Omori is collecting bones in the forest, as one does.
Helianth is still rampaging through the laboratory, looking for Tim and incinerating anything that gets in its way.
The metal bird lands next to her
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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
Omori is collecting bones in the forest, as one does.
Helianth is still rampaging through the laboratory, looking for Tim and incinerating anything that gets in its way.
Walking down the path is a young man with a guitar over his back. He wears a simple black hoodie, blue jeans, and scuffed sneakers. He has short, fluffy black hair, sharp green eyes, and lightly tanned skin.
*Meet my new bard, everyone! He has a curse attached to him that makes everyone forget him after each day, but they remember him slightly, like something out of a dream. Faint whispers of his music or smudges of what he looks like*
*That's a really cool idea, and I imagine it will make for some fun interactions!*
She notices him walking down the path, and moves through the shadows over to him, only visible as a pair of eyes in the dark. "Hi there!" She cheerfully says.
*Yeah, but its honestly sad. Being a drifter his whole life*
The bard smiles at the shadow. "Hello there."
*Oh, it's absolutely tragic- I just really like the character concept. :D*
"Where you walking to?" She asks, quite literally emerging from the shadows and leaning against a tree.
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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 collecting bones in the forest, as one does.
Helianth is still rampaging through the laboratory, looking for Tim and incinerating anything that gets in its way.
They encounter someone walking through the forest, who they would have seen at the Roundtable, Victor, the third strongest, the immortal.
They encounter a room that seems to be sealed shut. Screaming muffled coming from inside, but not Tim's, Tony's.
Omori notices Victor and walks over to him, grinning widely. "Hello!"
The crooked sunflower coils its roots around the door and wrenches it off its hinges, the door melting slightly in its grasp, before tossing it aside and looking for Tony.
He looks down to them, they would notice he has a knife stuck in his forehead, "Hello, you're Omori, right?" He asks, she would notice he isn't wearing a tie.
They would easily find Tony, or really what is left of him, in pieces, his brain in a jaw, his body taken apart the technology put around the lab. What is left of him tries to turn to Helianth, gurgling blood.
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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 collecting bones in the forest, as one does.
Helianth is still rampaging through the laboratory, looking for Tim and incinerating anything that gets in its way.
Walking down the path is a young man with a guitar over his back. He wears a simple black hoodie, blue jeans, and scuffed sneakers. He has short, fluffy black hair, sharp green eyes, and lightly tanned skin.
*Meet my new bard, everyone! He has a curse attached to him that makes everyone forget him after each day, but they remember him slightly, like something out of a dream. Faint whispers of his music or smudges of what he looks like*
*That's a really cool idea, and I imagine it will make for some fun interactions!*
She notices him walking down the path, and moves through the shadows over to him, only visible as a pair of eyes in the dark. "Hi there!" She cheerfully says.
*Yeah, but its honestly sad. Being a drifter his whole life*
The bard smiles at the shadow. "Hello there."
*Oh, it's absolutely tragic- I just really like the character concept. :D*
"Where you walking to?" She asks, quite literally emerging from the shadows and leaning against a tree.
*A tragic bard. One who remembers everything, but no one can remember him in full*
"Just heading to the nearby Inn." he says with a smile, tilting his head slightly
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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 collecting bones in the forest, as one does.
Helianth is still rampaging through the laboratory, looking for Tim and incinerating anything that gets in its way.
They encounter someone walking through the forest, who they would have seen at the Roundtable, Victor, the third strongest, the immortal.
They encounter a room that seems to be sealed shut. Screaming muffled coming from inside, but not Tim's, Tony's.
Omori notices Victor and walks over to him, grinning widely. "Hello!"
The crooked sunflower coils its roots around the door and wrenches it off its hinges, the door melting slightly in its grasp, before tossing it aside and looking for Tony.
He looks down to them, they would notice he has a knife stuck in his forehead, "Hello, you're Omori, right?" He asks, she would notice he isn't wearing a tie.
They would easily find Tony, or really what is left of him, in pieces, his brain in a jar, his body taken apart the technology put around the lab. What is left of him tries to turn to Helianth, gurgling blood.
"Yep, that'd be me! And you're... Victor, right?" She responds, pausing for a second as she remembers his name. Her eyes look towards the knife. "You... you need that healed?" She asks, gesturing to the wound.
It is mortified at the sight, but isn't really able to do much to help him at the moment. "...I'm going to save both of you from this place." It says to him. "I'll find a way to fix this, and I'll come back to help you. Then we'll all get out of here together. I promise."
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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)
*I have found my way out of the deep abyss of the ocean! owo*
(hello)
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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
*I have found my way out of the deep abyss of the ocean! owo*
(hello)
*Heya*
(how are you doing)
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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
"Yep, that'd be me! And you're... Victor, right?" She responds, pausing for a second as she remembers his name. Her eyes look towards the knife. "You... you need that healed?" She asks, gesturing to the wound.
It is mortified at the sight, but isn't really able to do much to help him at the moment. "...I'm going to save both of you from this place." It says to him. "I'll find a way to fix this, and I'll come back to help you. Then we'll all get out of here together. I promise."
"Yep, Victor is my name." He grabs the knife "This you mean? Don't worry about it, actually. Watch this kid." He grabs the knife, pulling it around, decapitating himself. Instead of anything bad happening, his head just grows back.
His body nods slightly, weakly holding up a hand to point towards another room, the room next to that one. He tries to speak but only more blood gurgles in his mouth before the arm falls off.
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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.'
The metal bird lands next to her
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
*Oh, it's absolutely tragic- I just really like the character concept. :D*
"Where you walking to?" She asks, quite literally emerging from the shadows and leaning against a tree.
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 them, they would notice he has a knife stuck in his forehead, "Hello, you're Omori, right?" He asks, she would notice he isn't wearing a tie.
They would easily find Tony, or really what is left of him, in pieces, his brain in a jaw, his body taken apart the technology put around the lab. What is left of him tries to turn to Helianth, gurgling blood.
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.)
Theren is wiping sweat off of his face and drinking some water.
Leo nods, blushing a dark red. He buries his face in her hair again
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I have found my way out of the deep abyss of the ocean! owo*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*A tragic bard. One who remembers everything, but no one can remember him in full*
"Just heading to the nearby Inn." he says with a smile, tilting his head slightly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*-double thumbs up- Nice job!!*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Yep, that'd be me! And you're... Victor, right?" She responds, pausing for a second as she remembers his name. Her eyes look towards the knife. "You... you need that healed?" She asks, gesturing to the wound.
It is mortified at the sight, but isn't really able to do much to help him at the moment. "...I'm going to save both of you from this place." It says to him. "I'll find a way to fix this, and I'll come back to help you. Then we'll all get out of here together. I promise."
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)
"Yer up against me after this one, I hope it's a good match." She says, stretching.
She smiles, laughing a little bit "I'm guessing you want it to." She rubs their side, turning to face them in their lap.
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.)
*How are you doing? A fish almost ate me :<*
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.
(hello)
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
"Im sure it will be." he says. "Im gonna rest in here though."
He nods, looking into their eyes
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I'm good. Made a bard with a tragic curse.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Heya*
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.
*That's neat!*
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.
*Yeep! Wanna rp at all? Its alright if not :] *
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(how are you doing)
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
*Yeah :3*
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.
*Good! You?*
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.
"Yep, Victor is my name." He grabs the knife "This you mean? Don't worry about it, actually. Watch this kid." He grabs the knife, pulling it around, decapitating himself. Instead of anything bad happening, his head just grows back.
His body nods slightly, weakly holding up a hand to point towards another room, the room next to that one. He tries to speak but only more blood gurgles in his mouth before the arm falls off.
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.)