The Doctor sighs, pressing a button under a desk. A huge metal figure with a skull for a face walks up. "1005 please escort them out. Now."
"i'll be in the tavern when you're ready"
"Interesting. is it an automaton?" Gravedigger does not look fazed in the slightest
He nods
The Doctor doesn't answer as the construct's voice comes out glitchy. "P-p-p-please follow me."
Isaac heads back
Gravedigger nods "very well"
1005 leads them to an elevator. "inside please."
He walks in "what is this place by the way?"
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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 Doctor sighs, pressing a button under a desk. A huge metal figure with a skull for a face walks up. "1005 please escort them out. Now."
"i'll be in the tavern when you're ready"
"Interesting. is it an automaton?" Gravedigger does not look fazed in the slightest
He nods
The Doctor doesn't answer as the construct's voice comes out glitchy. "P-p-p-please follow me."
Isaac heads back
Gravedigger nods "very well"
1005 leads them to an elevator. "inside please."
He walks in "what is this place by the way?"
"Not allowed to say." it says, pressing a button as the elevator rises
"are there others besides you?"
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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
*Alrighty, I am back once more. Would anyone like to rp, perchance?*
*Id love to, heres who i got*
Leo is standing outside his workshop, hammer in hand. Blood drips from the end of it as he stares at the corpses of people who tried to kill him. Blood splatter coats his overalls.
The Doctor is in his secret lab working on his next experiment. The lights flicker as he starts up a huge generator. He puts on surgical gloves as he prepares an operating table.
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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.
*Alrighty, I am back once more. Would anyone like to rp, perchance?*
*Id love to, heres who i got*
Leo is standing outside his workshop, hammer in hand. Blood drips from the end of it as he stares at the corpses of people who tried to kill him. Blood splatter coats his overalls.
The Doctor is in his secret lab working on his next experiment. The lights flicker as he starts up a huge generator. He puts on surgical gloves as he prepares an operating table.
Mavis looks like they're about to walk right past, before looking at all the carnage with as tired an expression as before. "You want help burying them?" She asks, as if she's used to things like this happening.
Omori is wandering outside the secret laboratory (though, she doesn't know that), collecting random trinkets she finds.
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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)
*Alrighty, I am back once more. Would anyone like to rp, perchance?*
*Id love to, heres who i got*
Leo is standing outside his workshop, hammer in hand. Blood drips from the end of it as he stares at the corpses of people who tried to kill him. Blood splatter coats his overalls.
The Doctor is in his secret lab working on his next experiment. The lights flicker as he starts up a huge generator. He puts on surgical gloves as he prepares an operating table.
Mavis looks like they're about to walk right past, before looking at all the carnage with as tired an expression as before. "You want help burying them?" She asks, as if she's used to things like this happening.
Omori is wandering outside the secret laboratory (though, she doesn't know that), collecting random trinkets she finds.
Leo nods mutely.
She sees a red brick building nearby
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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.
*Alrighty, I am back once more. Would anyone like to rp, perchance?*
*Id love to, heres who i got*
Leo is standing outside his workshop, hammer in hand. Blood drips from the end of it as he stares at the corpses of people who tried to kill him. Blood splatter coats his overalls.
The Doctor is in his secret lab working on his next experiment. The lights flicker as he starts up a huge generator. He puts on surgical gloves as he prepares an operating table.
Mavis looks like they're about to walk right past, before looking at all the carnage with as tired an expression as before. "You want help burying them?" She asks, as if she's used to things like this happening.
Omori is wandering outside the secret laboratory (though, she doesn't know that), collecting random trinkets she finds.
Leo nods mutely.
She sees a red brick building nearby
She takes the shovel resting on her shoulder with both hands, and immediately starts digging a hole by the side of the road. "What happened?" She asks, with a similarly tired tone.
Her curiosity piqued, the little shadow approaches the building, looking for an entrance.
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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)
*Alrighty, I am back once more. Would anyone like to rp, perchance?*
*Id love to, heres who i got*
Leo is standing outside his workshop, hammer in hand. Blood drips from the end of it as he stares at the corpses of people who tried to kill him. Blood splatter coats his overalls.
The Doctor is in his secret lab working on his next experiment. The lights flicker as he starts up a huge generator. He puts on surgical gloves as he prepares an operating table.
Mavis looks like they're about to walk right past, before looking at all the carnage with as tired an expression as before. "You want help burying them?" She asks, as if she's used to things like this happening.
Omori is wandering outside the secret laboratory (though, she doesn't know that), collecting random trinkets she finds.
Leo nods mutely.
She sees a red brick building nearby
She takes the shovel resting on her shoulder with both hands, and immediately starts digging a hole by the side of the road. "What happened?" She asks, with a similarly tired tone.
Her curiosity piqued, the little shadow approaches the building, looking for an entrance.
"T-they attacked me..."
There is a front door, slightly cracked open
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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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*Welcome back.*
She sits down on the bed with them, kissing him on the 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.)
He walks in "what is this place by the way?"
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
*Thanks*
He lets out a hiccup form crying
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Not allowed to say." it says, pressing a button as the elevator rises
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I'll get you something to drink, stay here." She gets up, rubbing their head.
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.)
"are there others besides you?"
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 crawls under the blankets, head resting on his pillow.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Cannot answer that."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Alrighty, I am back once more. Would anyone like to rp, perchance?*
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)
*Id love to, heres who i got*
Leo is standing outside his workshop, hammer in hand. Blood drips from the end of it as he stares at the corpses of people who tried to kill him. Blood splatter coats his overalls.
The Doctor is in his secret lab working on his next experiment. The lights flicker as he starts up a huge generator. He puts on surgical gloves as he prepares an operating table.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Mavis looks like they're about to walk right past, before looking at all the carnage with as tired an expression as before. "You want help burying them?" She asks, as if she's used to things like this happening.
Omori is wandering outside the secret laboratory (though, she doesn't know that), collecting random trinkets she finds.
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)
Leo nods mutely.
She sees a red brick building nearby
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She walks away, coming back with a glass of warm milk for them, placing it down 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.)
*I would love to rp with you if you would want to rp with me. Who do you want?*
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 sits up weakly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She sits down next to them "Drink up, I want you to stay strong."
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 weakly sips it, hiccuping still
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She takes the shovel resting on her shoulder with both hands, and immediately starts digging a hole by the side of the road. "What happened?" She asks, with a similarly tired tone.
Her curiosity piqued, the little shadow approaches the building, looking for an entrance.
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 milk is comforting, Ana rubbing their shoulders softly, getting the spots that there are knots "I'm sorry, I'll do better."
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.)
"T-they attacked me..."
There is a front door, slightly cracked open
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.