He notices the TV-headed construct walking around, putting up some unlit torches that smell of insect repellent. He has an apron on that reads "If God Wanted Us to Be Vegan, Why Did He Make Clowns So Delicious?"
He hums to himself, singing in a voice so quiet it's almost inaudible under hum of his CRT. "Brother I’m so scared, I need your composure; Hush now keep your voice down You’ll bring the monster over..." Then he switches to a recording, someone else singing quietly and breathlessly as something in the background knocks things over. "Brother I know you’re scared; you know i’m your clover I don’t want to go and fight... but this waiting’s so much worse..."
He looks over to them, confused by what he is hearing, so he remains silent and listens. He keeps the things on his back, to prevent them from more quickly noticing that he is listening as well as watching.
Shortly after the verse ends, there comes the sound of rapidly approaching stomping and both the construct and the other individual's voices screaming, the rending of flesh and bone, a struggle, and then just the sobbing and grunts of exertion from the construct, and the sound of plastic slamming into meat. After a bit, "Brother, I'm so scared... I need your compsure..." is sung again and again in the scared, tearful voice of the machine. The recording ends. The construct sighs and keeps putting up torches.
“I won’t try to, I’m leaving that life behind me, mostly at least, after all, I plan on starting a family with my beloved soon, and they wouldn’t want their mother to be a criminal.”
Top does occasionally have to seemingly check a map, which gives Omori the time to catch up in increments. He arrives at a nearby clearing, sitting down next to a tree, waiting for them to catch up fully.
"I can also understand that. Here's hoping everything goes wonderfully." She simply responds, thinking of something.
It takes a few minutes, but Omori does show up at the clearing, taking a second to pause and catch her breath, having seemingly ran the whole way here as to not immediately lose his trail.
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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 notices the TV-headed construct walking around, putting up some unlit torches that smell of insect repellent. He has an apron on that reads "If God Wanted Us to Be Vegan, Why Did He Make Clowns So Delicious?"
He hums to himself, singing in a voice so quiet it's almost inaudible under hum of his CRT. "Brother I’m so scared, I need your composure; Hush now keep your voice down You’ll bring the monster over..." Then he switches to a recording, someone else singing quietly and breathlessly as something in the background knocks things over. "Brother I know you’re scared; you know i’m your clover I don’t want to go and fight... but this waiting’s so much worse..."
He looks over to them, confused by what he is hearing, so he remains silent and listens. He keeps the things on his back, to prevent them from more quickly noticing that he is listening as well as watching.
Shortly after the verse ends, there comes the sound of rapidly approaching stomping and both the construct and the other individual's voices screaming, the rending of flesh and bone, a struggle, and then just the sobbing and grunts of exertion from the construct, and the sound of plastic slamming into meat. After a bit, "Brother, I'm so scared... I need your compsure..." is sung again and again in the scared, tearful voice of the machine. The recording ends. The construct sighs and keeps putting up torches.
The sound of thunder fills the air and shakes the earth as Rag puts all of the things away before standing to his full height, towering over the trees, looking down at them. He waves a hand at the construct.
"My killer dropped me off the edge of the demiplane we were on. I've wanted out for a long time, but I was never allowed to leave. Evidently I had to be dead for a bit. Never thought of that. My name is Loddy, by the way. From the Polish word for Ice Cream." They hold out their hand to shake.
KK shakes their hand with two of hers. "Nice to meet you, Loddy. My name is KK." She responds, making the last few repairs and rewinding the last bits of loose film. "...okay, I think that's everything fixed." She says to no one in particular, checking her notes to make sure she didn't miss any steps- thankfully, she didn't.
He stands and makes some stretching movements, despite the fact that he lacks muscles to stretch. "Thank you a lot for this, KK. It's nice to be alive, wouldn't you agree?"
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
“I won’t try to, I’m leaving that life behind me, mostly at least, after all, I plan on starting a family with my beloved soon, and they wouldn’t want their mother to be a criminal.”
Top does occasionally have to seemingly check a map, which gives Omori the time to catch up in increments. He arrives at a nearby clearing, sitting down next to a tree, waiting for them to catch up fully.
"I can also understand that. Here's hoping everything goes wonderfully." She simply responds, thinking of something.
It takes a few minutes, but Omori does show up at the clearing, taking a second to pause and catch her breath, having seemingly ran the whole way here as to not immediately lose his trail.
She waves to them, smiling softly before walking off to finish up her shopping.
He cracks one of his fingers back into place after it broke before pulling out a phone. He flips it open, calling someone and debriefing them on the fact the monster is dead. He gestures for Omori to come closer.
"My killer dropped me off the edge of the demiplane we were on. I've wanted out for a long time, but I was never allowed to leave. Evidently I had to be dead for a bit. Never thought of that. My name is Loddy, by the way. From the Polish word for Ice Cream." They hold out their hand to shake.
KK shakes their hand with two of hers. "Nice to meet you, Loddy. My name is KK." She responds, making the last few repairs and rewinding the last bits of loose film. "...okay, I think that's everything fixed." She says to no one in particular, checking her notes to make sure she didn't miss any steps- thankfully, she didn't.
He stands and makes some stretching movements, despite the fact that he lacks muscles to stretch. "Thank you a lot for this, KK. It's nice to be alive, wouldn't you agree?"
"Absolutely. Terrifying and beautiful in equal measure." She responds, standing up as well, grinning ear to ear in an unnervingly literal sense.
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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)
“See you around, come visit some time, after all, you’re family.” He says with a chuckle, “I get Larry will love to see you again.”
She walks over to them, sheathing her blade. She looks at Xavier, her eyes softening with sympathy, knowing the pain of an internal struggle.
“Because we are a very… passionate couple to say the least about it. We may want to clean before we host a wedding here though.”
"No problem." they walk off "I'd love to visit soon." a stone is left behind on the ground
No, literally fighting himself. His inner demons have manifested physically.
"My dad owes me a favor, he can take care of it."
He looks down to the stone before trying to pick it up and check it out.
Thought he was literally just punching himself. She decides to jump into the fray, blade in hands, swinging down on the first one she sees. To hit:1624 Damage:1212
“Perfect, sounds like we are going to have some wonderful weddings. Do you have a maid of honor?”
Shortly after the verse ends, there comes the sound of rapidly approaching stomping and both the construct and the other individual's voices screaming, the rending of flesh and bone, a struggle, and then just the sobbing and grunts of exertion from the construct, and the sound of plastic slamming into meat. After a bit, "Brother, I'm so scared... I need your compsure..." is sung again and again in the scared, tearful voice of the machine. The recording ends. The construct sighs and keeps putting up torches.
The sound of thunder fills the air and shakes the earth as Rag puts all of the things away before standing to his full height, towering over the trees, looking down at them. He waves a hand at the construct.
It takes a few steps back, looking up at Rag in what must be horror. The machine's "face" rapidly switches between various warning signs. It doesn't appear to be armed with anything better than a pair of mundane oven mitts hanging from its apron's drawstring. When Rag waves, their antennae twitch. Then it slowly moves to a more approachable stance and waves. "Hello there, friend!"
“I won’t try to, I’m leaving that life behind me, mostly at least, after all, I plan on starting a family with my beloved soon, and they wouldn’t want their mother to be a criminal.”
Top does occasionally have to seemingly check a map, which gives Omori the time to catch up in increments. He arrives at a nearby clearing, sitting down next to a tree, waiting for them to catch up fully.
"I can also understand that. Here's hoping everything goes wonderfully." She simply responds, thinking of something.
It takes a few minutes, but Omori does show up at the clearing, taking a second to pause and catch her breath, having seemingly ran the whole way here as to not immediately lose his trail.
She waves to them, smiling softly before walking off to finish up her shopping.
He cracks one of his fingers back into place after it broke before pulling out a phone. He flips it open, calling someone and debriefing them on the fact the monster is dead. He gestures for Omori to come closer.
*Good place to end?*
She approaches a bit closer, looking at the phone with interest- she's never seen anything like it before. She sits on the grass a little ways away from him, still catching her breath.
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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)
Shortly after the verse ends, there comes the sound of rapidly approaching stomping and both the construct and the other individual's voices screaming, the rending of flesh and bone, a struggle, and then just the sobbing and grunts of exertion from the construct, and the sound of plastic slamming into meat. After a bit, "Brother, I'm so scared... I need your compsure..." is sung again and again in the scared, tearful voice of the machine. The recording ends. The construct sighs and keeps putting up torches.
The sound of thunder fills the air and shakes the earth as Rag puts all of the things away before standing to his full height, towering over the trees, looking down at them. He waves a hand at the construct.
It takes a few steps back, looking up at Rag in what must be horror. The machine's "face" rapidly switches between various warning signs. It doesn't appear to be armed with anything better than a pair of mundane oven mitts hanging from its apron's drawstring. When Rag waves, their antennae twitch. Then it slowly moves to a more approachable stance and waves. "Hello there, friend!"
He cracks his neck, back, and shoulders before speaking in his usual thunderous tone “Hello there, how are you doing?” He walks over to them, squatting down to be at their level, relatively.
He stands and makes some stretching movements, despite the fact that he lacks muscles to stretch. "Thank you a lot for this, KK. It's nice to be alive, wouldn't you agree?"
"Absolutely. Terrifying and beautiful in equal measure." She responds, standing up as well, grinning ear to ear in an unnervingly literal sense.
"..." He looks at her, then holds up his hands to frame her image. "Mind if I take another picture? I like this one better. You've got a great smile."
“I won’t try to, I’m leaving that life behind me, mostly at least, after all, I plan on starting a family with my beloved soon, and they wouldn’t want their mother to be a criminal.”
Top does occasionally have to seemingly check a map, which gives Omori the time to catch up in increments. He arrives at a nearby clearing, sitting down next to a tree, waiting for them to catch up fully.
"I can also understand that. Here's hoping everything goes wonderfully." She simply responds, thinking of something.
It takes a few minutes, but Omori does show up at the clearing, taking a second to pause and catch her breath, having seemingly ran the whole way here as to not immediately lose his trail.
She waves to them, smiling softly before walking off to finish up her shopping.
He cracks one of his fingers back into place after it broke before pulling out a phone. He flips it open, calling someone and debriefing them on the fact the monster is dead. He gestures for Omori to come closer.
*Good place to end?*
She approaches a bit closer, looking at the phone with interest- she's never seen anything like it before. She sits on the grass a little ways away from him, still catching her breath.
“I won’t try to, I’m leaving that life behind me, mostly at least, after all, I plan on starting a family with my beloved soon, and they wouldn’t want their mother to be a criminal.”
Top does occasionally have to seemingly check a map, which gives Omori the time to catch up in increments. He arrives at a nearby clearing, sitting down next to a tree, waiting for them to catch up fully.
"I can also understand that. Here's hoping everything goes wonderfully." She simply responds, thinking of something.
It takes a few minutes, but Omori does show up at the clearing, taking a second to pause and catch her breath, having seemingly ran the whole way here as to not immediately lose his trail.
She waves to them, smiling softly before walking off to finish up her shopping.
He cracks one of his fingers back into place after it broke before pulling out a phone. He flips it open, calling someone and debriefing them on the fact the monster is dead. He gestures for Omori to come closer.
*Good place to end?*
She approaches a bit closer, looking at the phone with interest- she's never seen anything like it before. She sits on the grass a little ways away from him, still catching her breath.
*Yep.*
After a while, he finishes up the call, putting the phone away and turning to them. “It’s best you brace yourself, we are about to go back to headquarters, of course, you’ll be able to leave when you like, don’t worry.”
“See you around, come visit some time, after all, you’re family.” He says with a chuckle, “I get Larry will love to see you again.”
She walks over to them, sheathing her blade. She looks at Xavier, her eyes softening with sympathy, knowing the pain of an internal struggle.
“Because we are a very… passionate couple to say the least about it. We may want to clean before we host a wedding here though.”
"No problem." they walk off "I'd love to visit soon." a stone is left behind on the ground
No, literally fighting himself. His inner demons have manifested physically.
"My dad owes me a favor, he can take care of it."
He looks down to the stone before trying to pick it up and check it out.
Thought he was literally just punching himself. She decides to jump into the fray, blade in hands, swinging down on the first one she sees. To hit:1715 Damage:136
“Perfect, sounds like we are going to have some wonderful weddings. Do you have a maid of honor?”
It's hot, and if Damian's familiar with Rag's heat, he knows that's what it is immediately
(its just one big dude) The shadow grabs the blade, twisting it out of her grip. "I wont stand for this.. for you." it cackles in X's non-lucid voice. "You turned him, and we cant have that."
"Whats that?..."
He does recognize it, and calls out for Sam “Hey! You left this rock behind!” He puts it down, as it almost burns his hand.
She doesn’t stop, ignoring their words, simply worried about X more than anything else in this moment. She attempts to bite them with her mandibles, cutting into their flesh. To hit:2027 Damage:86
“Someone you want to have beside you for your wedding other than your beloved, your closest friend.”
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Shortly after the verse ends, there comes the sound of rapidly approaching stomping and both the construct and the other individual's voices screaming, the rending of flesh and bone, a struggle, and then just the sobbing and grunts of exertion from the construct, and the sound of plastic slamming into meat. After a bit, "Brother, I'm so scared... I need your compsure..." is sung again and again in the scared, tearful voice of the machine. The recording ends. The construct sighs and keeps putting up torches.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for Salem.*
“See you around, come visit some time, after all, you’re family.” He says with a chuckle, “I get Larry will love to see you again.”
She walks over to them, sheathing her blade. She looks at Xavier, her eyes softening with sympathy, knowing the pain of an internal struggle.
“Because we are a very… passionate couple to say the least about it. We may want to clean before we host a wedding here though.”
"I can also understand that. Here's hoping everything goes wonderfully." She simply responds, thinking of something.
It takes a few minutes, but Omori does show up at the clearing, taking a second to pause and catch her breath, having seemingly ran the whole way here as to not immediately lose his trail.
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 sound of thunder fills the air and shakes the earth as Rag puts all of the things away before standing to his full height, towering over the trees, looking down at them. He waves a hand at the construct.
He stands and makes some stretching movements, despite the fact that he lacks muscles to stretch. "Thank you a lot for this, KK. It's nice to be alive, wouldn't you agree?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(does anyone want to rp)
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
She waves to them, smiling softly before walking off to finish up her shopping.
He cracks one of his fingers back into place after it broke before pulling out a phone. He flips it open, calling someone and debriefing them on the fact the monster is dead. He gestures for Omori to come closer.
"Absolutely. Terrifying and beautiful in equal measure." She responds, standing up as well, grinning ear to ear in an unnervingly literal sense.
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 looks down to the stone before trying to pick it up and check it out.
Thought he was literally just punching himself. She decides to jump into the fray, blade in hands, swinging down on the first one she sees. To hit:16 24 Damage:12 12
“Perfect, sounds like we are going to have some wonderful weddings. Do you have a maid of honor?”
It takes a few steps back, looking up at Rag in what must be horror. The machine's "face" rapidly switches between various warning signs. It doesn't appear to be armed with anything better than a pair of mundane oven mitts hanging from its apron's drawstring. When Rag waves, their antennae twitch. Then it slowly moves to a more approachable stance and waves. "Hello there, friend!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*This is absolutely tragic, I’ve been doing awful for rolls all day, I don’t even know what I did!*
*Good place to end?*
She approaches a bit closer, looking at the phone with interest- she's never seen anything like it before. She sits on the grass a little ways away from him, still catching her breath.
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 cracks his neck, back, and shoulders before speaking in his usual thunderous tone “Hello there, how are you doing?” He walks over to them, squatting down to be at their level, relatively.
"..." He looks at her, then holds up his hands to frame her image. "Mind if I take another picture? I like this one better. You've got a great smile."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Yep.*
After a while, he finishes up the call, putting the phone away and turning to them. “It’s best you brace yourself, we are about to go back to headquarters, of course, you’ll be able to leave when you like, don’t worry.”
He does recognize it, and calls out for Sam “Hey! You left this rock behind!” He puts it down, as it almost burns his hand.
She doesn’t stop, ignoring their words, simply worried about X more than anything else in this moment. She attempts to bite them with her mandibles, cutting into their flesh. To hit:20 27 Damage:8 6
“Someone you want to have beside you for your wedding other than your beloved, your closest friend.”