"No thanks are necessary- I'm always happy to help a friend. Hopefully she won't give us any more trouble." She sets a hand near the jar. "Once it's all done, I can put this in a vault or something similar, if you'd like. Keep it far away from ever reaching Omori again."
She thinks for a moment, sighing a bit. "I've been doing alright. Work is still a pain in the backside in both senses of the term, but aside from that, not much has been happening for me. How have you been?"
"That ain't necessary, once it's outta Omori, I know exactly where its gonna go. I'm gonna mend the shadow back onta, myself, keep it sealed somewhere I know I can keep it." SHe gestures for them to sit down next to her, "But what 'bout ya, who's that fella yer marryin'?"
"Just been working on hunting, you should come sign up as a real monster hunter at the 8th. My buds have seen how good you are for an amateur, and outside of when they're joking about you being my girlfriend, they really think you'd be a good addition."
She takes a seat in their lap while their eyes are closed, leaning against them.
He washes her hair, running his fingers gently through it
A surprising amount of dirt and grime comes out, as well as revealing a mark burned into the back of her neck. She does the same, washing their hair lovingly.
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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 takes a seat in their lap while their eyes are closed, leaning against them.
He washes her hair, running his fingers gently through it
A surprising amount of dirt and grime comes out, as well as revealing a mark burned into the back of her neck. She does the same, washing their hair lovingly.
He uses a good amount of soap, peeking at the mark on her neck
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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.
She takes a seat in their lap while their eyes are closed, leaning against them.
He washes her hair, running his fingers gently through it
A surprising amount of dirt and grime comes out, as well as revealing a mark burned into the back of her neck. She does the same, washing their hair lovingly.
He uses a good amount of soap, peeking at the mark on her neck
It appears to be some kind of family crest, though based on what Leo knows, it isn't Ana's. The way it was burned in doesn't seem voluntary either.
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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 takes a seat in their lap while their eyes are closed, leaning against them.
He washes her hair, running his fingers gently through it
A surprising amount of dirt and grime comes out, as well as revealing a mark burned into the back of her neck. She does the same, washing their hair lovingly.
He uses a good amount of soap, peeking at the mark on her neck
It appears to be some kind of family crest, though based on what Leo knows, it isn't Ana's. The way it was burned in doesn't seem voluntary either.
He frowns, gently placing his hand on the mark and trying to heal it
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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.
She takes a seat in their lap while their eyes are closed, leaning against them.
He washes her hair, running his fingers gently through it
A surprising amount of dirt and grime comes out, as well as revealing a mark burned into the back of her neck. She does the same, washing their hair lovingly.
He uses a good amount of soap, peeking at the mark on her neck
It appears to be some kind of family crest, though based on what Leo knows, it isn't Ana's. The way it was burned in doesn't seem voluntary either.
He frowns, gently placing his hand on the mark and trying to heal it
It has long scarred over, so there is little point trying, though Ana instinctively flinches from the touch.
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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 takes a seat in their lap while their eyes are closed, leaning against them.
He washes her hair, running his fingers gently through it
A surprising amount of dirt and grime comes out, as well as revealing a mark burned into the back of her neck. She does the same, washing their hair lovingly.
He uses a good amount of soap, peeking at the mark on her neck
It appears to be some kind of family crest, though based on what Leo knows, it isn't Ana's. The way it was burned in doesn't seem voluntary either.
He frowns, gently placing his hand on the mark and trying to heal it
It has long scarred over, so there is little point trying, though Ana instinctively flinches from the touch.
"Hey hey...its okay...im not gonna hurt ya." he mumbles, hugging her.
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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.
A man stands in the forest, a dazed and confused look on his face. Six cultists, dressed in body suits made of black lace that is beautifully stitched with pictures of Camilla flowers and eyes and cloaks made of soft crimson fabric. They wear masks devoid of features, painted with delicate pictures of birds.
They sit the man down in a ring of white birch trees, the man coming out of the trance as he begins to fight them a little. One of the cultists waves a hand over the man's face and he is compliant again. Another one produces a scroll from somewhere while a smaller one begins to pin up pieces of parchment with symbols on them to the trees.
The clouds above begin to roil and turn dark as the wind kicks up. Light rain begins to fall around them but not inside the circle of trees. The one holding the scroll begins to read some sort of strange language from the parchment, the others joining in. As they do, the man begins to writhe as if something is holding him down.
Suddenly, from the man's mouth, a pair of delicate hands opens his jaw from the inside. The hands wrench apart the jaw, and the bones sickly crack. A woman, nearly 8 feet tall, somehow steps out from the man's body, leaving behind a lumpy mess of skin and bones that once was a person. The blood on her body seems to change before the cultist's eyes, turning into a crimson dress with a deep V-neck that nearly reaches her navel. Her eyes open, glowing slightly as she turns to the cultists. They rush up to her but suddenly are gone without a trace as soon as she narrows her eyes. She turns her head and looks down at the body of the now deceased man, waving a hand and that too disappearing.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"No thanks are necessary- I'm always happy to help a friend. Hopefully she won't give us any more trouble." She sets a hand near the jar. "Once it's all done, I can put this in a vault or something similar, if you'd like. Keep it far away from ever reaching Omori again."
She thinks for a moment, sighing a bit. "I've been doing alright. Work is still a pain in the backside in both senses of the term, but aside from that, not much has been happening for me. How have you been?"
"That ain't necessary, once it's outta Omori, I know exactly where its gonna go. I'm gonna mend the shadow back onta, myself, keep it sealed somewhere I know I can keep it." SHe gestures for them to sit down next to her, "But what 'bout ya, who's that fella yer marryin'?"
"Just been working on hunting, you should come sign up as a real monster hunter at the 8th. My buds have seen how good you are for an amateur, and outside of when they're joking about you being my girlfriend, they really think you'd be a good addition."
She sits next to her. "His name's Henry- he's a researcher of the nightmarish and a hunter of monsters. We actually first met when he butchered a few of my creations." She chuckles a bit to herself as she remembers it. "He's clever, caring... has a similar interest in studying that which shouldn't be, and making that which never should be... I love him with all my heart."
She thinks for a while, before deciding. "I think I will. I'd like to at least give being a real monster hunter a try." She decides.
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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)
A man stands in the forest, a dazed and confused look on his face. Six cultists, dressed in body suits made of black lace that is beautifully stitched with pictures of Camilla flowers and eyes and cloaks made of soft crimson fabric. They wear masks devoid of features, painted with delicate pictures of birds.
They sit the man down in a ring of white birch trees, the man coming out of the trance as he begins to fight them a little. One of the cultists waves a hand over the man's face and he is compliant again. Another one produces a scroll from somewhere while a smaller one begins to pin up pieces of parchment with symbols on them to the trees.
The clouds above begin to roil and turn dark as the wind kicks up. Light rain begins to fall around them but not inside the circle of trees. The one holding the scroll begins to read some sort of strange language from the parchment, the others joining in. As they do, the man begins to writhe as if something is holding him down.
Suddenly, from the man's mouth, a pair of delicate hands opens his jaw from the inside. The hands wrench apart the jaw, and the bones sickly crack. A woman, nearly 8 feet tall, somehow steps out from the man's body, leaving behind a lumpy mess of skin and bones that once was a person. The blood on her body seems to change before the cultist's eyes, turning into a crimson dress with a deep V-neck that nearly reaches her navel. Her eyes open, glowing slightly as she turns to the cultists. They rush up to her but suddenly are gone without a trace as soon as she narrows her eyes. She turns her head and looks down at the body of the now deceased man, waving a hand and that too disappearing.
*Could i interact with this?*
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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.
A man stands in the forest, a dazed and confused look on his face. Six cultists, dressed in body suits made of black lace that is beautifully stitched with pictures of Camilla flowers and eyes and cloaks made of soft crimson fabric. They wear masks devoid of features, painted with delicate pictures of birds.
They sit the man down in a ring of white birch trees, the man coming out of the trance as he begins to fight them a little. One of the cultists waves a hand over the man's face and he is compliant again. Another one produces a scroll from somewhere while a smaller one begins to pin up pieces of parchment with symbols on them to the trees.
The clouds above begin to roil and turn dark as the wind kicks up. Light rain begins to fall around them but not inside the circle of trees. The one holding the scroll begins to read some sort of strange language from the parchment, the others joining in. As they do, the man begins to writhe as if something is holding him down.
Suddenly, from the man's mouth, a pair of delicate hands opens his jaw from the inside. The hands wrench apart the jaw, and the bones sickly crack. A woman, nearly 8 feet tall, somehow steps out from the man's body, leaving behind a lumpy mess of skin and bones that once was a person. The blood on her body seems to change before the cultist's eyes, turning into a crimson dress with a deep V-neck that nearly reaches her navel. Her eyes open, glowing slightly as she turns to the cultists. They rush up to her but suddenly are gone without a trace as soon as she narrows her eyes. She turns her head and looks down at the body of the now deceased man, waving a hand and that too disappearing.
*Could i interact with this?*
*Course!*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"No thanks are necessary- I'm always happy to help a friend. Hopefully she won't give us any more trouble." She sets a hand near the jar. "Once it's all done, I can put this in a vault or something similar, if you'd like. Keep it far away from ever reaching Omori again."
She thinks for a moment, sighing a bit. "I've been doing alright. Work is still a pain in the backside in both senses of the term, but aside from that, not much has been happening for me. How have you been?"
"That ain't necessary, once it's outta Omori, I know exactly where its gonna go. I'm gonna mend the shadow back onta, myself, keep it sealed somewhere I know I can keep it." SHe gestures for them to sit down next to her, "But what 'bout ya, who's that fella yer marryin'?"
"Just been working on hunting, you should come sign up as a real monster hunter at the 8th. My buds have seen how good you are for an amateur, and outside of when they're joking about you being my girlfriend, they really think you'd be a good addition."
She sits next to her. "His name's Henry- he's a researcher of the nightmarish and a hunter of monsters. We actually first met when he butchered a few of my creations." She chuckles a bit to herself as she remembers it. "He's clever, caring... has a similar interest in studying that which shouldn't be, and making that which never should be... I love him with all my heart."
She thinks for a while, before deciding. "I think I will. I'd like to at least give being a real monster hunter a try." She decides.
She smiles and laughs, patting their shoulder "Sounds like he was made fer ya, an' I know he gotta love ya the same as ya love him. I bet the weddin' 'll be a good one too." She sighs, leaning back against the wall, "Yer a good one, KK, an' ya deserve ta be happy, if he makes ya happy, I'll make sure ta help ya if ya ever need it, just call."
He nods, patting their shoulder softly, "I can bring you to the ship if you want to sign up right now. Up to you though."
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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.'
"That ain't necessary, once it's outta Omori, I know exactly where its gonna go. I'm gonna mend the shadow back onta, myself, keep it sealed somewhere I know I can keep it." SHe gestures for them to sit down next to her, "But what 'bout ya, who's that fella yer marryin'?"
"Just been working on hunting, you should come sign up as a real monster hunter at the 8th. My buds have seen how good you are for an amateur, and outside of when they're joking about you being my girlfriend, they really think you'd be a good addition."
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.)
A surprising amount of dirt and grime comes out, as well as revealing a mark burned into the back of her neck. She does the same, washing their hair lovingly.
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 anyone open)
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
*I am, hypothetically.*
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 uses a good amount of soap, peeking at the mark on her neck
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It appears to be some kind of family crest, though based on what Leo knows, it isn't Ana's. The way it was burned in doesn't seem voluntary either.
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 frowns, gently placing his hand on the mark and trying to heal it
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It has long scarred over, so there is little point trying, though Ana instinctively flinches from the touch.
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.)
"Hey hey...its okay...im not gonna hurt ya." he mumbles, hugging her.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A man stands in the forest, a dazed and confused look on his face. Six cultists, dressed in body suits made of black lace that is beautifully stitched with pictures of Camilla flowers and eyes and cloaks made of soft crimson fabric. They wear masks devoid of features, painted with delicate pictures of birds.
They sit the man down in a ring of white birch trees, the man coming out of the trance as he begins to fight them a little. One of the cultists waves a hand over the man's face and he is compliant again. Another one produces a scroll from somewhere while a smaller one begins to pin up pieces of parchment with symbols on them to the trees.
The clouds above begin to roil and turn dark as the wind kicks up. Light rain begins to fall around them but not inside the circle of trees. The one holding the scroll begins to read some sort of strange language from the parchment, the others joining in. As they do, the man begins to writhe as if something is holding him down.
Suddenly, from the man's mouth, a pair of delicate hands opens his jaw from the inside. The hands wrench apart the jaw, and the bones sickly crack. A woman, nearly 8 feet tall, somehow steps out from the man's body, leaving behind a lumpy mess of skin and bones that once was a person. The blood on her body seems to change before the cultist's eyes, turning into a crimson dress with a deep V-neck that nearly reaches her navel. Her eyes open, glowing slightly as she turns to the cultists. They rush up to her but suddenly are gone without a trace as soon as she narrows her eyes. She turns her head and looks down at the body of the now deceased man, waving a hand and that too disappearing.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She leans even more into them, hugging them back, closing her eyes, mumbling something to herself.
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 intro Wendi, also, good to see 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.)
She sits next to her. "His name's Henry- he's a researcher of the nightmarish and a hunter of monsters. We actually first met when he butchered a few of my creations." She chuckles a bit to herself as she remembers it. "He's clever, caring... has a similar interest in studying that which shouldn't be, and making that which never should be... I love him with all my heart."
She thinks for a while, before deciding. "I think I will. I'd like to at least give being a real monster hunter a try." She decides.
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)
*Thank you! This is for my girl I recently made named Lillith.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I saw all the info you showed on them before, they certainly seem interesting, hope you enjoy playing 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.)
*Thank you!*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"What was that?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Could i interact with this?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Course!*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She smiles and laughs, patting their shoulder "Sounds like he was made fer ya, an' I know he gotta love ya the same as ya love him. I bet the weddin' 'll be a good one too." She sighs, leaning back against the wall, "Yer a good one, KK, an' ya deserve ta be happy, if he makes ya happy, I'll make sure ta help ya if ya ever need it, just call."
He nods, patting their shoulder softly, "I can bring you to the ship if you want to sign up right now. Up to you though."
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.)