"Xavier Padfoot." he says curtly, bringing forth his massive spoon as he stands up
"I told you i'd meet you again, young light." she smiles
"I know of a man who makes leaves and plants die every season, maybe he could help?" he says, not at all bothered in the slightest by his request. He's too old to care.
"Oh, Saphuno's brother?" He asks curiously, before seeing the massive spoon and being confused by that.
"I suppose that was true. Would you like some help with those?" He asks, looking to help.
"Point the way, and if I can find a way to die from them, I'll own you my life." He says with a smile, cracking his back "Millennia of life, finally over."
"Yep." he says before beginning to dig up the soil resting over the casket.
"That would help immensely." she says, smiling.
"There's a weather based town in the center of town, find a fox guy."
He looks at them taking the long way, and decides to move a bit faster. With a gesture, scoops of soil are removed with telekinesis.
He holds out a hand, softly flicking the tree. Heaps of fruit fall into his open palm, and he cuts a few open with a claw, replanting the seeds.
He heads towards the directions, looking for the person who may be able to put him down.
*Alrighty, I am back. I don't have a lot of time, but would anyone like to rp?*
*Well that was some good timing, who would you like from my vast repertoire of characters?*
*Let's go with... actually, let's mix things up. I'd like the Grave Robber and Top, please!*
*Of course, mixing things up is always fun.*
Top is going for a walk in the forest, which to everyone else looks like a blur beyond vision hopping from tree to tree, somehow leaving them intact despite their speed.
Marie is preparing for her wedding, and in doing so has decided she needs a bit more funds, currently in the graveyard, picking into the graves.
Omori is also going for a walk in the forest, casually in her Starry Form, noticing Top zoom past and waving to him in greeting despite him already having vanished into the trees and out of sight as soon as she starts moving her arm.
Mavis is also at the graveyard, digging a new grave with an old shovel, the only real evidence she's there being the occasional heaps of dirt that are tossed out from the pit and the sound of her humming a tune as she works. *Mavis is my newest character. Would you like the description?*
Top circles around, zipping around them before he jumps down from the tree, stopping in front of them. She didn’t hear the crack of bone the first time they met, but this time it’s much more prominent as he flinches slightly “Oh, is that you Omori?” He holds out his hand to reveal two broken fingers.
(Nope, saw it earlier) Marie puts away her pickaxe and decides to walk over to them, looking into the grave they are making with a sly little smile on her face “There’s nothing down there, I’ve picked most of this place clean.”
"Yep, it's me." She starts, before noticing his broken fingers. "Wait, hold on just a second. I have something for this." She adds, walking over and casting Cure Wounds (9 HP restored).
She stops humming, looking up at Marie with a tired expression. "I know. I'm digging a new one." She responds, brushing the hair out of her eyes. "I take it you're the one that's been robbing the graves I had to fill back up?"
The fingers snap back into place, and he looks at it decently impressed “I thought I would have to go back to Nix to get these fixed, thanks.” He says with the bird equivalent to a smile.
“I wouldn’t say that you had to refills them, I was going to at the end of the night, no good criminal leaves the crime scene untouched after all.” She says, putting her hands on her hips “What are you digging a new one for?”
"No problem- happy to help a friend." She responds, pausing for a second as she thinks of something. "So, how have things been?"
"What do you think anyone digs a grave for?" She asks rhetorically, dryly chuckling to herself as she sets her shovel down in the soil. "Well, that, and it's kind of my job. That, and tending to the mausoleum."
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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)
"Xavier Padfoot." he says curtly, bringing forth his massive spoon as he stands up
"I told you i'd meet you again, young light." she smiles
"I know of a man who makes leaves and plants die every season, maybe he could help?" he says, not at all bothered in the slightest by his request. He's too old to care.
"Oh, Saphuno's brother?" He asks curiously, before seeing the massive spoon and being confused by that.
"I suppose that was true. Would you like some help with those?" He asks, looking to help.
"Point the way, and if I can find a way to die from them, I'll own you my life." He says with a smile, cracking his back "Millennia of life, finally over."
"Yep." he says before beginning to dig up the soil resting over the casket.
"That would help immensely." she says, smiling.
"There's a weather based town in the center of town, find a fox guy."
He looks at them taking the long way, and decides to move a bit faster. With a gesture, scoops of soil are removed with telekinesis.
He holds out a hand, softly flicking the tree. Heaps of fruit fall into his open palm, and he cuts a few open with a claw, replanting the seeds.
He heads towards the directions, looking for the person who may be able to put him down.
The blade rings out as it flashes towards their neck. "This requires respectful, hard labor." he growls out.
She claps, smiling. "Full marks, a wonderous performance!"
Said 'fox guy' is lying in the sun in the middle of a leaf pile.
“Damian doesn’t care about respect, he’d rather be alive than respected.” He says, looking into their eyes calmly, “Don’t threaten me.”
He chuckles, handing them the fruits that they want, eating the rest “It wasn’t that good. Not really.”
He walks over to them, hands in his pockets, leaning down “Hey bud, do me a favor will ya?”
"No problem- happy to help a friend." She responds, pausing for a second as she thinks of something. "So, how have things been?"
"What do you think anyone digs a grave for?" She asks rhetorically, dryly chuckling to herself as she sets her shovel down in the soil. "Well, that, and it's kind of my job. That, and tending to the mausoleum."
“Friend? Everything’s been okay, work’s been boring, but Shen keeps things entertaining. How about you?” He leans against a nearby tree, looking closely at them.
“Not a lot of people are lucky enough to get buried, there’s a mausoleum around here? Does it have any gold or anything in there? Asking for a friend.” She says with a smile, sitting in the grave, letting her feet dangle.
He looks at them taking the long way, and decides to move a bit faster. With a gesture, scoops of soil are removed with telekinesis.
He holds out a hand, softly flicking the tree. Heaps of fruit fall into his open palm, and he cuts a few open with a claw, replanting the seeds.
He heads towards the directions, looking for the person who may be able to put him down.
*Oh absolutely- we have an excellent synergy indeed!*
*This reality wouldn't stand a chance :D*
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 fingers snap back into place, and he looks at it decently impressed “I thought I would have to go back to Nix to get these fixed, thanks.” He says with the bird equivalent to a smile.
“I wouldn’t say that you had to refills them, I was going to at the end of the night, no good criminal leaves the crime scene untouched after all.” She says, putting her hands on her hips “What are you digging a new one for?”
*first we take the mortal realms, then the heavens above, and soon, the pillars of creation will shake and crumble beneath our tyranny!*
*I prefer the term "forceful liberation."*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut*
"No problem- happy to help a friend." She responds, pausing for a second as she thinks of something. "So, how have things been?"
"What do you think anyone digs a grave for?" She asks rhetorically, dryly chuckling to herself as she sets her shovel down in the soil. "Well, that, and it's kind of my job. That, and tending to the mausoleum."
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)
*ah yes, that’s quite good.*
*I was going to suggest the term 'change of upper management', but that works far better, I'd say.*
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)
“Damian doesn’t care about respect, he’d rather be alive than respected.” He says, looking into their eyes calmly, “Don’t threaten me.”
He chuckles, handing them the fruits that they want, eating the rest “It wasn’t that good. Not really.”
He walks over to them, hands in his pockets, leaning down “Hey bud, do me a favor will ya?”
*e*
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 love the story of Alice in Wonderland. It's such a fever dream.*
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
*yeah it’s awesome*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Friend? Everything’s been okay, work’s been boring, but Shen keeps things entertaining. How about you?” He leans against a nearby tree, looking closely at them.
“Not a lot of people are lucky enough to get buried, there’s a mausoleum around here? Does it have any gold or anything in there? Asking for a friend.” She says with a smile, sitting in the grave, letting her feet dangle.
*It has such a good plot and then fact she is frigging INSANE.*
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
*congratulations, you get a wish for mentioning Alice in Wonderland!*
*Thinking about making Alice into a DND character.*
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