*Oh also, does anyone else want to rp? I wouldn't blame anyone who doesn't want to, it is what it is.*
*I could role-play for a little while.*
*Cool, that sounds fun. Who you got bud?*
*I've got the Kapre, a cigar smoking tree giant with wish granting capabilities, and the Hodmedod, a scarecrow with a flock of cursed crows.*
*Both of those sound ridiculous and wonderful. Which one do you want to play?*
*Ridiculous and wonderful is usually what I try to go for. I'm feeling the Kapre today.*
The Kapre is snoozing under a tree. His long, hairy knuckled fingers are interlaced and rest upon his paunch. Just above his hands rests the small leather pouch he wears around his neck.
Milo sits down on the other side of the tree. He doesn't notice them as he hunches over what appears to a small clock, attempting to work on it, though he makes a bit of noise in the attempt. Milo is a Goliath of considerable size himself, standing at nearly 8ft tall, though he carries himself as if he were tiny.
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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 continues to help if her help is requested again. If not, she sits back and watches the ritual reach its conclusion, taking notes the whole time.
"I see." She simply responds, flinching a bit at the sounds of bones snapping back into place. "You okay?" She asks.
Merabelle just asks them to help her up, taking out some kind of jar which she uses as a seal for the shadow, holding it within, panting with exhaustion.
"I'm doing great, put some real work to get me this sweaty, look at me, I'm practically glowing!" He flexes after setting everything right.
She does help her up, especially curious. "What... what was that?" She asks, barely able to take her eyes off the vessel.
"Yeah, I suppose so." She responds, before producing a cloth from her jacket pocket and offering it to him.
"The way I'm keepin' my daughter safe. This was my shadow, an' now, it'll be the vessel fer an evil." She says, leaning against KK as much as she can.
He chuckles, taking the cloth and beginning to clean himself off, unbeknownst to him, there is a decently large, profusely bleeding wound on his back.
She is quiet for a while, knowing what the evil she's speaking of is- or at least, was connected to. She provides Merabelle with support. "...Are you going to be okay without it?" She asks, looking to the trapped shadow.
Her eyes widen upon seeing the wound, though she isn't very worried. "You're hurt- there's a wound on your back." She says to him.
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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)
*Ridiculous and wonderful is usually what I try to go for. I'm feeling the Kapre today.*
The Kapre is snoozing under a tree. His long, hairy knuckled fingers are interlaced and rest upon his paunch. Just above his hands rests the small leather pouch he wears around his neck.
Milo sits down on the other side of the tree. He doesn't notice them as he hunches over what appears to a small clock, attempting to work on it, though he makes a bit of noise in the attempt. Milo is a Goliath of considerable size himself, standing at nearly 8ft tall, though he carries himself as if he were tiny.
The heavy lids of the Kapre open as he hears the noises. He mutters about being woken up but it sounds just like the groaning of a trees wood. He tries to take a draw on his cigar but he finds that it isn't lit. "Hey bub," He grumbles in his gravelly voice, "You gotta light you can spare?" He says without even getting up from where he sits on the other side of the tree.
She is quiet for a while, knowing what the evil she's speaking of is- or at least, was connected to. She provides Merabelle with support. "...Are you going to be okay without it?" She asks, looking to the trapped shadow.
Her eyes widen upon seeing the wound, though she isn't very worried. "You're hurt- there's a wound on your back." She says to him.
"I don't matter, long as Omori's okay." She puts the jar down nearby, putting her hands on her knees as she looks down at where her shadow used to be, "Thank ya, KK, I need the help."
He reaches to feel at his back, feeling the wound and nodding "That... probably isn't good. I don't think I can easily bandage that up though. Resting it off probably wouldn't go well, can you get it?"
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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.'
*Ridiculous and wonderful is usually what I try to go for. I'm feeling the Kapre today.*
The Kapre is snoozing under a tree. His long, hairy knuckled fingers are interlaced and rest upon his paunch. Just above his hands rests the small leather pouch he wears around his neck.
Milo sits down on the other side of the tree. He doesn't notice them as he hunches over what appears to a small clock, attempting to work on it, though he makes a bit of noise in the attempt. Milo is a Goliath of considerable size himself, standing at nearly 8ft tall, though he carries himself as if he were tiny.
The heavy lids of the Kapre open as he hears the noises. He mutters about being woken up but it sounds just like the groaning of a trees wood. He tries to take a draw on his cigar but he finds that it isn't lit. "Hey bub," He grumbles in his gravelly voice, "You gotta light you can spare?" He says without even getting up from where he sits on the other side of the tree.
Milo turns around at all of the sounds, adjusting his Pence Nez glasses on the tip of his nose, dropping his tools out of surprise that anyone else is there. He looks around himself, at his tool belt before holding out a welder, his voice meek and accent definitely Australian "Will this do ya fine, mate?" He holds up the welder, leaning around the tree.
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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.'
*Ridiculous and wonderful is usually what I try to go for. I'm feeling the Kapre today.*
The Kapre is snoozing under a tree. His long, hairy knuckled fingers are interlaced and rest upon his paunch. Just above his hands rests the small leather pouch he wears around his neck.
Milo sits down on the other side of the tree. He doesn't notice them as he hunches over what appears to a small clock, attempting to work on it, though he makes a bit of noise in the attempt. Milo is a Goliath of considerable size himself, standing at nearly 8ft tall, though he carries himself as if he were tiny.
The heavy lids of the Kapre open as he hears the noises. He mutters about being woken up but it sounds just like the groaning of a trees wood. He tries to take a draw on his cigar but he finds that it isn't lit. "Hey bub," He grumbles in his gravelly voice, "You gotta light you can spare?" He says without even getting up from where he sits on the other side of the tree.
Milo turns around at all of the sounds, adjusting his Pence Nez glasses on the tip of his nose, dropping his tools out of surprise that anyone else is there. He looks around himself, at his tool belt before holding out a welder, his voice meek and accent definitely Australian "Will this do ya fine, mate?" He holds up the welder, leaning around the tree.
"That'll do nicely," He says, holding the end of the cigar out to you. "Now why are you makin' a racket with that there thing-a-ma-jig when there are fellas like me tryin' to get some shut eye?"
"That'll do nicely," He says, holding the end of the cigar out to you. "Now why are you makin' a racket with that there thing-a-ma-jig when there are fellas like me tryin' to get some shut eye?"
He puts the welder away, not making eye contact, "Sorry, I'm just trying to fix it up, so fella like you will be able to get some sleep without it accidentally going off or something." He says, looking up at them, "Huh, are you a giant?"
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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 is quiet for a while, knowing what the evil she's speaking of is- or at least, was connected to. She provides Merabelle with support. "...Are you going to be okay without it?" She asks, looking to the trapped shadow.
Her eyes widen upon seeing the wound, though she isn't very worried. "You're hurt- there's a wound on your back." She says to him.
"I don't matter, long as Omori's okay." She puts the jar down nearby, putting her hands on her knees as she looks down at where her shadow used to be, "Thank ya, KK, I need the help."
He reaches to feel at his back, feeling the wound and nodding "That... probably isn't good. I don't think I can easily bandage that up though. Resting it off probably wouldn't go well, can you get it?"
"No, you do matter. Your kids need you... hell, I'd be that thing's vessel in your place, if you allowed it..." She trails off, silent for a few seconds longer. "...though, if you've fully decided on this... I won't stop you."
"Sure thing. I'll need to get the supplies to do it, though. I'll be back in a few." She responds, running off to get the necessary bandages and such, returning a few minutes later with the supplies in hand, pausing for a moment to catch her breath. She then starts to bandage up the wound, putting some of the healing slime he used before onto the gauze before she applies it.
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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)
"That'll do nicely," He says, holding the end of the cigar out to you. "Now why are you makin' a racket with that there thing-a-ma-jig when there are fellas like me tryin' to get some shut eye?"
He puts the welder away, not making eye contact, "Sorry, I'm just trying to fix it up, so fella like you will be able to get some sleep without it accidentally going off or something." He says, looking up at them, "Huh, are you a giant?"
"Hm" He grunts, "In a manner of speaking, I am." You can tell that if he stood up he'd probably be about ten feet tall. "You got some bigblood in yer veins, don'tcha?"
(does anyone want to rp)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
Milo sits down on the other side of the tree. He doesn't notice them as he hunches over what appears to a small clock, attempting to work on it, though he makes a bit of noise in the attempt. Milo is a Goliath of considerable size himself, standing at nearly 8ft tall, though he carries himself as if he were tiny.
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 nods back, leaning in and hugging 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.)
She is quiet for a while, knowing what the evil she's speaking of is- or at least, was connected to. She provides Merabelle with support. "...Are you going to be okay without it?" She asks, looking to the trapped shadow.
Her eyes widen upon seeing the wound, though she isn't very worried. "You're hurt- there's a wound on your back." She says to 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)
"My father is gonna be at the wedding....." he whispers
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 am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
The heavy lids of the Kapre open as he hears the noises. He mutters about being woken up but it sounds just like the groaning of a trees wood. He tries to take a draw on his cigar but he finds that it isn't lit. "Hey bub," He grumbles in his gravelly voice, "You gotta light you can spare?" He says without even getting up from where he sits on the other side of the tree.
"I don't matter, long as Omori's okay." She puts the jar down nearby, putting her hands on her knees as she looks down at where her shadow used to be, "Thank ya, KK, I need the help."
He reaches to feel at his back, feeling the wound and nodding "That... probably isn't good. I don't think I can easily bandage that up though. Resting it off probably wouldn't go well, can you get it?"
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 slowly nods at the revelation, "Will he... be any trouble?"
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.)
Milo turns around at all of the sounds, adjusting his Pence Nez glasses on the tip of his nose, dropping his tools out of surprise that anyone else is there. He looks around himself, at his tool belt before holding out a welder, his voice meek and accent definitely Australian "Will this do ya fine, mate?" He holds up the welder, leaning around the tree.
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 hope not..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She rubs the sides of their face, "Don't worry, it'll be okay, I'll handle it, promise."
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 is shaking a bit. "I...i dont think he'll listen."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"That'll do nicely," He says, holding the end of the cigar out to you. "Now why are you makin' a racket with that there thing-a-ma-jig when there are fellas like me tryin' to get some shut eye?"
"Dear, trust me, it'll be okay." She brings them closer, giving them another long kiss.
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 nods, leaning into the kiss.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He puts the welder away, not making eye contact, "Sorry, I'm just trying to fix it up, so fella like you will be able to get some sleep without it accidentally going off or something." He says, looking up at them, "Huh, are you a giant?"
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.)
"No, you do matter. Your kids need you... hell, I'd be that thing's vessel in your place, if you allowed it..." She trails off, silent for a few seconds longer. "...though, if you've fully decided on this... I won't stop you."
"Sure thing. I'll need to get the supplies to do it, though. I'll be back in a few." She responds, running off to get the necessary bandages and such, returning a few minutes later with the supplies in hand, pausing for a moment to catch her breath. She then starts to bandage up the wound, putting some of the healing slime he used before onto the gauze before she applies it.
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)
She eventually pulls back, running a hand through their hair, "Don't worry your handsome self about him, what do you want to do now?"
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.)
"Hm" He grunts, "In a manner of speaking, I am." You can tell that if he stood up he'd probably be about ten feet tall. "You got some bigblood in yer veins, don'tcha?"