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
"Thank you, dear. Though, maybe I should wait until we're done fixing all the constructs before I have more." She says, picking up the buckets of blood and beginning to look around for it any of the other constructs need repairs. "Should the wedding be themed in some way? Or would it be a more traditional ceremony?" She asks, producing her notepad and pen.
Helianth watches him practice, providing guidance where it can as the ship approaches another doomed star, the star's light shrinking back in dread of the inevitable.
"Oh, cool. Thank you." She responds, producing a small packet of lavender seeds from her pocket and tearing the corner open, scattering them along the prepared spot of land.
"Themed? Possibly, though I don't think many people will be interested in a wedding based on the things we may theme the wedding around. Do you have any family that may come visit? I don't, but that's because most of mine are dead or have disowned me." He says, bringing the rest of the mannequins who need repairs, holding their hands like a father leading their children.
He's currently trying to cast Counter spell without turning off most of the electronics in the ship as if it were an emp, which is what happened the first time he showed them.
He sprinkles the shell dust over the dirt to help them, "You're welcome. I'm Thorfinn by the way, who might you be ma'am?" He asks, giving a polite bow with a broad smile once he's finished.
"Neither do I- if they aren't dead, they're in another dimension entirely, and I'm certain they wouldn't be approving of... well, any of this, really." She says, laughing a bit to herself as she repairs all the mannequins Henry brings to her with utmost care- not quite like a mother and their children, but somewhat close. "I have a few friends that'll likely want to see the wedding, though."
Helianth provides a form of 'target practice' for his Counterspell, casting Daylight repeatedly to give him something to focus his efforts towards and maybe keep the spell from going out of control again.
"Mavis. Nice to meet you, Thorfinn." She responds, planting her shovel in the earth nearby and picking up a watering can.
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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've got too many people, don't know who you've got.*
(want me to just post the characters I feel like using then?)
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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'd love to! Any character in particular you'd like?*
(Omori and whoever else you'd like to use)
Omori is at the Inn, making a simple sketch of something.
KK is on the roof of the Inn, also drawing something.
The bird lands on the table
Isaac comes up with a handheld telescope
"Hello again." She says to it, continuing to draw.
"Hi, Isaac." She chirps, two of her eyes looking up from her drawing and over at him.
It chirps at her
"how are you doing?:
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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
"Neither do I- if they aren't dead, they're in another dimension entirely, and I'm certain they wouldn't be approving of... well, any of this, really." She says, laughing a bit to herself as she repairs all the mannequins Henry brings to her with utmost care- not quite like a mother and their children, but somewhat close. "I have a few friends that'll likely want to see the wedding, though."
Helianth provides a form of 'target practice' for his Counterspell, casting Daylight repeatedly to give him something to focus his efforts towards and maybe keep the spell from going out of control again.
"Mavis. Nice to meet you, Thorfinn." She responds, planting her shovel in the earth nearby and picking up a watering can.
"Then I would love to have those that would come. Those of my own who would want to come are fellow hunters, though they wouldn't approve of... you I suppose, they would still come to support me, too bad most of them are busy. I'll write some letters to see if any of them can come." He does whatever he can to assist, humming with a bit of a smile on his face.
Occasionally a light will flicker as he puts too much power into the spell, but eventually he begins to get it down, consistently dispelling the Daylight with not too much difficulty.
"Beautiful name for a beautiful lady." He says with a bright smile, continuing to assist where he can, reaching into his backpack and pulling out a seemingly endless supply of tools and such things.
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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.'
*I've got too many people, don't know who you've got.*
(want me to just post the characters I feel like using then?)
*Yep, that sounds the best to me.*
Isaac is on the roof with a handheld telescope
Gravedigger is out in the forest examining a body
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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
Mark is sitting on the roof himself, holding the Zanithian Sword in his hands, the blade still sheathed.
The King of Nothing is walking through the forest, his steps leaving deep indentations in the dirt as he walks past them.
"nice sword you got there"
Gravedigger looks at him "careful of what you might disturb out here"
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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
"Neither do I- if they aren't dead, they're in another dimension entirely, and I'm certain they wouldn't be approving of... well, any of this, really." She says, laughing a bit to herself as she repairs all the mannequins Henry brings to her with utmost care- not quite like a mother and their children, but somewhat close. "I have a few friends that'll likely want to see the wedding, though."
Helianth provides a form of 'target practice' for his Counterspell, casting Daylight repeatedly to give him something to focus his efforts towards and maybe keep the spell from going out of control again.
"Mavis. Nice to meet you, Thorfinn." She responds, planting her shovel in the earth nearby and picking up a watering can.
"Then I would love to have those that would come. Those of my own who would want to come are fellow hunters, though they wouldn't approve of... you I suppose, they would still come to support me, too bad most of them are busy. I'll write some letters to see if any of them can come." He does whatever he can to assist, humming with a bit of a smile on his face.
Occasionally a light will flicker as he puts too much power into the spell, but eventually he begins to get it down, consistently dispelling the Daylight with not too much difficulty.
"Beautiful name for a beautiful lady." He says with a bright smile, continuing to assist where he can, reaching into his backpack and pulling out a seemingly endless supply of tools and such things.
"Likewise, I'll see if any of my friends can come to the wedding." She replies, quickly patching up all the mannequins with Henry's aid until they're all fully mended. "Alright, I think that's the last one." She says, taking a step back to look at the shambling horrors with a sense of pride as they spread out across the Fair.
Helianth looks so proud of him, continuing to cast the Daylight for him to dispel, providing guidance whenever he needs it.
A small half-smile appears on her face for a split second upon hearing that. After a while, the tiny plot of soon-to-be lavender flowers is fully maintained for the day. "Thank you for helping me with all this." She says.
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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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"Maybe?" She looks to him
"Hmm... If you don't believe, why not see my creations?..." He wanders away, expecting him to follow
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.
*I mean, if you want to, sure.*
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 chuckles at that, "Thank you, I love you too. More than I could have known."
Benimaru thinks about not following, but decides to get up and go after them, in case there are any abominations he should kill.
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 hugs him, still holding the vase
*Good place to end*
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.
(who you got or who do you want?)
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
"Neither do I- if they aren't dead, they're in another dimension entirely, and I'm certain they wouldn't be approving of... well, any of this, really." She says, laughing a bit to herself as she repairs all the mannequins Henry brings to her with utmost care- not quite like a mother and their children, but somewhat close. "I have a few friends that'll likely want to see the wedding, though."
Helianth provides a form of 'target practice' for his Counterspell, casting Daylight repeatedly to give him something to focus his efforts towards and maybe keep the spell from going out of control again.
"Mavis. Nice to meet you, Thorfinn." She responds, planting her shovel in the earth nearby and picking up a watering can.
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've got too many people, don't know who you've got.*
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.)
"Hello again." She says to it, continuing to draw.
"Hi, Isaac." She chirps, two of her eyes looking up from her drawing and over at him.
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)
(want me to just post the characters I feel like using then?)
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
It chirps at her
"how are you doing?:
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
"Then I would love to have those that would come. Those of my own who would want to come are fellow hunters, though they wouldn't approve of... you I suppose, they would still come to support me, too bad most of them are busy. I'll write some letters to see if any of them can come." He does whatever he can to assist, humming with a bit of a smile on his face.
Occasionally a light will flicker as he puts too much power into the spell, but eventually he begins to get it down, consistently dispelling the Daylight with not too much difficulty.
"Beautiful name for a beautiful lady." He says with a bright smile, continuing to assist where he can, reaching into his backpack and pulling out a seemingly endless supply of tools and such things.
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 hugs her back, rubbing her side "Are you doing okay?"
*Yep.*
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.)
*Yep, that sounds the best to me.*
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.)
Isaac is on the roof with a handheld telescope
Gravedigger is out in the forest examining a body
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
Mark is sitting on the roof himself, holding the Zanithian Sword in his hands, the blade still sheathed.
The King of Nothing is walking through the forest, his steps leaving deep indentations in the dirt as he walks past 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.)
"nice sword you got there"
Gravedigger looks at him "careful of what you might disturb out here"
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. Are you?"
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 up from the sword towards them, "Ah, oh, thanks."
He turns to 'look' at them, tilting his head, his nose twitching "I will be, I don't wish to cause trouble to those past."
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'm... doing good." He says, his smile softening a bit.
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.)
"Likewise, I'll see if any of my friends can come to the wedding." She replies, quickly patching up all the mannequins with Henry's aid until they're all fully mended. "Alright, I think that's the last one." She says, taking a step back to look at the shambling horrors with a sense of pride as they spread out across the Fair.
Helianth looks so proud of him, continuing to cast the Daylight for him to dispel, providing guidance whenever he needs it.
A small half-smile appears on her face for a split second upon hearing that. After a while, the tiny plot of soon-to-be lavender flowers is fully maintained for the day. "Thank you for helping me with all this." She says.
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)