*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
"You're not too hurt, are you?" She asks, not looking away from her work.
She slips through the shadows, passing through the gap in the doorway, before proceeding further inside.
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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?*
*I would love to rp with you if you would want to rp with me. Who do you want?*
*I don't have any particular preference for characters at the moment- I'd love any characters you want to use! Any characters of mine you want?*
*That leaves us at a standstill then, because there is no preference I have either, how about this.*
What appears to be a Hindi man with red skin, flaming feet, sharp horns, four arms, as well as a rod of gold connecting his shoulders is standing in front of a burning house. Two hands in his pockets, the others holding the back of his head as he watches it burn to the ground.
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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.'
*Alrighty, I am back once more. Would anyone like to rp, perchance?*
(Can i have Omori?)
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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?*
*I would love to rp with you if you would want to rp with me. Who do you want?*
*I don't have any particular preference for characters at the moment- I'd love any characters you want to use! Any characters of mine you want?*
*That leaves us at a standstill then, because there is no preference I have either, how about this.*
What appears to be a Hindi man with red skin, flaming feet, sharp horns, four arms, as well as a rod of gold connecting his shoulders is standing in front of a burning house. Two hands in his pockets, the others holding the back of his head as he watches it burn to the ground.
Helianth is also there, having left the Spelljammer for a while, watching the destructive blaze dance across the building's remains. It is slowly taking in light from the fire, eternally hungry as always.
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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)
"You're not too hurt, are you?" She asks, not looking away from her work.
She slips through the shadows, passing through the gap in the doorway, before proceeding further inside.
"Just shaken..." he mumbles
It just seems like an office. In one of the rooms part of the wall is ajar
"Good." She simply replies. "Any idea why?"
She dissolves into the dark and moves through the gap in the wall, before emerging from the shadows again.
He shakes his head no.
Shes in an elevator. There are 4 buttons
"Well, good news is these guys won't give you any more trouble." She says. "What's your name?"
"What is this place?.." She mutters to herself, before she pushes the button to the lowermost floor.
"L-leo."
The elevator slowly descends. There is a small ding as the door opens she sees a huge laboratory. Adults, a few teens, and four kids in stasis chambers. The four kids have a deer, rabbit, sheep, and harpy masks. A man with a yin and yang esqe mask and a white lab coat is at an operating table working on a machine.
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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?*
*I would love to rp with you if you would want to rp with me. Who do you want?*
*I don't have any particular preference for characters at the moment- I'd love any characters you want to use! Any characters of mine you want?*
*That leaves us at a standstill then, because there is no preference I have either, how about this.*
What appears to be a Hindi man with red skin, flaming feet, sharp horns, four arms, as well as a rod of gold connecting his shoulders is standing in front of a burning house. Two hands in his pockets, the others holding the back of his head as he watches it burn to the ground.
Helianth is also there, having left the Spelljammer for a while, watching the destructive blaze dance across the building's remains. It is slowly taking in light from the fire, eternally hungry as always.
The light from the fire tastes different to what he usually consumes, not quite the level of that in the stars, but certainly different from what they know. He turns over to them, tapping the ground, a mop appearing in his hand "Hey there."
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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.'
"You're not too hurt, are you?" She asks, not looking away from her work.
She slips through the shadows, passing through the gap in the doorway, before proceeding further inside.
"Just shaken..." he mumbles
It just seems like an office. In one of the rooms part of the wall is ajar
"Good." She simply replies. "Any idea why?"
She dissolves into the dark and moves through the gap in the wall, before emerging from the shadows again.
He shakes his head no.
Shes in an elevator. There are 4 buttons
"Well, good news is these guys won't give you any more trouble." She says. "What's your name?"
"What is this place?.." She mutters to herself, before she pushes the button to the lowermost floor.
"L-leo."
The elevator slowly descends. There is a small ding as the door opens she sees a huge laboratory. Adults, a few teens, and four kids in stasis chambers. The four kids have a deer, rabbit, sheep, and harpy masks. A man with a yin and yang esqe mask and a white lab coat is at an operating table working on a machine.
"Nice to meet ya, Leo. I'm Mavis." says Mavis. "Normally, I meet people under less... well, less murder-y circumstances, but still- nice to meet you."
She shivers at the sight of the stasis chambers, walking quickly past them as she tries to get a closer look at the machine.
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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)
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*I don't have any particular preference for characters at the moment- I'd love any characters you want to use! Any characters of mine you want?*
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)
"its okay..." he mumbles, scooching under the blankets a bit more
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Nearly ready to intro, just need to design my character.*
*I might need a little help, though.*
*Details on Onions, if anyone is interested.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"You're not too hurt, are you?" She asks, not looking away from her work.
She slips through the shadows, passing through the gap in the doorway, before proceeding further inside.
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)
"Just shaken..." he mumbles
It just seems like an office. In one of the rooms part of the wall is ajar
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*That leaves us at a standstill then, because there is no preference I have either, how about this.*
What appears to be a Hindi man with red skin, flaming feet, sharp horns, four arms, as well as a rod of gold connecting his shoulders is standing in front of a burning house. Two hands in his pockets, the others holding the back of his head as he watches it burn to the ground.
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 isn't, I'm so sorry." She looks at the covers, "Do you mind if I... sit in the covers with 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.)
He nods, making room for her.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She takes off her breastplate and practically melts into the mattress, leaning on 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.)
(Can i have Omori?)
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
"Good." She simply replies. "Any idea why?"
She dissolves into the dark and moves through the gap in the wall, before emerging from the shadows again.
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 holds her close, gently ruffling up her hair
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He shakes his head no.
Shes in an elevator. There are 4 buttons
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Helianth is also there, having left the Spelljammer for a while, watching the destructive blaze dance across the building's remains. It is slowly taking in light from the fire, eternally hungry as always.
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)
"Well, good news is these guys won't give you any more trouble." She says. "What's your name?"
"What is this place?.." She mutters to herself, before she pushes the button to the lowermost floor.
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)
"L-leo."
The elevator slowly descends. There is a small ding as the door opens she sees a huge laboratory. Adults, a few teens, and four kids in stasis chambers. The four kids have a deer, rabbit, sheep, and harpy masks. A man with a yin and yang esqe mask and a white lab coat is at an operating table working on a machine.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She holds tight to them, her eyes closed "Do... you want to know what happened to those people who hurt 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.)
He shakes his head. "No..i dont need to know.." he whispers, lightly kissing her
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The light from the fire tastes different to what he usually consumes, not quite the level of that in the stars, but certainly different from what they know. He turns over to them, tapping the ground, a mop appearing in his hand "Hey there."
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.)
"Nice to meet ya, Leo. I'm Mavis." says Mavis. "Normally, I meet people under less... well, less murder-y circumstances, but still- nice to meet you."
She shivers at the sight of the stasis chambers, walking quickly past them as she tries to get a closer look at the machine.
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)