Benimaru is training just outside of his home, but without his flames and using just his martial arts, tired, but working on getting stronger.
Flynn (The boxer/alchemist I introed yesterday) is going for a walk around town. He’s got an unlit cigarette inbetween his lips, bandages hands in his pockets.
“You don’t have to speak if you don’t want to, James. You can just write it down, it’s okay.”
Sylvin is keeping a close eye on him, reading a book
He bumps into something.. or is it somebody? Enter, the new flavor of queer! Standing at a staggering 3'9" is a short racoon-folk with ornate black armour and jingasa. He backs up a bit, bowing. "My apologies, sir."
"B- t-.." he coughs more, no longer able to try to speak
Benimaru disappears from view, and without the heat he normally gives off, he’s completely gone.
He looks down at the person he bumped into, his expression apologetic as he holds up his hands, stepping back and bowing as well. He doesn’t speak for some reason, but he gives them a friendly smile and a thumbs up.
She rubs his back before reaching to her belt, pouring something down his throat that might help, at least just a bit.
"He'll be back..." she sighs, wiping a tear away from her eye
"...Do you not speak? Are you a liar, and your tongue was cut out?" he asks, priming to pull his katana out of the white and gold sheath
He swallows it and continues to hold onto her, silently sobbing.
He tilts his head, standing behind them, “Back?” He says calmly, crossing his arms, “I wouldn’t just leave you without a good reason.”
He shakes his head and his hands, before tapping his ears to suggest another reason, smiling at them. The alchemy symbols on the back of his hands begin flowing in case of a fight.
“You don’t need to say a word James, you don’t need to say a word.” The liquid soothes the throat, healing a bit as she continues to hug them.
"Oh- Sorry you had to see that.. Uhm.."
"An honorable vow of silence!" he says, astonished and letting his sword go. "You must know basic sign language then, right?"
He looks around, pawing blindly for his blanket
He shakes his head, walking back in front of her, “Are you afraid I’ll leave you? You don’t have to be sorry for feeling emotions.”
He nods at that, holding up his hands and beginning to sign “Sorry for bumping into you, nice to meet you, I’m F-L-Y-N-N, who are you?”
She helps them get their blanket, putting her hands to hold the sides of their face, “You don’t have to say a word, I won’t think anything less if you can’t.”
*Alrighty, I am back from the dead once again (Man, I have got to stop dying to those poison dart traps). Anyways, would any amongst you like to rp?*
*If you want to I would be happy to, if not, I’m still here, hoping my poison dart traps are catching anyone off guard.*
*I'd love to rp with you! You wanna continue a past interaction, or start a new one?*
*Either one works for me, but it’s up to you what you would like to do.*
*Works with me. Let's see...*
KK is continuing to run tests on the Old Blood, not really making significant progress towards reducing its more harmful effects, but still gaining more information as to how this corruptive substance works.
So is Henry, though he’s trying more active applications of the blood, noticing and noting its acidic properties when left unattended, and its mutagenic potential when exposed to organic matter. He places a tooth in a jar of the blood, and it has grown to become an entire jaw.
She watches this with curiosity, writing down the reaction. "Interesting... It's almost like it can recognize a creature's entire composition from just having one piece... Or maybe it's working off its own designs..." She muses, adding a small bit of an anti-coagulant to another, smaller jar of the blood, before she places another tooth inside that jar and notes if the reaction differs in any way.
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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)
*Alrighty, I am back from the dead once again (Man, I have got to stop dying to those poison dart traps). Anyways, would any amongst you like to rp?*
*If you want to I would be happy to, if not, I’m still here, hoping my poison dart traps are catching anyone off guard.*
*I'd love to rp with you! You wanna continue a past interaction, or start a new one?*
*Either one works for me, but it’s up to you what you would like to do.*
*Works with me. Let's see...*
KK is continuing to run tests on the Old Blood, not really making significant progress towards reducing its more harmful effects, but still gaining more information as to how this corruptive substance works.
So is Henry, though he’s trying more active applications of the blood, noticing and noting its acidic properties when left unattended, and its mutagenic potential when exposed to organic matter. He places a tooth in a jar of the blood, and it has grown to become an entire jaw.
She watches this with curiosity, writing down the reaction. "Interesting... It's almost like it can recognize a creature's entire composition from just having one piece... Or maybe it's working off its own designs..." She muses, adding a small bit of an anti-coagulant to another, smaller jar of the blood, before she places another tooth inside that jar and notes if the reaction differs in any way.
Though the reaction would be slow, they would see it growing at a much slower rate than the one without the anti coagulate “Possibly a combination of both, relying on the original design, but improving on it once it has replicated the structure.” He takes out his own notebook, comparing the jar to exact drawings he’s made from other beast’s skulls.
Benimaru is training just outside of his home, but without his flames and using just his martial arts, tired, but working on getting stronger.
Flynn (The boxer/alchemist I introed yesterday) is going for a walk around town. He’s got an unlit cigarette inbetween his lips, bandages hands in his pockets.
“You don’t have to speak if you don’t want to, James. You can just write it down, it’s okay.”
Sylvin is keeping a close eye on him, reading a book
He bumps into something.. or is it somebody? Enter, the new flavor of queer! Standing at a staggering 3'9" is a short racoon-folk with ornate black armour and jingasa. He backs up a bit, bowing. "My apologies, sir."
"B- t-.." he coughs more, no longer able to try to speak
Benimaru disappears from view, and without the heat he normally gives off, he’s completely gone.
He looks down at the person he bumped into, his expression apologetic as he holds up his hands, stepping back and bowing as well. He doesn’t speak for some reason, but he gives them a friendly smile and a thumbs up.
She rubs his back before reaching to her belt, pouring something down his throat that might help, at least just a bit.
"He'll be back..." she sighs, wiping a tear away from her eye
"...Do you not speak? Are you a liar, and your tongue was cut out?" he asks, priming to pull his katana out of the white and gold sheath
He swallows it and continues to hold onto her, silently sobbing.
He tilts his head, standing behind them, “Back?” He says calmly, crossing his arms, “I wouldn’t just leave you without a good reason.”
He shakes his head and his hands, before tapping his ears to suggest another reason, smiling at them. The alchemy symbols on the back of his hands begin flowing in case of a fight.
“You don’t need to say a word James, you don’t need to say a word.” The liquid soothes the throat, healing a bit as she continues to hug them.
"Oh- Sorry you had to see that.. Uhm.."
"An honorable vow of silence!" he says, astonished and letting his sword go. "You must know basic sign language then, right?"
He looks around, pawing blindly for his blanket
He shakes his head, walking back in front of her, “Are you afraid I’ll leave you? You don’t have to be sorry for feeling emotions.”
He nods at that, holding up his hands and beginning to sign “Sorry for bumping into you, nice to meet you, I’m F-L-Y-N-N, who are you?”
She helps them get their blanket, putting her hands to hold the sides of their face, “You don’t have to say a word, I won’t think anything less if you can’t.”
"I'm just worried you'll hurt yourself again.."
He bows, lower than before. "It's nice to meet you, Flynn. My name is Aokiji."
He lets go of her to wrap his blanket around him, clinging to it now.
He puts a hand to hold a side of her face, “If you don’t want me to use my flames, I won’t… I’m just trying to protect everyone, protect you.”
He nods once more, returning the bow out of respect “What are you, some kind of Ronin?” He asks curiously.
She rests her hands on theirs, hugging them “You don’t have to force yourself to speak. Rest, James.”
She watches this with curiosity, writing down the reaction. "Interesting... It's almost like it can recognize a creature's entire composition from just having one piece... Or maybe it's working off its own designs..." She muses, adding a small bit of an anti-coagulant to another, smaller jar of the blood, before she places another tooth inside that jar and notes if the reaction differs in any way.
Though the reaction would be slow, they would see it growing at a much slower rate than the one without the anti coagulate “Possibly a combination of both, relying on the original design, but improving on it once it has replicated the structure.” He takes out his own notebook, comparing the jar to exact drawings he’s made from other beast’s skulls.
"It's like it has a mind of its own... maybe these outer beings I heard of are using it to create their own designs- they're using it as a tool... which would mean the effects are at least somewhat being deliberately predetermined by them... though, that's all just a theory." She responds, writing everything down. "It seems anti-coagulants can slow its rate, but they don't do anything to affect the changes themselves."
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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 watches this with curiosity, writing down the reaction. "Interesting... It's almost like it can recognize a creature's entire composition from just having one piece... Or maybe it's working off its own designs..." She muses, adding a small bit of an anti-coagulant to another, smaller jar of the blood, before she places another tooth inside that jar and notes if the reaction differs in any way.
Though the reaction would be slow, they would see it growing at a much slower rate than the one without the anti coagulate “Possibly a combination of both, relying on the original design, but improving on it once it has replicated the structure.” He takes out his own notebook, comparing the jar to exact drawings he’s made from other beast’s skulls.
"It's like it has a mind of its own... maybe these outer beings I heard of are using it to create their own designs- they're using it as a tool... which would mean the effects are at least somewhat being deliberately predetermined by them... though, that's all just a theory." She responds, writing everything down. "It seems anti-coagulants can slow its rate, but they don't do anything to affect the changes themselves."
“It is possible, outer beings have been shown influencing other things, and on occasion the beasts directly, I can only wonder at this stage of research. For now, we must just watch I suppose.” He says, writing with them.
Benimaru is training just outside of his home, but without his flames and using just his martial arts, tired, but working on getting stronger.
Flynn (The boxer/alchemist I introed yesterday) is going for a walk around town. He’s got an unlit cigarette inbetween his lips, bandages hands in his pockets.
“You don’t have to speak if you don’t want to, James. You can just write it down, it’s okay.”
Sylvin is keeping a close eye on him, reading a book
He bumps into something.. or is it somebody? Enter, the new flavor of queer! Standing at a staggering 3'9" is a short racoon-folk with ornate black armour and jingasa. He backs up a bit, bowing. "My apologies, sir."
"B- t-.." he coughs more, no longer able to try to speak
Benimaru disappears from view, and without the heat he normally gives off, he’s completely gone.
He looks down at the person he bumped into, his expression apologetic as he holds up his hands, stepping back and bowing as well. He doesn’t speak for some reason, but he gives them a friendly smile and a thumbs up.
She rubs his back before reaching to her belt, pouring something down his throat that might help, at least just a bit.
"He'll be back..." she sighs, wiping a tear away from her eye
"...Do you not speak? Are you a liar, and your tongue was cut out?" he asks, priming to pull his katana out of the white and gold sheath
He swallows it and continues to hold onto her, silently sobbing.
He tilts his head, standing behind them, “Back?” He says calmly, crossing his arms, “I wouldn’t just leave you without a good reason.”
He shakes his head and his hands, before tapping his ears to suggest another reason, smiling at them. The alchemy symbols on the back of his hands begin flowing in case of a fight.
“You don’t need to say a word James, you don’t need to say a word.” The liquid soothes the throat, healing a bit as she continues to hug them.
"Oh- Sorry you had to see that.. Uhm.."
"An honorable vow of silence!" he says, astonished and letting his sword go. "You must know basic sign language then, right?"
He looks around, pawing blindly for his blanket
He shakes his head, walking back in front of her, “Are you afraid I’ll leave you? You don’t have to be sorry for feeling emotions.”
He nods at that, holding up his hands and beginning to sign “Sorry for bumping into you, nice to meet you, I’m F-L-Y-N-N, who are you?”
She helps them get their blanket, putting her hands to hold the sides of their face, “You don’t have to say a word, I won’t think anything less if you can’t.”
"I'm just worried you'll hurt yourself again.."
He bows, lower than before. "It's nice to meet you, Flynn. My name is Aokiji."
He lets go of her to wrap his blanket around him, clinging to it now.
He puts a hand to hold a side of her face, “If you don’t want me to use my flames, I won’t… I’m just trying to protect everyone, protect you.”
He nods once more, returning the bow out of respect “What are you, some kind of Ronin?” He asks curiously.
She rests her hands on theirs, hugging them “You don’t have to force yourself to speak. Rest, James.”
"I just want you to recover.." she leans into his hand
"Precisely! Only, I'm the last of my people, so it is not willingly."
He closes his eyes and tries to sleep.
“I will recover, I will be okay, I promise.” He cracks a bit of a smile, rubbing the side of their face softly.
He frowns for a moment, his arms dropping with his sad expression “I’m sorry to hear that.” He signs.
She watches this with curiosity, writing down the reaction. "Interesting... It's almost like it can recognize a creature's entire composition from just having one piece... Or maybe it's working off its own designs..." She muses, adding a small bit of an anti-coagulant to another, smaller jar of the blood, before she places another tooth inside that jar and notes if the reaction differs in any way.
Though the reaction would be slow, they would see it growing at a much slower rate than the one without the anti coagulate “Possibly a combination of both, relying on the original design, but improving on it once it has replicated the structure.” He takes out his own notebook, comparing the jar to exact drawings he’s made from other beast’s skulls.
"It's like it has a mind of its own... maybe these outer beings I heard of are using it to create their own designs- they're using it as a tool... which would mean the effects are at least somewhat being deliberately predetermined by them... though, that's all just a theory." She responds, writing everything down. "It seems anti-coagulants can slow its rate, but they don't do anything to affect the changes themselves."
“It is possible, outer beings have been shown influencing other things, and on occasion the beasts directly, I can only wonder at this stage of research. For now, we must just watch I suppose.” He says, writing with them.
"Yes, I suppose we'll have to wait and find out for certain." She agrees, collecting an eyedropper of the blood and placing just a single drop onto a severed hand (don't ask where it came from), flipping down a pair of magnifying lenses on a stand nearby and taking a closer look at what exactly occurs. The hand is nailed to the table through its palm, in case this somehow brings it to life.
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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 watches this with curiosity, writing down the reaction. "Interesting... It's almost like it can recognize a creature's entire composition from just having one piece... Or maybe it's working off its own designs..." She muses, adding a small bit of an anti-coagulant to another, smaller jar of the blood, before she places another tooth inside that jar and notes if the reaction differs in any way.
Though the reaction would be slow, they would see it growing at a much slower rate than the one without the anti coagulate “Possibly a combination of both, relying on the original design, but improving on it once it has replicated the structure.” He takes out his own notebook, comparing the jar to exact drawings he’s made from other beast’s skulls.
"It's like it has a mind of its own... maybe these outer beings I heard of are using it to create their own designs- they're using it as a tool... which would mean the effects are at least somewhat being deliberately predetermined by them... though, that's all just a theory." She responds, writing everything down. "It seems anti-coagulants can slow its rate, but they don't do anything to affect the changes themselves."
“It is possible, outer beings have been shown influencing other things, and on occasion the beasts directly, I can only wonder at this stage of research. For now, we must just watch I suppose.” He says, writing with them.
"Yes, I suppose we'll have to wait and find out for certain." She agrees, collecting an eyedropper of the blood and placing just a single drop onto a severed hand (don't ask where it came from), flipping down a pair of magnifying lenses on a stand nearby and taking a closer look at what exactly occurs. The hand is nailed to the table through its palm, in case this somehow brings it to life.
At first, nothing seems to happen with the hand, simply resting where it was before beginning to rapidly grow after a while, nearly doubling in total size and as expected, somehow coming to life, though not for long, the lack of real life to cling to seemingly the reason doesn’t last. Henry silently observes with them, “Hmm, regenerative properties. Didn’t expect them to be that powerful, but they are considered an all cure.”
She watches this with curiosity, writing down the reaction. "Interesting... It's almost like it can recognize a creature's entire composition from just having one piece... Or maybe it's working off its own designs..." She muses, adding a small bit of an anti-coagulant to another, smaller jar of the blood, before she places another tooth inside that jar and notes if the reaction differs in any way.
Though the reaction would be slow, they would see it growing at a much slower rate than the one without the anti coagulate “Possibly a combination of both, relying on the original design, but improving on it once it has replicated the structure.” He takes out his own notebook, comparing the jar to exact drawings he’s made from other beast’s skulls.
"It's like it has a mind of its own... maybe these outer beings I heard of are using it to create their own designs- they're using it as a tool... which would mean the effects are at least somewhat being deliberately predetermined by them... though, that's all just a theory." She responds, writing everything down. "It seems anti-coagulants can slow its rate, but they don't do anything to affect the changes themselves."
“It is possible, outer beings have been shown influencing other things, and on occasion the beasts directly, I can only wonder at this stage of research. For now, we must just watch I suppose.” He says, writing with them.
"Yes, I suppose we'll have to wait and find out for certain." She agrees, collecting an eyedropper of the blood and placing just a single drop onto a severed hand (don't ask where it came from), flipping down a pair of magnifying lenses on a stand nearby and taking a closer look at what exactly occurs. The hand is nailed to the table through its palm, in case this somehow brings it to life.
At first, nothing seems to happen with the hand, simply resting where it was before beginning to rapidly grow after a while, nearly doubling in total size and as expected, somehow coming to life, though not for long, the lack of real life to cling to seemingly the reason doesn’t last. Henry silently observes with them, “Hmm, regenerative properties. Didn’t expect them to be that powerful, but they are considered an all cure.”
She steps back a bit when this all happens, amazed. "That was only a drop, and it had that much effect... and on already dead tissue, as well. It also animated the hand for a while... perhaps it could be used to bring people back from the dead." She places one more drop of the stuff on the hand, stepping back and seeing if any additional changes occur.
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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 shakes his head, walking back in front of her, “Are you afraid I’ll leave you? You don’t have to be sorry for feeling emotions.”
He nods at that, holding up his hands and beginning to sign “Sorry for bumping into you, nice to meet you, I’m F-L-Y-N-N, who are you?”
She helps them get their blanket, putting her hands to hold the sides of their face, “You don’t have to say a word, I won’t think anything less if you can’t.”
She watches this with curiosity, writing down the reaction. "Interesting... It's almost like it can recognize a creature's entire composition from just having one piece... Or maybe it's working off its own designs..." She muses, adding a small bit of an anti-coagulant to another, smaller jar of the blood, before she places another tooth inside that jar and notes if the reaction differs in any way.
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)
Though the reaction would be slow, they would see it growing at a much slower rate than the one without the anti coagulate “Possibly a combination of both, relying on the original design, but improving on it once it has replicated the structure.” He takes out his own notebook, comparing the jar to exact drawings he’s made from other beast’s skulls.
*I have nothing against it, but it's not a lot of information.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He puts a hand to hold a side of her face, “If you don’t want me to use my flames, I won’t… I’m just trying to protect everyone, protect you.”
He nods once more, returning the bow out of respect “What are you, some kind of Ronin?” He asks curiously.
She rests her hands on theirs, hugging them “You don’t have to force yourself to speak. Rest, James.”
"It's like it has a mind of its own... maybe these outer beings I heard of are using it to create their own designs- they're using it as a tool... which would mean the effects are at least somewhat being deliberately predetermined by them... though, that's all just a theory." She responds, writing everything down. "It seems anti-coagulants can slow its rate, but they don't do anything to affect the changes themselves."
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)
“It is possible, outer beings have been shown influencing other things, and on occasion the beasts directly, I can only wonder at this stage of research. For now, we must just watch I suppose.” He says, writing with them.
“I will recover, I will be okay, I promise.” He cracks a bit of a smile, rubbing the side of their face softly.
He frowns for a moment, his arms dropping with his sad expression “I’m sorry to hear that.” He signs.
(Good place to end?)
"Yes, I suppose we'll have to wait and find out for certain." She agrees, collecting an eyedropper of the blood and placing just a single drop onto a severed hand (don't ask where it came from), flipping down a pair of magnifying lenses on a stand nearby and taking a closer look at what exactly occurs. The hand is nailed to the table through its palm, in case this somehow brings it to life.
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)
*Cut for Salem. Yep, don’t know who though.*
He chuckles, smirking and giving each of the heads a kiss before going back to walk inside of the house, holding the door for if they want to follow.
He nods, “I haven’t gone through anything that bad, I’m just a State Alchemist.” He shows them the symbols on the backs of his bandage covered hands.
At first, nothing seems to happen with the hand, simply resting where it was before beginning to rapidly grow after a while, nearly doubling in total size and as expected, somehow coming to life, though not for long, the lack of real life to cling to seemingly the reason doesn’t last. Henry silently observes with them, “Hmm, regenerative properties. Didn’t expect them to be that powerful, but they are considered an all cure.”
*hiya, everyone!*
She steps back a bit when this all happens, amazed. "That was only a drop, and it had that much effect... and on already dead tissue, as well. It also animated the hand for a while... perhaps it could be used to bring people back from the dead." She places one more drop of the stuff on the hand, stepping back and seeing if any additional changes occur.
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)