"Oh, I did! Saw them in some of the schematics from the design process last time I visited Stroth." She produces her notepad, tearing out a page and handing it to him, with measurements and a little reference drawing of KK's peculiar skull, with notes about the six eye sockets and pharyngeal jaws. "As for painting, I don't mind at all. By all means, go ahead." She says, swapping the painted canvas on the easel for a blank one that was sitting at its side.
After a while, Omori slowly wakes up, still barely awake, no longer in her Starry Form. "...That was the most magic I've ever spent at once." She says to no one in particular, a somber expression on her face.
He takes the schematics, putting it down nearby, before taking the paint brush. He closes his eyes, beginning to paint through emotion and thoughts alone, unwittingly it begins to form an extremely detailed painting of his home, Yharnam, from a bird's eye view. The beautiful sanguine moon rising in the distance as the Hunter's night begins anew, beasts forming from normal people, and a single hunter, barely visible, preparing to kill.
Merabelle hands them the sandwich she had made for them, "That was amazing, you did great, here, eat. We're gonna go after them tomorrow." She says, eating her own sandwich next 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.'
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
*pls interact with my pirate* Mckinley is back at the bar
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*pls interact with my pirate* Mckinley is back at the bar
*You might want to add more to the intros.*
Top walks into the bar, looking around 14, or 15. He sits down at the bar, ordering some orange juice. He's a Kenku, wearing more modern, if introverted attire.
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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.'
"Oh, I did! Saw them in some of the schematics from the design process last time I visited Stroth." She produces her notepad, tearing out a page and handing it to him, with measurements and a little reference drawing of KK's peculiar skull, with notes about the six eye sockets and pharyngeal jaws. "As for painting, I don't mind at all. By all means, go ahead." She says, swapping the painted canvas on the easel for a blank one that was sitting at its side.
After a while, Omori slowly wakes up, still barely awake, no longer in her Starry Form. "...That was the most magic I've ever spent at once." She says to no one in particular, a somber expression on her face.
He takes the schematics, putting it down nearby, before taking the paint brush. He closes his eyes, beginning to paint through emotion and thoughts alone, unwittingly it begins to form an extremely detailed painting of his home, Yharnam, from a bird's eye view. The beautiful sanguine moon rising in the distance as the Hunter's night begins anew, beasts forming from normal people, and a single hunter, barely visible, preparing to kill.
Merabelle hands them the sandwich she had made for them, "That was amazing, you did great, here, eat. We're gonna go after them tomorrow." She says, eating her own sandwich next to them.
*Alrighty, I'm back again.*
KK watches in awestruck silence until the painting is complete. "That's... that's incredible!" She starts, truly amazed. "And it's so detailed... It's beautiful."
She accepts the sandwich, tiredly smiling. "I- I just did my best. I know I keep saying that, but I mean it." She responds, before taking a small bite.
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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)
KK watches in awestruck silence until the painting is complete. "That's... that's incredible!" She starts, truly amazed. "And it's so detailed... It's beautiful."
She accepts the sandwich, tiredly smiling. "I- I just did my best. I know I keep saying that, but I mean it." She responds, before taking a small bite.
He opens his eyes, looking at the sharp strokes, the many colors, and he immediately looks surprised himself "That is something... amazing... I am... wow... just wow."
It's a good sandwich, "Your best is more than anything I could have expected." She smiles at them, also a little tired herself "Do ya like the sandwich?"
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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.'
*pls interact with my pirate* Mckinley is back at the bar
*You might want to add more to the intros.*
Top walks into the bar, looking around 14, or 15. He sits down at the bar, ordering some orange juice. He's a Kenku, wearing more modern, if introverted attire.
*oh sry im havin a foggy day*
Midway through orderin' her next drink, she catches his eye and then glances down to his drink. "Nothing strong?"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*pls interact with my pirate* Mckinley is back at the bar
*You might want to add more to the intros.*
Top walks into the bar, looking around 14, or 15. He sits down at the bar, ordering some orange juice. He's a Kenku, wearing more modern, if introverted attire.
*oh sry im havin a foggy day*
Midway through orderin' her next drink, she catches his eye and then glances down to his drink. "Nothing strong?"
*Don't apologize*
He looks up at them, his eyes tired "I'm 15, I'm not going to drink alcohol." He says, finishing his juice "Who are you?"
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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 world around the trees ripples, like when you throw a stone into a lake, changing the surface of the water with a mere action. Through it, an arm suddenly shoots out, a desperate way almost. It seems to defy logic as it presses a hand against the air as if it were solid, another arm joining it. A man steps out from the crack that is made, fingers tearing at the edge of reality as if it were a blanket.
He stands a mere 5'6, nothing horribly tall, with fair skin that color of cut almonds. He has slicked back blackish-brown hair that is cut short and neatly cut around the neck. His light stubble is the same, though it seems to barely be growing. His eyes are orange as the setting sun, glowing slightly with flecks of black in the center. He wears a white button-up dress shirt, a black waistcoat with silver snaps, and a pair of black dress pants. His nails are painted black though it seems to be more of a permanent thing than a choice thing.
He looks around carefully before taking a step and falling straight on his face. He sits up and looks at his legs like they betrayed him. "C'mon... I know this things been in rigor mortis but this is crazy..." He grumbles and tries to stand up again. As if by his will alone, a black cane made of crystalized cubic formations forms in his hand. He looks surprised and smirks to himself "Well I'm glad to know that isn't an issue.."
*pls interact with my pirate* Mckinley is back at the bar
*You might want to add more to the intros.*
Top walks into the bar, looking around 14, or 15. He sits down at the bar, ordering some orange juice. He's a Kenku, wearing more modern, if introverted attire.
*oh sry im havin a foggy day*
Midway through orderin' her next drink, she catches his eye and then glances down to his drink. "Nothing strong?"
*Don't apologize*
He looks up at them, his eyes tired "I'm 15, I'm not going to drink alcohol." He says, finishing his juice "Who are you?"
"Captain Mckinley, At your service!" she grins. "Say, are ye lookin' for work?"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
KK watches in awestruck silence until the painting is complete. "That's... that's incredible!" She starts, truly amazed. "And it's so detailed... It's beautiful."
She accepts the sandwich, tiredly smiling. "I- I just did my best. I know I keep saying that, but I mean it." She responds, before taking a small bite.
He opens his eyes, looking at the sharp strokes, the many colors, and he immediately looks surprised himself "That is something... amazing... I am... wow... just wow."
It's a good sandwich, "Your best is more than anything I could have expected." She smiles at them, also a little tired herself "Do ya like the sandwich?"
"Agreed." She replies, looking over the painting as well with equal amazement. "It seems so detailed... is this based on somewhere specific?"
"I do. Thank you." She smiles back, before thinking of something, seeming worried.
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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)
*pls interact with my pirate* Mckinley is back at the bar
*You might want to add more to the intros.*
Top walks into the bar, looking around 14, or 15. He sits down at the bar, ordering some orange juice. He's a Kenku, wearing more modern, if introverted attire.
*oh sry im havin a foggy day*
Midway through orderin' her next drink, she catches his eye and then glances down to his drink. "Nothing strong?"
*Don't apologize*
He looks up at them, his eyes tired "I'm 15, I'm not going to drink alcohol." He says, finishing his juice "Who are you?"
"Captain Mckinley, At your service!" she grins. "Say, are ye lookin' for work?"
"I've got another job, but sure, why not? What have you got?" He asks them, refilling his drink.
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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.'
"Agreed." She replies, looking over the painting as well with equal amazement. "It seems so detailed... is this based on somewhere specific?"
"I do. Thank you." She smiles back, before thinking of something, seeming worried.
"This is my home, if I remember correctly this is the first night I've ever hunted, it's been... so long since then." He says, remembering those days, before wrapping an arm around her shoulders "I miss those days."
She notices the worry, looking at them "Are ya okay? Is something wrong?" She asks.
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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.'
*pls interact with my pirate* Mckinley is back at the bar
*You might want to add more to the intros.*
Top walks into the bar, looking around 14, or 15. He sits down at the bar, ordering some orange juice. He's a Kenku, wearing more modern, if introverted attire.
*oh sry im havin a foggy day*
Midway through orderin' her next drink, she catches his eye and then glances down to his drink. "Nothing strong?"
*Don't apologize*
He looks up at them, his eyes tired "I'm 15, I'm not going to drink alcohol." He says, finishing his juice "Who are you?"
"Captain Mckinley, At your service!" she grins. "Say, are ye lookin' for work?"
"I've got another job, but sure, why not? What have you got?" He asks them, refilling his drink.
"I'm in need of a cabin boy."
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"I can do that, I'm really fast and I'm good on water."
"But you said you have another job. This one'd be full time, kid."
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Agreed." She replies, looking over the painting as well with equal amazement. "It seems so detailed... is this based on somewhere specific?"
"I do. Thank you." She smiles back, before thinking of something, seeming worried.
"This is my home, if I remember correctly this is the first night I've ever hunted, it's been... so long since then." He says, remembering those days, before wrapping an arm around her shoulders "I miss those days."
She notices the worry, looking at them "Are ya okay? Is something wrong?" She asks.
She puts an arm around his as well, leaning a bit towards him. "We could go there, if you want- at least, I'm pretty sure we can. Loads of people around the Inn are familiar with dimensional travel, and I can think of a few people that could make a gateway there." She muses.
"I'm... I'm scared." She starts. "Not that anything will happen to us- I know we can stop anything she throws at us... but I thought I destroyed her. I did destroy her- she was dead... and now she's back, somehow." She pauses, taking a breath. "I don't want to have to keep fighting her forever."
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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)
"Agreed." She replies, looking over the painting as well with equal amazement. "It seems so detailed... is this based on somewhere specific?"
"I do. Thank you." She smiles back, before thinking of something, seeming worried.
"This is my home, if I remember correctly this is the first night I've ever hunted, it's been... so long since then." He says, remembering those days, before wrapping an arm around her shoulders "I miss those days."
She notices the worry, looking at them "Are ya okay? Is something wrong?" She asks.
She puts an arm around his as well, leaning a bit towards him. "We could go there, if you want- at least, I'm pretty sure we can. Loads of people around the Inn are familiar with dimensional travel, and I can think of a few people that could make a gateway there." She muses.
"I'm... I'm scared." She starts. "Not that anything will happen to us- I know we can stop anything she throws at us... but I thought I destroyed her. I did destroy her- she was dead... and now she's back, somehow." She pauses, taking a breath. "I don't want to have to keep fighting her forever."
"It is okay, my life is with you now, the hunt means far less to me now. If I wished to go home, I will go home with you by my side, but not yet." He says, putting the painting down off of the canvas to try 'And the old blood isn't a very good paint substitute, unfortunately. I've tried."
She holds them tightly, hugging them, giving them a kiss on the forehead "It's okay, you're okay, ya won't have ta fight them ferever. Ya must not have figured it out, from what I can see, all the radiant power we have is hurtin' her. All we gotta do is burn the source ta nothin'."
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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.'
He takes the schematics, putting it down nearby, before taking the paint brush. He closes his eyes, beginning to paint through emotion and thoughts alone, unwittingly it begins to form an extremely detailed painting of his home, Yharnam, from a bird's eye view. The beautiful sanguine moon rising in the distance as the Hunter's night begins anew, beasts forming from normal people, and a single hunter, barely visible, preparing to kill.
Merabelle hands them the sandwich she had made for them, "That was amazing, you did great, here, eat. We're gonna go after them tomorrow." She says, eating her own sandwich next 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.)
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
*pls interact with my pirate*
Mckinley is back at the bar
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*You might want to add more to the intros.*
Top walks into the bar, looking around 14, or 15. He sits down at the bar, ordering some orange juice. He's a Kenku, wearing more modern, if introverted attire.
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.)
*Alrighty, I'm back again.*
KK watches in awestruck silence until the painting is complete. "That's... that's incredible!" She starts, truly amazed. "And it's so detailed... It's beautiful."
She accepts the sandwich, tiredly smiling. "I- I just did my best. I know I keep saying that, but I mean it." She responds, before taking a small bite.
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'd love to rp! Any character you'd like?*
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 opens his eyes, looking at the sharp strokes, the many colors, and he immediately looks surprised himself "That is something... amazing... I am... wow... just wow."
It's a good sandwich, "Your best is more than anything I could have expected." She smiles at them, also a little tired herself "Do ya like the sandwich?"
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.)
*oh sry im havin a foggy day*
Midway through orderin' her next drink, she catches his eye and then glances down to his drink. "Nothing strong?"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Don't apologize*
He looks up at them, his eyes tired "I'm 15, I'm not going to drink alcohol." He says, finishing his juice "Who are you?"
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.)
*Time to cause massive chaos*
The world around the trees ripples, like when you throw a stone into a lake, changing the surface of the water with a mere action. Through it, an arm suddenly shoots out, a desperate way almost. It seems to defy logic as it presses a hand against the air as if it were solid, another arm joining it. A man steps out from the crack that is made, fingers tearing at the edge of reality as if it were a blanket.
He stands a mere 5'6, nothing horribly tall, with fair skin that color of cut almonds. He has slicked back blackish-brown hair that is cut short and neatly cut around the neck. His light stubble is the same, though it seems to barely be growing. His eyes are orange as the setting sun, glowing slightly with flecks of black in the center. He wears a white button-up dress shirt, a black waistcoat with silver snaps, and a pair of black dress pants. His nails are painted black though it seems to be more of a permanent thing than a choice thing.
He looks around carefully before taking a step and falling straight on his face. He sits up and looks at his legs like they betrayed him. "C'mon... I know this things been in rigor mortis but this is crazy..." He grumbles and tries to stand up again. As if by his will alone, a black cane made of crystalized cubic formations forms in his hand. He looks surprised and smirks to himself "Well I'm glad to know that isn't an issue.."
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
"Captain Mckinley, At your service!" she grins. "Say, are ye lookin' for work?"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Agreed." She replies, looking over the painting as well with equal amazement. "It seems so detailed... is this based on somewhere specific?"
"I do. Thank you." She smiles back, before thinking of something, seeming worried.
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've got another job, but sure, why not? What have you got?" He asks them, refilling his drink.
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.)
"This is my home, if I remember correctly this is the first night I've ever hunted, it's been... so long since then." He says, remembering those days, before wrapping an arm around her shoulders "I miss those days."
She notices the worry, looking at them "Are ya okay? Is something wrong?" She asks.
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.)
"I'm in need of a cabin boy."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"I can do that, I'm really fast and I'm good on 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.)
"But you said you have another job. This one'd be full time, kid."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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
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She puts an arm around his as well, leaning a bit towards him. "We could go there, if you want- at least, I'm pretty sure we can. Loads of people around the Inn are familiar with dimensional travel, and I can think of a few people that could make a gateway there." She muses.
"I'm... I'm scared." She starts. "Not that anything will happen to us- I know we can stop anything she throws at us... but I thought I destroyed her. I did destroy her- she was dead... and now she's back, somehow." She pauses, taking a breath. "I don't want to have to keep fighting her forever."
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 doubt it'll be full time for me. I can do both jobs, don't worry, dudette."
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 is okay, my life is with you now, the hunt means far less to me now. If I wished to go home, I will go home with you by my side, but not yet." He says, putting the painting down off of the canvas to try 'And the old blood isn't a very good paint substitute, unfortunately. I've tried."
She holds them tightly, hugging them, giving them a kiss on the forehead "It's okay, you're okay, ya won't have ta fight them ferever. Ya must not have figured it out, from what I can see, all the radiant power we have is hurtin' her. All we gotta do is burn the source ta nothin'."
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.)