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.
It grows once more, almost enough to escape from the table, growing claws that stick into the table. It doesn’t stop growing this time, that is until Henry sticks it through with one of his shortswords, the dead flesh beginning to chill from the runes etched into the blade “Interesting,”
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.
*just introed my new giant cuddlebug*
She gets up and follows, Hedin gnashing her teeth in hunger
"Well, those are pretty." he says, running a finger over them.
*I have just the person.*
Someone bumps into them, much smaller than the absolute giant, a little woman wearing a lot of cloth with a belt full of tools and vials of spices. She holds a lantern, looking up at them nervously, her eyes carrying that nervousness to her core.
He notices, walking over to his minimalist kitchen, beginning to make them all something with what he has, “Hungry?”
They crackle with arcane power as they sign, smiling “They have been passed down the Arm-Strong family for generations!”
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.
It grows once more, almost enough to escape from the table, growing claws that stick into the table. It doesn’t stop growing this time, that is until Henry sticks it through with one of his shortswords, the dead flesh beginning to chill from the runes etched into the blade “Interesting,”
Her hand lowers to the rapier at her side before Henry lunges forward and kills the beast, whereupon she relaxes a bit. "That time it seemed to be more stable- well, as far as it remaining alive. It seems to exponentially increase in its effectiveness the more is administered..." She says, once again stepping closer to the table and documenting her findings.
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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)
Someone bumps into them, much smaller than the absolute giant, a little woman wearing a lot of cloth with a belt full of tools and vials of spices. She holds a lantern, looking up at them nervously, her eyes carrying that nervousness to her core.
He notices, walking over to his minimalist kitchen, beginning to make them all something with what he has, “Hungry?”
They crackle with arcane power as they sign, smiling “They have been passed down the Arm-Strong family for generations!”
*he's a marten. forgot to mention*
He turns around and to them, smiling warmly. "Oh, hello. Am I in your way?"
"I suppose we are, dear. Would you like some help?"
"So has this sword." he says, patting the hilt.
*Marten?*
They look back at them, only looking more nervous, shaking as she reaches for a small dagger at her belt, slowing when she sees his warm smile.
“I’m a decent cook, I’ve got food to spare, of course I can.” He begins making something for them.
He puts a thumb up, patting their shoulder “Good for you, at least you’ve got something.” He begins walking, gesturing for them to follow.
The hand doesn’t seem to bleed, the wounds closing soon after being made, though the hand doesn’t return to life after being extinguished and then frozen by the blade “It would’ve likely escaped and become much more dangerous were it not taken out quickly. Interesting indeed.”
Someone bumps into them, much smaller than the absolute giant, a little woman wearing a lot of cloth with a belt full of tools and vials of spices. She holds a lantern, looking up at them nervously, her eyes carrying that nervousness to her core.
He notices, walking over to his minimalist kitchen, beginning to make them all something with what he has, “Hungry?”
They crackle with arcane power as they sign, smiling “They have been passed down the Arm-Strong family for generations!”
*he's a marten. forgot to mention*
He turns around and to them, smiling warmly. "Oh, hello. Am I in your way?"
"I suppose we are, dear. Would you like some help?"
"So has this sword." he says, patting the hilt.
*Marten?*
They look back at them, only looking more nervous, shaking as she reaches for a small dagger at her belt, slowing when she sees his warm smile.
“I’m a decent cook, I’ve got food to spare, of course I can.” He begins making something for them.
He puts a thumb up, patting their shoulder “Good for you, at least you’ve got something.” He begins walking, gesturing for them to follow.
*like a ferret kinda, but better*
"You seem scared. I'm not gonna hurt ya, I promise." he extends his pinky claw, eyes twinkling
She sits down, watching him and trying to get Hinven under control
He follows, humming an old battle song.
*Ferrets are already amazing though.*
She moves her hand away, keeping her face covered by her clothes, her own eyes twinkling as she takes their hand, her grip weak.
The smell of the food probably doesn’t help with getting Hinven under control, though when the food is simmering he does come over to give all of them some pets.
He leads them to the Inn, writing down the drink he wants with paper he didn’t have a moment ago, paying for theirs as well.
The hand doesn’t seem to bleed, the wounds closing soon after being made, though the hand doesn’t return to life after being extinguished and then frozen by the blade “It would’ve likely escaped and become much more dangerous were it not taken out quickly. Interesting indeed.”
"And that was only two drops of blood that did that... I wonder..." She cuts off a small piece of skin from the monstrous hand, placing it in the jar of blood with the anti-coagulant, hand lowered near her sword in case this ends badly.
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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)
The hand doesn’t seem to bleed, the wounds closing soon after being made, though the hand doesn’t return to life after being extinguished and then frozen by the blade “It would’ve likely escaped and become much more dangerous were it not taken out quickly. Interesting indeed.”
"And that was only two drops of blood that did that... I wonder..." She cuts off a small piece of skin from the monstrous hand, placing it in the jar of blood with the anti-coagulant, hand lowered near her sword in case this ends badly.
It slowly loses the chill, but once it does, it rapidly grows back to the hand it once was, and then to the hand it grew from, before its growth stops suddenly, becoming much more slow, fur and claws expanding out of bone that wasn’t there before, though not seemingly alive this time.
Someone bumps into them, much smaller than the absolute giant, a little woman wearing a lot of cloth with a belt full of tools and vials of spices. She holds a lantern, looking up at them nervously, her eyes carrying that nervousness to her core.
He notices, walking over to his minimalist kitchen, beginning to make them all something with what he has, “Hungry?”
They crackle with arcane power as they sign, smiling “They have been passed down the Arm-Strong family for generations!”
*he's a marten. forgot to mention*
He turns around and to them, smiling warmly. "Oh, hello. Am I in your way?"
"I suppose we are, dear. Would you like some help?"
"So has this sword." he says, patting the hilt.
*Marten?*
They look back at them, only looking more nervous, shaking as she reaches for a small dagger at her belt, slowing when she sees his warm smile.
“I’m a decent cook, I’ve got food to spare, of course I can.” He begins making something for them.
He puts a thumb up, patting their shoulder “Good for you, at least you’ve got something.” He begins walking, gesturing for them to follow.
*like a ferret kinda, but better*
"You seem scared. I'm not gonna hurt ya, I promise." he extends his pinky claw, eyes twinkling
She sits down, watching him and trying to get Hinven under control
He follows, humming an old battle song.
*Ferrets are already amazing though.*
She moves her hand away, keeping her face covered by her clothes, her own eyes twinkling as she takes their hand, her grip weak.
The smell of the food probably doesn’t help with getting Hinven under control, though when the food is simmering he does come over to give all of them some pets.
He leads them to the Inn, writing down the drink he wants with paper he didn’t have a moment ago, paying for theirs as well.
He brings his claw up and down, emulating a hand shake or a pinky promise "My name is Dew, what's yours?"
The pets help significantly, Hinven drooling practically with the smell and the touch
He bows to Flynn, ordering a small bottle of sake.
She looks at their hand, and back up to them, before muttering her name softly, too soft for them to hear, though it’s seemingly unintentional.
He wipes away what drool comes out of their mouth, chuckling a bit, smiling an actual smile, bright and happy.
He begins to drink his own drink, patting them on the shoulder once more. He unwraps his bandages, revealing severely burn scarred hands, with alchemy runes etched into the flesh.
The hand doesn’t seem to bleed, the wounds closing soon after being made, though the hand doesn’t return to life after being extinguished and then frozen by the blade “It would’ve likely escaped and become much more dangerous were it not taken out quickly. Interesting indeed.”
"And that was only two drops of blood that did that... I wonder..." She cuts off a small piece of skin from the monstrous hand, placing it in the jar of blood with the anti-coagulant, hand lowered near her sword in case this ends badly.
It slowly loses the chill, but once it does, it rapidly grows back to the hand it once was, and then to the hand it grew from, before its growth stops suddenly, becoming much more slow, fur and claws expanding out of bone that wasn’t there before, though not seemingly alive this time.
"Abnormal hair and claw growth... somewhat similar to the beasts I've heard you describe." She mutters, documenting all of this. "And it didn't take much blood at all for us to get there with this one... though, perhaps a full, still-living organism needs more than that to end up as something like this."
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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)
*Hello again! How art thou, mine good friend?*
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 grows once more, almost enough to escape from the table, growing claws that stick into the table. It doesn’t stop growing this time, that is until Henry sticks it through with one of his shortswords, the dead flesh beginning to chill from the runes etched into the blade “Interesting,”
*wonderful, my fellow schemer! I have just a few more things to add to my thread, then I can have someone publish it!*
*I have just the person.*
Someone bumps into them, much smaller than the absolute giant, a little woman wearing a lot of cloth with a belt full of tools and vials of spices. She holds a lantern, looking up at them nervously, her eyes carrying that nervousness to her core.
He notices, walking over to his minimalist kitchen, beginning to make them all something with what he has, “Hungry?”
They crackle with arcane power as they sign, smiling “They have been passed down the Arm-Strong family for generations!”
*that’d be nice! I’ll send it over to you once it’s published.5
Her hand lowers to the rapier at her side before Henry lunges forward and kills the beast, whereupon she relaxes a bit. "That time it seemed to be more stable- well, as far as it remaining alive. It seems to exponentially increase in its effectiveness the more is administered..." She says, once again stepping closer to the table and documenting her findings.
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)
(hi Arch)
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
*Marten?*
They look back at them, only looking more nervous, shaking as she reaches for a small dagger at her belt, slowing when she sees his warm smile.
“I’m a decent cook, I’ve got food to spare, of course I can.” He begins making something for them.
He puts a thumb up, patting their shoulder “Good for you, at least you’ve got something.” He begins walking, gesturing for them to follow.
*Cut for Yvonne.*
The hand doesn’t seem to bleed, the wounds closing soon after being made, though the hand doesn’t return to life after being extinguished and then frozen by the blade “It would’ve likely escaped and become much more dangerous were it not taken out quickly. Interesting indeed.”
*Ferrets are already amazing though.*
She moves her hand away, keeping her face covered by her clothes, her own eyes twinkling as she takes their hand, her grip weak.
The smell of the food probably doesn’t help with getting Hinven under control, though when the food is simmering he does come over to give all of them some pets.
He leads them to the Inn, writing down the drink he wants with paper he didn’t have a moment ago, paying for theirs as well.
"And that was only two drops of blood that did that... I wonder..." She cuts off a small piece of skin from the monstrous hand, placing it in the jar of blood with the anti-coagulant, hand lowered near her sword in case this ends badly.
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 slowly loses the chill, but once it does, it rapidly grows back to the hand it once was, and then to the hand it grew from, before its growth stops suddenly, becoming much more slow, fur and claws expanding out of bone that wasn’t there before, though not seemingly alive this time.
She looks at their hand, and back up to them, before muttering her name softly, too soft for them to hear, though it’s seemingly unintentional.
He wipes away what drool comes out of their mouth, chuckling a bit, smiling an actual smile, bright and happy.
He begins to drink his own drink, patting them on the shoulder once more. He unwraps his bandages, revealing severely burn scarred hands, with alchemy runes etched into the flesh.
"Abnormal hair and claw growth... somewhat similar to the beasts I've heard you describe." She mutters, documenting all of this. "And it didn't take much blood at all for us to get there with this one... though, perhaps a full, still-living organism needs more than that to end up as something like this."
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)