*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.
*Apologies for the delay*
She nods, closing her eyes and taking a breath. A few seconds later, another tiny flickering light appears in her outstretched hand... and doesn't disappear. It's a rather dim light, but it persists nonetheless.
*All good. I passed out in class. Sorry for my delay*
"There we go!" he says happily
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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 man tanks the hit, standing up and quick drawing his pistol. "I don't wanna fight you idiot." he snarls. He clicks off the safety and aims for their head. "Let's talk this out, alright?"
He nods. "And the third? Where is the little guy?"
"You decided to start (GP). You walked into something you didn't need to be apart of but chose to." He snarls.
She points under the bed. He can here a squealing like giggle as a little blue tiefling shoots out and bites Theren's ankle.
"I shot in the air to break it up." he says calmly, removing his gas mask. His deep blue eyes stare at him, pleading. "Look man, just tryna help."
"Agh! You little ankle biter!" he says, scooping him up in his arms.
"You were going to try and interrupt an archdevil, beating up a stupid arse journalist who took a photo of my face without my mask on, was planning on putting it in the paper?" He folds his arms.
He squirms and squeals happily. She smiles and stands up.
"I was going to try to settle this more civilly that you beating a man half to death." he says, splitting out some blood.
He kisses both of their foreheads. "Hey buddy. I got ya a toy. But can you do your pops a favor and go grab your sisters?"
"You got five seconds to leave before I decide to stop being polite." he growls.
He makes some sort of noise and scurries off on all fours. She sighs "He thinks he's a dog today."
He sighs. "look mister, I ain't got no trouble with you." he holsters his gun and extends his hand. "Lets try this again. Im Henry."
He chuckles. "Hey buddy..I'm gonna need ya to be a boy for just a minute."
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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 man tanks the hit, standing up and quick drawing his pistol. "I don't wanna fight you idiot." he snarls. He clicks off the safety and aims for their head. "Let's talk this out, alright?"
He nods. "And the third? Where is the little guy?"
"You decided to start (GP). You walked into something you didn't need to be apart of but chose to." He snarls.
She points under the bed. He can here a squealing like giggle as a little blue tiefling shoots out and bites Theren's ankle.
"I shot in the air to break it up." he says calmly, removing his gas mask. His deep blue eyes stare at him, pleading. "Look man, just tryna help."
"Agh! You little ankle biter!" he says, scooping him up in his arms.
"You were going to try and interrupt an archdevil, beating up a stupid arse journalist who took a photo of my face without my mask on, was planning on putting it in the paper?" He folds his arms.
He squirms and squeals happily. She smiles and stands up.
"I was going to try to settle this more civilly that you beating a man half to death." he says, splitting out some blood.
He kisses both of their foreheads. "Hey buddy. I got ya a toy. But can you do your pops a favor and go grab your sisters?"
"You got five seconds to leave before I decide to stop being polite." he growls.
He makes some sort of noise and scurries off on all fours. She sighs "He thinks he's a dog today."
He sighs. "look mister, I ain't got no trouble with you." he holsters his gun and extends his hand. "Lets try this again. Im Henry."
He chuckles. "Hey buddy..I'm gonna need ya to be a boy for just a minute."
"And I don't (GP) care." he snarls "What do you want?"
He makes a noise similar to a bark and runs away. She sighs before giving and grin and thumbs up "Parenting!!"
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
"I'm sure I can- I'll try my best to, at least." She follows her mother back to the cave, seeming a little confused for a second upon seeing the corpse placed in the freezer, but not asking anything.
The Schism, after a few minutes, is animate once more. It still seems to be in some pain, though far less. The poor thing seems hesitant to move much at all at first, as if worried that the pain will return if it does. KK seems content. "Seems like it worked- for now, at least. It still grows stronger from pain- just doesn't need to be constantly suffering to live."
"Don't worry, I ain't gonna do nothin' bad with 'em. Ya know I'm cursed with an endless hunger an' all that. I'm just gonna eat 'em, ta don't need ta end any." She begins to prepare, grabbing spell components for both of them to use.
Henry seems happy that it worked out, putting his blades back into their sheaths "Fabulous, it seems to be going perfectly well. That is most of my day's plans spent. Would you like to grab something to drink, go for a walk in the park?"
"Oh, okay." Omori simply responds, helping grab the necessary spell components. For one second, she looks back at the freezer with morbid curiosity, before dismissively shaking her head in response to seemingly nothing and continuing to gather ingredients for the spells.
KK walks back over to beside Henry, visibly less tense now that the creature isn't in constant agony or hungry for blood. "I'd love to. That sounds wonderful." She responds, wrapping an arm around his shoulder smiling softly back at him.
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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)
*All good. I passed out in class. Sorry for my delay*
"There we go!" he says happily
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"The way you looked suggested otherwise. Don't lie to me again, understand?"
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.)
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Of course, I noticed, thank you.*
Merabelle is at her cave, cooking up the corpse of the photographer, humming to herself as she does so.
Tengen is meditating in the forest again, trying to reach as close to peace as he can possibly manage.
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.)
"Compared to what i've faced, he ain't nothin special. And yeah sure whatever."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"And I don't (GP) care." he snarls "What do you want?"
He makes a noise similar to a bark and runs away. She sighs before giving and grin and thumbs up "Parenting!!"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Yeah yeah, everyone's a legendary adventurer who has faced gods and beyond. You aren't special here."
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.)
"Just looking for some directions mister." he says, lowering his hand.
"he'll bring em.." he says with a sigh and sitting down on the bed.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Figured such. Everyone looks tough. You just gotta find what makes em tick."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Edwin appears, peeking into the cave.
Masuki is beside him, fidgeting with her hoodie strings.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"To where exactly?" he narrowed his eyes.
After a few minutes, all three of them are upstairs.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"If you want to think of it that way, best of luck not getting yourself killed by someone stronger than you."
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.)
*Replied back on the pm*
Merabelle smiles, waving them over once she notices them "Oh come on Edwin, sweetheart."
He opens an eye slowly "Masuki, are you okay?" He asks, getting out of his mediation.
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.)
(you want to rp wendo)
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
"just a place to rest."
"Hey kiddos." he says, opening the bag of toys. "This is for all of you to share. Happy Late Christmas." he says with a small smile
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Oh, okay." Omori simply responds, helping grab the necessary spell components. For one second, she looks back at the freezer with morbid curiosity, before dismissively shaking her head in response to seemingly nothing and continuing to gather ingredients for the spells.
KK walks back over to beside Henry, visibly less tense now that the creature isn't in constant agony or hungry for blood. "I'd love to. That sounds wonderful." She responds, wrapping an arm around his shoulder smiling softly back at him.
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)
"I should be fine."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Would anyone else also like to rp? Be warned- there may be drama and chaos! :D*
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 takes the invitation and walks inside, hiding something behind his back.
She nods silently, not looking up.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Tavern. Called Lords Rest Inn." He grumbles.
Their eyes light up as, like a packed of hyenas, they begin to rip into it.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘