She is surprised by their sudden appearance, but takes the bones from his hand, placing them in a pocket of her satchel that seemingly has many more small bones inside. "Thank you." She responds.
*It's all good*
"Yeah yeah yeah no need to thank me. It's my fault you dropped them anyway. Name's Top, you are?" He says, beginning to run again, though running much slower than before, jumping from tree to tree all around them.
"Omori." Omori answers, her eyes following him as he runs and jumps about. "Nice to meet ya, Top."
He somersaults from tree to tree, his hands never leaving his pockets as he does so "Nice to meet you too, Omori."
"So, what brings you here?" She asks, watching his acrobatic feats with equal curiosity and amazement.
"One of my buddies works here and HQ said I've got to go check on him to make sure he isn't slacking off." He smiles at them as much as he can with a bird's beak.
"HQ?" She asks, having not heard the term before. "What's the work?" She adds, genuinely curious.
“Headquarters, and that work is technically classified unless you are Negator. You aren’t a Negator right?” He asks, curious as well.
"No, I don't think so." She responds.
“Do you have any… how do I put this, especially unique abilities? Like how I’m really fast?”
"Oh, you mean like this?" She asks, before stepping back into the shadow of a tree and quite literally vanishing into it. She then pokes her head out from the shadow of another tree nearby.
When she peeks her head out she can see that he’s stopped running, and is just looking in awe at what she did, before stepping from the tree branch he was standing on and nodding “Yeah… that counts as a Negator ability.”
"Cool. I guess I am a Negator, in that case." She replies, stepping out of the shadows. "Oh, does that mean I can hear about the classified work, then?" She cheerily asks with childlike curiosity.
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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)
She is surprised by their sudden appearance, but takes the bones from his hand, placing them in a pocket of her satchel that seemingly has many more small bones inside. "Thank you." She responds.
*It's all good*
"Yeah yeah yeah no need to thank me. It's my fault you dropped them anyway. Name's Top, you are?" He says, beginning to run again, though running much slower than before, jumping from tree to tree all around them.
"Omori." Omori answers, her eyes following him as he runs and jumps about. "Nice to meet ya, Top."
He somersaults from tree to tree, his hands never leaving his pockets as he does so "Nice to meet you too, Omori."
"So, what brings you here?" She asks, watching his acrobatic feats with equal curiosity and amazement.
"One of my buddies works here and HQ said I've got to go check on him to make sure he isn't slacking off." He smiles at them as much as he can with a bird's beak.
"HQ?" She asks, having not heard the term before. "What's the work?" She adds, genuinely curious.
“Headquarters, and that work is technically classified unless you are Negator. You aren’t a Negator right?” He asks, curious as well.
"No, I don't think so." She responds.
“Do you have any… how do I put this, especially unique abilities? Like how I’m really fast?”
"Oh, you mean like this?" She asks, before stepping back into the shadow of a tree and quite literally vanishing into it. She then pokes her head out from the shadow of another tree nearby.
When she peeks her head out she can see that he’s stopped running, and is just looking in awe at what she did, before stepping from the tree branch he was standing on and nodding “Yeah… that counts as a Negator ability.”
"Cool. I guess I am a Negator, in that case." She replies, stepping out of the shadows. "Oh, does that mean I can hear about the classified work, then?" She cheerily asks with childlike curiosity.
He shrugs “I mean I guess you do, I’m here for Shen, who’s Negation ability prevents people from taking an action, and instead makes them do the opposite. Mine gives me Super Speed, but I can only stop when something serious happens to me.” He holds out one of his hands to reveal four broken fingers.
*I need to refine what Igor's power set is. I want it to be something accomplishable in DnD, even with homebrew.*
*Making monsters/reanimating the dead is a cool skill set for an antagonist, but boring for the protag. Turning into a monster is supposed to be a sometimes thing in my opinion. What I want to do is come up with a power that would say something about this lad. I don't really want bug powers, though...*
*Anyway, anyone got any mad science power ideas or something?*
She is surprised by their sudden appearance, but takes the bones from his hand, placing them in a pocket of her satchel that seemingly has many more small bones inside. "Thank you." She responds.
*It's all good*
"Yeah yeah yeah no need to thank me. It's my fault you dropped them anyway. Name's Top, you are?" He says, beginning to run again, though running much slower than before, jumping from tree to tree all around them.
"Omori." Omori answers, her eyes following him as he runs and jumps about. "Nice to meet ya, Top."
He somersaults from tree to tree, his hands never leaving his pockets as he does so "Nice to meet you too, Omori."
"So, what brings you here?" She asks, watching his acrobatic feats with equal curiosity and amazement.
"One of my buddies works here and HQ said I've got to go check on him to make sure he isn't slacking off." He smiles at them as much as he can with a bird's beak.
"HQ?" She asks, having not heard the term before. "What's the work?" She adds, genuinely curious.
“Headquarters, and that work is technically classified unless you are Negator. You aren’t a Negator right?” He asks, curious as well.
"No, I don't think so." She responds.
“Do you have any… how do I put this, especially unique abilities? Like how I’m really fast?”
"Oh, you mean like this?" She asks, before stepping back into the shadow of a tree and quite literally vanishing into it. She then pokes her head out from the shadow of another tree nearby.
When she peeks her head out she can see that he’s stopped running, and is just looking in awe at what she did, before stepping from the tree branch he was standing on and nodding “Yeah… that counts as a Negator ability.”
"Cool. I guess I am a Negator, in that case." She replies, stepping out of the shadows. "Oh, does that mean I can hear about the classified work, then?" She cheerily asks with childlike curiosity.
He shrugs “I mean I guess you do, I’m here for Shen, who’s Negation ability prevents people from taking an action, and instead makes them do the opposite. Mine gives me Super Speed, but I can only stop when something serious happens to me.” He holds out one of his hands to reveal four broken fingers.
Her eyes widen in shock upon seeing his broken fingers. "Oh my void, what happened? Are you okay? D- Do you need healing?"
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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)
He looks down to his fingers “Oh yeah probably, this hurts a lot. This is what happens every time I stop running.” He says, holding out the broken fingers to them.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
He looks down to his fingers “Oh yeah probably, this hurts a lot. This is what happens every time I stop running.” He says, holding out the broken fingers to them.
"Oh, I- I can't heal them- I'm not that far into magic yet. I do know someone who can, though. Follow me- she should be nearby." She responds, before beginning to look for her mother, checking every so often to see if Top is following.
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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 Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
He looks down to his fingers “Oh yeah probably, this hurts a lot. This is what happens every time I stop running.” He says, holding out the broken fingers to them.
"Oh, I- I can't heal them- I'm not that far into magic yet. I do know someone who can, though. Follow me- she should be nearby." She responds, before beginning to look for her mother, checking every so often to see if Top is following.
Top does follow, though he doesn’t seem too much bothered by his shattered fingers, whistling as he walks right behind them. Merabelle is in the cave making supper for them, the smell easy to follow, Top wondering what’s up with the people in this town.
He looks down to his fingers “Oh yeah probably, this hurts a lot. This is what happens every time I stop running.” He says, holding out the broken fingers to them.
"Oh, I- I can't heal them- I'm not that far into magic yet. I do know someone who can, though. Follow me- she should be nearby." She responds, before beginning to look for her mother, checking every so often to see if Top is following.
Top does follow, though he doesn’t seem too much bothered by his shattered fingers, whistling as he walks right behind them. Merabelle is in the cave making supper for them, the smell easy to follow, Top wondering what’s up with the people in this town.
Omori walks into the cave- presumably with Top following her- seeming a little worried. "Mom, can you help an acquaintance of mine?" She gestures to Top. "This is Top. I met him a little while ago, and I- I think he needs healing for his hands." She turns to Top, gesturing to Merabelle. "Top, this is my mom. She's a druid that can heal your hands."
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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)
A carriage pulls into town. A man steps out of it, looking around.
He has deep, rich, umber skin, like the color of cocoa beans. His hair is done up in dreads, draped around his shoulders, and beaded gold. His cheeks and chin have a light 5 o'clock shadow, the same color as his black hair. His eyes are a deep brown color, like that of coffee without any milk or sugar, reflecting the town around him. He wears a simple, white button-up shirt with a brown vest overtop, its golden button glinting dully. Along with that, he wears a black peacoat that is stitched with intricate designs of plants and vines. He wears a pair of brown slacks and a soft pair of brown loafers. Wrapped around his shoulder is a simple satchel made of tanned hide, it is stitched with depictions of a flowering meadow that is looked upon by the sun. He fidgets with golden rings on each of his fingers, a similar necklace and nose ring adorning his person.
He pays the carriage driver, putting on a smile, before grabbing his luggage from the top. He watches them ride away before taking a deep breath, retrieving a cloth from his pocket, and coughing into it before folding it again and placing it in his pocket once more. He hoists his bags and heads to the tavern.
He looks down to his fingers “Oh yeah probably, this hurts a lot. This is what happens every time I stop running.” He says, holding out the broken fingers to them.
"Oh, I- I can't heal them- I'm not that far into magic yet. I do know someone who can, though. Follow me- she should be nearby." She responds, before beginning to look for her mother, checking every so often to see if Top is following.
Top does follow, though he doesn’t seem too much bothered by his shattered fingers, whistling as he walks right behind them. Merabelle is in the cave making supper for them, the smell easy to follow, Top wondering what’s up with the people in this town.
Omori walks into the cave- presumably with Top following her- seeming a little worried. "Mom, can you help an acquaintance of mine?" She gestures to Top. "This is Top. I met him a little while ago, and I- I think he needs healing for his hands." She turns to Top, gesturing to Merabelle. "Top, this is my mom. She's a druid that can heal your hands."
Top looks to them, and Merabelle gives a wide smile, taking their hand and healing it in quick succession before sitting back down on her stool “Ya know ya can tell me if ya have a boyfriend Omori.” She says, smiling at them and patting their head. Top doesn’t object purely to see how Omori react.
He looks down to his fingers “Oh yeah probably, this hurts a lot. This is what happens every time I stop running.” He says, holding out the broken fingers to them.
"Oh, I- I can't heal them- I'm not that far into magic yet. I do know someone who can, though. Follow me- she should be nearby." She responds, before beginning to look for her mother, checking every so often to see if Top is following.
Top does follow, though he doesn’t seem too much bothered by his shattered fingers, whistling as he walks right behind them. Merabelle is in the cave making supper for them, the smell easy to follow, Top wondering what’s up with the people in this town.
Omori walks into the cave- presumably with Top following her- seeming a little worried. "Mom, can you help an acquaintance of mine?" She gestures to Top. "This is Top. I met him a little while ago, and I- I think he needs healing for his hands." She turns to Top, gesturing to Merabelle. "Top, this is my mom. She's a druid that can heal your hands."
Top looks to them, and Merabelle gives a wide smile, taking their hand and healing it in quick succession before sitting back down on her stool “Ya know ya can tell me if ya have a boyfriend Omori.” She says, smiling at them and patting their head. Top doesn’t object purely to see how Omori react.
"I know. I only met him later today- while I do think he's cool, I don't know him well enough for anything like that. Thank you for your help." She responds, just happy to see Top isn't in pain.
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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)
A carriage pulls into town. A man steps out of it, looking around.
He has deep, rich, umber skin, like the color of cocoa beans. His hair is done up in dreads, draped around his shoulders, and beaded gold. His cheeks and chin have a light 5 o'clock shadow, the same color as his black hair. His eyes are a deep brown color, like that of coffee without any milk or sugar, reflecting the town around him. He wears a simple, white button-up shirt with a brown vest overtop, its golden button glinting dully. Along with that, he wears a black peacoat that is stitched with intricate designs of plants and vines. He wears a pair of brown slacks and a soft pair of brown loafers. Wrapped around his shoulder is a simple satchel made of tanned hide, it is stitched with depictions of a flowering meadow that is looked upon by the sun. He fidgets with golden rings on each of his fingers, a similar necklace and nose ring adorning his person.
He pays the carriage driver, putting on a smile, before grabbing his luggage from the top. He watches them ride away before taking a deep breath, retrieving a cloth from his pocket, and coughing into it before folding it again and placing it in his pocket once more. He hoists his bags and heads to the tavern.
Riotan watches him curiously, perched on a nearby tree stump.
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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.
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"Cool. I guess I am a Negator, in that case." She replies, stepping out of the shadows. "Oh, does that mean I can hear about the classified work, then?" She cheerily asks with childlike curiosity.
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*
*Hi!*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Good morning, friend! How are you?*
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 shrugs “I mean I guess you do, I’m here for Shen, who’s Negation ability prevents people from taking an action, and instead makes them do the opposite. Mine gives me Super Speed, but I can only stop when something serious happens to me.” He holds out one of his hands to reveal four broken fingers.
*I need to refine what Igor's power set is. I want it to be something accomplishable in DnD, even with homebrew.*
*Making monsters/reanimating the dead is a cool skill set for an antagonist, but boring for the protag. Turning into a monster is supposed to be a sometimes thing in my opinion. What I want to do is come up with a power that would say something about this lad. I don't really want bug powers, though...*
*Anyway, anyone got any mad science power ideas or something?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
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Her eyes widen in shock upon seeing his broken fingers. "Oh my void, what happened? Are you okay? D- Do you need healing?"
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)
*Cut for Yvonne.*
He looks down to his fingers “Oh yeah probably, this hurts a lot. This is what happens every time I stop running.” He says, holding out the broken fingers to them.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*i am so happy right now*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Oh, I- I can't heal them- I'm not that far into magic yet. I do know someone who can, though. Follow me- she should be nearby." She responds, before beginning to look for her mother, checking every so often to see if Top is following.
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)
*tag urself as a sin cat*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Top does follow, though he doesn’t seem too much bothered by his shattered fingers, whistling as he walks right behind them. Merabelle is in the cave making supper for them, the smell easy to follow, Top wondering what’s up with the people in this town.
*probably sloth and lust*
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 is aliven.*
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
Omori walks into the cave- presumably with Top following her- seeming a little worried. "Mom, can you help an acquaintance of mine?" She gestures to Top. "This is Top. I met him a little while ago, and I- I think he needs healing for his hands." She turns to Top, gesturing to Merabelle. "Top, this is my mom. She's a druid that can heal your hands."
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 carriage pulls into town. A man steps out of it, looking around.
He has deep, rich, umber skin, like the color of cocoa beans. His hair is done up in dreads, draped around his shoulders, and beaded gold. His cheeks and chin have a light 5 o'clock shadow, the same color as his black hair. His eyes are a deep brown color, like that of coffee without any milk or sugar, reflecting the town around him. He wears a simple, white button-up shirt with a brown vest overtop, its golden button glinting dully. Along with that, he wears a black peacoat that is stitched with intricate designs of plants and vines. He wears a pair of brown slacks and a soft pair of brown loafers. Wrapped around his shoulder is a simple satchel made of tanned hide, it is stitched with depictions of a flowering meadow that is looked upon by the sun. He fidgets with golden rings on each of his fingers, a similar necklace and nose ring adorning his person.
He pays the carriage driver, putting on a smile, before grabbing his luggage from the top. He watches them ride away before taking a deep breath, retrieving a cloth from his pocket, and coughing into it before folding it again and placing it in his pocket once more. He hoists his bags and heads to the tavern.
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
Top looks to them, and Merabelle gives a wide smile, taking their hand and healing it in quick succession before sitting back down on her stool “Ya know ya can tell me if ya have a boyfriend Omori.” She says, smiling at them and patting their head. Top doesn’t object purely to see how Omori react.
"I know. I only met him later today- while I do think he's cool, I don't know him well enough for anything like that. Thank you for your help." She responds, just happy to see Top isn't in pain.
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)
Riotan watches him curiously, perched on a nearby tree stump.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.