“I know this dream of life is never ending. It goes round, and round, and round again… I know the sun will rise while descending, it goes on, and on, and never ends…”
a girl sits on the roof of the tavern. She stares blankly into the sky, her porcelain, ‘skin,’ shiny and white under the sun. She’s barely four and a half feet tall, with a veil covering her fake face. Her hands by her sides, you can see the joints and the wood beneath her skin. Her cheeks are painted rosy, her eyes a vibrant yellow. She wears a black dress, as if she were attending a funeral. She doesn’t breathe, but moves as if she were. By her side is a black umbrella. She sings the same little melody to herself, over and over, and over.
introducing Mary-Anne Beckett, the sin of Gluttony.
Omori is also sitting on the roof, pausing upon hearing her song. After a long while, the little shadow can be faintly heard humming to the tune.
“It goes on, and on, and never ends…” she sings. She turns her head to Omori, and lets out a little, unnatural chuckle. “Ha-Ha. Hello.”
“I know this dream of life is never ending. It goes round, and round, and round again… I know the sun will rise while descending, it goes on, and on, and never ends…”
a girl sits on the roof of the tavern. She stares blankly into the sky, her porcelain, ‘skin,’ shiny and white under the sun. She’s barely four and a half feet tall, with a veil covering her fake face. Her hands by her sides, you can see the joints and the wood beneath her skin. Her cheeks are painted rosy, her eyes a vibrant yellow. She wears a black dress, as if she were attending a funeral. She doesn’t breathe, but moves as if she were. By her side is a black umbrella. She sings the same little melody to herself, over and over, and over.
introducing Mary-Anne Beckett, the sin of Gluttony.
Malafasa lands behind her, glowering.
Mary-Anne’s head turns 180 degrees, followed by the rest of her body, to face Malafasa. “Hello.”
(I haven’t been keeping track, is Malafasa one of the sins? And could I have a description?)
*Yes; envy; ravenlike aarakocra with four arms, fifteen-foot-wide wings, constantly bloodshot eyes, and two warhammers.*
"Could you, like, stop singing for a little bit? It's so, so annoying." She croaks.
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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.
*So, I'm making a cozy sort of story/character to go in a dark fantasy/steampunk setting.*
*But I'm struggling to come up with a place to start with all this. I guess once I come up with themes and such, I should probably come up with a magic system and a location for the story. Or maybe I should make the character and base everything else around them. That seems like a good idea.*
“I know this dream of life is never ending. It goes round, and round, and round again… I know the sun will rise while descending, it goes on, and on, and never ends…”
a girl sits on the roof of the tavern. She stares blankly into the sky, her porcelain, ‘skin,’ shiny and white under the sun. She’s barely four and a half feet tall, with a veil covering her fake face. Her hands by her sides, you can see the joints and the wood beneath her skin. Her cheeks are painted rosy, her eyes a vibrant yellow. She wears a black dress, as if she were attending a funeral. She doesn’t breathe, but moves as if she were. By her side is a black umbrella. She sings the same little melody to herself, over and over, and over.
introducing Mary-Anne Beckett, the sin of Gluttony.
Malafasa lands behind her, glowering.
Mary-Anne’s head turns 180 degrees, followed by the rest of her body, to face Malafasa. “Hello.”
(I haven’t been keeping track, is Malafasa one of the sins? And could I have a description?)
*Yes; envy; ravenlike aarakocra with four arms, fifteen-foot-wide wings, constantly bloodshot eyes, and two warhammers.*
"Could you, like, stop singing for a little bit? It's so, so annoying." She croaks.
“If you insist. It’s… good… to see you again.” She says, in a less singsongy manner. She gets up and takes a few steps to Malafasa, leaning on her umbrella.
James is in his agency, talking with a few of his men over a case they are working on. He stalks outside, a little more than miffed, before putting on his charming smile and attitude. He fishes a cigar from his pocket, lighting it, and heading towards downtown.
Harlow is outside in the creeks, the ones connecting to the ocean. He is digging around in the sediment, picking out small bug-like creatures from the silt and sand.
The Writer and Scott are at the bar. The Writer is down suspicious amounts of alcohol while Scott drinks coffee.
“I know this dream of life is never ending. It goes round, and round, and round again… I know the sun will rise while descending, it goes on, and on, and never ends…”
a girl sits on the roof of the tavern. She stares blankly into the sky, her porcelain, ‘skin,’ shiny and white under the sun. She’s barely four and a half feet tall, with a veil covering her fake face. Her hands by her sides, you can see the joints and the wood beneath her skin. Her cheeks are painted rosy, her eyes a vibrant yellow. She wears a black dress, as if she were attending a funeral. She doesn’t breathe, but moves as if she were. By her side is a black umbrella. She sings the same little melody to herself, over and over, and over.
introducing Mary-Anne Beckett, the sin of Gluttony.
Omori is also sitting on the roof, pausing upon hearing her song. After a long while, the little shadow can be faintly heard humming to the tune.
“It goes on, and on, and never ends…” she sings. She turns her head to Omori, and lets out a little, unnatural chuckle. “Ha-Ha. Hello.”
She turns to face Mary-Anne as well, a small, sharp-toothed smile on her face. "Hello." She responds, waving to her.
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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 know this dream of life is never ending. It goes round, and round, and round again… I know the sun will rise while descending, it goes on, and on, and never ends…”
a girl sits on the roof of the tavern. She stares blankly into the sky, her porcelain, ‘skin,’ shiny and white under the sun. She’s barely four and a half feet tall, with a veil covering her fake face. Her hands by her sides, you can see the joints and the wood beneath her skin. Her cheeks are painted rosy, her eyes a vibrant yellow. She wears a black dress, as if she were attending a funeral. She doesn’t breathe, but moves as if she were. By her side is a black umbrella. She sings the same little melody to herself, over and over, and over.
introducing Mary-Anne Beckett, the sin of Gluttony.
Malafasa lands behind her, glowering.
Mary-Anne’s head turns 180 degrees, followed by the rest of her body, to face Malafasa. “Hello.”
(I haven’t been keeping track, is Malafasa one of the sins? And could I have a description?)
*Yes; envy; ravenlike aarakocra with four arms, fifteen-foot-wide wings, constantly bloodshot eyes, and two warhammers.*
"Could you, like, stop singing for a little bit? It's so, so annoying." She croaks.
“If you insist. It’s… good… to see you again.” She says, in a less singsongy manner. She gets up and takes a few steps to Malafasa, leaning on her umbrella.
"Is it? Of course not. What reason do you have to care?"
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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.
“I know this dream of life is never ending. It goes round, and round, and round again… I know the sun will rise while descending, it goes on, and on, and never ends…”
a girl sits on the roof of the tavern. She stares blankly into the sky, her porcelain, ‘skin,’ shiny and white under the sun. She’s barely four and a half feet tall, with a veil covering her fake face. Her hands by her sides, you can see the joints and the wood beneath her skin. Her cheeks are painted rosy, her eyes a vibrant yellow. She wears a black dress, as if she were attending a funeral. She doesn’t breathe, but moves as if she were. By her side is a black umbrella. She sings the same little melody to herself, over and over, and over.
introducing Mary-Anne Beckett, the sin of Gluttony.
Malafasa lands behind her, glowering.
Mary-Anne’s head turns 180 degrees, followed by the rest of her body, to face Malafasa. “Hello.”
(I haven’t been keeping track, is Malafasa one of the sins? And could I have a description?)
*Yes; envy; ravenlike aarakocra with four arms, fifteen-foot-wide wings, constantly bloodshot eyes, and two warhammers.*
"Could you, like, stop singing for a little bit? It's so, so annoying." She croaks.
“If you insist. It’s… good… to see you again.” She says, in a less singsongy manner. She gets up and takes a few steps to Malafasa, leaning on her umbrella.
"Is it? Of course not. What reason do you have to care?"
She sighs. “I was trying to be pleasant, but now I remember that doesn’t work all too well. I’m going to keep singing now, since this isn’t a very particularly enjoyable conversation. alright?”
*y'all ever just devolve mentally and emotionally to the point where you stare at the ceiling for three hours listening to the buzz of the florescent lights?*
*also sins? I am so curious, can I possibly join if that's an option*
"But then... you just said 'the The Hero's Association'. Shouldn't it just be the HA?"
"How about... Clover?" She picks it up and gently pets it.
Riotan takes out marigold petals and sprinkles them over Stroth's torso. He then takes out a ritual flint knife. "Now, for this part I'll have to take some of your own blood. Where should I cut?"
"I didn't make the title, take it up with my bosses." He shrugs, still smiling.
"Aw that's awesome! I like that one! I was thinking something dumb like Megatron or something."
"Uhh I guess my left leg, it's numb right now." She shrugs before quickly sitting up "Wait! This wasn't the body I had the baby in, is it going to work?"
“I see.” Thirteen writes something down in his journal.
“What’s a megatron?”
“Of course it’ll work. I would never propose something that wouldn’t work.”
He tilts his head before turning to woman and takes a photo with her.
"It's a dude from a comic." He said, smiling "big robotic man."
She nods and lies back down "Sorry.. just worried."
Thirteen just continues to stand there and write.
“…okay, so none of those words mean any more to me than the word ‘Megatron’.” She chuckles.
“Makes sense.” He nods, sliding the blade along her calf, creating the shallowest possible cut to draw blood. He then wipes the blood on his hand and places it over her forehead. “Alright, all set up. You ready?”
The man turns back around and smiles with the same huge, fake smile "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"I still like the name clover." He smiles.
She nods.
“Not really. Just observing, I suppose.” He tucks his sword back into his bag of holding.
“Yeah, it’s pretty good I think.”
“Alright. Now how long did you have the fetus beforehand?”
"Then off with you!" He says, still smiling, as he ushers him off like a child.
"Well Clover, welcome to our little crew." He says.
"Carrying for 8 months at least..'
Thirteen looks agitated but says nothing, departing. *good end?*
Loriche nods and rubs Clover's head.
"Alright." Rio places one hand at the top of her head and the other at her lower midriff. "This may sting."
*Sure!*
Clover leans into her hand and crawls out of Home's arms and on to her shoulder.
She nods and closes her eyes.
*Got anyone else you want to use?*
"Awwwwwww..." Loriche raises that arm like a falconer.
A dull, sore pain radiates from the points of his hand. Riotan begins rasping out twisted hymns in Abyssal.
*I suppose Mauric.*
It stands proudly on her arm, it's tail swishing.
She hisses a bit "Okay, not as numb as I thought."
Mauric is making something with eggs.
Loriche laughs. "I should make her some armor..."
"Just think painless thoughts!" He suggests before continuing the unclean paean.
Harlow walks up to him and nods his head "Hello Mauric."
"Little kitty armor!" he gushes.
"I am trying." She shoots him a look before chuckling.
"Hi!" Mauric smiles at him.
"Yeah but it'd be hard to model. How do you get the measurements of a cat?"
Riotan keeps hissing and uttering his profane lyrics. You begin to feel the rushing of 8 months of natal pain wreaking havoc on your body once more, all in a single flash.
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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.
“I know this dream of life is never ending. It goes round, and round, and round again… I know the sun will rise while descending, it goes on, and on, and never ends…”
a girl sits on the roof of the tavern. She stares blankly into the sky, her porcelain, ‘skin,’ shiny and white under the sun. She’s barely four and a half feet tall, with a veil covering her fake face. Her hands by her sides, you can see the joints and the wood beneath her skin. Her cheeks are painted rosy, her eyes a vibrant yellow. She wears a black dress, as if she were attending a funeral. She doesn’t breathe, but moves as if she were. By her side is a black umbrella. She sings the same little melody to herself, over and over, and over.
introducing Mary-Anne Beckett, the sin of Gluttony.
Omori is also sitting on the roof, pausing upon hearing her song. After a long while, the little shadow can be faintly heard humming to the tune.
“It goes on, and on, and never ends…” she sings. She turns her head to Omori, and lets out a little, unnatural chuckle. “Ha-Ha. Hello.”
She turns to face Mary-Anne as well, a small, sharp-toothed smile on her face. "Hello." She responds, waving to her.
She waves back at Omori. “Nice to meet you! Did you like my song?”
*y'all ever just devolve mentally and emotionally to the point where you stare at the ceiling for three hours listening to the buzz of the florescent lights?*
*also sins? I am so curious, can I possibly join if that's an option*
*i think Sloth is still open*
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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.
*y'all ever just devolve mentally and emotionally to the point where you stare at the ceiling for three hours listening to the buzz of the florescent lights?*
*also sins? I am so curious, can I possibly join if that's an option*
“I know this dream of life is never ending. It goes round, and round, and round again… I know the sun will rise while descending, it goes on, and on, and never ends…”
a girl sits on the roof of the tavern. She stares blankly into the sky, her porcelain, ‘skin,’ shiny and white under the sun. She’s barely four and a half feet tall, with a veil covering her fake face. Her hands by her sides, you can see the joints and the wood beneath her skin. Her cheeks are painted rosy, her eyes a vibrant yellow. She wears a black dress, as if she were attending a funeral. She doesn’t breathe, but moves as if she were. By her side is a black umbrella. She sings the same little melody to herself, over and over, and over.
introducing Mary-Anne Beckett, the sin of Gluttony.
Malafasa lands behind her, glowering.
Mary-Anne’s head turns 180 degrees, followed by the rest of her body, to face Malafasa. “Hello.”
(I haven’t been keeping track, is Malafasa one of the sins? And could I have a description?)
*Yes; envy; ravenlike aarakocra with four arms, fifteen-foot-wide wings, constantly bloodshot eyes, and two warhammers.*
"Could you, like, stop singing for a little bit? It's so, so annoying." She croaks.
“If you insist. It’s… good… to see you again.” She says, in a less singsongy manner. She gets up and takes a few steps to Malafasa, leaning on her umbrella.
"Is it? Of course not. What reason do you have to care?"
She sighs. “I was trying to be pleasant, but now I remember that doesn’t work all too well. I’m going to keep singing now, since this isn’t a very particularly enjoyable conversation. alright?”
"Wait!" Mala sighs too. "Alright, I'm... sorry. But... do you have our mission? Have they given you the actual directive? 'Cause we're all out here with no info, and if we have to just sit here and let awful things happen to us with no communication, I'm gonna get real pissed."
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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.
*y'all ever just devolve mentally and emotionally to the point where you stare at the ceiling for three hours listening to the buzz of the florescent lights?*
*also sins? I am so curious, can I possibly join if that's an option*
*i think Sloth is still open*
*who are the current ones? :0*
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“It goes on, and on, and never ends…” she sings. She turns her head to Omori, and lets out a little, unnatural chuckle. “Ha-Ha. Hello.”
*Yes; envy; ravenlike aarakocra with four arms, fifteen-foot-wide wings, constantly bloodshot eyes, and two warhammers.*
"Could you, like, stop singing for a little bit? It's so, so annoying." She croaks.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*So, I'm making a cozy sort of story/character to go in a dark fantasy/steampunk setting.*
*But I'm struggling to come up with a place to start with all this. I guess once I come up with themes and such, I should probably come up with a magic system and a location for the story. Or maybe I should make the character and base everything else around them. That seems like a good idea.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“If you insist. It’s… good… to see you again.” She says, in a less singsongy manner. She gets up and takes a few steps to Malafasa, leaning on her umbrella.
James is in his agency, talking with a few of his men over a case they are working on. He stalks outside, a little more than miffed, before putting on his charming smile and attitude. He fishes a cigar from his pocket, lighting it, and heading towards downtown.
Harlow is outside in the creeks, the ones connecting to the ocean. He is digging around in the sediment, picking out small bug-like creatures from the silt and sand.
The Writer and Scott are at the bar. The Writer is down suspicious amounts of alcohol while Scott drinks coffee.
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
She turns to face Mary-Anne as well, a small, sharp-toothed smile on her face. "Hello." She responds, waving to her.
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)
"Is it? Of course not. What reason do you have to care?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He chuckles at that, nodding “Understood. It is nice to meet you.”
She sighs. “I was trying to be pleasant, but now I remember that doesn’t work all too well. I’m going to keep singing now, since this isn’t a very particularly enjoyable conversation. alright?”
*y'all ever just devolve mentally and emotionally to the point where you stare at the ceiling for three hours listening to the buzz of the florescent lights?*
*also sins? I am so curious, can I possibly join if that's an option*
"You too" Their left eye drips with some black liquid
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
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 waves back at Omori. “Nice to meet you! Did you like my song?”
*i think Sloth is still open*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*ohhh lights*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
He holds out a hand “You are bleeding, do you want healing?” Close to him, it’s extremely hot.
*Cut for Jobah.*
He heads over to the kitchen, grabbing a gallon bucket.
He shrugs "I guess like anything?"
She screeches in pain, her hands turning into claws.
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
"Wait!" Mala sighs too. "Alright, I'm... sorry. But... do you have our mission? Have they given you the actual directive? 'Cause we're all out here with no info, and if we have to just sit here and let awful things happen to us with no communication, I'm gonna get real pissed."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Don't worry. It ain't blood, just... well maybe it is. I'm okay though"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*who are the current ones? :0*