"Hopefully I can, but... in case I can't, we should find some way to remove or destroy it in case it gets out of control. The last thing I want is for people to get hurt by whatever it tries to make me into." She leans into the hug, on the verge of tears. "Mom, promise me... promise me that if this doesn't work, if it takes control... that you won't hesitate to kill it. Don't try to save any part of me there may be left, just... keep it from hurting anyone else... okay?"
She thinks for a moment, before eventually deciding. "Sure, I'd be happy to at least give it a try. Though, I probably won't be hunting anything like that for a long while." She says, gesturing to the Rathalos carcass.
She looks to their face, using a single clawed finger to wipe away their tears as she looks deeply into their eyes. "Sweetheart, I could never promise ya that, no matter what, I wish I could, but I love ya too much." She says, putting her forehead to theirs, breathing and attempting to comfort them.
"Cool, and don't worry, I know the perfect monster for us to hunt, and it's not nearly as strong as that Rathalos. Maybe we can hunt a Rathian after a few hunts." He says, leaning in and wrapping an arm around them, like a friend, smiling brightly, "Have you decided on what weapon you want?"
"...Okay. Then we'll find a way to fix this- I'm certain there's a way to fix this." She says, quietly crying in their arms. She's abnormally cold to the touch.
She thinks for a bit, looking through the book to help her decide. "I think I'm going to go with... the Gunlance, I think. Sounds really cool from what I've read."
She picks them up, picking up their things and holding to them in her arms, "Let it all out, we're gonna go back home fer now, okay?" She asks, beginning to walk.
He nods, standing up from the tree, smiling at them, "I'll get it and be right back then." He takes a deep breath before sprinting off, exceptionally fast. He comes back a few minutes later, carrying the Gunlance and Shield. (It basically functions like a Lance that can do a Dragonborn Breath weapon, DC scales with level, Damage is 5d6)
*Sure thing! Here ya go!*
"O- okay..." She manages to say through all the tears, absolutely terrified of what that last lingering piece of her monstrous creator could become- something she hopes will never become a reality.
She takes the shield and Gunlance if they are offered, gauging its balance and weight while holding it in one hand. "I didn't think I'd ever try monster hunting before. Thank you." She says, a small smile on her face as she slings the lance over her shoulder..
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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)
"O- okay..." She manages to say through all the tears, absolutely terrified of what that last lingering piece of her monstrous creator could become- something she hopes will never become a reality.
She takes the shield and Gunlance if they are offered, gauging its balance and weight while holding it in one hand. "I didn't think I'd ever try monster hunting before. Thank you." She says, a small smile on her face as she slings the lance over her shoulder..
*Thanks.*
She continues to try and comfort them as they walk, knowing the fear of having something inside of you that could ruin your life, and the lives of others, her endless hunger ringing in the back of her mind.
He stands back up, cracking his back and neck "I don't have a particular weapon I use, so I can be whatever you need. Be it a partner or something." He says with a big smile on his face, "When do you want to go on a hunt?"
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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.'
"Don't want to, but you kinda in the way." He presses the axe closer to their neck "Will you let me collect Anastasia bounty?"
"Never." Leo then sets himself on fire
He backs up from them as not to burn himself, "Oh don't kid yourself. I don't even have to kill her. One tooth and I'll be out of your hair."
"You will not touch a HAIR ON HER HEAD!" he roars, the inferno raging brighter
He sighs, reaching into his utility belt and pulling out a small contraption, "So were doing this the hard way?" He tosses the contraption. Make a Con save, DC 16 or be blinded by the flash grenade.
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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.'
"Don't want to, but you kinda in the way." He presses the axe closer to their neck "Will you let me collect Anastasia bounty?"
"Never." Leo then sets himself on fire
He backs up from them as not to burn himself, "Oh don't kid yourself. I don't even have to kill her. One tooth and I'll be out of your hair."
"You will not touch a HAIR ON HER HEAD!" he roars, the inferno raging brighter
He sighs, reaching into his utility belt and pulling out a small contraption, "So were doing this the hard way?" He tosses the contraption. Make a Con save, DC 16 or be blinded by the flash grenade.
*Ah yes, blind fire*
CON: 12
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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.
"Don't want to, but you kinda in the way." He presses the axe closer to their neck "Will you let me collect Anastasia bounty?"
"Never." Leo then sets himself on fire
He backs up from them as not to burn himself, "Oh don't kid yourself. I don't even have to kill her. One tooth and I'll be out of your hair."
"You will not touch a HAIR ON HER HEAD!" he roars, the inferno raging brighter
He sighs, reaching into his utility belt and pulling out a small contraption, "So were doing this the hard way?" He tosses the contraption. Make a Con save, DC 16 or be blinded by the flash grenade.
*Ah yes, blind fire*
CON: 12
*I mean, Bounty Hunter's just a guy, there isn't much he can do, and it worked anyway too! Your turn.*
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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.'
"Don't want to, but you kinda in the way." He presses the axe closer to their neck "Will you let me collect Anastasia bounty?"
"Never." Leo then sets himself on fire
He backs up from them as not to burn himself, "Oh don't kid yourself. I don't even have to kill her. One tooth and I'll be out of your hair."
"You will not touch a HAIR ON HER HEAD!" he roars, the inferno raging brighter
He sighs, reaching into his utility belt and pulling out a small contraption, "So were doing this the hard way?" He tosses the contraption. Make a Con save, DC 16 or be blinded by the flash grenade.
*Ah yes, blind fire*
CON: 12
*I mean, Bounty Hunter's just a guy, there isn't much he can do, and it worked anyway too! Your turn.*
*Yeah true*
Leo swings wildly
Attack: 18 Damage: 35
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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.
"O- okay..." She manages to say through all the tears, absolutely terrified of what that last lingering piece of her monstrous creator could become- something she hopes will never become a reality.
She takes the shield and Gunlance if they are offered, gauging its balance and weight while holding it in one hand. "I didn't think I'd ever try monster hunting before. Thank you." She says, a small smile on her face as she slings the lance over her shoulder..
*Thanks.*
She continues to try and comfort them as they walk, knowing the fear of having something inside of you that could ruin your life, and the lives of others, her endless hunger ringing in the back of her mind.
He stands back up, cracking his back and neck "I don't have a particular weapon I use, so I can be whatever you need. Be it a partner or something." He says with a big smile on his face, "When do you want to go on a hunt?"
After a while, Omori wipes away their inky tears, still absolutely terrified about what's going on, but slightly more confident that they'll find a way to stop it. "...Thank you." She says. "I love you, mom. I'm sure we'll fix this."
"Whenever works best for a hunt, I suppose." She responds, a sort of half-grin on her face as she figures out how to load the explosive ammunition into the Gunlance.
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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)
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
*Hello, my dear fellow observer of lunar phenomena! How doth thee fare?*
(I am great. how about you?)
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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
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Perception: 23
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Sure thing! Here ya go!*
"O- okay..." She manages to say through all the tears, absolutely terrified of what that last lingering piece of her monstrous creator could become- something she hopes will never become a reality.
She takes the shield and Gunlance if they are offered, gauging its balance and weight while holding it in one hand. "I didn't think I'd ever try monster hunting before. Thank you." She says, a small smile on her face as she slings the lance over her shoulder..
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 doesn't notice the Bounty Hunter following 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.)
Leo starts to happily pick flowers to make a bouquet for his wife
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Thanks.*
She continues to try and comfort them as they walk, knowing the fear of having something inside of you that could ruin your life, and the lives of others, her endless hunger ringing in the back of her mind.
He stands back up, cracking his back and neck "I don't have a particular weapon I use, so I can be whatever you need. Be it a partner or something." He says with a big smile on his face, "When do you want to go on a hunt?"
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 suddenly has a handaxe to his throat, "Hate to do this." Says the voice of the bounty hunter.
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 sighs. "Please dont make me pissed."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Don't want to, but you kinda in the way." He presses the axe closer to their neck "Will you let me collect Anastasia bounty?"
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.)
"Never." Leo then sets himself on fire
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He backs up from them as not to burn himself, "Oh don't kid yourself. I don't even have to kill her. One tooth and I'll be out of your hair."
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.)
"You will not touch a HAIR ON HER HEAD!" he roars, the inferno raging brighter
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He sighs, reaching into his utility belt and pulling out a small contraption, "So were doing this the hard way?" He tosses the contraption. Make a Con save, DC 16 or be blinded by the flash grenade.
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 yes, blind fire*
CON: 12
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I mean, Bounty Hunter's just a guy, there isn't much he can do, and it worked anyway too! Your turn.*
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.)
*Yeah true*
Leo swings wildly
Attack: 18 Damage: 35
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
After a while, Omori wipes away their inky tears, still absolutely terrified about what's going on, but slightly more confident that they'll find a way to stop it. "...Thank you." She says. "I love you, mom. I'm sure we'll fix this."
"Whenever works best for a hunt, I suppose." She responds, a sort of half-grin on her face as she figures out how to load the explosive ammunition into the Gunlance.
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)
(hi Yvonne)
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
*Hello, my dear fellow observer of lunar phenomena! How doth thee fare?*
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)
They crack him right in the jaw, really hard too, before he swings twice with his own axe. To hit:28 23 Damage:17 12
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 am great. how about you?)
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