She keeps up with the pace each time it changes, her own melody being erratic as well- like a broken mirror with all of its pieces rearranged into new shapes- odd time signatures and discordant notes that still blend beautifully with his playing.
After another minute of this struggle, Omori runs from the forest to her mother's aid, which draws the Seer's attention for just long enough that they lose a bit of their focus. The Seer's Shadow panics to regain an advantage, but is pushed back into the earth by Merabelle's magic, and the small extra bit of druidic magic that comes from Omori channeling her energy into her mother's magic, spending all of her own spell slots.
Once the song is finished, he takes his hands off the piano, smiling softly as he opens his eyes back up "That was fun, you really are perfect for me." He puts his hands in the pocket of his coat, fidgeting with something before seemingly thinking better of it and taking one of her hands.
With their combined power, the weight is much lighter, and pushing the Seer back into the ground and sealing it back up becomes a far easier task. Merabelle expends all of her spell slots as well to make sure that the seal lasts until they can get a long enough rest to regenerate them. Once it is finished, she falls out of her starry form, looking down to Omori with a smile.
"It was- even if mine was a little off-key." She chuckles a bit, noticing his hand move to his coat pocket for a moment but not commenting on it. "We really are perfect for each other, aren't we?"
She looks over at the ground where that abominable force is contained, falling to her knees with exhaustion, having spent all her spell slots and most of her stamina. "How... how long will it last?" She asks, still catching her breath from running here.
"It wasn't meant to be off key? It was very good either way." He chuckles, tapping his foot absentmindedly, restlessly "You are perfect for me, that much as true, as for the other way, I do not know."
She sighs heavily, taking long and deep breaths to get all of her own stamina back, laying on the grass as it grows back from the druidic power in the soil "It'll last twelve hours... enough fer us ta rest an' a little bit more."
"No, I fully mean it- you are perfect for me as well. There isn't a single thing I would wish to be any different." She responds, smiling warmly back at him.
"And then we'll do this all over again..." She adds. "...We'll have to find a way to actually destroy her eventually."
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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 do not know yet but the feeling creeps into my bones. It is my job to drive darkness and evil back" They said, their large ears flapping.
Arthur turns around quickly, whipping out his revolver "You got a second to show yerself."
"A noble goal to have. You are... well, I don't know you too well, so I won't call you a hero just yet." He says with a sharp smile.
He feels a tap on his shoulder, and the voice of his old caretaker again "You couldn't hit me with that thing if you wanted to, and you don't want to."
"I suppose I am considered a hero, I am a champion of the sun, the torchbearer.. But that doesn't mean much, just a title."
"Yes I do." He snarls.
"Humble too, good for you. If you need help combating this evil, I would be happy to try."
"An' what's that fer? I an do anythin' too bad ta ya." The voice says, still close, but unseen.
"I could use all the help I can get.." They said and smiled happily.
"Believe me, after the amount of horse[GP] you made me go through, I made this to take you out.."
"Then call me whenever you need it. I'm not a good detective, but I'm a decent fighter."
"Oh come on, I didn't make you go through nothin' no one else ain't have ta go through." He finally sees her, looking almost identical to before, hands behind her back as she softly smiles at them.
They nod, bowing their head again "I thank you Rag.."
He bares his teeth, tattoos running up his skin glowing bright gold.
"No, I fully mean it- you are perfect for me as well. There isn't a single thing I would wish to be any different." She responds, smiling warmly back at him.
"And then we'll do this all over again..." She adds. "...We'll have to find a way to actually destroy her eventually."
"You flatter me all too much." He smiles back at them, cracking his neck a bit, before putting his things away, his coat, his shortswords, his pistol and bow.
"An' this'll give us a lot more time than we already got. All we need ta do is let her try to break out, an' go kill 'er then."
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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.'
A black portal opens in the ground under a nearby town, looking like an inky smear, slowly leaking upward into the sky to resemble a black, upside-down waterfall. Buildings begin to crack and bleed and float upward in the tide, losing their color along with everything else in the vicinity. Slowly, agonizingly, the entire town is pulled into the dark fountain. Men, women, children, animals, trees, art, buildings, all the hope and love of this place... extinguished in less than an hour.
Suddenly, the shadowy substance begins to warp and twist into... a castle. No, a factory. A crab? What is this thing? It's made of the material of every object and being dragged into it, but it fails to resemble anything conventionally human or architecturally possible.
Someone... no, something sits alone at a table on an upside-down portion of the roof, reading a newspaper and passively snacking on a feast made from the remains of those too small and tender to be used as building materials. It wears dark, comfortable clothes, with plenty of fluff and comforting fabrics expensive and intricate enough to bankrupt most empires.
After a bit, it sets down its newspaper and floats down from the roof before heading for the tavern. It has golden pupils, the only real color in its humanoid body, and a black sun hat with an ouroboros-shaped crown around it. The color seems to drain out of the environment around him as half-formed nightmares crawl through nearby shadows to scavenge in his wake.
The Seer's Shadow watches from beneath the soil, immensely curious about the something sitting on that upside-down roof, and decides to spend a little bit of her power to see what it is. The shadows all around the being seem to grow a touch darker, as a humanoid figure made entirely of shadowy, inky ichor emerges from the upside-down roof near him- an avatar of its power.
"Hello there." It speaks with a voice that is not its own, but that of its creator.
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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)
They nod, bowing their head again "I thank you Rag.."
He bares his teeth, tattoos running up his skin glowing bright gold.
He shakes his head "You shouldn't, I am more of a danger, than most, if not all foes you have faced. For that, I apologize."
She rolls her eyes, taking their hand with the gun, putting it to her own head "If ya want ta shoot, then shoot. I actually came here fer somethin' else, but let's get this out the way."
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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 Creature in the Woods is laying on the ground, picking at the dirt.
-new intro-
Walking down the bustling city street is a young man with neatly cut black hair with dark blue highlights. He has mechanical legs, and a robotic eye, and wears futuristic street clothes. He has scuffed sneakers, a big white and black jacket, and a black shirt underneath. He swipes money from people easily, counting each coin he steals. He hums to himself as he walks, eyes darting around and on alert.
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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.
They nod, bowing their head again "I thank you Rag.."
He bares his teeth, tattoos running up his skin glowing bright gold.
He shakes his head "You shouldn't, I am more of a danger, than most, if not all foes you have faced. For that, I apologize."
She rolls her eyes, taking their hand with the gun, putting it to her own head "If ya want ta shoot, then shoot. I actually came here fer somethin' else, but let's get this out the way."
"It is fine. I have fought a dancing lion puppet, and a sea leviathan, most things I seem to fight are dangerous.."
As soon as she lets him, he does, pulling back the trigger.
"No, I fully mean it- you are perfect for me as well. There isn't a single thing I would wish to be any different." She responds, smiling warmly back at him.
"And then we'll do this all over again..." She adds. "...We'll have to find a way to actually destroy her eventually."
"You flatter me all too much." He smiles back at them, cracking his neck a bit, before putting his things away, his coat, his shortswords, his pistol and bow.
"An' this'll give us a lot more time than we already got. All we need ta do is let her try to break out, an' go kill 'er then."
"I mean it." She responds, looking back over at the abomination she is creating, and starting her work again where she left off.
"Okay..." She responds, understanding the plan but still panicking a bit, a small smile on her face and worry still in her eyes.
Walking down the bustling city street is a young man with neatly cut black hair with dark blue highlights. He has mechanical legs, and a robotic eye, and wears futuristic street clothes. He has scuffed sneakers, a big white and black jacket, and a black shirt underneath. He swipes money from people easily, counting each coin he steals. He hums to himself as he walks, eyes darting around and on alert.
he hears a mechanical humming from behind him
He glances behind him as he swipes more money
A small spherical drone is following him
He ducks into an alleyway, pulling up his hood.
He hears a small click as it takes a picture of him
He looks at the drone, eye red, as he tries to hack it.
12
The firewall easily blocks his hack
He sighs, shooting at it with his pistol.
Attack: 18 Damage: 29
A blue hexagon appears in front of the bot. the bullet shatters against it
"Stupid corpo bot." he grumbles, shooting it a few more times
Attack: 25 Damage: 20
Attack: 11 Damage: 21
it teleports behind him when he tries to shoot it
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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
"No, I fully mean it- you are perfect for me as well. There isn't a single thing I would wish to be any different." She responds, smiling warmly back at him.
"And then we'll do this all over again..." She adds. "...We'll have to find a way to actually destroy her eventually."
"You flatter me all too much." He smiles back at them, cracking his neck a bit, before putting his things away, his coat, his shortswords, his pistol and bow.
"An' this'll give us a lot more time than we already got. All we need ta do is let her try to break out, an' go kill 'er then."
"I mean it." She responds, looking back over at the abomination she is creating, and starting her work again where she left off.
"Okay..." She responds, understanding the plan but still panicking a bit, a small smile on her face and worry still in her eyes.
He walks back over, wearing simply clothes underneath, having cleaned up his look as he begins to assist them with the creations.
She hugs them for a long moment, rubbing their back "It'll be okay lil Omori, it'll all be okay. Ya are strong enough." She kisses their forehead.
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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.'
"It is fine. I have fought a dancing lion puppet, and a sea leviathan, most things I seem to fight are dangerous.."
As soon as she lets him, he does, pulling back the trigger.
"Good to hear, I trust you to be strong enough to stop me if things end up going poorly."
It hits her right in the head, and blasts straight through. Blood drips from her skull, before it closes back up "Feel better, sweetheart?"
They nod and hold out a hand "Here, I can show you."
He snarls and fires five more shots.
He takes the hand into theirs, waiting to see for himself.
All five of the shots go straight through her head, her brain matter visible for a moment before healing "Get it all out. Here." She hands the bullets back to 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.'
The Creature in the Woods is laying on the ground, picking at the dirt.
-new intro-
Walking down the bustling city street is a young man with neatly cut black hair with dark blue highlights. He has mechanical legs, and a robotic eye, and wears futuristic street clothes. He has scuffed sneakers, a big white and black jacket, and a black shirt underneath. He swipes money from people easily, counting each coin he steals. He hums to himself as he walks, eyes darting around and on alert.
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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.
"Stupid corpo bot." he grumbles, shooting it a few more times
Attack: 25 Damage: 20
Attack: 11 Damage: 21
it teleports behind him when he tries to shoot it
*How does a 25 not hit?*
(because I am blind. sorry about that)
the drone falls to the ground as the bullet goes clean through it
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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
A black portal opens in the ground under a nearby town, looking like an inky smear, slowly leaking upward into the sky to resemble a black, upside-down waterfall. Buildings begin to crack and bleed and float upward in the tide, losing their color along with everything else in the vicinity. Slowly, agonizingly, the entire town is pulled into the dark fountain. Men, women, children, animals, trees, art, buildings, all the hope and love of this place... extinguished in less than an hour.
Suddenly, the shadowy substance begins to warp and twist into... a castle. No, a factory. A crab? What is this thing? It's made of the material of every object and being dragged into it, but it fails to resemble anything conventionally human or architecturally possible.
Someone... no, something sits alone at a table on an upside-down portion of the roof, reading a newspaper and passively snacking on a feast made from the remains of those too small and tender to be used as building materials. It wears dark, comfortable clothes, with plenty of fluff and comforting fabrics expensive and intricate enough to bankrupt most empires.
After a bit, it sets down its newspaper and floats down from the roof before heading for the tavern. It has golden pupils, the only real color in its humanoid body, and a black sun hat with an ouroboros-shaped crown around it. The color seems to drain out of the environment around him as half-formed nightmares crawl through nearby shadows to scavenge in his wake.
Thirteen has detected a metaphysical anomaly of hitherto unexpected levels, and is going to investigate along with several backup skeletons.
As they approach, they encounter the... entity. It stands in front of them, the Wand of Orcus in its hand. It casually watches them, the hellish building in the background. "Hello."
"It is fine. I have fought a dancing lion puppet, and a sea leviathan, most things I seem to fight are dangerous.."
As soon as she lets him, he does, pulling back the trigger.
"Good to hear, I trust you to be strong enough to stop me if things end up going poorly."
It hits her right in the head, and blasts straight through. Blood drips from her skull, before it closes back up "Feel better, sweetheart?"
They nod and hold out a hand "Here, I can show you."
He snarls and fires five more shots.
He takes the hand into theirs, waiting to see for himself.
All five of the shots go straight through her head, her brain matter visible for a moment before healing "Get it all out. Here." She hands the bullets back to them.
Suddenly, he feels a strength almost like his own. They twist his hand, bringing his arm behind his back and pinning it.
He moves back, eyes nearly glowing bronze in rage. "What do you want."
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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
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"No, I fully mean it- you are perfect for me as well. There isn't a single thing I would wish to be any different." She responds, smiling warmly back at him.
"And then we'll do this all over again..." She adds. "...We'll have to find a way to actually destroy her eventually."
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)
They nod, bowing their head again "I thank you Rag.."
He bares his teeth, tattoos running up his skin glowing bright gold.
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
"You flatter me all too much." He smiles back at them, cracking his neck a bit, before putting his things away, his coat, his shortswords, his pistol and bow.
"An' this'll give us a lot more time than we already got. All we need ta do is let her try to break out, an' go kill 'er then."
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.)
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 shakes his head "You shouldn't, I am more of a danger, than most, if not all foes you have faced. For that, I apologize."
She rolls her eyes, taking their hand with the gun, putting it to her own head "If ya want ta shoot, then shoot. I actually came here fer somethin' else, but let's get this out the way."
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 gonna repost characters here for yall*
Theren is making sweaters for his family.
Phoenix is setting up a picnic date.
Leo and Festus are napping in his workshop.
The Creature in the Woods is laying on the ground, picking at the dirt.
-new intro-
Walking down the bustling city street is a young man with neatly cut black hair with dark blue highlights. He has mechanical legs, and a robotic eye, and wears futuristic street clothes. He has scuffed sneakers, a big white and black jacket, and a black shirt underneath. He swipes money from people easily, counting each coin he steals. He hums to himself as he walks, eyes darting around and on alert.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"It is fine. I have fought a dancing lion puppet, and a sea leviathan, most things I seem to fight are dangerous.."
As soon as she lets him, he does, pulling back the trigger.
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
"I mean it." She responds, looking back over at the abomination she is creating, and starting her work again where she left off.
"Okay..." She responds, understanding the plan but still panicking a bit, a small smile on her face and worry still in her eyes.
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 to hear, I trust you to be strong enough to stop me if things end up going poorly."
It hits her right in the head, and blasts straight through. Blood drips from her skull, before it closes back up "Feel better, sweetheart?"
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.)
it teleports behind him when he tries to shoot it
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 walks back over, wearing simply clothes underneath, having cleaned up his look as he begins to assist them with the creations.
She hugs them for a long moment, rubbing their back "It'll be okay lil Omori, it'll all be okay. Ya are strong enough." She kisses their forehead.
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.)
*How does a 25 not hit?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They nod and hold out a hand "Here, I can show you."
He snarls and fires five more shots.
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
He takes the hand into theirs, waiting to see for himself.
All five of the shots go straight through her head, her brain matter visible for a moment before healing "Get it all out. Here." She hands the bullets back to 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.)
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*uwu*
Extended signature
(because I am blind. sorry about that)
the drone falls to the ground as the bullet goes clean through it
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
As they approach, they encounter the... entity. It stands in front of them, the Wand of Orcus in its hand. It casually watches them, the hellish building in the background. "Hello."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Ah all good*
He scoops up the drone, nabbing the memory card and spitting on the drone. "Corpo trash." he grumbles, pulling his hood back up and walking away
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Suddenly, he feels a strength almost like his own. They twist his hand, bringing his arm behind his back and pinning it.
He moves back, eyes nearly glowing bronze in rage. "What do you want."
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