Theren is exhausted, sitting on a couch in the main area of the tavern. He stares at a small picture of Lore in his locket.
Leo is sleep deprived, having spent all night making a new machine. He fumbles with his tools as he tinkers.
Omori is also tired, sitting in a nearby chair as she looks over the numerous star maps she has, as if looking for something specific within them.
KK sits at a table nearby, also tinkering with something as she attempts to modify a radio to have its signal reach... something.
Theren smiles a bit, looking at the charts. "Whatcha workin on kiddo?"
Leo looks up from his machine, frowning a bit at the radio
"Trying to find something that could stop one being from siphoning magic from another." She responds, as though it's a normal occurrence, turning over the map in her hands and reading through the other side.
The device is a horrific thing in its current stage of development- mechanisms that don't make any sense, connected by wires in seemingly impossible configurations; There's even what looks like vials of blood connected to the machine. Its creator doesn't seem to notice his scrutiny.
"You look tired Omori." he says, slightly concerned.
Leo frowns a bit more. "Abomination..." the mechanic mutters
"I am tired." She responds, not elaborating, before adding, "You look tired as well. Are you okay?" Her concern is genuine, though so is her desire not to discuss what's troubling her.
"It is, isn't it?" She muses, not turning around. "As much as it is an abomination, it's a work of art."
Theren fidgets with his locket. "Its just adult problems."
Leo stares at it. "How does it work?"
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
"Oh, okay. I won't question it any further, then." She decides, looking back at the star charts, searching at a pace that would suggest desperation despite her fatigue.
"Honestly? Your guess is as good as mine. I'm just doing my best to copy instructions." She responds in a casual tone, gesturing to the notepad that lie on the table beside the wretched machine.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Oh, okay. I won't question it any further, then." She decides, looking back at the star charts, searching at a pace that would suggest desperation despite her fatigue.
"Honestly? Your guess is as good as mine. I'm just doing my best to copy instructions." She responds in a casual tone, gesturing to the notepad that lie on the table beside the wretched machine.
He smiles a bit
He peeks at the notepad
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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.
I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
"Oh, okay. I won't question it any further, then." She decides, looking back at the star charts, searching at a pace that would suggest desperation despite her fatigue.
"Honestly? Your guess is as good as mine. I'm just doing my best to copy instructions." She responds in a casual tone, gesturing to the notepad that lie on the table beside the wretched machine.
He smiles a bit
He peeks at the notepad
She smiles just a little bit as well, her eyes still full of worry despite her trying not to seem worried.
The notes are all written in Deep Speech, and there is one simplified drawing of a design somewhat resembling what she's creating. If he can read Deep Speech, he can see there is something about 'pillars of radio'... or is it 'god of mercy'? It doesn't seem like she's entirely sure herself.
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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)
*Let me see... [rummages through characters] Ah, here ya go!*
Mavis is at the Inn, reading a book.
KK is also at the Inn, making concept drawings for a dress that seems to be made of or adorned with numerous mannequin arms.
Gravedigger walks in and sits down in a chair
Isaac's bird hops on the table
"Hi." She says in greeting to them, looking up from her reading material over at them for a moment.
She looks up from her drawings at the little mechanical bird, curious. "Oh, hello there."
"how are you?"
It chirps at her
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I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
"Oh, okay. I won't question it any further, then." She decides, looking back at the star charts, searching at a pace that would suggest desperation despite her fatigue.
"Honestly? Your guess is as good as mine. I'm just doing my best to copy instructions." She responds in a casual tone, gesturing to the notepad that lie on the table beside the wretched machine.
He smiles a bit
He peeks at the notepad
She smiles just a little bit as well, her eyes still full of worry despite her trying not to seem worried.
The notes are all written in Deep Speech, and there is one simplified drawing of a design somewhat resembling what she's creating. If he can read Deep Speech, he can see there is something about 'pillars of radio'... or is it 'god of mercy'? It doesn't seem like she's entirely sure herself.
HE ruffles her hair. "Want some hot coco?"
He reads them over. "Are you sure this aint supposed to read 'Pillars of god?'"
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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.
*Hey, weekday chicken men/women/others! I introduced a strugel magician yesterday! He has a butterfly theme and wields shadow magic, fear, and waxwork to educate and entertain the masses (as a bard should).*
*He's socially anxious, nyctophobic, and not actually that good at his job because he's afraid of making people uncomfortable but still wants to be "scary."*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hey, weekday chicken men/women/others! I introduced a strugel magician yesterday! He has a butterfly theme and wields shadow magic, fear, and waxwork to educate and entertain the masses (as a bard should).*
*He's socially anxious, nyctophobic, and not actually that good at his job because he's afraid of making people uncomfortable but still wants to be "scary."*
(sounds like a fun time)
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
"Oh, okay. I won't question it any further, then." She decides, looking back at the star charts, searching at a pace that would suggest desperation despite her fatigue.
"Honestly? Your guess is as good as mine. I'm just doing my best to copy instructions." She responds in a casual tone, gesturing to the notepad that lie on the table beside the wretched machine.
He smiles a bit
He peeks at the notepad
She smiles just a little bit as well, her eyes still full of worry despite her trying not to seem worried.
The notes are all written in Deep Speech, and there is one simplified drawing of a design somewhat resembling what she's creating. If he can read Deep Speech, he can see there is something about 'pillars of radio'... or is it 'god of mercy'? It doesn't seem like she's entirely sure herself.
HE ruffles her hair. "Want some hot coco?"
He reads them over. "Are you sure this aint supposed to read 'Pillars of god?'"
Seeing as her 'hair' is inky tentacles, it doesn't quite ruffle like hair does, being displaced by his hand in a writhing sort of way. She chuckles a bit. "Sure, I'd love some." She responds.
"Hmmm... it might be, though I don't know for certain." She responds, puzzling over the name herself. "I definitely heard something about mercy... I think."
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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)
"Oh, okay. I won't question it any further, then." She decides, looking back at the star charts, searching at a pace that would suggest desperation despite her fatigue.
"Honestly? Your guess is as good as mine. I'm just doing my best to copy instructions." She responds in a casual tone, gesturing to the notepad that lie on the table beside the wretched machine.
He smiles a bit
He peeks at the notepad
She smiles just a little bit as well, her eyes still full of worry despite her trying not to seem worried.
The notes are all written in Deep Speech, and there is one simplified drawing of a design somewhat resembling what she's creating. If he can read Deep Speech, he can see there is something about 'pillars of radio'... or is it 'god of mercy'? It doesn't seem like she's entirely sure herself.
HE ruffles her hair. "Want some hot coco?"
He reads them over. "Are you sure this aint supposed to read 'Pillars of god?'"
Seeing as her 'hair' is inky tentacles, it doesn't quite ruffle like hair does, being displaced by his hand in a writhing sort of way. She chuckles a bit. "Sure, I'd love some." She responds.
"Hmmm... it might be, though I don't know for certain." She responds, puzzling over the name herself. "I definitely heard something about mercy... I think."
*Father figure go brrrr*
Theren stands up and goes to get them some hot coco. He eventually comes back and sets down a cup for her. "Here ya go."
"Huh...weird.." Leo scoots over, examining the machine closer
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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.
*Hey, weekday chicken men/women/others! I introduced a strugel magician yesterday! He has a butterfly theme and wields shadow magic, fear, and waxwork to educate and entertain the masses (as a bard should).*
*He's socially anxious, nyctophobic, and not actually that good at his job because he's afraid of making people uncomfortable but still wants to be "scary."*
*Sounds like he'd be a really fun character to interact with! I could see him and KK getting along well- she uses fear to entertain in a somewhat similar way.*
*Speaking of characters, wouldst thou like to rp, brother?*
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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)
*Hey, weekday chicken men/women/others! I introduced a strugel magician yesterday! He has a butterfly theme and wields shadow magic, fear, and waxwork to educate and entertain the masses (as a bard should).*
*He's socially anxious, nyctophobic, and not actually that good at his job because he's afraid of making people uncomfortable but still wants to be "scary."*
(sounds like a fun time)
*Indeed! He was the first character I've actually had fun making in a long time!*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hey, weekday chicken men/women/others! I introduced a strugel magician yesterday! He has a butterfly theme and wields shadow magic, fear, and waxwork to educate and entertain the masses (as a bard should).*
*He's socially anxious, nyctophobic, and not actually that good at his job because he's afraid of making people uncomfortable but still wants to be "scary."*
(sounds like a fun time)
*Indeed! He was the first character I've actually had fun making in a long time!*
(glad to hear it :D. What is nyctophobia?)
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
"Oh, okay. I won't question it any further, then." She decides, looking back at the star charts, searching at a pace that would suggest desperation despite her fatigue.
"Honestly? Your guess is as good as mine. I'm just doing my best to copy instructions." She responds in a casual tone, gesturing to the notepad that lie on the table beside the wretched machine.
He smiles a bit
He peeks at the notepad
She smiles just a little bit as well, her eyes still full of worry despite her trying not to seem worried.
The notes are all written in Deep Speech, and there is one simplified drawing of a design somewhat resembling what she's creating. If he can read Deep Speech, he can see there is something about 'pillars of radio'... or is it 'god of mercy'? It doesn't seem like she's entirely sure herself.
HE ruffles her hair. "Want some hot coco?"
He reads them over. "Are you sure this aint supposed to read 'Pillars of god?'"
Seeing as her 'hair' is inky tentacles, it doesn't quite ruffle like hair does, being displaced by his hand in a writhing sort of way. She chuckles a bit. "Sure, I'd love some." She responds.
"Hmmm... it might be, though I don't know for certain." She responds, puzzling over the name herself. "I definitely heard something about mercy... I think."
*Father figure go brrrr*
Theren stands up and goes to get them some hot coco. He eventually comes back and sets down a cup for her. "Here ya go."
"Huh...weird.." Leo scoots over, examining the machine closer
She gratefully takes the cup of cocoa, setting her star maps back in her satchel for now. "Thank you." She says in response, taking a small sip, seemingly not bothered by its high temperature.
"I know, right? Been puzzling over this thing for days now." She responds. The machine seems to have been at least partly made from the butchered parts of an old radio- it's just that said parts have been distorted into something else that should not be.
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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)
"Oh, okay. I won't question it any further, then." She decides, looking back at the star charts, searching at a pace that would suggest desperation despite her fatigue.
"Honestly? Your guess is as good as mine. I'm just doing my best to copy instructions." She responds in a casual tone, gesturing to the notepad that lie on the table beside the wretched machine.
He smiles a bit
He peeks at the notepad
She smiles just a little bit as well, her eyes still full of worry despite her trying not to seem worried.
The notes are all written in Deep Speech, and there is one simplified drawing of a design somewhat resembling what she's creating. If he can read Deep Speech, he can see there is something about 'pillars of radio'... or is it 'god of mercy'? It doesn't seem like she's entirely sure herself.
HE ruffles her hair. "Want some hot coco?"
He reads them over. "Are you sure this aint supposed to read 'Pillars of god?'"
Seeing as her 'hair' is inky tentacles, it doesn't quite ruffle like hair does, being displaced by his hand in a writhing sort of way. She chuckles a bit. "Sure, I'd love some." She responds.
"Hmmm... it might be, though I don't know for certain." She responds, puzzling over the name herself. "I definitely heard something about mercy... I think."
*Father figure go brrrr*
Theren stands up and goes to get them some hot coco. He eventually comes back and sets down a cup for her. "Here ya go."
"Huh...weird.." Leo scoots over, examining the machine closer
She gratefully takes the cup of cocoa, setting her star maps back in her satchel for now. "Thank you." She says in response, taking a small sip, seemingly not bothered by its high temperature.
"I know, right? Been puzzling over this thing for days now." She responds. The machine seems to have been at least partly made from the butchered parts of an old radio- it's just that said parts have been distorted into something else that should not be.
Theren cools his down slightly, a bit of frost forming on his hands as he makes it cool slightly. "Of course."
"Do you mind if i take a look inside?"
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Tortured poet and writer
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Theren fidgets with his locket. "Its just adult problems."
Leo stares at it. "How does it work?"
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?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
*Too tired to focus on more than two things atm*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Cut*
"Oh, okay. I won't question it any further, then." She decides, looking back at the star charts, searching at a pace that would suggest desperation despite her fatigue.
"Honestly? Your guess is as good as mine. I'm just doing my best to copy instructions." She responds in a casual tone, gesturing to the notepad that lie on the table beside the wretched machine.
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)
“…what’s wrong?”
*okay i think mala’s the wrong character for this situation, may i replace her with another?*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He smiles a bit
He peeks at the notepad
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I miss my wife..." he mumbles
*Sure*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(oh. sorry)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
She smiles just a little bit as well, her eyes still full of worry despite her trying not to seem worried.
The notes are all written in Deep Speech, and there is one simplified drawing of a design somewhat resembling what she's creating. If he can read Deep Speech, he can see there is something about 'pillars of radio'... or is it 'god of mercy'? It doesn't seem like she's entirely sure herself.
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/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
HE ruffles her hair. "Want some hot coco?"
He reads them over. "Are you sure this aint supposed to read 'Pillars of god?'"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hey, weekday chicken men/women/others! I introduced a strugel magician yesterday! He has a butterfly theme and wields shadow magic, fear, and waxwork to educate and entertain the masses (as a bard should).*
*He's socially anxious, nyctophobic, and not actually that good at his job because he's afraid of making people uncomfortable but still wants to be "scary."*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
(sounds like a fun time)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
Seeing as her 'hair' is inky tentacles, it doesn't quite ruffle like hair does, being displaced by his hand in a writhing sort of way. She chuckles a bit. "Sure, I'd love some." She responds.
"Hmmm... it might be, though I don't know for certain." She responds, puzzling over the name herself. "I definitely heard something about mercy... I think."
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)
*Father figure go brrrr*
Theren stands up and goes to get them some hot coco. He eventually comes back and sets down a cup for her. "Here ya go."
"Huh...weird.." Leo scoots over, examining the machine closer
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Sounds like he'd be a really fun character to interact with! I could see him and KK getting along well- she uses fear to entertain in a somewhat similar way.*
*Speaking of characters, wouldst thou like to rp, brother?*
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)
*Indeed! He was the first character I've actually had fun making in a long time!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
(glad to hear it :D. What is nyctophobia?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
She gratefully takes the cup of cocoa, setting her star maps back in her satchel for now. "Thank you." She says in response, taking a small sip, seemingly not bothered by its high temperature.
"I know, right? Been puzzling over this thing for days now." She responds. The machine seems to have been at least partly made from the butchered parts of an old radio- it's just that said parts have been distorted into something else that should not be.
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)
Theren cools his down slightly, a bit of frost forming on his hands as he makes it cool slightly. "Of course."
"Do you mind if i take a look inside?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.