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.
The dwarf behind the counter smiles a bit. "How are ya madam?" he asks
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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.
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.
"O- Oh, okay." She responds, seeming a little shocked by that information, silent for a while as she sits beside Merabelle.
After another minute or so, the melody reaches its end, and KK's head turns from the piano to face him, smiling softly. "I was working on a new design for something last night. Would you like to see my progress 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)
The dwarf behind the counter smiles a bit. "How are ya madam?" he asks
She smiles as she puts everything she would like on the counter, which is quite a bit "Doin' as well as I can get. How 'bout ya pardner?"
"Eh, been off and on some days. Still mourning me cousin. This used ta be his shop." he says, looking at everything. "Alric Brighthope. Best cleric of Ilmater there was." he mutters. "Anyways, totals gonna be 15 gold."
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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."
(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
She chuckles a bit as well. "Kind of. I had seen weather before while I was... while I was working for her." She responds, those last words having a tone of resentment.
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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)
"O- Oh, okay." She responds, seeming a little shocked by that information, silent for a while as she sits beside Merabelle.
After another minute or so, the melody reaches its end, and KK's head turns from the piano to face him, smiling softly. "I was working on a new design for something last night. Would you like to see my progress so far?"
Merabelle unexpectedly hugs them tightly, closing her eyes to keep from crying "I love ya Omori. I'm sorry if I'm worryin' ya."
He raises an eyebrow, smiling warmly "Of course I would love to see your progress, if you would allow me to of course." He says, cracking his neck and every joint in his hands.
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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.'
The dwarf behind the counter smiles a bit. "How are ya madam?" he asks
She smiles as she puts everything she would like on the counter, which is quite a bit "Doin' as well as I can get. How 'bout ya pardner?"
"Eh, been off and on some days. Still mourning me cousin. This used ta be his shop." he says, looking at everything. "Alric Brighthope. Best cleric of Ilmater there was." he mutters. "Anyways, totals gonna be 15 gold."
She looks at the shop around them "Sorry ya lost 'em. The best ones always sting when ya lose 'em and ya best ones always gotta go first don't they?" She says, waiting for Oliver to get what he wants before paying for it all.
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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.'
The dwarf behind the counter smiles a bit. "How are ya madam?" he asks
She smiles as she puts everything she would like on the counter, which is quite a bit "Doin' as well as I can get. How 'bout ya pardner?"
"Eh, been off and on some days. Still mourning me cousin. This used ta be his shop." he says, looking at everything. "Alric Brighthope. Best cleric of Ilmater there was." he mutters. "Anyways, totals gonna be 15 gold."
She looks at the shop around them "Sorry ya lost 'em. The best ones always sting when ya lose 'em and ya best ones always gotta go first don't they?" She says, waiting for Oliver to get what he wants before paying for it all.
He nods. "Good friend of many 'round here. Died on an adventure with that accursed half-elf Theren Dotsk." he curses.
Oliver clings to her side, not wanting anything.
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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.
The dwarf behind the counter smiles a bit. "How are ya madam?" he asks
She smiles as she puts everything she would like on the counter, which is quite a bit "Doin' as well as I can get. How 'bout ya pardner?"
"Eh, been off and on some days. Still mourning me cousin. This used ta be his shop." he says, looking at everything. "Alric Brighthope. Best cleric of Ilmater there was." he mutters. "Anyways, totals gonna be 15 gold."
She looks at the shop around them "Sorry ya lost 'em. The best ones always sting when ya lose 'em and ya best ones always gotta go first don't they?" She says, waiting for Oliver to get what he wants before paying for it all.
He nods. "Good friend of many 'round here. Died on an adventure with that accursed half-elf Theren Dotsk." he curses.
Oliver clings to her side, not wanting anything.
"Ah, don't say it like it's all their fault. No point in resentin' someone who was yer brother's friend." She says, smiling still. She puts 20 gold on the counter "Take care." She walks out with Oliver, taking the things she bought with them.
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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
She chuckles a bit as well. "Kind of. I had seen weather before while I was... while I was working for her." She responds, those last words having a tone of resentment.
"at least she seems to be gone now"
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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
The dwarf behind the counter smiles a bit. "How are ya madam?" he asks
She smiles as she puts everything she would like on the counter, which is quite a bit "Doin' as well as I can get. How 'bout ya pardner?"
"Eh, been off and on some days. Still mourning me cousin. This used ta be his shop." he says, looking at everything. "Alric Brighthope. Best cleric of Ilmater there was." he mutters. "Anyways, totals gonna be 15 gold."
She looks at the shop around them "Sorry ya lost 'em. The best ones always sting when ya lose 'em and ya best ones always gotta go first don't they?" She says, waiting for Oliver to get what he wants before paying for it all.
He nods. "Good friend of many 'round here. Died on an adventure with that accursed half-elf Theren Dotsk." he curses.
Oliver clings to her side, not wanting anything.
"Ah, don't say it like it's all their fault. No point in resentin' someone who was yer brother's friend." She says, smiling still. She puts 20 gold on the counter "Take care." She walks out with Oliver, taking the things she bought with them.
"You should hear the stories of that monster miss." he says. "Have a good day."
Oliver holds her hand. "He sounded angry..."
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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.
"O- Oh, okay." She responds, seeming a little shocked by that information, silent for a while as she sits beside Merabelle.
After another minute or so, the melody reaches its end, and KK's head turns from the piano to face him, smiling softly. "I was working on a new design for something last night. Would you like to see my progress so far?"
Merabelle unexpectedly hugs them tightly, closing her eyes to keep from crying "I love ya Omori. I'm sorry if I'm worryin' ya."
He raises an eyebrow, smiling warmly "Of course I would love to see your progress, if you would allow me to of course." He says, cracking his neck and every joint in his hands.
She hugs them back. "Love ya too, Mom. It's okay- I just don't want you to be worried."
She stands up from the piano, cracking her knuckles- it almost sounds like bones snapping, but doesn't seem to hurt her in the least. "It's just over this way." She explains, pointing towards the back of the warehouse and walking that direction, occasionally looking to see if he follows.
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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)
"O- Oh, okay." She responds, seeming a little shocked by that information, silent for a while as she sits beside Merabelle.
After another minute or so, the melody reaches its end, and KK's head turns from the piano to face him, smiling softly. "I was working on a new design for something last night. Would you like to see my progress so far?"
Merabelle unexpectedly hugs them tightly, closing her eyes to keep from crying "I love ya Omori. I'm sorry if I'm worryin' ya."
He raises an eyebrow, smiling warmly "Of course I would love to see your progress, if you would allow me to of course." He says, cracking his neck and every joint in his hands.
She hugs them back. "Love ya too, Mom. It's okay- I just don't want you to be worried."
She stands up from the piano, cracking her knuckles- it almost sounds like bones snapping, but doesn't seem to hurt her in the least. "It's just over this way." She explains, pointing towards the back of the warehouse and walking that direction, occasionally looking to see if he follows.
She eventually puts them down, kissing their forehead "Looks like my life's still a little dangerous." She sighs, looking into their eyes.
Henry remains close behind, though his footsteps are naturally barely able to be heard, likely just a side effect from his training as a hunter. He doesn't have his short swords, or his gun with him, not even his skulls. Though he probably still has a weapon on him somewhere.
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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.'
The dwarf behind the counter smiles a bit. "How are ya madam?" he asks
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She smiles as she puts everything she would like on the counter, which is quite a bit "Doin' as well as I can get. How 'bout ya pardner?"
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.)
"O- Oh, okay." She responds, seeming a little shocked by that information, silent for a while as she sits beside Merabelle.
After another minute or so, the melody reaches its end, and KK's head turns from the piano to face him, smiling softly. "I was working on a new design for something last night. Would you like to see my progress 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)
"Eh, been off and on some days. Still mourning me cousin. This used ta be his shop." he says, looking at everything. "Alric Brighthope. Best cleric of Ilmater there was." he mutters. "Anyways, totals gonna be 15 gold."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She chuckles a bit as well. "Kind of. I had seen weather before while I was... while I was working for her." She responds, those last words having a tone of resentment.
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)
Merabelle unexpectedly hugs them tightly, closing her eyes to keep from crying "I love ya Omori. I'm sorry if I'm worryin' ya."
He raises an eyebrow, smiling warmly "Of course I would love to see your progress, if you would allow me to of course." He says, cracking his neck and every joint in his hands.
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.)
She looks at the shop around them "Sorry ya lost 'em. The best ones always sting when ya lose 'em and ya best ones always gotta go first don't they?" She says, waiting for Oliver to get what he wants before paying for it all.
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. "Good friend of many 'round here. Died on an adventure with that accursed half-elf Theren Dotsk." he curses.
Oliver clings to her side, not wanting anything.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Ah, don't say it like it's all their fault. No point in resentin' someone who was yer brother's friend." She says, smiling still. She puts 20 gold on the counter "Take care." She walks out with Oliver, taking the things she bought with them.
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.)
"at least she seems to be gone now"
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
"You should hear the stories of that monster miss." he says. "Have a good day."
Oliver holds her hand. "He sounded angry..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She hugs them back. "Love ya too, Mom. It's okay- I just don't want you to be worried."
She stands up from the piano, cracking her knuckles- it almost sounds like bones snapping, but doesn't seem to hurt her in the least. "It's just over this way." She explains, pointing towards the back of the warehouse and walking that direction, occasionally looking to see if he follows.
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 eventually puts them down, kissing their forehead "Looks like my life's still a little dangerous." She sighs, looking into their eyes.
Henry remains close behind, though his footsteps are naturally barely able to be heard, likely just a side effect from his training as a hunter. He doesn't have his short swords, or his gun with him, not even his skulls. Though he probably still has a weapon on him 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.)
*as of today, i am very good at drawing horse skulls*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*yay!!*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*i have utilized this skill to draw RRC Satan’s second form, Nergal*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I'll assume that's a good thing, congratulations my friend.*
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.)
Merabelle looks to them, "That's because he is dear. An' it's okay fer him ta be angry, he lost his brother, someone he deeply cared fer."
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.)
*Dats cool*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I..I think i've heard stories about that man...the one the dwarf was talking about."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.