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
"... What do you think?" He points at his name tag, and then to the bag.
"Theren..." He says the name back to himself "A good name."
His hands light on fire. "No. Absolutely not."
"Thank you."
He reaches for his handaxe, sighing "Not going to make this easy, huh? Sorry." Init:20
His nose twitches, "Hmm, a lot of guilt on you."
Before anything can happen he snaps his fingers as a magical barrier appears, keeping him out. No one can enter the premises now unless given permission.
Therens eye twitches. "Excuse me?"
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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.
KK is back at the Faceless Fair again, making sure everything is still in working order.
Helianth is still stuck in the Spelljammer, and is playing solitaire while it waits to be freed.
*Good morning my friend.*
Henry decides to come along, though he's down to his last floral shirt and part of sunglasses, helping where he can.
Tim make sure to visit any chance he gets, and watches them play cards happily.
*How art thou today, my dear agent of chaos?*
Most of their work is with repairing the Mannequins and other horrors that had been wandering the park- it seems the place has been doing a decent job of maintaining itself. Almost like it's alive... "Thank you for helping me with the repairs." She says, turning to face him as she stitches the arm of a Schism back onto its body. "I was worried I wouldn't be able to patch everything up before the Fair reopened."
After a while, Helianth looks up from their cards- it has an idea. "I think I might be able to control the ship from here- enough to set it on a course, at least." It says. "What say we get you another star? It might be the last little bit of power needed for you to ascend as well."
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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)
Before anything can happen he snaps his fingers as a magical barrier appears, keeping him out. No one can enter the premises now unless given permission.
Therens eye twitches. "Excuse me?"
He looks at the barrier, sighing once more as he puts his weapons back onto his belt, looking at the bag inside of the barrier "Anastasia will want to see what's inside that. I'll see her when you can't protect her." He begins walking away.
"I can smell your guilt, though the sin isn't all your fault. You're a good man who's done some bad." He pours himself another glass of water.
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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.'
Before anything can happen he snaps his fingers as a magical barrier appears, keeping him out. No one can enter the premises now unless given permission.
Therens eye twitches. "Excuse me?"
He looks at the barrier, sighing once more as he puts his weapons back onto his belt, looking at the bag inside of the barrier "Anastasia will want to see what's inside that. I'll see her when you can't protect her." He begins walking away.
"I can smell your guilt, though the sin isn't all your fault. You're a good man who's done some bad." He pours himself another glass of water.
Leo takes the bag. He mumbles to Festus, telling him to constantly protect Ana.
Theren grits his teeth. "And you just smelled all that?"
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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.
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
KK is back at the Faceless Fair again, making sure everything is still in working order.
Helianth is still stuck in the Spelljammer, and is playing solitaire while it waits to be freed.
*Good morning my friend.*
Henry decides to come along, though he's down to his last floral shirt and part of sunglasses, helping where he can.
Tim make sure to visit any chance he gets, and watches them play cards happily.
*How art thou today, my dear agent of chaos?*
Most of their work is with repairing the Mannequins and other horrors that had been wandering the park- it seems the place has been doing a decent job of maintaining itself. Almost like it's alive... "Thank you for helping me with the repairs." She says, turning to face him as she stitches the arm of a Schism back onto its body. "I was worried I wouldn't be able to patch everything up before the Fair reopened."
After a while, Helianth looks up from their cards- it has an idea. "I think I might be able to control the ship from here- enough to set it on a course, at least." It says. "What say we get you another star? It might be the last little bit of power needed for you to ascend as well."
*I am going as well as I can be, I also wanted Mavis though!*
He doesn't know much on repairing them other than what he has seen her do, and what he has memorized from schematics, "Of course, my love. I don't know much, but I want to help where I can, and it's okay if I get blood on this shirt, because its red." He says with a smile at them, his canines a little sharper.
Tim looks up from the cards over to them, thinking about it for a moment before asking them curiously "Do you want me to ascend to godhood?" He asks, like a child who seeks guidance from an adult, not knowing what they want themselves.
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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.'
"Dont lie. What do you want with my wife."
"Theren Dotsk."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
John is looking for them with a vase in his hands, dried and painted, looking for them, having put some flowers inside.
Benimaru is meditating, the ground around him is scorched as he takes some deep breaths.
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.)
"Nice to meet you too"
They nod, than hold their hands out and shake their head sideways, as if saying 'Your welcome' and 'No problem'
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"... What do you think?" He points at his name tag, and then to the bag.
"Theren..." He says the name back to himself "A good name."
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.)
"Is the cookie good?"
He shakes their hand
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
His hands light on fire. "No. Absolutely not."
"Thank you."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(you want to rp Theren?)
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
He reaches for his handaxe, sighing "Not going to make this easy, huh? Sorry." Init:12
His nose twitches, "Hmm, a lot of guilt on you."
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.)
Before anything can happen he snaps his fingers as a magical barrier appears, keeping him out. No one can enter the premises now unless given permission.
Therens eye twitches. "Excuse me?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The small kobold shakes her head "Yeah!"
The robot shakes his hand, mechanically whirring
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"Thats good." he says softly.
He smiles.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*How art thou today, my dear agent of chaos?*
Most of their work is with repairing the Mannequins and other horrors that had been wandering the park- it seems the place has been doing a decent job of maintaining itself. Almost like it's alive... "Thank you for helping me with the repairs." She says, turning to face him as she stitches the arm of a Schism back onto its body. "I was worried I wouldn't be able to patch everything up before the Fair reopened."
After a while, Helianth looks up from their cards- it has an idea. "I think I might be able to control the ship from here- enough to set it on a course, at least." It says. "What say we get you another star? It might be the last little bit of power needed for you to ascend as well."
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)
Rei wanders over to them, waving to them
The False God is sitting near him, a crooked smile on his face
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
He looks at the barrier, sighing once more as he puts his weapons back onto his belt, looking at the bag inside of the barrier "Anastasia will want to see what's inside that. I'll see her when you can't protect her." He begins walking away.
"I can smell your guilt, though the sin isn't all your fault. You're a good man who's done some bad." He pours himself another glass of water.
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.)
Leo takes the bag. He mumbles to Festus, telling him to constantly protect Ana.
Theren grits his teeth. "And you just smelled all that?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(hello?)
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 am going as well as I can be, I also wanted Mavis though!*
He doesn't know much on repairing them other than what he has seen her do, and what he has memorized from schematics, "Of course, my love. I don't know much, but I want to help where I can, and it's okay if I get blood on this shirt, because its red." He says with a smile at them, his canines a little sharper.
Tim looks up from the cards over to them, thinking about it for a moment before asking them curiously "Do you want me to ascend to godhood?" He asks, like a child who seeks guidance from an adult, not knowing what they want themselves.
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 holds up the vase with the flowers like a proud child, "Rei, I made this for you."
Benimaru opens his eyes, looking over to them, "What do you want?" He asks sharply.
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.)
The small kobold brings out a small tool that looks like a handle of something
The robot pats his back
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Leo looks at it, head tilted.
"My names Alex by the way."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.