*Good morning, my lovely paradoxes! How doth thee fare?*
*im okay. Today is canonically Therens birthday :D *
*Happy birthday to them! Good to hear you're doing well. Would thou like to rp?*
*I'd love to! Heres who i have*
Leo is working on some of his wedding plans while sipping some coffee.
Theren is downstairs making his own cake for his birthday, preparing to spend it alone.
Pheonix is sitting in the library with his hands covering his face. He looks exhausted.
Helianth is also in the library, reading several books about stars. Despite being constantly smoldering with white-hot flames, it doesn't seem to burn anything it touches.
Phoenix looks over at them groggily
One of its heads turns to face him, the rest still scanning their respective tomes. "Hello there." It rasps.
"Hello talking flower..."
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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.
Omori is wandering around the Roundtable facility, trying to learn how exactly things work here.
Helianth is at the library, reading several books about other stars. Despite crackling with white-hot fire, it doesn't burn anything it touches.
They find some people speaking, but for some reason, she can't understand a word they're saying as they work in the lab. Top accompanies her so she isn't murdered by anyone.
Tim decides to come with them, still glowing with that strange golden radiance from when he consumed a bit of the star.
She seems confused for a second, before turning to Top. "I can't really understand what anyone else is saying here. Is it some sort of magical ward? A secret language? Am I just overthinking this?" She asks with childlike curiosity.
The crooked sunflower looks up from its reading material at him. "Hello again, Tim." It says to him. "How are 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)
Omori is wandering around the Roundtable facility, trying to learn how exactly things work here.
Helianth is at the library, reading several books about other stars. Despite crackling with white-hot fire, it doesn't burn anything it touches.
They find some people speaking, but for some reason, she can't understand a word they're saying as they work in the lab. Top accompanies her so she isn't murdered by anyone.
Tim decides to come with them, still glowing with that strange golden radiance from when he consumed a bit of the star.
She seems confused for a second, before turning to Top. "I can't really understand what anyone else is saying here. Is it some sort of magical ward? A secret language? Am I just overthinking this?" She asks with childlike curiosity.
The crooked sunflower looks up from its reading material at him. "Hello again, Tim." It says to him. "How are you?"
He turns to her, "Oh that. Let me show you something. You can perfectly understand me now." He takes off his tie and begins speaking, and she cannot understand a word he is saying either until he puts it back on "See?"
He looks up at them with a broad smile "I'm good, how are you?" Something does seem a bit different, but they can't tell what.
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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.'
Omori is wandering around the Roundtable facility, trying to learn how exactly things work here.
Helianth is at the library, reading several books about other stars. Despite crackling with white-hot fire, it doesn't burn anything it touches.
They find some people speaking, but for some reason, she can't understand a word they're saying as they work in the lab. Top accompanies her so she isn't murdered by anyone.
Tim decides to come with them, still glowing with that strange golden radiance from when he consumed a bit of the star.
She seems confused for a second, before turning to Top. "I can't really understand what anyone else is saying here. Is it some sort of magical ward? A secret language? Am I just overthinking this?" She asks with childlike curiosity.
The crooked sunflower looks up from its reading material at him. "Hello again, Tim." It says to him. "How are you?"
He turns to her, "Oh that. Let me show you something. You can perfectly understand me now." He takes off his tie and begins speaking, and she cannot understand a word he is saying either until he puts it back on "See?"
He looks up at them with a broad smile "I'm good, how are you?" Something does seem a bit different, but they can't tell what.
She seems equally surprised and impressed, now having more questions. "Ah, so it is magical. I assume it's meant for the purpose of helping keep secret information a secret?" She asks.
"I am also doing very well." It responds, noticing that something's off, its other flower heads looking over at him and trying to analyze what's different. "What star do you think we should cook next?" It asks, as though it was a completely normal thing to say.
He wraps his arms around her as they talk about the wedding plans.
He just sits down, staring at the early part of the timeline.
(Good place to end if you want to. Though it may be fun to continue.)
She sighs, "I'm going ta prepare, tell the kids I might be gone fer a bit." She begins walking into her cave.
*I dont mind continuing*
"Merabelle....how...how did you find this version of my younger self...?"
Ana turns to them, "I am not going to lower out of the sky during our wedding, I love you but that's ridiculous." (Ah, making stuff up because it's fun.)
"Had ta do some lookin', and a little bit o' magic." She says, "After all, as much as I'm a druid, ya could call me a witch too."
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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.'
It chuckles a bit to itself. "What brings you here?" It asks, looking back to its reading material.
"Peace and quiet."
"I understand that. It's easier to navigate one's inner thoughts while not grappling with external noise." It responds, taking a few seconds before continuing. "...My attempts at conversing probably aren't helping with that. Apologies." It adds, before continuing to read.
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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 wraps his arms around her as they talk about the wedding plans.
He just sits down, staring at the early part of the timeline.
(Good place to end if you want to. Though it may be fun to continue.)
She sighs, "I'm going ta prepare, tell the kids I might be gone fer a bit." She begins walking into her cave.
*I dont mind continuing*
"Merabelle....how...how did you find this version of my younger self...?"
Ana turns to them, "I am not going to lower out of the sky during our wedding, I love you but that's ridiculous." (Ah, making stuff up because it's fun.)
"Had ta do some lookin', and a little bit o' magic." She says, "After all, as much as I'm a druid, ya could call me a witch too."
*Indeed*
"But...that would be so cool!" Leo says, huffing. "I could build the pully system and everything!"
Theren sniffles, wiping away a few tears. "I-its...its really really good..."
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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.
It chuckles a bit to itself. "What brings you here?" It asks, looking back to its reading material.
"Peace and quiet."
"I understand that. It's easier to navigate one's inner thoughts while not grappling with external noise." It responds, taking a few seconds before continuing. "...My attempts at conversing probably aren't helping with that. Apologies." It adds, before continuing to read.
"Its fine. I've always had voices in my head." he says, tapping his noggin
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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.
Omori is wandering around the Roundtable facility, trying to learn how exactly things work here.
Helianth is at the library, reading several books about other stars. Despite crackling with white-hot fire, it doesn't burn anything it touches.
They find some people speaking, but for some reason, she can't understand a word they're saying as they work in the lab. Top accompanies her so she isn't murdered by anyone.
Tim decides to come with them, still glowing with that strange golden radiance from when he consumed a bit of the star.
She seems confused for a second, before turning to Top. "I can't really understand what anyone else is saying here. Is it some sort of magical ward? A secret language? Am I just overthinking this?" She asks with childlike curiosity.
The crooked sunflower looks up from its reading material at him. "Hello again, Tim." It says to him. "How are you?"
He turns to her, "Oh that. Let me show you something. You can perfectly understand me now." He takes off his tie and begins speaking, and she cannot understand a word he is saying either until he puts it back on "See?"
He looks up at them with a broad smile "I'm good, how are you?" Something does seem a bit different, but they can't tell what.
She seems equally surprised and impressed, now having more questions. "Ah, so it is magical. I assume it's meant for the purpose of helping keep secret information a secret?" She asks.
"I am also doing very well." It responds, noticing that something's off, its other flower heads looking over at him and trying to analyze what's different. "What star do you think we should cook next?" It asks, as though it was a completely normal thing to say.
"Actually, it is more a translator. I don't speak any language you speak, nor does nearly anyone else who works here, it translates what I say to what language you speak nearly perfectly." He says, rolling his shoulders.
"Ummm, I don't know. Maybe one more close so you don't have to be away for so long?" It says back to them, each eye blinking individually, if Tim could sweat, this replica might be. The more it looks at it, the less Tim it seems, more a creation made to mimic Tim, lacking that aura of immense power.
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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.'
"Nuh uh..." he says softly.
"I..i don't know where they are..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Hello talking flower..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She slaps them again "You are, and I'm going to kiss you again." She says before doing so.
Her eyes widen with concern, "Why didn't ya tell me! We gotta find yer family!"
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.)
She seems confused for a second, before turning to Top. "I can't really understand what anyone else is saying here. Is it some sort of magical ward? A secret language? Am I just overthinking this?" She asks with childlike curiosity.
The crooked sunflower looks up from its reading material at him. "Hello again, Tim." It says to him. "How are 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)
"Ow! That-" he is cut off by her kissing him
"I've been looking every day. Im sure they're fine...Lore is a capable woman.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He turns to her, "Oh that. Let me show you something. You can perfectly understand me now." He takes off his tie and begins speaking, and she cannot understand a word he is saying either until he puts it back on "See?"
He looks up at them with a broad smile "I'm good, how are you?" Something does seem a bit different, but they can't tell what.
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.)
She eventually does pull back, finally taking another chance to breath after the long kiss.
"Cause they're fine don't mean they're safe. We gotta help 'em, no matter how capable they are."
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 breaths slowly, touching his lips
Theren just looks tired and defeated
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It chuckles a bit to itself. "What brings you here?" It asks, looking back to its reading material.
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)
She begins to focus back on the wedding plans, leaning against them.
"Theren, I'm worried 'bout ya, I wanna help, but I won't force ya ta take my help." She says, patting their head.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Peace and quiet."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He wraps his arms around her as they talk about the wedding plans.
He just sits down, staring at the early part of the timeline.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(Good place to end if you want to. Though it may be fun to continue.)
She sighs, "I'm going ta prepare, tell the kids I might be gone fer a bit." She begins walking into her cave.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*I dont mind continuing*
"Merabelle....how...how did you find this version of my younger self...?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She seems equally surprised and impressed, now having more questions. "Ah, so it is magical. I assume it's meant for the purpose of helping keep secret information a secret?" She asks.
"I am also doing very well." It responds, noticing that something's off, its other flower heads looking over at him and trying to analyze what's different. "What star do you think we should cook next?" It asks, as though it was a completely normal thing to say.
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)
Ana turns to them, "I am not going to lower out of the sky during our wedding, I love you but that's ridiculous." (Ah, making stuff up because it's fun.)
"Had ta do some lookin', and a little bit o' magic." She says, "After all, as much as I'm a druid, ya could call me a witch too."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I understand that. It's easier to navigate one's inner thoughts while not grappling with external noise." It responds, taking a few seconds before continuing. "...My attempts at conversing probably aren't helping with that. Apologies." It adds, before continuing to read.
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)
*Indeed*
"But...that would be so cool!" Leo says, huffing. "I could build the pully system and everything!"
Theren sniffles, wiping away a few tears. "I-its...its really really good..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Its fine. I've always had voices in my head." he says, tapping his noggin
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Actually, it is more a translator. I don't speak any language you speak, nor does nearly anyone else who works here, it translates what I say to what language you speak nearly perfectly." He says, rolling his shoulders.
"Ummm, I don't know. Maybe one more close so you don't have to be away for so long?" It says back to them, each eye blinking individually, if Tim could sweat, this replica might be. The more it looks at it, the less Tim it seems, more a creation made to mimic Tim, lacking that aura of immense power.
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.)