She jumps back a bit at the sight, before seeing his head just regenerate from the wound. "O- Oh, okay. I just wanted to make sure you weren't... never mind. You're a part of the Roundtable, right?" She asks.
The ceaseless maw looks over to where Tony was pointing, and looks back. "Thank you. Everything's going to be okay." It says, before going to the room he pointed to, tearing the door off its hinges as though it were made of tinfoil and looking inside.
He chuckles as his jaw grows back, "Yep, only joined a few months ago. I have Undead as my negation ability. Nothing can kill me." He says, sticking his knife into his leg because he doesn't want to hold it.
Inside is a similar scene, though only the beginning of such a horror, Tim is being taken apart. His skin has yet to be taken off, though they are unable to speak on struggle on the medical table as Tim's father prepares to work.
She winces a bit at the sight of him sticking the knife in his leg, even though she knows it doesn't really hurt him. "I see- cool." She responds. "I joined rather recently too."
"Found you." The colossal sunflower rushes over to Tim's father, reaching for him with its burning roots and trying to grab him (13 to hit). If the grapple succeeds, it drags him out of the room, making sure to coil its roots around his arms to try to stop him from casting spells.
"I know, you're Omori right? Top's been talking you up like some kid with a crush." He says with a chuckle, squatting down to look at them better, "Personally, I hope to see what you can do."
It would hit if that one wasn't an illusion, revealing that somewhere within this room, the real version is hiding, his voice echoing through the room, laughing "What a wonderful attempt, better luck next time."
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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.'
She jumps back a bit at the sight, before seeing his head just regenerate from the wound. "O- Oh, okay. I just wanted to make sure you weren't... never mind. You're a part of the Roundtable, right?" She asks.
The ceaseless maw looks over to where Tony was pointing, and looks back. "Thank you. Everything's going to be okay." It says, before going to the room he pointed to, tearing the door off its hinges as though it were made of tinfoil and looking inside.
He chuckles as his jaw grows back, "Yep, only joined a few months ago. I have Undead as my negation ability. Nothing can kill me." He says, sticking his knife into his leg because he doesn't want to hold it.
Inside is a similar scene, though only the beginning of such a horror, Tim is being taken apart. His skin has yet to be taken off, though they are unable to speak on struggle on the medical table as Tim's father prepares to work.
She winces a bit at the sight of him sticking the knife in his leg, even though she knows it doesn't really hurt him. "I see- cool." She responds. "I joined rather recently too."
"Found you." The colossal sunflower rushes over to Tim's father, reaching for him with its burning roots and trying to grab him (13 to hit). If the grapple succeeds, it drags him out of the room, making sure to coil its roots around his arms to try to stop him from casting spells.
"I know, you're Omori right? Top's been talking you up like some kid with a crush." He says with a chuckle, squatting down to look at them better, "Personally, I hope to see what you can do."
It would hit if that one wasn't an illusion, revealing that somewhere within this room, the real version is hiding, his voice echoing through the room, laughing "What a wonderful attempt, better luck next time."
"Alright. I'm not sure if it counts as a negation ability- or if it does, I don't know the name- but I can do this." She walks over to the shadow of a nearby tree, and sinks into it, disappearing from sight. She then emerges from another tree's shadow behind them.
Helianth bursts into flames, and a roaring, whirling mass of white-hot fire spews forth from each sunflower head like the breath of a dragon. It casts fire storm, arranging the storm to fill as much of the room as possible while not touching Tim or the table he is on top of. (DC 20 Dex save, 43 fire damage)
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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)
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*Yep, just bored and tired.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Bored lol.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Wanna rp? I have a few characters*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Put my fist where his teeth used ta be!"
She sits down next to them, leaning against them. She calls Festus over to rest with them.
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.)
*Can I have John and some random other person?*
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.
She stares, still bored, although she smiles a slight bit when the tattoos glow
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.
Theren sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose
Festus crawls over, his head resting by her feet.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren keeps wailing on his opponent, blood spurting from their face
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I know, you're Omori right? Top's been talking you up like some kid with a crush." He says with a chuckle, squatting down to look at them better, "Personally, I hope to see what you can do."
It would hit if that one wasn't an illusion, revealing that somewhere within this room, the real version is hiding, his voice echoing through the room, laughing "What a wonderful attempt, better luck next time."
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.)
*Okay.*
John is preparing to kill someone, sharpening his sword, sweat on his arms as he takes some deep breaths.
Benimaru is standing over the corpse of an infernal, doing their last rites after blasting a hole through them with his flames.
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.)
"Ah come on, ya knocked yer first opponent into the stands." She says, healing herself, spitting out some blood and healing her broken nose.
She pets them softly, "You are great too Festus, I love you 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.)
She still stares
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.
Theren heals her wounds most of the way. "Yeah I guess."
He huffs slightly, warming up the room
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Eventually, he stops, his fists coated in blood. The crowd roars in approval.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I'm going to make my manga more based on urban legends and folklore. I'm taking elements from my old Spectre Manga and applying them.*
*For example, I'm going to be including VHS tapes, TVs, and computers, making it sort of 90s-adjacent.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Rei looks at what is happening, than readies her gauntlets
Eta (The buff ram furry fighter woman) looks to what is happening
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.
She stands up, flexing her arms, "It's ya and me next." She walks out into the arena.
She smiles at that, leaning against Leo, "Imagine, little ones running around the forge while their daddy works." She says sleepily.
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 stands up, cracking his back as he walks out to the arena.
Leo smiles. "Would be quite the dream dear..." he whispers softly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He looks up to them "Rei, it's okay. I've got this one alone." He says with a chuckle.
One of his arms makes a symbol as he stands to his feet "Latom."
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.)
"Alright. I'm not sure if it counts as a negation ability- or if it does, I don't know the name- but I can do this." She walks over to the shadow of a nearby tree, and sinks into it, disappearing from sight. She then emerges from another tree's shadow behind them.
Helianth bursts into flames, and a roaring, whirling mass of white-hot fire spews forth from each sunflower head like the breath of a dragon. It casts fire storm, arranging the storm to fill as much of the room as possible while not touching Tim or the table he is on top of. (DC 20 Dex save, 43 fire damage)
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)