"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.
“I’m somebody who knows that about as much as anyone else can, if you ever need repairs again I’ve got a shop in the town and you’re always welcome to come by.” He begins walking towards the town, whistling happily.
*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.*
*I'd say go for the witches, because it sounds like something you'd really have fun doing. Whichever you choose, here's hoping everything goes most splendidly!*
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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)
*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.*
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
Round about the cauldron go; In the poison’d entrails throw. Toad, that under cold stone Days and nights hast thirty one Swelter’d venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot.
Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting, Lizard’s leg, and howlet’s wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches’ mummy, maw and gulf Of the ravin’d salt-sea shark, Root of hemlock digg’d i’ the dark, Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gall of goat, and slips of yew Sliver’d in the moon’s eclipse, Nose of Turk, and Tartar’s lips, Finger of birth-strangled babe Ditch-deliver’d by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab: Add thereto a tiger’s chaudron, For the ingredients of our cauldron.
Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
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.”
"Oh absolutely, it's going to be amazing." She responds, pausing for a moment. "Wait, I think I forgot to introduce myself before. I'm Mavis, and you are?"
"That explains why I didn't know what it was. It doesn't exist anymore." She says solemnly for a moment. "I mean, I try my best. Still, glad I can help."
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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)
“Marie, a pleasure to meet you Mavis, happy to formally meet you.” She says, shaking their hand softly with her own “You are a graveyard keeper?”
“It really does help, I would take much longer to recover without you. Seeing you also just makes my day better because you’re cute.” He stops leaning against the tree, his leg now stable.
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.
"Oh, yes please!" He chuckles. "That would be just swell! I'm sorry you have to see me like this. I'm usually a lot more put-together! Ha ha ha!" He laughs in a jolly manner, as if he weren't in such a terrible position with a mannequin monster looming over him as his only lifeline. "I've got an instructional tape on this, I think! Let me check..."
The screen is suddenly consumed by red static. The instructions are in Deep Speech, and are very clearly translated. They're simple enough, but very surreal. It makes it clear that the most important part to fix is the antenna, since that allows him to connect to... something. The name is a combination of the phrases "Pillar of Radios" and "God of Mercy." It also says to contact whatever that is if you find yourself unable to complete the tasks or need replacements for the specialty parts. The "instructions" are over in less than a minute, due to Deep Speech's efficiency in communication.
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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.
“Marie, a pleasure to meet you Mavis, happy to formally meet you.” She says, shaking their hand softly with her own “You are a graveyard keeper?”
“It really does help, I would take much longer to recover without you. Seeing you also just makes my day better because you’re cute.” He stops leaning against the tree, his leg now stable.
"Happy to formally meet you as well, Marie." She replies. "I'm not the graveyard keeper, I just work for them. More of a gravedigger/apprentice."
She looks quizzically back at him, seeming more confused than anything else. "Cute?" She repeats.
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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)
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.
“I’m somebody who knows that about as much as anyone else can, if you ever need repairs again I’ve got a shop in the town and you’re always welcome to come by.” He begins walking towards the town, whistling happily.
"Have fun, eat well, and keep learning!" The machine calls back. "I'm going to try to get a library card!" He dashes away.
*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.*
*Anybody got thoughts on this?*
*I think you should do 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.
“Marie, a pleasure to meet you Mavis, happy to formally meet you.” She says, shaking their hand softly with her own “You are a graveyard keeper?”
“It really does help, I would take much longer to recover without you. Seeing you also just makes my day better because you’re cute.” He stops leaning against the tree, his leg now stable.
"Happy to formally meet you as well, Marie." She replies. "I'm not the graveyard keeper, I just work for them. More of a gravedigger/apprentice."
She looks quizzically back at him, seeming more confused than anything else. "Cute?" She repeats.
“Sounds more simple than my own job, considering you don’t have to run away from your bosses.” She says, laughing a little bit, “Do you enjoy your job?”
He pops his shoulders, stretching to prepare to get back to running again “Yeah, cute. I think you’re pretty, especially that flower in your hair.” He does some hops.
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.
“I’m somebody who knows that about as much as anyone else can, if you ever need repairs again I’ve got a shop in the town and you’re always welcome to come by.” He begins walking towards the town, whistling happily.
"Have fun, eat well, and keep learning!" The machine calls back. "I'm going to try to get a library card!" He dashes away.
*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.*
*Anybody got thoughts on this?*
*I think you should do it.*
*The character or the campaign? Either way, I might.*
*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.*
*Anybody got thoughts on this?*
*I think you should do it.*
*The character or the campaign? Either way, I might.*
*I think the character first, then work on the campaign after.*
*...I have a Monster Hunter class from Grim Hollow.*
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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.
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.
"Oh, yes please!" He chuckles. "That would be just swell! I'm sorry you have to see me like this. I'm usually a lot more put-together! Ha ha ha!" He laughs in a jolly manner, as if he weren't in such a terrible position with a mannequin monster looming over him as his only lifeline. "I've got an instructional tape on this, I think! Let me check..."
The screen is suddenly consumed by red static. The instructions are in Deep Speech, and are very clearly translated. They're simple enough, but very surreal. It makes it clear that the most important part to fix is the antenna, since that allows him to connect to... something. The name is a combination of the phrases "Pillar of Radios" and "God of Mercy." It also says to contact whatever that is if you find yourself unable to complete the tasks or need replacements for the specialty parts. The "instructions" are over in less than a minute, due to Deep Speech's efficiency in communication.
She takes notes throughout the whole instructional tape, taking a little while to get all the information down- she understands Deep Speech, though she's certainly not fluent in it like Omori is. "...Okay, I think I got all that written down. Now, let me see..." She tries to reassemble their parts back together, frequently looking at the notes in her hand as her other three work on delicately fitting the parts in their right spots and rewinding the spools of film. That name in reference to what the antennae allow him to connect to... it feels vaguely familiar to her, though she doesn't fully grasp why.
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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
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“I’m somebody who knows that about as much as anyone else can, if you ever need repairs again I’ve got a shop in the town and you’re always welcome to come by.” He begins walking towards the town, whistling happily.
*You should go for the witches dude, or at least that’s what I think, and I’m just some dude. I hope the audition goes well.*
*I'd say go for the witches, because it sounds like something you'd really have fun doing. Whichever you choose, here's hoping everything goes most splendidly!*
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)
*Anybody got thoughts on this?*
(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
*here’s the witch’s monologue, by the way*
Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison’d entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights hast thirty one
Swelter’d venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting,
Lizard’s leg, and howlet’s wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witches’ mummy, maw and gulf
Of the ravin’d salt-sea shark,
Root of hemlock digg’d i’ the dark,
Liver of blaspheming Jew,
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Sliver’d in the moon’s eclipse,
Nose of Turk, and Tartar’s lips,
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver’d by a drab,
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger’s chaudron,
For the ingredients of our cauldron.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
"Oh absolutely, it's going to be amazing." She responds, pausing for a moment. "Wait, I think I forgot to introduce myself before. I'm Mavis, and you are?"
"That explains why I didn't know what it was. It doesn't exist anymore." She says solemnly for a moment. "I mean, I try my best. Still, glad I can help."
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)
*Cut for Yvonne.*
“Marie, a pleasure to meet you Mavis, happy to formally meet you.” She says, shaking their hand softly with her own “You are a graveyard keeper?”
“It really does help, I would take much longer to recover without you. Seeing you also just makes my day better because you’re cute.” He stops leaning against the tree, his leg now stable.
"Oh, yes please!" He chuckles. "That would be just swell! I'm sorry you have to see me like this. I'm usually a lot more put-together! Ha ha ha!" He laughs in a jolly manner, as if he weren't in such a terrible position with a mannequin monster looming over him as his only lifeline. "I've got an instructional tape on this, I think! Let me check..."
The screen is suddenly consumed by red static. The instructions are in Deep Speech, and are very clearly translated. They're simple enough, but very surreal. It makes it clear that the most important part to fix is the antenna, since that allows him to connect to... something. The name is a combination of the phrases "Pillar of Radios" and "God of Mercy." It also says to contact whatever that is if you find yourself unable to complete the tasks or need replacements for the specialty parts. The "instructions" are over in less than a minute, due to Deep Speech's efficiency in communication.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Which one do you think you'll have more fun playing? Because you'll have to rehearse over and over again if I understand theatre correctly.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Happy to formally meet you as well, Marie." She replies. "I'm not the graveyard keeper, I just work for them. More of a gravedigger/apprentice."
She looks quizzically back at him, seeming more confused than anything else. "Cute?" She repeats.
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)
"Have fun, eat well, and keep learning!" The machine calls back. "I'm going to try to get a library card!" He dashes away.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*hmm, I think the witches.*
*I think you should do it.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Sounds more simple than my own job, considering you don’t have to run away from your bosses.” She says, laughing a little bit, “Do you enjoy your job?”
He pops his shoulders, stretching to prepare to get back to running again “Yeah, cute. I think you’re pretty, especially that flower in your hair.” He does some hops.
*Good place to end, fun.*
*The character or the campaign? Either way, I might.*
*I think the character first, then work on the campaign after.*
*...I have a Monster Hunter class from Grim Hollow.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She takes notes throughout the whole instructional tape, taking a little while to get all the information down- she understands Deep Speech, though she's certainly not fluent in it like Omori is. "...Okay, I think I got all that written down. Now, let me see..." She tries to reassemble their parts back together, frequently looking at the notes in her hand as her other three work on delicately fitting the parts in their right spots and rewinding the spools of film. That name in reference to what the antennae allow him to connect to... it feels vaguely familiar to her, though she doesn't fully grasp why.
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 want to rp 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