*Good morning, fellow entities of paradoxical nature!*
Omori is still working on Starry Wisp, making a bit more progress than before. She's able to produce the lights, but they're only small, flickering motes that vanish a second later.
KK is working on modifying her design for the Schism, making it so the creature isn't in constant agony.
*Good morning o scraggly one!*
Oliver watches her, mesmerized by the lights
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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.
*Good morning, fellow entities of paradoxical nature!*
Omori is still working on Starry Wisp, making a bit more progress than before. She's able to produce the lights, but they're only small, flickering motes that vanish a second later.
KK is working on modifying her design for the Schism, making it so the creature isn't in constant agony.
Omori see Merabelle carrying what appears to be Sparrow's unconscious body into the forest, covered in blood, another body being dragged behind her, though that one is completely mauled.
Henry joins her, if not to help through scientific knowledge, though positive words and constant love of her.
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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.'
*Good morning, fellow entities of paradoxical nature!*
Omori is still working on Starry Wisp, making a bit more progress than before. She's able to produce the lights, but they're only small, flickering motes that vanish a second later.
KK is working on modifying her design for the Schism, making it so the creature isn't in constant agony.
*Good morning o scraggly one!*
Oliver watches her, mesmerized by the lights
*How art thou this fine 24-hour interval in this concept we call 'time'?*
She continues trying to cast the spell, not immediately noticing that Oliver is there. It looks like even these tiny lights are much harder for her to cast than her other spells.
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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)
*Good morning, fellow entities of paradoxical nature!*
Omori is still working on Starry Wisp, making a bit more progress than before. She's able to produce the lights, but they're only small, flickering motes that vanish a second later.
KK is working on modifying her design for the Schism, making it so the creature isn't in constant agony.
*Good morning o scraggly one!*
Oliver watches her, mesmerized by the lights
*How art thou this fine 24-hour interval in this concept we call 'time'?*
She continues trying to cast the spell, not immediately noticing that Oliver is there. It looks like even these tiny lights are much harder for her to cast than her other spells.
*I am eepy but very happy! I started playing the Last of Us part 1. I love the game so much so far*
Oliver stands beside her. "Wow...they're like stars.." he mumbles
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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.
*Good morning, fellow entities of paradoxical nature!*
Omori is still working on Starry Wisp, making a bit more progress than before. She's able to produce the lights, but they're only small, flickering motes that vanish a second later.
KK is working on modifying her design for the Schism, making it so the creature isn't in constant agony.
Omori see Merabelle carrying what appears to be Sparrow's unconscious body into the forest, covered in blood, another body being dragged behind her, though that one is completely mauled.
Henry joins her, if not to help through scientific knowledge, though positive words and constant love of her.
She looks somewhat worried, going over to Merabelle and looking back at the corpses. "What happened?" She asks, sounding a little concerned.
Henry's assistance in the project- both from his scientific knowledge and his encouragement- makes KK's job much easier, and in a few minutes, the necessary changes are made. "Thank you for helping, dear." She says to him, putting the various metal shards that were inside the Schism's body in a small box for potential use in a later project. "Hopefully this will work better than last time."
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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)
*GG man. Do you wanna do a bit of rp now? I do kinda wanna test out Henry's RP aspect with people now that combat is down.
*Of course dude, if you ever need to combat test a character, you know where to find me. Who do you think would vibe well with him?*
*Dunno. Any of your characters gone through severe trauma and watched a lot of people close to him die Infront of him?*
*A lot more than you think. Like a lot more. I'll just stick with Rag though,*
Rag is making some meals for those who don't have much to eat, the smell of delicious stew in the air, the proud dragon man happy to help all those that he can.
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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.'
*GG man. Do you wanna do a bit of rp now? I do kinda wanna test out Henry's RP aspect with people now that combat is down.
*Of course dude, if you ever need to combat test a character, you know where to find me. Who do you think would vibe well with him?*
*Dunno. Any of your characters gone through severe trauma and watched a lot of people close to him die Infront of him?*
*A lot more than you think. Like a lot more. I'll just stick with Rag though,*
Rag is making some meals for those who don't have much to eat, the smell of delicious stew in the air, the proud dragon man happy to help all those that he can.
Henry, his gas mask now off and showing his deep blue eyes, looks towards the line and decides to get in.
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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.
*Good morning, fellow entities of paradoxical nature!*
Omori is still working on Starry Wisp, making a bit more progress than before. She's able to produce the lights, but they're only small, flickering motes that vanish a second later.
KK is working on modifying her design for the Schism, making it so the creature isn't in constant agony.
Omori see Merabelle carrying what appears to be Sparrow's unconscious body into the forest, covered in blood, another body being dragged behind her, though that one is completely mauled.
Henry joins her, if not to help through scientific knowledge, though positive words and constant love of her.
She looks somewhat worried, going over to Merabelle and looking back at the corpses. "What happened?" She asks, sounding a little concerned.
Henry's assistance in the project- both from his scientific knowledge and his encouragement- makes KK's job much easier, and in a few minutes, the necessary changes are made. "Thank you for helping, dear." She says to him, putting the various metal shards that were inside the Schism's body in a small box for potential use in a later project. "Hopefully this will work better than last time."
She looks down to them "Sparrow, I don't know, but don't worry, he ain't dead." She holds up the actual corpse "Don't know what I'll do with this one. We are gonna heal up Sparrow together, with yer druid power an' mine."
He smiles at them, running a gloved hand through his hair, sighing "I am happy I could help, I hope that this time it will work better. If not, I should be able to put it down before it feels too much pain, it may even be able to handle a stable form of the old blood alongside it."
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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.'
*Good morning, fellow entities of paradoxical nature!*
Omori is still working on Starry Wisp, making a bit more progress than before. She's able to produce the lights, but they're only small, flickering motes that vanish a second later.
KK is working on modifying her design for the Schism, making it so the creature isn't in constant agony.
*Good morning o scraggly one!*
Oliver watches her, mesmerized by the lights
*How art thou this fine 24-hour interval in this concept we call 'time'?*
She continues trying to cast the spell, not immediately noticing that Oliver is there. It looks like even these tiny lights are much harder for her to cast than her other spells.
*I am eepy but very happy! I started playing the Last of Us part 1. I love the game so much so far*
Oliver stands beside her. "Wow...they're like stars.." he mumbles
*That's great! I haven't played much of the Last of Us games, though I loved the show. Glad you're enjoying the game so far!*
"I know, right?.. Hopefully I'll be able to cast the real deal soon enough." She says back, creating another flickering light that fades as quickly as a candle flame in a windstorm.
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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)
*GG man. Do you wanna do a bit of rp now? I do kinda wanna test out Henry's RP aspect with people now that combat is down.
*Of course dude, if you ever need to combat test a character, you know where to find me. Who do you think would vibe well with him?*
*Dunno. Any of your characters gone through severe trauma and watched a lot of people close to him die Infront of him?*
*A lot more than you think. Like a lot more. I'll just stick with Rag though,*
Rag is making some meals for those who don't have much to eat, the smell of delicious stew in the air, the proud dragon man happy to help all those that he can.
Henry, his gas mask now off and showing his deep blue eyes, looks towards the line and decides to get in.
Eventually, he reaches where Rag is, who looks down at them, handing them a bowl of stew, "Nice to meet you, I haven't seen you before, Ragnerious, but most just call me Rag." He says, his voice and appearance intimidating despite his friendly smile.
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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.'
*Good morning, fellow entities of paradoxical nature!*
Omori is still working on Starry Wisp, making a bit more progress than before. She's able to produce the lights, but they're only small, flickering motes that vanish a second later.
KK is working on modifying her design for the Schism, making it so the creature isn't in constant agony.
*Good morning o scraggly one!*
Oliver watches her, mesmerized by the lights
*How art thou this fine 24-hour interval in this concept we call 'time'?*
She continues trying to cast the spell, not immediately noticing that Oliver is there. It looks like even these tiny lights are much harder for her to cast than her other spells.
*I am eepy but very happy! I started playing the Last of Us part 1. I love the game so much so far*
Oliver stands beside her. "Wow...they're like stars.." he mumbles
*That's great! I haven't played much of the Last of Us games, though I loved the show. Glad you're enjoying the game so far!*
"I know, right?.. Hopefully I'll be able to cast the real deal soon enough." She says back, creating another flickering light that fades as quickly as a candle flame in a windstorm.
*Yeah, I favor straight up fights but I usually stealth the guys with guns and throw hands with the others*
He takes her hand gently. "Try closing your eyes and envisioning what you want the light to look like. How bright and how big." he says, sounding more confident than he ever has.
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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.
*GG man. Do you wanna do a bit of rp now? I do kinda wanna test out Henry's RP aspect with people now that combat is down.
*Of course dude, if you ever need to combat test a character, you know where to find me. Who do you think would vibe well with him?*
*Dunno. Any of your characters gone through severe trauma and watched a lot of people close to him die Infront of him?*
*A lot more than you think. Like a lot more. I'll just stick with Rag though,*
Rag is making some meals for those who don't have much to eat, the smell of delicious stew in the air, the proud dragon man happy to help all those that he can.
Henry, his gas mask now off and showing his deep blue eyes, looks towards the line and decides to get in.
Eventually, he reaches where Rag is, who looks down at them, handing them a bowl of stew, "Nice to meet you, I haven't seen you before, Ragnerious, but most just call me Rag." He says, his voice and appearance intimidating despite his friendly smile.
He takes it and smiles a bit, a little blood on his teeth still. "Henry."
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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.
*Good morning, fellow entities of paradoxical nature!*
Omori is still working on Starry Wisp, making a bit more progress than before. She's able to produce the lights, but they're only small, flickering motes that vanish a second later.
KK is working on modifying her design for the Schism, making it so the creature isn't in constant agony.
Omori see Merabelle carrying what appears to be Sparrow's unconscious body into the forest, covered in blood, another body being dragged behind her, though that one is completely mauled.
Henry joins her, if not to help through scientific knowledge, though positive words and constant love of her.
She looks somewhat worried, going over to Merabelle and looking back at the corpses. "What happened?" She asks, sounding a little concerned.
Henry's assistance in the project- both from his scientific knowledge and his encouragement- makes KK's job much easier, and in a few minutes, the necessary changes are made. "Thank you for helping, dear." She says to him, putting the various metal shards that were inside the Schism's body in a small box for potential use in a later project. "Hopefully this will work better than last time."
She looks down to them "Sparrow, I don't know, but don't worry, he ain't dead." She holds up the actual corpse "Don't know what I'll do with this one. We are gonna heal up Sparrow together, with yer druid power an' mine."
He smiles at them, running a gloved hand through his hair, sighing "I am happy I could help, I hope that this time it will work better. If not, I should be able to put it down before it feels too much pain, it may even be able to handle a stable form of the old blood alongside it."
"O- oh, okay." She responds, seeming a little uncertain for a moment. "I... I don't know if I'm at the point where I can cast healing magic... but I'll help as best I can." She adds.
"Perhaps- and either way, that'd be interesting to see the results of. For now, though..." She trails off for a second, pouring a small bucket of blood inside of it before stitching up the monstrous carcass again. "Let's see if it animates again." She adds, taking a step back.
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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)
*Good morning o scraggly one!*
Oliver watches her, mesmerized by the lights
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Omori see Merabelle carrying what appears to be Sparrow's unconscious body into the forest, covered in blood, another body being dragged behind her, though that one is completely mauled.
Henry joins her, if not to help through scientific knowledge, though positive words and constant love of her.
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.)
*Ah, I love how we keep it close. If Sparrow wasn't smiting so much he probably could have healed himself. GG bro.*
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.)
*GG man. Do you wanna do a bit of rp now? I do kinda wanna test out Henry's RP aspect with people now that combat is down.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*How art thou this fine 24-hour interval in this concept we call 'time'?*
She continues trying to cast the spell, not immediately noticing that Oliver is there. It looks like even these tiny lights are much harder for her to cast than her other spells.
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)
*Of course dude, if you ever need to combat test a character, you know where to find me. Who do you think would vibe well with him?*
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 am eepy but very happy! I started playing the Last of Us part 1. I love the game so much so far*
Oliver stands beside her. "Wow...they're like stars.." he mumbles
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Dunno. Any of your characters gone through severe trauma and watched a lot of people close to him die Infront of him?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She looks somewhat worried, going over to Merabelle and looking back at the corpses. "What happened?" She asks, sounding a little concerned.
Henry's assistance in the project- both from his scientific knowledge and his encouragement- makes KK's job much easier, and in a few minutes, the necessary changes are made. "Thank you for helping, dear." She says to him, putting the various metal shards that were inside the Schism's body in a small box for potential use in a later project. "Hopefully this will work better than last time."
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)
*A lot more than you think. Like a lot more. I'll just stick with Rag though,*
Rag is making some meals for those who don't have much to eat, the smell of delicious stew in the air, the proud dragon man happy to help all those that he can.
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.)
Henry, his gas mask now off and showing his deep blue eyes, looks towards the line and decides to get in.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She looks down to them "Sparrow, I don't know, but don't worry, he ain't dead." She holds up the actual corpse "Don't know what I'll do with this one. We are gonna heal up Sparrow together, with yer druid power an' mine."
He smiles at them, running a gloved hand through his hair, sighing "I am happy I could help, I hope that this time it will work better. If not, I should be able to put it down before it feels too much pain, it may even be able to handle a stable form of the old blood alongside it."
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.)
*That's great! I haven't played much of the Last of Us games, though I loved the show. Glad you're enjoying the game so far!*
"I know, right?.. Hopefully I'll be able to cast the real deal soon enough." She says back, creating another flickering light that fades as quickly as a candle flame in a windstorm.
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)
Eventually, he reaches where Rag is, who looks down at them, handing them a bowl of stew, "Nice to meet you, I haven't seen you before, Ragnerious, but most just call me Rag." He says, his voice and appearance intimidating despite his friendly smile.
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.)
*Yeah, I favor straight up fights but I usually stealth the guys with guns and throw hands with the others*
He takes her hand gently. "Try closing your eyes and envisioning what you want the light to look like. How bright and how big." he says, sounding more confident than he ever has.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He takes it and smiles a bit, a little blood on his teeth still. "Henry."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You are hurt Henry. Let me." He puts a hand on their shoulder, healing them for 100hp.
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.)
Henry sighs a bit. "Like sinking into a warm bath..." he mutters
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 uncertain for a moment. "I... I don't know if I'm at the point where I can cast healing magic... but I'll help as best I can." She adds.
"Perhaps- and either way, that'd be interesting to see the results of. For now, though..." She trails off for a second, pouring a small bucket of blood inside of it before stitching up the monstrous carcass again. "Let's see if it animates again." She adds, taking a step back.
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 chuckles "I'm happy I could help, are you new in town Henry?"
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.)