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
Theren is inside and drinking a cup of tea. His head droops with exhaustion.
Phoenix is finishing up the scrapbook he's making for Jack. phoenix carefully places the photos down.
Leo is giving Festus his favorite snack, motor oil. He has a big smile on his face now that his friend is back.
Helios is sitting outside in the cold, coughing and sniffling a bit as he tends to his rabbits.
Isaac walks over "see you got the dragon working again"
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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
The Jedi is losing badly the General laughing as he cuts his arms clean off. The lightsaber rolls to Tims feet. "Now you die, Jedi slime."
It tastes... foreign, with ingredients definitely not from this plane, but it's good "I've got a bunch."
He smiles at that "Do you like it?"
Tim, slowly puts down the book and picks up the lightsaber. He quivers as he walks over to the General, holding out the saber, turning it off accidentally as he tries to stab at them.
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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.'
Omori is practicing her magic, when suddenly, she stops. She feels, in the back of her mind, for a few seconds, something she can only describe... as dread. Anticipation that something awful is on its way. And then the feeling vanishes, as quickly as it arrived. The little shadow is silent, not sure what this means, if anything at all.
There is a clearing in the forest- one that was not always there. Trees and stones, cut down and carved into jagged splinters by unbreakable, ferocious claws. The undergrowth, withered, the plants and the very soil bleached to a melancholy grey by a foul, infectious influence. The aftermath of a battle where neither combatant remained after- a betrayal's conclusion. Something stirs under the soil here. It's angry- so very angry- and it yearns for vengeance.
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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)
The Jedi is losing badly the General laughing as he cuts his arms clean off. The lightsaber rolls to Tims feet. "Now you die, Jedi slime."
It tastes... foreign, with ingredients definitely not from this plane, but it's good "I've got a bunch."
He smiles at that "Do you like it?"
Tim, slowly puts down the book and picks up the lightsaber. He quivers as he walks over to the General, holding out the saber, turning it off accidentally as he tries to stab at them.
"Nice."
He nods happily.
The General laughs as he kills the jedi, turning to Tim. "Fear is clearly upon you."
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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 is practicing her magic, when suddenly, she stops. She feels, in the back of her mind, for a few seconds, something she can only describe... as dread. Anticipation that something awful is on its way. And then the feeling vanishes, as quickly as it arrived. The little shadow is silent, not sure what this means, if anything at all.
There is a clearing in the forest- one that was not always there. Trees and stones, cut down and carved into jagged splinters by unbreakable, ferocious claws. The undergrowth, withered, the plants and the very soil bleached to a melancholy grey by a foul, infectious influence. The aftermath of a battle where neither combatant remained after- a betrayal's conclusion. Something stirs under the soil here. It's angry- so very angry- and it yearns for vengeance.
B1 Battle Droids March through the area, followed by General Grievous.
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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.
Theren is inside and drinking a cup of tea. His head droops with exhaustion.
Phoenix is finishing up the scrapbook he's making for Jack. phoenix carefully places the photos down.
Leo is giving Festus his favorite snack, motor oil. He has a big smile on his face now that his friend is back.
Helios is sitting outside in the cold, coughing and sniffling a bit as he tends to his rabbits.
Isaac walks over "see you got the dragon working again"
He nods happily.
"what was the issue with him?"
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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
The Jedi is losing badly the General laughing as he cuts his arms clean off. The lightsaber rolls to Tims feet. "Now you die, Jedi slime."
It tastes... foreign, with ingredients definitely not from this plane, but it's good "I've got a bunch."
He smiles at that "Do you like it?"
Tim, slowly puts down the book and picks up the lightsaber. He quivers as he walks over to the General, holding out the saber, turning it off accidentally as he tries to stab at them.
"Nice."
He nods happily.
The General laughs as he kills the jedi, turning to Tim. "Fear is clearly upon you."
Collin finishes the oil and climbs onto Jason "Want to check out some o' my other creations, mate?"
"I'm happy you trust me enough to eat the food I make."
Tim tries to move closer, though the saber is still off "S-stop all of this... stop killing people..."
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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.'
Theren is inside and drinking a cup of tea. His head droops with exhaustion.
Phoenix is finishing up the scrapbook he's making for Jack. phoenix carefully places the photos down.
Leo is giving Festus his favorite snack, motor oil. He has a big smile on his face now that his friend is back.
Helios is sitting outside in the cold, coughing and sniffling a bit as he tends to his rabbits.
Isaac walks over "see you got the dragon working again"
He nods happily.
"what was the issue with him?"
"Bad gears."
"always the simple thing that goes wrong" he chuckles
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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
The Jedi is losing badly the General laughing as he cuts his arms clean off. The lightsaber rolls to Tims feet. "Now you die, Jedi slime."
It tastes... foreign, with ingredients definitely not from this plane, but it's good "I've got a bunch."
He smiles at that "Do you like it?"
Tim, slowly puts down the book and picks up the lightsaber. He quivers as he walks over to the General, holding out the saber, turning it off accidentally as he tries to stab at them.
"Nice."
He nods happily.
The General laughs as he kills the jedi, turning to Tim. "Fear is clearly upon you."
Collin finishes the oil and climbs onto Jason "Want to check out some o' my other creations, mate?"
"I'm happy you trust me enough to eat the food I make."
Tim tries to move closer, though the saber is still off "S-stop all of this... stop killing people..."
"Sure, why not!" he says, Festus following them.
He nods, finishing the pie.
One of the Generals arms lifts him up by his shirt. "And what will you do, boy?"
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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 is practicing her magic, when suddenly, she stops. She feels, in the back of her mind, for a few seconds, something she can only describe... as dread. Anticipation that something awful is on its way. And then the feeling vanishes, as quickly as it arrived. The little shadow is silent, not sure what this means, if anything at all.
There is a clearing in the forest- one that was not always there. Trees and stones, cut down and carved into jagged splinters by unbreakable, ferocious claws. The undergrowth, withered, the plants and the very soil bleached to a melancholy grey by a foul, infectious influence. The aftermath of a battle where neither combatant remained after- a betrayal's conclusion. Something stirs under the soil here. It's angry- so very angry- and it yearns for vengeance.
*Oh absolutely fantastic, Merabelle gets to kill someone for her daughter. I don't know how to interact just yet, but good morning.*
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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.'
The Jedi is losing badly the General laughing as he cuts his arms clean off. The lightsaber rolls to Tims feet. "Now you die, Jedi slime."
It tastes... foreign, with ingredients definitely not from this plane, but it's good "I've got a bunch."
He smiles at that "Do you like it?"
Tim, slowly puts down the book and picks up the lightsaber. He quivers as he walks over to the General, holding out the saber, turning it off accidentally as he tries to stab at them.
"Nice."
He nods happily.
The General laughs as he kills the jedi, turning to Tim. "Fear is clearly upon you."
Collin finishes the oil and climbs onto Jason "Want to check out some o' my other creations, mate?"
"I'm happy you trust me enough to eat the food I make."
Tim tries to move closer, though the saber is still off "S-stop all of this... stop killing people..."
"Sure, why not!" he says, Festus following them.
He nods, finishing the pie.
One of the Generals arms lifts him up by his shirt. "And what will you do, boy?"
He leads them to his shop, weapons and armor line the walls, Materia seen in the counter, with labels that show what they do, similar Materia sharing the same colors.
"Do you feel any warmer than before?"
He opens his eyes, looking into theirs as he raises the saber to their chest "I'll... kill you..." His eyes show the determination to do 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.'
The Jedi is losing badly the General laughing as he cuts his arms clean off. The lightsaber rolls to Tims feet. "Now you die, Jedi slime."
It tastes... foreign, with ingredients definitely not from this plane, but it's good "I've got a bunch."
He smiles at that "Do you like it?"
Tim, slowly puts down the book and picks up the lightsaber. He quivers as he walks over to the General, holding out the saber, turning it off accidentally as he tries to stab at them.
"Nice."
He nods happily.
The General laughs as he kills the jedi, turning to Tim. "Fear is clearly upon you."
Collin finishes the oil and climbs onto Jason "Want to check out some o' my other creations, mate?"
"I'm happy you trust me enough to eat the food I make."
Tim tries to move closer, though the saber is still off "S-stop all of this... stop killing people..."
"Sure, why not!" he says, Festus following them.
He nods, finishing the pie.
One of the Generals arms lifts him up by his shirt. "And what will you do, boy?"
He leads them to his shop, weapons and armor line the walls, Materia seen in the counter, with labels that show what they do, similar Materia sharing the same colors.
"Do you feel any warmer than before?"
He opens his eyes, looking into theirs as he raises the saber to their chest "I'll... kill you..." His eyes show the determination to do it.
Festus stays outside, peeking his head through the door. Leo looks around.
He shakes his head no.
He chucks them against the tree, igniting all four sabers. "Then try to boy."
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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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*hey*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(you want to rp?)
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
*What kind of person doesn't enjoy the time they have? AND WHO COUGHS WITH THEIR MOUTH OPEN!!*
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.)
*Sure, here's who I got*
Theren is inside and drinking a cup of tea. His head droops with exhaustion.
Phoenix is finishing up the scrapbook he's making for Jack. phoenix carefully places the photos down.
Leo is giving Festus his favorite snack, motor oil. He has a big smile on his face now that his friend is back.
Helios is sitting outside in the cold, coughing and sniffling a bit as he tends to his rabbits.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Isaac walks over "see you got the dragon working again"
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
He nods happily.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It tastes... foreign, with ingredients definitely not from this plane, but it's good "I've got a bunch."
He smiles at that "Do you like it?"
Tim, slowly puts down the book and picks up the lightsaber. He quivers as he walks over to the General, holding out the saber, turning it off accidentally as he tries to stab at them.
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.)
*Good morning, my lovely 1s and 0s!*
Omori is practicing her magic, when suddenly, she stops. She feels, in the back of her mind, for a few seconds, something she can only describe... as dread. Anticipation that something awful is on its way. And then the feeling vanishes, as quickly as it arrived. The little shadow is silent, not sure what this means, if anything at all.
There is a clearing in the forest- one that was not always there. Trees and stones, cut down and carved into jagged splinters by unbreakable, ferocious claws. The undergrowth, withered, the plants and the very soil bleached to a melancholy grey by a foul, infectious influence. The aftermath of a battle where neither combatant remained after- a betrayal's conclusion. Something stirs under the soil here. It's angry- so very angry- and it yearns for vengeance.
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)
"Nice."
He nods happily.
The General laughs as he kills the jedi, turning to Tim. "Fear is clearly upon you."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
B1 Battle Droids March through the area, followed by General Grievous.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"what was the issue with him?"
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
"Bad gears."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Collin finishes the oil and climbs onto Jason "Want to check out some o' my other creations, mate?"
"I'm happy you trust me enough to eat the food I make."
Tim tries to move closer, though the saber is still off "S-stop all of this... stop killing people..."
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.)
"always the simple thing that goes wrong" he chuckles
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
"Sure, why not!" he says, Festus following them.
He nods, finishing the pie.
One of the Generals arms lifts him up by his shirt. "And what will you do, boy?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Oh absolutely fantastic, Merabelle gets to kill someone for her daughter. I don't know how to interact just yet, but good morning.*
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 nods, laughing a bit.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He leads them to his shop, weapons and armor line the walls, Materia seen in the counter, with labels that show what they do, similar Materia sharing the same colors.
"Do you feel any warmer than before?"
He opens his eyes, looking into theirs as he raises the saber to their chest "I'll... kill you..." His eyes show the determination to do 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.)
*Hey bois! I wrote a bit of lore for my OP villain!*
*I got permission from Lawrence, the only active mod at the moment.*
*Anyway, here's a link to the post.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Festus stays outside, peeking his head through the door. Leo looks around.
He shakes his head no.
He chucks them against the tree, igniting all four sabers. "Then try to boy."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.