He pulls his hand back and returns the bow, "I ain't redeem nobody, Felix helped my sisters along more than I ever could, an' I just love Stroth, simple as that. Nice ta meet ya Beagoji, real happy ya ain't hostile, I ain't wanna shoot nobody an' get myself inta any more trouble than I've already been."
He takes the dinosaur in his hands, making sure not to crush or burn it in his hands, smiling at them with a friendly smile, "Of course I can, is it okay if I just call you Teddy?"
"Heh, I don't like violence on principle. It's gonna be hard to avoid now that I'm supposed to be a guardian angel now." He sighs, a hollow sound. "I hope I can find someone who knows what I'm supposed to actually do. I haven't been an angel in millennia."
"Sure! Now hold still..." He holds up his hands to frame Rag and the toy. He puts his hands down. "Thank you!" He pulls a grainy, colorless photo out of his coat and sets it down in front of Rag. It's him holding the plush dino.
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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.
She looks back at her, a crimson-stained smile on her face. "Hi, mom." She says. "You look tired. Are you doing okay? Is... is it about what I heard from KK?"
With his help, the bound Elder Evil is much more able to free itself, any flares of starlight that erupt from its torn flesh and metal having not even the slightest effect on the two. "Thank you for helping me with... with all of this, Tim." It says to him, followed by the sickening sounds of metal and bone scraping against each other amidst the wet tearing of membranes as it begins to pull itself from the wall.
She raises a hand to run it through their hair, smiling back down at them, "Just doin' somethin' ta help ya out, sweetheart. What did KK tell ya?" She asks, curious, shaping her answer to their response.
Tim seems less bother by the tears than he was even before, finally understanding what he is now, and what he was before. He understands his father's regrets and the reasons behind his choices, "It's okay, you've helped me so much too, it's the least I could do." He says with a bright smile.
"She told me about how y'all figured out something to help get rid of... well, she didn't say what specifically, but I'm guessing the Void Shard." She responds.
After a little while, the crooked consumer of light tears itself free from the Spelljammer once and for all. The Elder Evil is a decent bit larger than it initially was, its myriad tendrils of metal and muscle and plant matter almost filling the entire room. The lower half of its stem has long ridges of spines and thorns along it, with a myriad of roots that trial behind it- it moreso resembles the skeletal tail of some fish or serpent than a root system. There are four long, more articulated branches that extend from the point where all the stems of its 'flower' heads converge, each one bearing a wiry, clawed hand of twisted metal and root.
"Finally... a chained god no more..." It mutters to itself, turning to face Tim. "What do you 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)
He pulls his hand back and returns the bow, "I ain't redeem nobody, Felix helped my sisters along more than I ever could, an' I just love Stroth, simple as that. Nice ta meet ya Beagoji, real happy ya ain't hostile, I ain't wanna shoot nobody an' get myself inta any more trouble than I've already been."
He takes the dinosaur in his hands, making sure not to crush or burn it in his hands, smiling at them with a friendly smile, "Of course I can, is it okay if I just call you Teddy?"
"Heh, I don't like violence on principle. It's gonna be hard to avoid now that I'm supposed to be a guardian angel now." He sighs, a hollow sound. "I hope I can find someone who knows what I'm supposed to actually do. I haven't been an angel in millennia."
"Sure! Now hold still..." He holds up his hands to frame Rag and the toy. He puts his hands down. "Thank you!" He pulls a grainy, colorless photo out of his coat and sets it down in front of Rag. It's him holding the plush dino.
"I ain't no guardian angel, but I know what it means ta take care o' people. I'd be willin' ta help ya where I can, though I likely ain't much help, the fact ya know me at all is real interestin' ta me." He chuckles, leaning against one of the tree, smiling at them.
He looks at the photo, and back to them for a moment. He puts down the dino plush, smiling bright as the sun does shine "Now that's something special, I'd have to guess you're a magician, and a good one from what I can tell."
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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 looks back at her, a crimson-stained smile on her face. "Hi, mom." She says. "You look tired. Are you doing okay? Is... is it about what I heard from KK?"
With his help, the bound Elder Evil is much more able to free itself, any flares of starlight that erupt from its torn flesh and metal having not even the slightest effect on the two. "Thank you for helping me with... with all of this, Tim." It says to him, followed by the sickening sounds of metal and bone scraping against each other amidst the wet tearing of membranes as it begins to pull itself from the wall.
She raises a hand to run it through their hair, smiling back down at them, "Just doin' somethin' ta help ya out, sweetheart. What did KK tell ya?" She asks, curious, shaping her answer to their response.
Tim seems less bother by the tears than he was even before, finally understanding what he is now, and what he was before. He understands his father's regrets and the reasons behind his choices, "It's okay, you've helped me so much too, it's the least I could do." He says with a bright smile.
"She told me about how y'all figured out something to help get rid of... well, she didn't say what specifically, but I'm guessing the Void Shard." She responds.
After a little while, the crooked consumer of light tears itself free from the Spelljammer once and for all. The Elder Evil is a decent bit larger than it initially was, its myriad tendrils of metal and muscle and plant matter almost filling the entire room. The lower half of its stem has long ridges of spines and thorns along it, with a myriad of roots that trial behind it- it moreso resembles the skeletal tail of some fish or serpent than a root system. There are four long, more articulated branches that extend from the point where all the stems of its 'flower' heads converge, each one bearing a wiry, clawed hand of twisted metal and root.
"Finally... a chained god no more..." It mutters to itself, turning to face Tim. "What do you think?"
She nods, "I've got a way ta get rid o' it, all ya got ta do is trust me when we do the ritual, okay?" She says, patting their head softly, giving them a kiss on the forehead and a motherly smile.
He looks up to them without fear, though the look in his rainbow pupiled eyes is unreadable, his smile is friendly and kind, "You are free now? Great!" He runs over and gives them a tight hug, tight even for Helianth to deal with.
*Wanna have anyone else?*
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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.'
Theodore is at the Faceless Fair, having scrounged enough money to get a ticket. He's awed by just about everything.
Baegoji (new character, looks like a wooden Budai statue with strugel features and fangs) is at the library, reading holy texts and studying Celestial.
KK is also there, currently repairing one of the fair's numerous Mannequins in an area slightly more shielded from view.
Mavis is also at the library, reading through books on tracking monsters and upkeep procedures for weaponry.
He looks over, then runs to her. "Woah! I didn't expect to see you here! Wait, you work at the Faceless Fair?! Awesome!"
The wooden demon looks over. "Hey, I used to be in charge of polishing and maintaining weaponry. Want some tips? Metaphorically, obviously." He shifts the sheathed swordspear on his back.
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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.
She looks back at her, a crimson-stained smile on her face. "Hi, mom." She says. "You look tired. Are you doing okay? Is... is it about what I heard from KK?"
With his help, the bound Elder Evil is much more able to free itself, any flares of starlight that erupt from its torn flesh and metal having not even the slightest effect on the two. "Thank you for helping me with... with all of this, Tim." It says to him, followed by the sickening sounds of metal and bone scraping against each other amidst the wet tearing of membranes as it begins to pull itself from the wall.
She raises a hand to run it through their hair, smiling back down at them, "Just doin' somethin' ta help ya out, sweetheart. What did KK tell ya?" She asks, curious, shaping her answer to their response.
Tim seems less bother by the tears than he was even before, finally understanding what he is now, and what he was before. He understands his father's regrets and the reasons behind his choices, "It's okay, you've helped me so much too, it's the least I could do." He says with a bright smile.
"She told me about how y'all figured out something to help get rid of... well, she didn't say what specifically, but I'm guessing the Void Shard." She responds.
After a little while, the crooked consumer of light tears itself free from the Spelljammer once and for all. The Elder Evil is a decent bit larger than it initially was, its myriad tendrils of metal and muscle and plant matter almost filling the entire room. The lower half of its stem has long ridges of spines and thorns along it, with a myriad of roots that trial behind it- it moreso resembles the skeletal tail of some fish or serpent than a root system. There are four long, more articulated branches that extend from the point where all the stems of its 'flower' heads converge, each one bearing a wiry, clawed hand of twisted metal and root.
"Finally... a chained god no more..." It mutters to itself, turning to face Tim. "What do you think?"
She nods, "I've got a way ta get rid o' it, all ya got ta do is trust me when we do the ritual, okay?" She says, patting their head softly, giving them a kiss on the forehead and a motherly smile.
He looks up to them without fear, though the look in his rainbow pupiled eyes is unreadable, his smile is friendly and kind, "You are free now? Great!" He runs over and gives them a tight hug, tight even for Helianth to deal with.
*Wanna have anyone else?*
She seems a little worried. "Okay, but I don't think we should do it right now. I can tell you're exhausted." She responds. "We can do the ritual first thing tomorrow, once you've gotten your strength back, okay?"
It wraps its arms around him for a bit, hugging him back while being careful about the myriad thorns along its wretched form. "Yes, I'm free now. What say we have a look around Lord's Point? See what's changed since we were last there?"
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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)
He flushes a bit, still working. "uh huh. Sure thing."
*Idk really lmao*
*Welp, catch (tosses character.)*
Someone is coming into town, they would look like any of traveler, if it weren't for their strange style, wearing a brilliant red cape that flaps in the wind and bandages on his arms seemingly at all times, baggy pants and a toothy white smile. He is chiseled, an elf with dragon scales on his skin where its revealed, walking into town, his shoeless feet slapping the pavement, some strange alchemical symbols tattooed into the back of his hands.
"What ya blushin' fer? Got somethin' in that mind o' yers?" She asks, curiously.
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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.'
Theodore is at the Faceless Fair, having scrounged enough money to get a ticket. He's awed by just about everything.
Baegoji (new character, looks like a wooden Budai statue with strugel features and fangs) is at the library, reading holy texts and studying Celestial.
KK is also there, currently repairing one of the fair's numerous Mannequins in an area slightly more shielded from view.
Mavis is also at the library, reading through books on tracking monsters and upkeep procedures for weaponry.
He looks over, then runs to her. "Woah! I didn't expect to see you here! Wait, you work at the Faceless Fair?! Awesome!"
The wooden demon looks over. "Hey, I used to be in charge of polishing and maintaining weaponry. Want some tips? Metaphorically, obviously." He shifts the sheathed swordspear on his back.
"Oh, hi Teddy! Yeah, I'm the person who designs and builds and repairs all the Mannequins and the other constructs here. I don't quite run the show- a lot of the Fair is run by my business partner, Podmorski- but I help keep things nice and horrifying." She explains, all while stitching an arm back onto the construct and pouring a ladle-full of blood into the gaps in its joints.
She looks up from her reading material over at him. "Oh, sure, I'd love some advice." She responds, a small smile on her face.
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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)
She seems a little worried. "Okay, but I don't think we should do it right now. I can tell you're exhausted." She responds. "We can do the ritual first thing tomorrow, once you've gotten your strength back, okay?"
It wraps its arms around him for a bit, hugging him back while being careful about the myriad thorns along its wretched form. "Yes, I'm free now. What say we have a look around Lord's Point? See what's changed since we were last there?"
She nods for a moment, blinking slowly. Omori begins to realize something bizarre, no matter where she looks, and what she tries to sense, Merabelle doesn't have a shadow anymore, "Tomorrow mornin', yer gonna get that shard outta ya."
He eventually pulls back, nodding before taking their 'hand' in one of his, he looks up at them, "This is going to be really cool, promise." He closes his eyes, and thinks of Lord's Point, and suddenly, not only is he there, the both of them are.
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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.'
He flushes a bit, still working. "uh huh. Sure thing."
*Idk really lmao*
*Welp, catch (tosses character.)*
Someone is coming into town, they would look like any of traveler, if it weren't for their strange style, wearing a brilliant red cape that flaps in the wind and bandages on his arms seemingly at all times, baggy pants and a toothy white smile. He is chiseled, an elf with dragon scales on his skin where its revealed, walking into town, his shoeless feet slapping the pavement, some strange alchemical symbols tattooed into the back of his hands.
"What ya blushin' fer? Got somethin' in that mind o' yers?" She asks, curiously.
Oliver watches them while eating a slice of lemon cake, very much against Merabelles advice.
"N-n-no maam." he says. "Just warm in here."
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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.
Oliver watches them while eating a slice of lemon cake, very much against Merabelles advice.
"N-n-no maam." he says. "Just warm in here."
He looks over to them with happy brown eyes, walking over to the kid, putting his hands in his pockets, "Hey, nice bit of food you got there buddy."
She raises an eyebrow, deciding to mess with this kid, "Ya sure 'bout that? Yer face gettin' double the red o' a tomato, an' that ring on yer finger ain't helpin' yer case."
"Heh, I don't like violence on principle. It's gonna be hard to avoid now that I'm supposed to be a guardian angel now." He sighs, a hollow sound. "I hope I can find someone who knows what I'm supposed to actually do. I haven't been an angel in millennia."
"Sure! Now hold still..." He holds up his hands to frame Rag and the toy. He puts his hands down. "Thank you!" He pulls a grainy, colorless photo out of his coat and sets it down in front of Rag. It's him holding the plush dino.
"I ain't no guardian angel, but I know what it means ta take care o' people. I'd be willin' ta help ya where I can, though I likely ain't much help, the fact ya know me at all is real interestin' ta me." He chuckles, leaning against one of the tree, smiling at them.
He looks at the photo, and back to them for a moment. He puts down the dino plush, smiling bright as the sun does shine "Now that's something special, I'd have to guess you're a magician, and a good one from what I can tell."
"Oh yeah, you and Felix had a good five minutes of fame in Hell. Tore down that castle quick. Thanks for your offer. If I ever have any questions, I'll come to you, alright?" He climbs up onto his spider. "Remember to read your bible!"
He smiles back. "Heh. You haven't even seen the trick yet." He pulls a metal hoop out from his case and picks up the photo. He folds it into a slightly confusing airplane with only 90-degree folds and throws it. "See, the trick is..." It circles back around him and through the hoop twice. He catches it and smooths it out back on the table. Now the photo includes the little strugel, standing in front of Rag and waving to the camera. "Getting the right angle."
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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.
Oliver watches them while eating a slice of lemon cake, very much against Merabelles advice.
"N-n-no maam." he says. "Just warm in here."
He looks over to them with happy brown eyes, walking over to the kid, putting his hands in his pockets, "Hey, nice bit of food you got there buddy."
She raises an eyebrow, deciding to mess with this kid, "Ya sure 'bout that? Yer face gettin' double the red o' a tomato, an' that ring on yer finger ain't helpin' yer case."
"Thanks." he says, mouth slightly full.
He goes quiet, as not to stammer, still red.
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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.
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*See you Wendi, take care of yourself, hopefully rp when you get back.*
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, taking them to his anvil.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Heh, I don't like violence on principle. It's gonna be hard to avoid now that I'm supposed to be a guardian angel now." He sighs, a hollow sound. "I hope I can find someone who knows what I'm supposed to actually do. I haven't been an angel in millennia."
"Sure! Now hold still..." He holds up his hands to frame Rag and the toy. He puts his hands down. "Thank you!" He pulls a grainy, colorless photo out of his coat and sets it down in front of Rag. It's him holding the plush dino.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She brings her things with them, setting them down next to the anvil.
*Hey bro, I just made a Pugilist Sorcerer, wanna deal with 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 told me about how y'all figured out something to help get rid of... well, she didn't say what specifically, but I'm guessing the Void Shard." She responds.
After a little while, the crooked consumer of light tears itself free from the Spelljammer once and for all. The Elder Evil is a decent bit larger than it initially was, its myriad tendrils of metal and muscle and plant matter almost filling the entire room. The lower half of its stem has long ridges of spines and thorns along it, with a myriad of roots that trial behind it- it moreso resembles the skeletal tail of some fish or serpent than a root system. There are four long, more articulated branches that extend from the point where all the stems of its 'flower' heads converge, each one bearing a wiry, clawed hand of twisted metal and root.
"Finally... a chained god no more..." It mutters to itself, turning to face Tim. "What do you 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)
Leo starts to professionally clean and fix everything.
*Sure, who do ya want?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I ain't no guardian angel, but I know what it means ta take care o' people. I'd be willin' ta help ya where I can, though I likely ain't much help, the fact ya know me at all is real interestin' ta me." He chuckles, leaning against one of the tree, smiling at them.
He looks at the photo, and back to them for a moment. He puts down the dino plush, smiling bright as the sun does shine "Now that's something special, I'd have to guess you're a magician, and a good one from what I can tell."
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, "I've got a way ta get rid o' it, all ya got ta do is trust me when we do the ritual, okay?" She says, patting their head softly, giving them a kiss on the forehead and a motherly smile.
He looks up to them without fear, though the look in his rainbow pupiled eyes is unreadable, his smile is friendly and kind, "You are free now? Great!" He runs over and gives them a tight hug, tight even for Helianth to deal with.
*Wanna have anyone else?*
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.)
Merabelle sits down on the couch nearby, stretching with a groan "Thanks fer the help, sweetheart."
*Don't know, whoever you want to play.*
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 flushes a bit, still working. "uh huh. Sure thing."
*Idk really lmao*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He looks over, then runs to her. "Woah! I didn't expect to see you here! Wait, you work at the Faceless Fair?! Awesome!"
The wooden demon looks over. "Hey, I used to be in charge of polishing and maintaining weaponry. Want some tips? Metaphorically, obviously." He shifts the sheathed swordspear on his back.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
(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
She seems a little worried. "Okay, but I don't think we should do it right now. I can tell you're exhausted." She responds. "We can do the ritual first thing tomorrow, once you've gotten your strength back, okay?"
It wraps its arms around him for a bit, hugging him back while being careful about the myriad thorns along its wretched form. "Yes, I'm free now. What say we have a look around Lord's Point? See what's changed since we were last there?"
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)
*Welp, catch (tosses character.)*
Someone is coming into town, they would look like any of traveler, if it weren't for their strange style, wearing a brilliant red cape that flaps in the wind and bandages on his arms seemingly at all times, baggy pants and a toothy white smile. He is chiseled, an elf with dragon scales on his skin where its revealed, walking into town, his shoeless feet slapping the pavement, some strange alchemical symbols tattooed into the back of his hands.
"What ya blushin' fer? Got somethin' in that mind o' yers?" She asks, curiously.
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.)
"Oh, hi Teddy! Yeah, I'm the person who designs and builds and repairs all the Mannequins and the other constructs here. I don't quite run the show- a lot of the Fair is run by my business partner, Podmorski- but I help keep things nice and horrifying." She explains, all while stitching an arm back onto the construct and pouring a ladle-full of blood into the gaps in its joints.
She looks up from her reading material over at him. "Oh, sure, I'd love some advice." She responds, a small smile on her face.
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 nods for a moment, blinking slowly. Omori begins to realize something bizarre, no matter where she looks, and what she tries to sense, Merabelle doesn't have a shadow anymore, "Tomorrow mornin', yer gonna get that shard outta ya."
He eventually pulls back, nodding before taking their 'hand' in one of his, he looks up at them, "This is going to be really cool, promise." He closes his eyes, and thinks of Lord's Point, and suddenly, not only is he there, the both of them are.
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.)
Oliver watches them while eating a slice of lemon cake, very much against Merabelles advice.
"N-n-no maam." he says. "Just warm in here."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He looks over to them with happy brown eyes, walking over to the kid, putting his hands in his pockets, "Hey, nice bit of food you got there buddy."
She raises an eyebrow, deciding to mess with this kid, "Ya sure 'bout that? Yer face gettin' double the red o' a tomato, an' that ring on yer finger ain't helpin' yer case."
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.)
"Oh yeah, you and Felix had a good five minutes of fame in Hell. Tore down that castle quick. Thanks for your offer. If I ever have any questions, I'll come to you, alright?" He climbs up onto his spider. "Remember to read your bible!"
He smiles back. "Heh. You haven't even seen the trick yet." He pulls a metal hoop out from his case and picks up the photo. He folds it into a slightly confusing airplane with only 90-degree folds and throws it. "See, the trick is..." It circles back around him and through the hoop twice. He catches it and smooths it out back on the table. Now the photo includes the little strugel, standing in front of Rag and waving to the camera. "Getting the right angle."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Thanks." he says, mouth slightly full.
He goes quiet, as not to stammer, still red.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.