"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.
"Yeah, it is. We do the best we can with the time we've got." She answers, a small smile on her face. "That's what I'm trying to do, anyway." She laughs a bit.
"Thanks- Glad you like it!" She cheerfully replies, looking at the abomination- a physical representation of her dissatisfaction with the laws of reality- with an equally insane sense of glee. "It's the prototype of sorts. Might add more blades. Will definitely add more arms- can never go wrong with adding more arms."
"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.."
"That doesn't mean anyone is a liar when they get somethin' wrong in a story, it just means ya shouldn't feel ya need ta believe everythin' someone tells ya. I want ya to know, even I can be 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.."
"That doesn't mean anyone is a liar when they get somethin' wrong in a story, it just means ya shouldn't feel ya need ta believe everythin' someone tells ya. I want ya to know, even I can be wrong sometimes."
He nods, picking at 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.
"Yeah, it is. We do the best we can with the time we've got." She answers, a small smile on her face. "That's what I'm trying to do, anyway." She laughs a bit.
"Thanks- Glad you like it!" She cheerfully replies, looking at the abomination- a physical representation of her dissatisfaction with the laws of reality- with an equally insane sense of glee. "It's the prototype of sorts. Might add more blades. Will definitely add more arms- can never go wrong with adding more arms."
She laughs with them, kissing their forehead again "Have ya figured out Starry Wisp yet? I know you've been practicin' an' I'm sure yer gettin' closer with each passin' day."
"Ah, more arms is a trademark of yours, no one could hope to do it like you do, dear." He says, hugging them and giving them a little smooch "Beautiful and brilliant, I couldn't hope for anything else."
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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.."
"That doesn't mean anyone is a liar when they get somethin' wrong in a story, it just means ya shouldn't feel ya need ta believe everythin' someone tells ya. I want ya to know, even I can be wrong sometimes."
He nods, picking at his palms
She takes one of their hands "Ah, yer gonna hurt yerself Oliver." She gets up, not forcing them to hold her hand.
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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.."
"That doesn't mean anyone is a liar when they get somethin' wrong in a story, it just means ya shouldn't feel ya need ta believe everythin' someone tells ya. I want ya to know, even I can be wrong sometimes."
He nods, picking at his palms
She takes one of their hands "Ah, yer gonna hurt yerself Oliver." She gets up, not forcing them to hold her hand.
He holds it regardless. He walks silently with her.
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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 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
"Yeah, it is. We do the best we can with the time we've got." She answers, a small smile on her face. "That's what I'm trying to do, anyway." She laughs a bit.
"Thanks- Glad you like it!" She cheerfully replies, looking at the abomination- a physical representation of her dissatisfaction with the laws of reality- with an equally insane sense of glee. "It's the prototype of sorts. Might add more blades. Will definitely add more arms- can never go wrong with adding more arms."
She laughs with them, kissing their forehead again "Have ya figured out Starry Wisp yet? I know you've been practicin' an' I'm sure yer gettin' closer with each passin' day."
"Ah, more arms is a trademark of yours, no one could hope to do it like you do, dear." He says, hugging them and giving them a little smooch "Beautiful and brilliant, I couldn't hope for anything else."
"Almost, I think." She answers. "Not entirely sure why it's been so much trickier than the rest. I've been following the instructions to the letter, almost..." She trails off, thinking.
She hugs him back, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. "Neither could I." She responds, looking back at him. "You're already perfect."
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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.
(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
"Yep. Dead and rotting in the woods somewhere." She responds, a small smile on her face.
(no worries)
"so, how has your magic practice been going?"
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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
"Yeah, it is. We do the best we can with the time we've got." She answers, a small smile on her face. "That's what I'm trying to do, anyway." She laughs a bit.
"Thanks- Glad you like it!" She cheerfully replies, looking at the abomination- a physical representation of her dissatisfaction with the laws of reality- with an equally insane sense of glee. "It's the prototype of sorts. Might add more blades. Will definitely add more arms- can never go wrong with adding more arms."
She laughs with them, kissing their forehead again "Have ya figured out Starry Wisp yet? I know you've been practicin' an' I'm sure yer gettin' closer with each passin' day."
"Ah, more arms is a trademark of yours, no one could hope to do it like you do, dear." He says, hugging them and giving them a little smooch "Beautiful and brilliant, I couldn't hope for anything else."
"Almost, I think." She answers. "Not entirely sure why it's been so much trickier than the rest. I've been following the instructions to the letter, almost..." She trails off, thinking.
She hugs him back, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. "Neither could I." She responds, looking back at him. "You're already perfect."
"Maybe it's because yer so different, shadow magic comes easy ta ya because it's part o' ya. Starry Wisp takes the opposite from Shadow magic, but that's just what I think." She says, looking up at the sky.
He smiles softly "Ah, you flatter a man who hasn't done anything to earn it. Thank you once again." He looks at the thing they have made.
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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.'
"Yeah, it is. We do the best we can with the time we've got." She answers, a small smile on her face. "That's what I'm trying to do, anyway." She laughs a bit.
"Thanks- Glad you like it!" She cheerfully replies, looking at the abomination- a physical representation of her dissatisfaction with the laws of reality- with an equally insane sense of glee. "It's the prototype of sorts. Might add more blades. Will definitely add more arms- can never go wrong with adding more arms."
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)
"That doesn't mean anyone is a liar when they get somethin' wrong in a story, it just means ya shouldn't feel ya need ta believe everythin' someone tells ya. I want ya to know, even I can be 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.)
He nods, picking at his palms
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She laughs with them, kissing their forehead again "Have ya figured out Starry Wisp yet? I know you've been practicin' an' I'm sure yer gettin' closer with each passin' day."
"Ah, more arms is a trademark of yours, no one could hope to do it like you do, dear." He says, hugging them and giving them a little smooch "Beautiful and brilliant, I couldn't hope for anything else."
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 takes one of their hands "Ah, yer gonna hurt yerself Oliver." She gets up, not forcing them to hold her hand.
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 holds it regardless. He walks silently with her.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(you want to rp theren?)
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
She smiles softly whenever she looks down at them, before going to grab some groceries.
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 stays quiet, sticking by her the entire time
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Once they grab everything, paying for it all, they begin heading back to the cave "Is there anythin' ya want ta tell me Oliver, dear?"
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, staying quiet.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Okay, just know that I care, okay Oliver?" She leads them back inside, putting the groceries and magical supplies away.
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.)
"Almost, I think." She answers. "Not entirely sure why it's been so much trickier than the rest. I've been following the instructions to the letter, almost..." She trails off, thinking.
She hugs him back, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. "Neither could I." She responds, looking back at him. "You're already perfect."
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 nods, sitting on his bedroll and holding his stuffed animal close
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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
*Oh sorry I missed that.*
"Yep. Dead and rotting in the woods somewhere." She responds, a small smile on her face.
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)
(no worries)
"so, how has your magic practice been going?"
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
"Maybe it's because yer so different, shadow magic comes easy ta ya because it's part o' ya. Starry Wisp takes the opposite from Shadow magic, but that's just what I think." She says, looking up at the sky.
He smiles softly "Ah, you flatter a man who hasn't done anything to earn it. Thank you once again." He looks at the thing they have made.
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 sits next to them, tapping out something that she bought, some sewing needles and thread, beginning to make something.
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.)
"Mom..? I..I do have something to tell you..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.