*as of today, i am very good at drawing horse skulls*
*yay!!*
*i have utilized this skill to draw RRC Satan’s second form, Nergal*
*Dats cool*
*thanks*
*-lowers voice- wanna rp at all? I have some special characters in stock today*
*sure*
Theren is in the library passed out. He is surrounded by many many books. Scraps of paper with gibberish written on it surround him.
Oliver is lost in the woods. He is surrounded by a bunch of mercenaries who are keeping their distance. Oliver clutches his staff and spell book tightly.
Leo is outside arguing with a huge man who wears mechanic overalls similar to his. Festus is broken nearby, deactivated. Leo is clearly upset, fire flickering in his palms.
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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.
*as of today, i am very good at drawing horse skulls*
*yay!!*
*i have utilized this skill to draw RRC Satan’s second form, Nergal*
*Dats cool*
*thanks*
*-lowers voice- wanna rp at all? I have some special characters in stock today*
*sure*
Theren is in the library passed out. He is surrounded by many many books. Scraps of paper with gibberish written on it surround him.
Leo is outside arguing with a huge man who wears mechanic overalls similar to his. Festus is broken nearby, deactivated. Leo is clearly upset, fire flickering in his palms.
Malafasa enters and begins feverishly gathering up all of the papers.
Loriche walks over, intrigued and confused.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"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.
"Life's always at least a little dangerous." She responds, looking at the snow with a solemn expression.
After a minute or so, KK pulls a tarp off of a large, obscured object, revealing a new- and thankfully inanimate- creation underneath. It seems to still be somewhat made of the parts of mannequins, though some of the monster appears to be made of desiccated flesh from several different animals- including humanoid arms. It has a head, but no face, and far too many arms- traits that seem to be consistent throughout all of KK's creations. Jagged metal blades also stick out of its body in a myriad of angles, caked in dried blood.
"Ta-da!" She chirps, gesturing towards the abominable thing with a sense of pride. "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)
*Jobah? Wanna rp? It's cool if you don't, I wouldn't hold it against you. If you do, it would be cool if you picked, though you definitely wouldn't have to.*
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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.'
*Jobah? Wanna rp? It's cool if you don't, I wouldn't hold it against you. If you do, it would be cool if you picked, though you definitely wouldn't have to.*
*Sparrow and Rag*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"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.
"Life's always at least a little dangerous." She responds, looking at the snow with a solemn expression.
After a minute or so, KK pulls a tarp off of a large, obscured object, revealing a new- and thankfully inanimate- creation underneath. It seems to still be somewhat made of the parts of mannequins, though some of the monster appears to be made of desiccated flesh from several different animals- including humanoid arms. It has a head, but no face, and far too many arms- traits that seem to be consistent throughout all of KK's creations. Jagged metal blades also stick out of its body in a myriad of angles, caked in dried blood.
"Ta-da!" She chirps, gesturing towards the abominable thing with a sense of pride. "What do you think?"
She chuckles, looking at the snow with them "It sure is, but that's what makes every moment so precious, don't it?"
He walks around the creation, his silver eyes looking along every aspect of the monstrosity. His face appears a blank slate until he makes it all the way around. One of his eyelids twitches, nearly unnoticable before giving a smile on pure, unadulterated insanity "This the unfinished product? It is amazing dear. I'm proud of what you have created." His eyelid continues to twitch, but what he says is genuine.
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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.'
Theren is in the library passed out. He is surrounded by many many books. Scraps of paper with gibberish written on it surround him.
Leo is outside arguing with a huge man who wears mechanic overalls similar to his. Festus is broken nearby, deactivated. Leo is clearly upset, fire flickering in his palms.
Malafasa enters and begins feverishly gathering up all of the papers.
Loriche walks over, intrigued and confused.
Theren stirs. "Huh..?"
The man slaps Leo hard, making him stagger. "Get a grip son! You could use the gifts I gave you better than this!"
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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.
*Jobah? Wanna rp? It's cool if you don't, I wouldn't hold it against you. If you do, it would be cool if you picked, though you definitely wouldn't have to.*
*Sparrow and Rag*
*Oh, okay. Here ya go,*
Sparrow is having a smoke outside of the Inn, reading a book. He has been getting much better at reading recently, and is going through a novel, he isn't far into it, but he's certainly trying his best.
Rag is working out in the forest, the heat coming off of him keeps the snow away as he does things no one should be able to, his strength only growing by the day as he continues to maintain his musculature.
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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.'
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
"But what dear?" She asks, wanting to hear what they want to say.
"...what if you've seen what the stories said...like...like you can verify it..."
"All stories have a lil bit o' truth, but after a while, memories can change, or people can get details wrong. I've got stories upon stories 'bout my adventures, but even the ones I remember best I still get wrong sometimes."
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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.'
"But what dear?" She asks, wanting to hear what they want to say.
"...what if you've seen what the stories said...like...like you can verify it..."
"All stories have a lil bit o' truth, but after a while, memories can change, or people can get details wrong. I've got stories upon stories 'bout my adventures, but even the ones I remember best I still get wrong sometimes."
"I...I...ok.."
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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.
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*thanks*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Is it okay if I teach ya somethin'?" She asks, kneeling in front of them, stopping their walk.
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.)
*-lowers voice- wanna rp at all? I have some special characters in stock today*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods, tilting his head slightly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*sure*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Stories are just that, stories. Somethin' in 'em might have a lil bit o' truth, but few are as true as they say."
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.)
Theren is in the library passed out. He is surrounded by many many books. Scraps of paper with gibberish written on it surround him.
Oliver is lost in the woods. He is surrounded by a bunch of mercenaries who are keeping their distance. Oliver clutches his staff and spell book tightly.
Leo is outside arguing with a huge man who wears mechanic overalls similar to his. Festus is broken nearby, deactivated. Leo is clearly upset, fire flickering in his palms.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Malafasa enters and begins feverishly gathering up all of the papers.
Loriche walks over, intrigued and confused.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Life's always at least a little dangerous." She responds, looking at the snow with a solemn expression.
After a minute or so, KK pulls a tarp off of a large, obscured object, revealing a new- and thankfully inanimate- creation underneath. It seems to still be somewhat made of the parts of mannequins, though some of the monster appears to be made of desiccated flesh from several different animals- including humanoid arms. It has a head, but no face, and far too many arms- traits that seem to be consistent throughout all of KK's creations. Jagged metal blades also stick out of its body in a myriad of angles, caked in dried blood.
"Ta-da!" She chirps, gesturing towards the abominable thing with a sense of pride. "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)
*Jobah? Wanna rp? It's cool if you don't, I wouldn't hold it against you. If you do, it would be cool if you picked, though you definitely wouldn'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.)
*Sparrow and Rag*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She chuckles, looking at the snow with them "It sure is, but that's what makes every moment so precious, don't it?"
He walks around the creation, his silver eyes looking along every aspect of the monstrosity. His face appears a blank slate until he makes it all the way around. One of his eyelids twitches, nearly unnoticable before giving a smile on pure, unadulterated insanity "This the unfinished product? It is amazing dear. I'm proud of what you have created." His eyelid continues to twitch, but what he says is genuine.
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.)
Theren stirs. "Huh..?"
The man slaps Leo hard, making him stagger. "Get a grip son! You could use the gifts I gave you better than this!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Oh, okay. Here ya go,*
Sparrow is having a smoke outside of the Inn, reading a book. He has been getting much better at reading recently, and is going through a novel, he isn't far into it, but he's certainly trying his best.
Rag is working out in the forest, the heat coming off of him keeps the snow away as he does things no one should be able to, his strength only growing by the day as he continues to maintain his musculature.
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.)
"But..." he stammers
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(anyone want to rp)
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
"But what dear?" She asks, wanting to hear what they want to say.
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.)
"...what if you've seen what the stories said...like...like you can verify it..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"All stories have a lil bit o' truth, but after a while, memories can change, or people can get details wrong. I've got stories upon stories 'bout my adventures, but even the ones I remember best I still get wrong sometimes."
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...I...ok.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.