The show isn't live. When they go to investigate, they discover what looks like the mangled body of the cook from the show, leaning against a tree with a meat cleaver in their shoulder. His limbs lie scattered about, except for one damaged arm which is still connected. In place of any sort of blood, black, shiny tape is scattered around everywhere, and in the setting sun it's possible to see tiny images, like impossibly small and detailed paintings of the show, one after the other with only slight alterations between them, like the arm being slightly lower. Their antennas are bent, and one is snapped off halfway. Their screen is cracked, showing a black-and-white "Please Stand By" sign with a jester's mask and strange patterns.
The puddle coagulates into a legion of metal leeches, who try to get into the construct to repair it as Elijah comes out of the shadows. He pulls out all of them to assist in repairing this thing, speaking to himself “Ah mate, looks like you need a fixer upper.” He says with a chuckle, beginning to work on repairs.
The machine seems to rely heavily on the black tape. To say that it works like blood wouldn't be that inaccurate, but it's equally close to nerves, sending information to different parts of the body. The automaton is primarily made of some hard, off-white material with a smooth texture. After a couple minutes of repair, some of the tapes begin to turn. On the screen is a first-person view of the cook being attacked by a gnoll butcher, chopping at him with the cleaver currently in their shoulder. The footage is heavily damaged with lots of scanlines and static. The footage slows to a frame-by-frame slideshow for the final strike, stopping just before it would hit. Red text flashes on the screen. Technical Difficulties. Reboot in Progress.
He takes back his tools, Collin coming out of being inside of the creature. He doesn’t really seem to bothered by the awful display, waiting for the reboot to be complete to see if this is something he should take apart or not, curious to know.
The machine seems to rely heavily on the black tape. To say that it works like blood wouldn't be that inaccurate, but it's equally close to nerves, sending information to different parts of the body. The automaton is primarily made of some hard, off-white material with a smooth texture. After a couple minutes of repair, some of the tapes begin to turn. On the screen is a first-person view of the cook being attacked by a gnoll butcher, chopping at him with the cleaver currently in their shoulder. The footage is heavily damaged with lots of scanlines and static. The footage slows to a frame-by-frame slideshow for the final strike, stopping just before it would hit. Red text flashes on the screen. Technical Difficulties. Reboot in Progress.
He takes back his tools, Collin coming out of being inside of the creature. He doesn’t really seem to bothered by the awful display, waiting for the reboot to be complete to see if this is something he should take apart or not, curious to know.
The automaton's screen goes blank. Then it shows live footage of Elijah's face. The robot's perspective. It slowly turns its head to the whir and clack of servos. He slowly rises from the ground, slipping and falling a few times. He then just stands there, body language expressing nothing but possibly tiredness. Suddenly, they strike a dynamic pose, pointing at Elijah. "You, sir, have just saved my life! And for that, I cannot thank you enough!" Their voice is loud and charismatic. The screen rapidly flips through multiple images: twitching meat instead of cake at a birthday party, peacock tail feathers which seem to distort into a pattern of glaring eyes, a slightly ajar door at the end of a long, dark hall, an advertisement for the cooking show that has been playing, which is evidently called The Gasping Gourmet, and a distorted version of Elijah's face on the birthday boy from the first picture. Then it just goes black again.
"So, friend, what would your name be?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He gives his own smile, Collin turning into a liquid to rest on his shoulder without weighting it down “Think nothin’ o’ it mate, it’s what a fixer does, they fix. I’m Elijah, Embercroft is my last name, and don’t think of getting me somethin’ as a reward, I’ve got enough on my plate, I don’t need another thankful soul.”
*Alrighty, I'm back from the dead again. Does anyone wish to rp?*
*I do! I just put up an intro starter, if you're interested. KK might feel a bit nostalgic after her encounters with TRAUMA-FM*
A signal is coming from the woods. When it hits radios, it seems to just be garbage noise with a very mild hypnotic effect. When it hits scrying tools (such as crystal balls), however, what happens is they get an image of a kitchen with mild distortion, a lanky construct with a cubic head, antenna, and humanoid clothing explaining how to cook and how magic factors into each component, explaining the magic itself with fun and interesting props and demonstrations.
At appropriate points, the sensor cuts to the construct going out and exploring a nightmarish carnival, talking to (visibly uncomfortable) experts, performing skits, and gathering fresh ingredients related to the dish they are making. They seem to be very interested in "nature," taking the time to pull the sensor over to watch fights go down, sometimes even getting involved.
By the time the signal calms down, about 20-something minutes after the show began, they have made some decadent meal and completed a story arc that had been used as a framing device. It often ends with the construct getting attacked by dagger-toothed clowns or children with masks. Afterwards, it just shows a word in white on a black background: Loddie.
*Oh, this looks amazing- I'm sure KK would be perfect for this! Laws of time and space, prepare to be ignored!*
KK picks up the signal from her warehouse, her metallic antennae adjusting their positions to refine the signal as she sits upright. Curious and a little nostalgic, she leaves to go and find the source of the signal, hoping to find whoever or whatever is broadcasting.
She eventually discovers what looks like the mangled body of the cook from the show, leaning against a tree with a meat cleaver in their shoulder. His limbs lie scattered about, except for one damaged arm which is still connected. In place of any sort of blood, black, shiny tape is scattered around everywhere, and in the setting sun it's possible to see tiny images, like impossibly small and detailed paintings of the show, one after the other with only slight alterations between them, like the arm being slightly lower. Their antennas are bent, and one is snapped off halfway. Their screen is cracked, showing a black-and-white "Please Stand By" sign with a jester's mask and strange patterns. He lifts his two remaining fingers as though in a greeting. Then he curls his middle finger and holds up his index, as though to sign "Wait a second" or "Pay attention." Another episode comes on his screen, and the signal changes to send it out. They tilt their head back, resting it against the tree.
*Sorry about the long delay. I'm back once again.*
She audibly gasps a bit at the sight, walking around and looking at all the tapes scattered about and the sorry state of the show host. "What happened to you?" She mutters under her breath, sounding equally curious and distraught. When she approaches them and they move their hand, she steps back, taking in the signal and watching the screen.
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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)
Mavis is also wandering around and shopping, though she's mostly looking for gardening supplies.
Omori sees him, and rushes over, surprised. "What happened?" She asks, looking at the monster's disappearing corpse as she prepares to cast a spell.
She bumps into them, smiling "Oh sorry, good to see you again. What do you think of this white dress? Would it look good on me?" She holds up the dress.
He looks at them, smiling as much as someone can with a bird's beak "Just some work for my job." She can tell it hurts, but he's putting on a brave face.
Mavis looks between them and the dress for half a second. "Yeah, I think it'd look great. It's cool." She answers.
"Does your job often involve killing monsters?" She casts Cure Wounds on him. (4 HP)
She smiles softly at that, putting the dress over her shoulder "Thank you, I am going to use it for my wedding. What are you here doing?"
"Yep." Bones begin to snap back into place, although slowly "Just a trick of the trade. How are you doing?"
"Oh, I had no idea- congratulations." She responds, a half-smile on her face for a brief second. "I was just getting gardening tools. Figured I could try my hand at preparing land for something that isn't a corpse." She adds, dryly laughing a bit to herself.
"I'm doing alright. There's been... a lot of things happening, but I'm fine." She replies. "You?"
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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)
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Mavis is also wandering around and shopping, though she's mostly looking for gardening supplies.
Omori sees him, and rushes over, surprised. "What happened?" She asks, looking at the monster's disappearing corpse as she prepares to cast a spell.
She bumps into them, smiling "Oh sorry, good to see you again. What do you think of this white dress? Would it look good on me?" She holds up the dress.
He looks at them, smiling as much as someone can with a bird's beak "Just some work for my job." She can tell it hurts, but he's putting on a brave face.
Mavis looks between them and the dress for half a second. "Yeah, I think it'd look great. It's cool." She answers.
"Does your job often involve killing monsters?" She casts Cure Wounds on him. (4 HP)
She smiles softly at that, putting the dress over her shoulder "Thank you, I am going to use it for my wedding. What are you here doing?"
"Yep." Bones begin to snap back into place, although slowly "Just a trick of the trade. How are you doing?"
"Oh, I had no idea- congratulations." She responds, a half-smile on her face for a brief second. "I was just getting gardening tools. Figured I could try my hand at preparing land for something that isn't a corpse." She adds, dryly laughing a bit to herself.
"I'm doing alright. There's been... a lot of things happening, but I'm fine." She replies. "You?"
“It’s about the same thing as working in a dead body, but you have to keep working on it after you put it in the ground.” She says with a chuckle, brushing her hair behind her ear “I hope you enjoy it.”
“Work has been a lot recently, but my occasional talks with you have made the visit over here worth it.” He says, pulling his leg back to being straight with a crack.
He gives his own smile, Collin turning into a liquid to rest on his shoulder without weighting it down “Think nothin’ o’ it mate, it’s what a fixer does, they fix. I’m Elijah, Embercroft is my last name, and don’t think of getting me somethin’ as a reward, I’ve got enough on my plate, I don’t need another thankful soul.”
"Well, that makes my job a lot easier, doesn't it?" He laughs. "But what's the point of a friend if they don't show at least a little gratitude?!" They spin 360 degrees fluidly, then hold up a finger. The screen then shows a commercial for ouroboros oil for maintaining tools and lubricating machines. The can then falls out of the screen and onto the ground. It flickers with scanlines and chromatic aberration. "You seem a curious sort! Have a curious curio!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He gives his own smile, Collin turning into a liquid to rest on his shoulder without weighting it down “Think nothin’ o’ it mate, it’s what a fixer does, they fix. I’m Elijah, Embercroft is my last name, and don’t think of getting me somethin’ as a reward, I’ve got enough on my plate, I don’t need another thankful soul.”
"Well, that makes my job a lot easier, doesn't it?" He laughs. "But what's the point of a friend if they don't show at least a little gratitude?!" They spin 360 degrees fluidly, then hold up a finger. The screen then shows a commercial for ouroboros oil for maintaining tools and lubricating machines. The can then falls out of the screen and onto the ground. It flickers with scanlines and chromatic aberration. "You seem a curious sort! Have a curious curio!"
He catches the can before it can hit the ground, looking closely at it for a moment with a smile before putting it away in his tool box “You don’t even know the half of it, mate.” He says with a laugh, patting their shoulder “How about you do me a favor and not get yourself broken up again?”
*Man, I feel the urge to make another Monster Hunter inspired character, or maybe even a campaign inspired by Monster Hunter because of how much I love that series and everything about it.*
She eventually discovers what looks like the mangled body of the cook from the show, leaning against a tree with a meat cleaver in their shoulder. His limbs lie scattered about, except for one damaged arm which is still connected. In place of any sort of blood, black, shiny tape is scattered around everywhere, and in the setting sun it's possible to see tiny images, like impossibly small and detailed paintings of the show, one after the other with only slight alterations between them, like the arm being slightly lower. Their antennas are bent, and one is snapped off halfway. Their screen is cracked, showing a black-and-white "Please Stand By" sign with a jester's mask and strange patterns. He lifts his two remaining fingers as though in a greeting. Then he curls his middle finger and holds up his index, as though to sign "Wait a second" or "Pay attention." Another episode comes on his screen, and the signal changes to send it out. They tilt their head back, resting it against the tree.
*Sorry about the long delay. I'm back once again.*
She audibly gasps a bit at the sight, walking around and looking at all the tapes scattered about and the sorry state of the show host. "What happened to you?" She mutters under her breath, sounding equally curious and distraught. When she approaches them and they move their hand, she steps back, taking in the signal and watching the screen.
It seems to be letting the show play out for a while, before suddenly it begins jumping around, revealing quite horrific imagery, like a fridge filled with pulsating flash and glaring, judging eyes, and a first-person view of the automaton being chopped up by a gnoll with a cleaver, screeching like a terrified, agonized child the whole time. Then the "credits." Then, on the same black background, the cook appears in its current state but splattered in red blood, floating in a position similar to standing, screen recursive, staring at the camera with its faceless head. A staggered zoom (repeated cuts moving closer each time), and the cook on the screen begins to talk. "I think I was murdered by the competition." They give a shrug with their one shoulder. "It happens." The real body has turned its head to face her.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Mavis is also wandering around and shopping, though she's mostly looking for gardening supplies.
Omori sees him, and rushes over, surprised. "What happened?" She asks, looking at the monster's disappearing corpse as she prepares to cast a spell.
She bumps into them, smiling "Oh sorry, good to see you again. What do you think of this white dress? Would it look good on me?" She holds up the dress.
He looks at them, smiling as much as someone can with a bird's beak "Just some work for my job." She can tell it hurts, but he's putting on a brave face.
Mavis looks between them and the dress for half a second. "Yeah, I think it'd look great. It's cool." She answers.
"Does your job often involve killing monsters?" She casts Cure Wounds on him. (4 HP)
She smiles softly at that, putting the dress over her shoulder "Thank you, I am going to use it for my wedding. What are you here doing?"
"Yep." Bones begin to snap back into place, although slowly "Just a trick of the trade. How are you doing?"
"Oh, I had no idea- congratulations." She responds, a half-smile on her face for a brief second. "I was just getting gardening tools. Figured I could try my hand at preparing land for something that isn't a corpse." She adds, dryly laughing a bit to herself.
"I'm doing alright. There's been... a lot of things happening, but I'm fine." She replies. "You?"
“It’s about the same thing as working in a dead body, but you have to keep working on it after you put it in the ground.” She says with a chuckle, brushing her hair behind her ear “I hope you enjoy it.”
“Work has been a lot recently, but my occasional talks with you have made the visit over here worth it.” He says, pulling his leg back to being straight with a crack.
"Thanks, here's hoping everything with the wedding goes well."
Omori flinches a bit at the sound. "It's been nice talking with you every so often for me as well." She says, looking back at where the monster's corpse was. "What was that thing, by the way?"
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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)
Mavis is also wandering around and shopping, though she's mostly looking for gardening supplies.
Omori sees him, and rushes over, surprised. "What happened?" She asks, looking at the monster's disappearing corpse as she prepares to cast a spell.
She bumps into them, smiling "Oh sorry, good to see you again. What do you think of this white dress? Would it look good on me?" She holds up the dress.
He looks at them, smiling as much as someone can with a bird's beak "Just some work for my job." She can tell it hurts, but he's putting on a brave face.
Mavis looks between them and the dress for half a second. "Yeah, I think it'd look great. It's cool." She answers.
"Does your job often involve killing monsters?" She casts Cure Wounds on him. (4 HP)
She smiles softly at that, putting the dress over her shoulder "Thank you, I am going to use it for my wedding. What are you here doing?"
"Yep." Bones begin to snap back into place, although slowly "Just a trick of the trade. How are you doing?"
"Oh, I had no idea- congratulations." She responds, a half-smile on her face for a brief second. "I was just getting gardening tools. Figured I could try my hand at preparing land for something that isn't a corpse." She adds, dryly laughing a bit to herself.
"I'm doing alright. There's been... a lot of things happening, but I'm fine." She replies. "You?"
“It’s about the same thing as working in a dead body, but you have to keep working on it after you put it in the ground.” She says with a chuckle, brushing her hair behind her ear “I hope you enjoy it.”
“Work has been a lot recently, but my occasional talks with you have made the visit over here worth it.” He says, pulling his leg back to being straight with a crack.
"Thanks, here's hoping everything with the wedding goes well."
Omori flinches a bit at the sound. "It's been nice talking with you every so often for me as well." She says, looking back at where the monster's corpse was. "What was that thing, by the way?"
“Thank you, getting married will be the greatest day of my life.”
“UMA, basically the concept of anything in the universe. You don’t remember what it was because it’s dead now, a concept that no longer exists.” He says, with a sigh, “You’re just great to talk to, really helps me especially when you heal me.”
"Well, that makes my job a lot easier, doesn't it?" He laughs. "But what's the point of a friend if they don't show at least a little gratitude?!" They spin 360 degrees fluidly, then hold up a finger. The screen then shows a commercial for ouroboros oil for maintaining tools and lubricating machines. The can then falls out of the screen and onto the ground. It flickers with scanlines and chromatic aberration. "You seem a curious sort! Have a curious curio!"
He catches the can before it can hit the ground, looking closely at it for a moment with a smile before putting it away in his tool box “You don’t even know the half of it, mate.” He says with a laugh, patting their shoulder “How about you do me a favor and not get yourself broken up again?”
He rolls his shoulder, holding it with his other hand. "If I am ever in a position where I need to call for a repair again, I probably don't deserve it!" More jolly laughter. "I will do my best to avoid being murdered, but as you likely know, making a big impact sometimes offends the closed-minded. Bab, for example, wanted to earn her boss's favor by chopping me up and dumping me from the demiplane! Isn't that just wacky?" The word "WACKY!" Appears on the screen in a wild yellow font with colorful flowers in and around it.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She eventually discovers what looks like the mangled body of the cook from the show, leaning against a tree with a meat cleaver in their shoulder. His limbs lie scattered about, except for one damaged arm which is still connected. In place of any sort of blood, black, shiny tape is scattered around everywhere, and in the setting sun it's possible to see tiny images, like impossibly small and detailed paintings of the show, one after the other with only slight alterations between them, like the arm being slightly lower. Their antennas are bent, and one is snapped off halfway. Their screen is cracked, showing a black-and-white "Please Stand By" sign with a jester's mask and strange patterns. He lifts his two remaining fingers as though in a greeting. Then he curls his middle finger and holds up his index, as though to sign "Wait a second" or "Pay attention." Another episode comes on his screen, and the signal changes to send it out. They tilt their head back, resting it against the tree.
*Sorry about the long delay. I'm back once again.*
She audibly gasps a bit at the sight, walking around and looking at all the tapes scattered about and the sorry state of the show host. "What happened to you?" She mutters under her breath, sounding equally curious and distraught. When she approaches them and they move their hand, she steps back, taking in the signal and watching the screen.
It seems to be letting the show play out for a while, before suddenly it begins jumping around, revealing quite horrific imagery, like a fridge filled with pulsating flash and glaring, judging eyes, and a first-person view of the automaton being chopped up by a gnoll with a cleaver, screeching like a terrified, agonized child the whole time. Then the "credits." Then, on the same black background, the cook appears in its current state but splattered in red blood, floating in a position similar to standing, screen recursive, staring at the camera with its faceless head. A staggered zoom (repeated cuts moving closer each time), and the cook on the screen begins to talk. "I think I was murdered by the competition." They give a shrug with their one shoulder. "It happens." The real body has turned its head to face her.
She watches with interest, reminded of something for a second, before putting the thought aside for now. "Do- do you need help being reassembled?" She asks, two of her hands delicately picking up the host's removed arm while the other two hold her notepad and pen, taking notes on what she sees on the screen and what she can learn about how this enigma works.
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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)
Circut looks to the visor
"Hello!" The small kobold looks up to him
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
He takes back his tools, Collin coming out of being inside of the creature. He doesn’t really seem to bothered by the awful display, waiting for the reboot to be complete to see if this is something he should take apart or not, curious to know.
"So, do ya wanna just hang here and talk, or do something else?"
He thinks for a moment "I think you might make a great teacher"
She kisses him again
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Ughhh [GP] GTG byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“I don’t know… being around you is just so much fun, no matter what we do.”
“Maybe, I ain’t sure ‘bout it just yet.” He says, smiling at them.
He pulls back after a moment, “This suit is a little tight, I may want to prepare a little more.”
The automaton's screen goes blank. Then it shows live footage of Elijah's face. The robot's perspective. It slowly turns its head to the whir and clack of servos. He slowly rises from the ground, slipping and falling a few times. He then just stands there, body language expressing nothing but possibly tiredness. Suddenly, they strike a dynamic pose, pointing at Elijah. "You, sir, have just saved my life! And for that, I cannot thank you enough!" Their voice is loud and charismatic. The screen rapidly flips through multiple images: twitching meat instead of cake at a birthday party, peacock tail feathers which seem to distort into a pattern of glaring eyes, a slightly ajar door at the end of a long, dark hall, an advertisement for the cooking show that has been playing, which is evidently called The Gasping Gourmet, and a distorted version of Elijah's face on the birthday boy from the first picture. Then it just goes black again.
"So, friend, what would your name be?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Cut for Baalze.*
He gives his own smile, Collin turning into a liquid to rest on his shoulder without weighting it down “Think nothin’ o’ it mate, it’s what a fixer does, they fix. I’m Elijah, Embercroft is my last name, and don’t think of getting me somethin’ as a reward, I’ve got enough on my plate, I don’t need another thankful soul.”
*Sorry about the long delay. I'm back once again.*
She audibly gasps a bit at the sight, walking around and looking at all the tapes scattered about and the sorry state of the show host. "What happened to you?" She mutters under her breath, sounding equally curious and distraught. When she approaches them and they move their hand, she steps back, taking in the signal and watching the screen.
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)
"Oh, I had no idea- congratulations." She responds, a half-smile on her face for a brief second. "I was just getting gardening tools. Figured I could try my hand at preparing land for something that isn't a corpse." She adds, dryly laughing a bit to herself.
"I'm doing alright. There's been... a lot of things happening, but I'm fine." She replies. "You?"
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)
(hi yvonne)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
“It’s about the same thing as working in a dead body, but you have to keep working on it after you put it in the ground.” She says with a chuckle, brushing her hair behind her ear “I hope you enjoy it.”
“Work has been a lot recently, but my occasional talks with you have made the visit over here worth it.” He says, pulling his leg back to being straight with a crack.
"Well, that makes my job a lot easier, doesn't it?" He laughs. "But what's the point of a friend if they don't show at least a little gratitude?!" They spin 360 degrees fluidly, then hold up a finger. The screen then shows a commercial for ouroboros oil for maintaining tools and lubricating machines. The can then falls out of the screen and onto the ground. It flickers with scanlines and chromatic aberration. "You seem a curious sort! Have a curious curio!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He catches the can before it can hit the ground, looking closely at it for a moment with a smile before putting it away in his tool box “You don’t even know the half of it, mate.” He says with a laugh, patting their shoulder “How about you do me a favor and not get yourself broken up again?”
*Man, I feel the urge to make another Monster Hunter inspired character, or maybe even a campaign inspired by Monster Hunter because of how much I love that series and everything about it.*
It seems to be letting the show play out for a while, before suddenly it begins jumping around, revealing quite horrific imagery, like a fridge filled with pulsating flash and glaring, judging eyes, and a first-person view of the automaton being chopped up by a gnoll with a cleaver, screeching like a terrified, agonized child the whole time. Then the "credits." Then, on the same black background, the cook appears in its current state but splattered in red blood, floating in a position similar to standing, screen recursive, staring at the camera with its faceless head. A staggered zoom (repeated cuts moving closer each time), and the cook on the screen begins to talk. "I think I was murdered by the competition." They give a shrug with their one shoulder. "It happens." The real body has turned its head to face her.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Thanks, here's hoping everything with the wedding goes well."
Omori flinches a bit at the sound. "It's been nice talking with you every so often for me as well." She says, looking back at where the monster's corpse was. "What was that thing, by the way?"
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)
“Thank you, getting married will be the greatest day of my life.”
“UMA, basically the concept of anything in the universe. You don’t remember what it was because it’s dead now, a concept that no longer exists.” He says, with a sigh, “You’re just great to talk to, really helps me especially when you heal me.”
He rolls his shoulder, holding it with his other hand. "If I am ever in a position where I need to call for a repair again, I probably don't deserve it!" More jolly laughter. "I will do my best to avoid being murdered, but as you likely know, making a big impact sometimes offends the closed-minded. Bab, for example, wanted to earn her boss's favor by chopping me up and dumping me from the demiplane! Isn't that just wacky?" The word "WACKY!" Appears on the screen in a wild yellow font with colorful flowers in and around it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She watches with interest, reminded of something for a second, before putting the thought aside for now. "Do- do you need help being reassembled?" She asks, two of her hands delicately picking up the host's removed arm while the other two hold her notepad and pen, taking notes on what she sees on the screen and what she can learn about how this enigma works.
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 need help choosing between a bratty kid and literally the witches from Macbeth for an audition monologue.*
*on one hand, it’s the witches from Macbeth, it’s literally my thing, my sister says I should do it.*
*on the other hand, I am reeeaaaallly good at playing bratty kids.*