"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.
Merabelle notices, but closes the freezer, leaving that to be talked about later. She takes Sparrow out into the dense forest, moving some of the snow to draw a druidic circle in the grass, placing Sparrow in the middle and sitting down.
He sweeps them off of their feet into a kiss, before heading toward where the town would be, happy to have this life, and with it something to live for.
Omori follows her, helping with the circle to the best of her ability before sitting beside her.
KK walks beside him, just happy to have him by her side, feeling like the luckiest and happiest partly-humanoid horror in the whole world.
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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)
"I'm reaching my early 50s. I do believe you look cool. I'm not going to pretend I know what cool is, but fighting people and then lying about it, isn't cool."
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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.'
"I'm reaching my early 50s. I do believe you look cool. I'm not going to pretend I know what cool is, but fighting people and then lying about it, isn't cool."
"Not tryna get on peoples bad sides."
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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
Omori follows her, helping with the circle to the best of her ability before sitting beside her.
KK walks beside him, just happy to have him by her side, feeling like the luckiest and happiest partly-humanoid horror in the whole world.
Merabelle takes Omori's hand, looking to them for a moment "We are gonna cast an actual spell, an' not just a cantrip. Okay?"
Eventually, they reach the Inn, Henry holding the door for them as any gentleman would, pulling out their chair for them, and then ordering an ice water.
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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.'
"I'm reaching my early 50s. I do believe you look cool. I'm not going to pretend I know what cool is, but fighting people and then lying about it, isn't cool."
"Not tryna get on peoples bad sides."
He raises an eyebrow "Then don't [gp]ing fight people in the first place."
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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.'
"I'm reaching my early 50s. I do believe you look cool. I'm not going to pretend I know what cool is, but fighting people and then lying about it, isn't cool."
"Not tryna get on peoples bad sides."
He raises an eyebrow "Then don't [gp]ing fight people in the first place."
"Not my fault."
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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.
"I'm reaching my early 50s. I do believe you look cool. I'm not going to pretend I know what cool is, but fighting people and then lying about it, isn't cool."
"Not tryna get on peoples bad sides."
He raises an eyebrow "Then don't [gp]ing fight people in the first place."
"Not my fault."
"If you lied about it, it probably was. If you don't want to fight, don't fight. That simple."
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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.'
"I'm reaching my early 50s. I do believe you look cool. I'm not going to pretend I know what cool is, but fighting people and then lying about it, isn't cool."
"Not tryna get on peoples bad sides."
He raises an eyebrow "Then don't [gp]ing fight people in the first place."
"Not my fault."
"If you lied about it, it probably was. If you don't want to fight, don't fight. That simple."
"He went for his gun."
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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 follows her, helping with the circle to the best of her ability before sitting beside her.
KK walks beside him, just happy to have him by her side, feeling like the luckiest and happiest partly-humanoid horror in the whole world.
Merabelle takes Omori's hand, looking to them for a moment "We are gonna cast an actual spell, an' not just a cantrip. Okay?"
Eventually, they reach the Inn, Henry holding the door for them as any gentleman would, pulling out their chair for them, and then ordering an ice water.
"Okay." She responds, internally readying herself for casting whatever spell they're planning.
KK thanks him for holding the door and for pulling out a chair for her, ordering a licorice tea for herself before sitting beside 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)
"I'm reaching my early 50s. I do believe you look cool. I'm not going to pretend I know what cool is, but fighting people and then lying about it, isn't cool."
"Not tryna get on peoples bad sides."
He raises an eyebrow "Then don't [gp]ing fight people in the first place."
"Not my fault."
"If you lied about it, it probably was. If you don't want to fight, don't fight. That simple."
"He went for his gun."
He squints "Where was your hand? Near your gun I assume."
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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.
*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.
Omori follows her, helping with the circle to the best of her ability before sitting beside her.
KK walks beside him, just happy to have him by her side, feeling like the luckiest and happiest partly-humanoid horror in the whole world.
Merabelle takes Omori's hand, looking to them for a moment "We are gonna cast an actual spell, an' not just a cantrip. Okay?"
Eventually, they reach the Inn, Henry holding the door for them as any gentleman would, pulling out their chair for them, and then ordering an ice water.
"Okay." She responds, internally readying herself for casting whatever spell they're planning.
KK thanks him for holding the door and for pulling out a chair for her, ordering a licorice tea for herself before sitting beside him.
Merabelle begins to channel power into them and into the druidic circle, much more power than usual as they slow try to cast a more stable Heal on Sparrow.
He smiles, just watching them happily as he drains his glass before saying "I... apologize for the way I may act sometimes, as you know, my mind isn't entirely my own."
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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.
*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
She doesn't open her eyes to look, but does smile a bit at hearing that it worked. She focuses a bit more on the little wisp of starlight, it growing in brightness by just the slightest bit.
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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
She doesn't open her eyes to look, but does smile a bit at hearing that it worked. She focuses a bit more on the little wisp of starlight, it growing in brightness by just the slightest bit.
He laughs happily. "Open your eyes!"
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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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He hoists him on his back, carrying him to a safe place.
"You two take it easy or I will take those toys away. ok?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Her eyes widen, beginning to tear up slowly as she clasps her hands together.
He doesn't flinch, used to it after all these years "You don't have to say anything, but if you want to, I'm 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.)
"You were in the way. I don't much care about being cool, I haven't since I was in my 20s."
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.)
"Im in my 30's and I'm still cool..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Omori follows her, helping with the circle to the best of her ability before sitting beside her.
KK walks beside him, just happy to have him by her side, feeling like the luckiest and happiest partly-humanoid horror in the whole world.
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'm reaching my early 50s. I do believe you look cool. I'm not going to pretend I know what cool is, but fighting people and then lying about it, isn't cool."
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.)
"Not tryna get on peoples bad sides."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(hi Yvonne)
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
Merabelle takes Omori's hand, looking to them for a moment "We are gonna cast an actual spell, an' not just a cantrip. Okay?"
Eventually, they reach the Inn, Henry holding the door for them as any gentleman would, pulling out their chair for them, and then ordering an ice water.
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 raises an eyebrow "Then don't [gp]ing fight people in the first place."
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.)
"Not my fault."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"If you lied about it, it probably was. If you don't want to fight, don't fight. That simple."
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 went for his gun."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Okay." She responds, internally readying herself for casting whatever spell they're planning.
KK thanks him for holding the door and for pulling out a chair for her, ordering a licorice tea for herself before sitting beside 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)
He squints "Where was your hand? Near your gun I assume."
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.
"It wasn't even touching the holster."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Merabelle begins to channel power into them and into the druidic circle, much more power than usual as they slow try to cast a more stable Heal on Sparrow.
He smiles, just watching them happily as he drains his glass before saying "I... apologize for the way I may act sometimes, as you know, my mind isn't entirely my own."
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 doesn't open her eyes to look, but does smile a bit at hearing that it worked. She focuses a bit more on the little wisp of starlight, it growing in brightness by just the slightest bit.
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 laughs happily. "Open your eyes!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.