouches down next to her "you seeing anything interesting?"
"Not at the moment, no." She responds, still looking up at the trees. "Thought I saw an owl a while ago."
(how about you?)
"my guess is a good number of the birds won't be back until the weather warms back up"
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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
"More of those mercenaries are probably going to come. Don't feel bad fer protectin' yerself." She puts a sending Stone in their hands "If ya see anyone like 'em again, send me a message. Okay?"
He nods, shoving the stone in his bag. He then picks at his palms when shes not looking
She doesn't catch him in the act, but notices the changes on their hands, "Just... tell me if ya need anythin' Oliver."
He nods, cradling his panda plushie in his arms
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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.
Omori is sitting in the snow on the forest's edge, birdwatching.
KK is at the warehouse, trying to play the piano.
(i am very bored)
Isaac crouches down next to her "you seeing anything interesting?"
"Not at the moment, no." She responds, still looking up at the trees. "Thought I saw an owl a while ago."
(how about you?)
"my guess is a good number of the birds won't be back until the weather warms back up"
*A little tired, but otherwise, feeling alright.*
"That makes sense- most of the life here seems to enjoy warmer temperatures." She sets down her binoculars, looking down at the snow. "Not something I'm used to seeing."
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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)
"More of those mercenaries are probably going to come. Don't feel bad fer protectin' yerself." She puts a sending Stone in their hands "If ya see anyone like 'em again, send me a message. Okay?"
He nods, shoving the stone in his bag. He then picks at his palms when shes not looking
She doesn't catch him in the act, but notices the changes on their hands, "Just... tell me if ya need anythin' Oliver."
He nods, cradling his panda plushie in his arms
She pats their head, standing up "I'm gonna go ta the town, ya want anythin'?"
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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.'
Omori is sitting in the snow on the forest's edge, birdwatching.
KK is at the warehouse, trying to play the piano.
(i am very bored)
Isaac crouches down next to her "you seeing anything interesting?"
"Not at the moment, no." She responds, still looking up at the trees. "Thought I saw an owl a while ago."
(how about you?)
"my guess is a good number of the birds won't be back until the weather warms back up"
*A little tired, but otherwise, feeling alright.*
"That makes sense- most of the life here seems to enjoy warmer temperatures." She sets down her binoculars, looking down at the snow. "Not something I'm used to seeing."
(glad to hear it)
"me neither. didn't get much snow where i lived"
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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
"More of those mercenaries are probably going to come. Don't feel bad fer protectin' yerself." She puts a sending Stone in their hands "If ya see anyone like 'em again, send me a message. Okay?"
He nods, shoving the stone in his bag. He then picks at his palms when shes not looking
She doesn't catch him in the act, but notices the changes on their hands, "Just... tell me if ya need anythin' Oliver."
He nods, cradling his panda plushie in his arms
She pats their head, standing up "I'm gonna go ta the town, ya want anythin'?"
"Can I come with?"
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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.
Omori is sitting in the snow on the forest's edge, birdwatching.
KK is at the warehouse, trying to play the piano.
*Do you want any of mine?*
*Sure, I'd love to interact with your characters- whichever ones you'd like to use!*
*Eh, I guess just some basic ones for now.*
Merabelle walks out of the forest, her appearance more feral, despite the worry in her eyes, her claws covered in blood.
Henry comes from his bed upstairs to listen to them play.
*Works great with me!*
She notices the worry in her mother's eyes, her smile dropping a touch. "Hey, mom. Is- Is something wrong?" She asks, seeming concerned.
She's playing rather slowly, and there's an occasional pause as she remembers which notes are next, but she doesn't make that many errors or off-key notes. "Good morning, dear." She says to him, two of her eyes turning to look at him while the rest remain fixed on the piano.
"More of those mercenaries are probably going to come. Don't feel bad fer protectin' yerself." She puts a sending Stone in their hands "If ya see anyone like 'em again, send me a message. Okay?"
He nods, shoving the stone in his bag. He then picks at his palms when shes not looking
She doesn't catch him in the act, but notices the changes on their hands, "Just... tell me if ya need anythin' Oliver."
He nods, cradling his panda plushie in his arms
She pats their head, standing up "I'm gonna go ta the town, ya want anythin'?"
"Can I come with?"
She smiles and nods "Of course ya can lil Oliver."
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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.'
Omori is sitting in the snow on the forest's edge, birdwatching.
KK is at the warehouse, trying to play the piano.
(i am very bored)
Isaac crouches down next to her "you seeing anything interesting?"
"Not at the moment, no." She responds, still looking up at the trees. "Thought I saw an owl a while ago."
(how about you?)
"my guess is a good number of the birds won't be back until the weather warms back up"
*A little tired, but otherwise, feeling alright.*
"That makes sense- most of the life here seems to enjoy warmer temperatures." She sets down her binoculars, looking down at the snow. "Not something I'm used to seeing."
(glad to hear it)
"me neither. didn't get much snow where i lived"
"Same here." She responds. "Didn't really have any weather at all, actually."
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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)
Omori is sitting in the snow on the forest's edge, birdwatching.
KK is at the warehouse, trying to play the piano.
*Do you want any of mine?*
*Sure, I'd love to interact with your characters- whichever ones you'd like to use!*
*Eh, I guess just some basic ones for now.*
Merabelle walks out of the forest, her appearance more feral, despite the worry in her eyes, her claws covered in blood.
Henry comes from his bed upstairs to listen to them play.
*Works great with me!*
She notices the worry in her mother's eyes, her smile dropping a touch. "Hey, mom. Is- Is something wrong?" She asks, seeming concerned.
She's playing rather slowly, and there's an occasional pause as she remembers which notes are next, but she doesn't make that many errors or off-key notes. "Good morning, dear." She says to him, two of her eyes turning to look at him while the rest remain fixed on the piano.
She shakes her head "Nothin' ta worry 'bout Omori dear. Just some mercenaries who tried ta hurt Oliver." She says, wiping some of the blood off of her hands, sitting next to them.
He smiles to them, wearing his pajamas, which is the least fancy or work oriented attire he owns. "It is still morning, my love? Good morning to you as well." He walks over to them, his silver eyes watching them play, happy to see them go, massaging their shoulder.
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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.'
"More of those mercenaries are probably going to come. Don't feel bad fer protectin' yerself." She puts a sending Stone in their hands "If ya see anyone like 'em again, send me a message. Okay?"
He nods, shoving the stone in his bag. He then picks at his palms when shes not looking
She doesn't catch him in the act, but notices the changes on their hands, "Just... tell me if ya need anythin' Oliver."
He nods, cradling his panda plushie in his arms
She pats their head, standing up "I'm gonna go ta the town, ya want anythin'?"
"Can I come with?"
She smiles and nods "Of course ya can lil Oliver."
He pulls on his boots and cloak. He tucks his spell book in his coat pocket and grabs his staff. He holds onto her hand as they walk.
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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.
He pulls on his boots and cloak. He tucks his spell book in his coat pocket and grabs his staff. He holds onto her hand as they walk.
She makes sure to gently hold theirs, smiling down at them. She goes into town to shop for groceries, but if something interests Oliver, she stops for them to look.
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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 pulls on his boots and cloak. He tucks his spell book in his coat pocket and grabs his staff. He holds onto her hand as they walk.
She makes sure to gently hold theirs, smiling down at them. She goes into town to shop for groceries, but if something interests Oliver, she stops for them to look.
He wanders into a small magic shop, looking around. The sign outside reads, 'Alrics Magical Means'. Oliver is looking at some crystal balls.
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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.
He pulls on his boots and cloak. He tucks his spell book in his coat pocket and grabs his staff. He holds onto her hand as they walk.
She makes sure to gently hold theirs, smiling down at them. She goes into town to shop for groceries, but if something interests Oliver, she stops for them to look.
He wanders into a small magic shop, looking around. The sign outside reads, 'Alrics Magical Means'. Oliver is looking at some crystal balls.
She follows them inside, looking for little things that may be able to help Omori, components for high level spells, stuff like that. Just buying as much as she can of stuff like that, having a kind smile on her face to contrast her intimidating look.
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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.'
Omori is sitting in the snow on the forest's edge, birdwatching.
KK is at the warehouse, trying to play the piano.
(i am very bored)
Isaac crouches down next to her "you seeing anything interesting?"
"Not at the moment, no." She responds, still looking up at the trees. "Thought I saw an owl a while ago."
(how about you?)
"my guess is a good number of the birds won't be back until the weather warms back up"
*A little tired, but otherwise, feeling alright.*
"That makes sense- most of the life here seems to enjoy warmer temperatures." She sets down her binoculars, looking down at the snow. "Not something I'm used to seeing."
(glad to hear it)
"me neither. didn't get much snow where i lived"
"Same here." She responds. "Didn't really have any weather at all, actually."
"must have been a shock experiencing it then" he chuckles
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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
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(how about you?)
"my guess is a good number of the birds won't be back until the weather warms back up"
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 nods, cradling his panda plushie in his arms
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Eh, I guess just some basic ones for now.*
Merabelle walks out of the forest, her appearance more feral, despite the worry in her eyes, her claws covered in blood.
Henry comes from his bed upstairs to listen to them play.
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.)
*A little tired, but otherwise, feeling alright.*
"That makes sense- most of the life here seems to enjoy warmer temperatures." She sets down her binoculars, looking down at the snow. "Not something I'm used to seeing."
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)
*So... Um... Hello people. I got a fixation on a map, and am now writing a ton of lore on it. So... I won't be on that much*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
She pats their head, standing up "I'm gonna go ta the town, ya want anythin'?"
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)
"me neither. didn't get much snow where i lived"
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
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Can I come with?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Works great with me!*
She notices the worry in her mother's eyes, her smile dropping a touch. "Hey, mom. Is- Is something wrong?" She asks, seeming concerned.
She's playing rather slowly, and there's an occasional pause as she remembers which notes are next, but she doesn't make that many errors or off-key notes. "Good morning, dear." She says to him, two of her eyes turning to look at him while the rest remain fixed on the piano.
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)
She smiles and nods "Of course ya can lil Oliver."
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.)
"Same here." She responds. "Didn't really have any weather at all, actually."
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)
She shakes her head "Nothin' ta worry 'bout Omori dear. Just some mercenaries who tried ta hurt Oliver." She says, wiping some of the blood off of her hands, sitting next to them.
He smiles to them, wearing his pajamas, which is the least fancy or work oriented attire he owns. "It is still morning, my love? Good morning to you as well." He walks over to them, his silver eyes watching them play, happy to see them go, massaging their shoulder.
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 pulls on his boots and cloak. He tucks his spell book in his coat pocket and grabs his staff. He holds onto her hand as they walk.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She sets down the binoculars, looking over at him with some concern. "Wait, what? You're not hurt, are you?"
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)
She makes sure to gently hold theirs, smiling down at them. She goes into town to shop for groceries, but if something interests Oliver, she stops for them to look.
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 shakes his head, pushing some snow around with his staff. "I'm okay..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He wanders into a small magic shop, looking around. The sign outside reads, 'Alrics Magical Means'. Oliver is looking at some crystal balls.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She follows them inside, looking for little things that may be able to help Omori, components for high level spells, stuff like that. Just buying as much as she can of stuff like that, having a kind smile on her face to contrast her intimidating look.
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.)
"must have been a shock experiencing it then" he chuckles
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