"Dunno where i wanna go. I wanna go someone nice, like a beach. Maybe for a few weeks? I...i do wanna have a family. Maybe in a year. We most certainly will have to make the forge bigger." he says
"The beach sounds nice, and a year seems fair, we should work on making the forge bigger, maybe a few months before we do." She leads them inside of the forge, looking back for Festus.
He nods. Festus is napping inside.
She sits the both of them down on the couch, sitting horizontally in Leo's lap.
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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.'
"Dunno where i wanna go. I wanna go someone nice, like a beach. Maybe for a few weeks? I...i do wanna have a family. Maybe in a year. We most certainly will have to make the forge bigger." he says
"The beach sounds nice, and a year seems fair, we should work on making the forge bigger, maybe a few months before we do." She leads them inside of the forge, looking back for Festus.
He nods. Festus is napping inside.
She sits the both of them down on the couch, sitting horizontally in Leo's lap.
Leo smiles happily, kissing her face rapidly
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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.
"Dunno where i wanna go. I wanna go someone nice, like a beach. Maybe for a few weeks? I...i do wanna have a family. Maybe in a year. We most certainly will have to make the forge bigger." he says
"The beach sounds nice, and a year seems fair, we should work on making the forge bigger, maybe a few months before we do." She leads them inside of the forge, looking back for Festus.
He nods. Festus is napping inside.
She sits the both of them down on the couch, sitting horizontally in Leo's lap.
Leo smiles happily, kissing her face rapidly
She returns as many of the kisses as she can, smiling back at them and giggling.
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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.'
"Dunno where i wanna go. I wanna go someone nice, like a beach. Maybe for a few weeks? I...i do wanna have a family. Maybe in a year. We most certainly will have to make the forge bigger." he says
"The beach sounds nice, and a year seems fair, we should work on making the forge bigger, maybe a few months before we do." She leads them inside of the forge, looking back for Festus.
He nods. Festus is napping inside.
She sits the both of them down on the couch, sitting horizontally in Leo's lap.
Leo smiles happily, kissing her face rapidly
She returns as many of the kisses as she can, smiling back at them and giggling.
Leo laughs happily
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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 quietly in a rustic horse stable, absorbed in the rhythmic motion of brushing the thick, flowing mane of a magnificent draft horse. The horse, a gentle giant with a coat as glossy as polished mahogany, snacks happily on a generous spread of diced carrots and rich, golden oats poured from a weathered feed sack. The man hums a soft tune under his breath, a melody intertwined with the sounds of the barn, and when he finishes grooming, he sets the brush aside with a sense of satisfaction.
Turning away from the horse, he heaves a sturdy coil of rope over his broad shoulder. He strides over to a weathered wooden stool positioned conveniently by the doors, sunlight streaming in and casting warm, golden hues across the dusty floor. With careful hands, he hangs the rope on a rusted hook, then settles himself onto the stool. Reaching down, he pulls a gleaming knife from a sheath strapped to his thigh, its blade catching the light as he inspects its edge and begins to sharpen it on a stone.
His attire speaks to practicality and function, shunning flamboyance for a palette of muted earth tones. He wears heavy cargo jeans that cling comfortably to his frame, equipped with a multitude of pockets to stow away essentials. A sturdy black leather belt wraps around his waist, supporting two holsters that cradle revolvers, their grips worn from use. Over a simple black shirt, he dons a fitted vest with dull buttons made of bone. He wears on his head a wide-brimmed cowboy hat. His face is covered by a black balaclava, the only thing giving a glimpse of the person underneath is the opening of the eyes which seem to be the color of dark chocolate.
Thirteen is heading into town to send a letter and waves at the man.
The man looks up and gives a two-finger salute.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*I don't have too much planned aside from maybe it taking place on the shore, being on the full moon, and maybe a slight reduction to KK's sanity- or, what she has left of it, anyway- due to a bit of the Old Blood.*
Omori stands up fully, thinking for a moment. "...There's still a darkness, I think... it's just a more normal kind. It's just mine now, not its." She says, smiling as well and walking over to hug her mother. "I feel better now. Thank you, mom." The possessed shadow, having a similar form to what Merabelle saw it take in that odd in-between place, is silently watching from a few feet away.
She thinks for a while, before deciding. "I don't think it's necessary. We already love each other, and we don't need someone here just to prove what we already know. I mean, it being 'official' might help with some finance stuff, but we shouldn't bother with having someone officiate if that's the only reason we're having them."
*I don't think Sanity can go much lower than none, after all, though I can just imagine the horrifically amazing sight, if I could draw, I would put the idea onto paper.*
Merabelle gives them a warm, although a bit tired hug. She looks over to the possessed shadow, smiling at them before gesturing for them to come join into the hug, "Come on now, yer a part o' me, I ain't gonna alienate ya 'er nothin'." She turns back to Omori, "Anythin' fer ya, I ain't gonna leave ya high an' dry with somethin' ya shouldn't have ta deal with. Not until yer the best druid there is."
"Ah yes, the most truly evil force in the universes, finances." He says with a bit of a chuckle and a smile, "If either of us have a friend who would like to officiate, that would be nice, but certainly not necessary. Is there anything you would like to do today, my love?"
*Yeah, now that I think of it, her sanity likely can't get much lower than it is already. She might just hear some cryptic whispering from The Great Ones instead.*
The shadow hesitates for a moment, before silently floating over and leaning into the hug. It's cold to the touch- far colder than one would first expect. Omori doesn't say anything either, just glad that she finally won't have to deal with any part of the Seer's influence ever again.
She chuckles a bit as well. "I don't know. Maybe we could do a bit more research on getting the Old Blood to a safe-to-consume state? What do you want to do today, dear?"
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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)
*Yeah, now that I think of it, her sanity likely can't get much lower than it is already. She might just hear some cryptic whispering from The Great Ones instead.*
The shadow hesitates for a moment, before silently floating over and leaning into the hug. It's cold to the touch- far colder than one would first expect. Omori doesn't say anything either, just glad that she finally won't have to deal with any part of the Seer's influence ever again.
She chuckles a bit as well. "I don't know. Maybe we could do a bit more research on getting the Old Blood to a safe-to-consume state? What do you want to do today, dear?"
*That sounds like it would work.*
Being a Goliath, the cold doesn't bother Merabelle too much, squeezing the both of them tight, smiling brightly "Good that everythin's finally okay." She eventually pulls back, sitting down on the stone bed, exhausted from the ritual, leaning against the wall.
"That sounds well enough, though I have been doing some research on it myself. It hasn't provided me with any new insights beyond what I already know, but I feel that I am close." He says, standing back to his full height, "Let me finish up writing my song before we begin." He walks back over to the piano.
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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.'
*Yeah, now that I think of it, her sanity likely can't get much lower than it is already. She might just hear some cryptic whispering from The Great Ones instead.*
The shadow hesitates for a moment, before silently floating over and leaning into the hug. It's cold to the touch- far colder than one would first expect. Omori doesn't say anything either, just glad that she finally won't have to deal with any part of the Seer's influence ever again.
She chuckles a bit as well. "I don't know. Maybe we could do a bit more research on getting the Old Blood to a safe-to-consume state? What do you want to do today, dear?"
*That sounds like it would work.*
Being a Goliath, the cold doesn't bother Merabelle too much, squeezing the both of them tight, smiling brightly "Good that everythin's finally okay." She eventually pulls back, sitting down on the stone bed, exhausted from the ritual, leaning against the wall.
"That sounds well enough, though I have been doing some research on it myself. It hasn't provided me with any new insights beyond what I already know, but I feel that I am close." He says, standing back to his full height, "Let me finish up writing my song before we begin." He walks back over to the piano.
Omori sits nearby, also exhausted from spending so much magic at once. "Yeah... everything's finally okay." The shadow remains standing, watching the two.
"Okay- I'll leave you to it until we begin. Don't worry- I won't try to listen in on the lyrics again. Promise." She says, taking another small sip from her blood-filled glass as she gathers her papers and goes to put them away somewhere they won't accidentally be found.
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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)
Omori sits nearby, also exhausted from spending so much magic at once. "Yeah... everything's finally okay." The shadow remains standing, watching the two.
"Okay- I'll leave you to it until we begin. Don't worry- I won't try to listen in on the lyrics again. Promise." She says, taking another small sip from her blood-filled glass as she gathers her papers and goes to put them away somewhere they won't accidentally be found.
Merabelle gestures for them to sit with them, making it known it's okay for them to take part, hoping to add another sort of 'child' under her wing, sighing "Do ya want anythin' ta eat? I can make ya somethin'."
A bit of curiosity fills Henry about the papers, but he decides against going looking for them once he's done, pricking his finger once more and going back to writing the song, humming the melody as he writes down notes and words. After a while, he puts the paper away inside of the piano "Ah, finished."
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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 sits the both of them down on the couch, sitting horizontally in Leo's lap.
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.)
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Leo smiles happily, kissing her face rapidly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She returns as many of the kisses as she can, smiling back at them and giggling.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Leo laughs happily
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The man looks up and gives a two-finger salute.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She rests against them, smiling, "Today started out bad, but now its perfect..."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Yeah, now that I think of it, her sanity likely can't get much lower than it is already. She might just hear some cryptic whispering from The Great Ones instead.*
The shadow hesitates for a moment, before silently floating over and leaning into the hug. It's cold to the touch- far colder than one would first expect. Omori doesn't say anything either, just glad that she finally won't have to deal with any part of the Seer's influence ever again.
She chuckles a bit as well. "I don't know. Maybe we could do a bit more research on getting the Old Blood to a safe-to-consume state? What do you want to do today, dear?"
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 nods, booping her nose then tickling her
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*That sounds like it would work.*
Being a Goliath, the cold doesn't bother Merabelle too much, squeezing the both of them tight, smiling brightly "Good that everythin's finally okay." She eventually pulls back, sitting down on the stone bed, exhausted from the ritual, leaning against the wall.
"That sounds well enough, though I have been doing some research on it myself. It hasn't provided me with any new insights beyond what I already know, but I feel that I am close." He says, standing back to his full height, "Let me finish up writing my song before we begin." He walks back over to the piano.
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 breaks into uncontrollable laughter at the tickling.
*Oh yeah, want 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.)
He keeps tickiling
*naw not rn*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Good to know.*
She wraps her arms around them, squeezing them to try and stop the tickling, smiling brightly.
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.)
"Ack!" he says, squished
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She chuckles, giving them a kiss, "Dear, I'm ticklish."
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.)
Omori sits nearby, also exhausted from spending so much magic at once. "Yeah... everything's finally okay." The shadow remains standing, watching the two.
"Okay- I'll leave you to it until we begin. Don't worry- I won't try to listen in on the lyrics again. Promise." She says, taking another small sip from her blood-filled glass as she gathers her papers and goes to put them away somewhere they won't accidentally be found.
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)
"Squishing me..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Merabelle gestures for them to sit with them, making it known it's okay for them to take part, hoping to add another sort of 'child' under her wing, sighing "Do ya want anythin' ta eat? I can make ya somethin'."
A bit of curiosity fills Henry about the papers, but he decides against going looking for them once he's done, pricking his finger once more and going back to writing the song, humming the melody as he writes down notes and words. After a while, he puts the paper away inside of the piano "Ah, finished."
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 lets go of them, putting a hand in their hair.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He leans into her touch
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.