Omori is continuing her studies of the druidic arts from the roof of the Inn, looking between her star charts for anything that catches her eye.
KK is alternating between experimenting with this distilled Old Blood she was able to create, and workshopping designs for the suit she will wear to her wedding.
*Good morning my dear friend.*
Suddenly Top is sitting next to them, looking up at the sky with them, patting his feet as if he was there the whole time, his hands in his pockets.
Henry continues to recover, though he's getting stronger every day, still using his cane more for the sake of loving the gift rather than a need for it.
*How art thou today?*
She looks over at him, a small smile on her face. "Hi, Top. How've you been?" She asks, looking back to her reading material.
She's equal parts happy and relieved seeing him continue to recover without complications, her smile growing when she sees him. "Good morning, dear." She says to him, placing a single drop of the filtered Old Blood onto another nailed-down human hand- this one has three nails in it, just in case.
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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 is continuing her studies of the druidic arts from the roof of the Inn, looking between her star charts for anything that catches her eye.
KK is alternating between experimenting with this distilled Old Blood she was able to create, and workshopping designs for the suit she will wear to her wedding.
*Good morning my dear friend.*
Suddenly Top is sitting next to them, looking up at the sky with them, patting his feet as if he was there the whole time, his hands in his pockets.
Henry continues to recover, though he's getting stronger every day, still using his cane more for the sake of loving the gift rather than a need for it.
*How art thou today?*
She looks over at him, a small smile on her face. "Hi, Top. How've you been?" She asks, looking back to her reading material.
She's equal parts happy and relieved seeing him continue to recover without complications, her smile growing when she sees him. "Good morning, dear." She says to him, placing a single drop of the filtered Old Blood onto another nailed-down human hand- this one has three nails in it, just in case.
*I am doing as well as I can be, so decent, and you?*
He seems to think for a moment, pulling out one of his hands "I've been... busy, but you know that because I haven't been visiting you."
The regenerative properties immediately take effect, bringing the back to what it looked like before being severed, though it doesn't seem to do much more than that, the effects seem to vary in severity "Good morning, love of my life, my beautiful scientist wife." He says as he walks over to see what they are working on.
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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 melts into the kiss, his legs kicking a bit happily.
"How do you figure that?"
A terrible noise can be heard in another room, pained and vile.
She eventually pulls back, not noticing her flames flaring up from the kiss.
"no matter how noble the cause, killing is murder, by what you think I'd say. Maybe I'm wrong."
Oliver sits up, and looks over towards it. He clutches his toy close.
Leo does notice. "I think your flames are connected to your emotions dear. Theyre flaring up like crazy right now." he says, writing this down in a small journal.
"Fair enough."
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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 sits up, and looks over towards it. He clutches his toy close.
Leo does notice. "I think your flames are connected to your emotions dear. Theyre flaring up like crazy right now." he says, writing this down in a small journal.
"Fair enough."
In another room, Merabelle has collapsed to the ground, black veins covering her gray skin.
She looks over to her arm as the flames begin to calm down a bit with her curiosity "Really? Maybe this as much of a curse as I thought."
He stands up, putting his helmet under his arm, "It was nice meeting you."
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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.'
Oliver sits up, and looks over towards it. He clutches his toy close.
Leo does notice. "I think your flames are connected to your emotions dear. Theyre flaring up like crazy right now." he says, writing this down in a small journal.
"Fair enough."
In another room, Merabelle has collapsed to the ground, black veins covering her gray skin.
She looks over to her arm as the flames begin to calm down a bit with her curiosity "Really? Maybe this as much of a curse as I thought."
He stands up, putting his helmet under his arm, "It was nice meeting you."
He looks panicked as he tries to shake her awake. "mom?" he rasps.
He smiles, writing down a few more observations.
"Pleasure to meet you as well."
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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 sits up, and looks over towards it. He clutches his toy close.
Leo does notice. "I think your flames are connected to your emotions dear. Theyre flaring up like crazy right now." he says, writing this down in a small journal.
"Fair enough."
In another room, Merabelle has collapsed to the ground, black veins covering her gray skin.
She looks over to her arm as the flames begin to calm down a bit with her curiosity "Really? Maybe this as much of a curse as I thought."
He stands up, putting his helmet under his arm, "It was nice meeting you."
He looks panicked as he tries to shake her awake. "mom?" he rasps.
He smiles, writing down a few more observations.
"Pleasure to meet you as well."
Her skin is an unnatural cold, even for her, but Oliver can still feel a heartbeat, even if its weak.
The flames haven't burned her since the original burn, and the spread seems to have only become faster.
He nods to them before walking out, the soothing feeling going with him.
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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.'
Oliver sits up, and looks over towards it. He clutches his toy close.
Leo does notice. "I think your flames are connected to your emotions dear. Theyre flaring up like crazy right now." he says, writing this down in a small journal.
"Fair enough."
In another room, Merabelle has collapsed to the ground, black veins covering her gray skin.
She looks over to her arm as the flames begin to calm down a bit with her curiosity "Really? Maybe this as much of a curse as I thought."
He stands up, putting his helmet under his arm, "It was nice meeting you."
He looks panicked as he tries to shake her awake. "mom?" he rasps.
He smiles, writing down a few more observations.
"Pleasure to meet you as well."
Her skin is an unnatural cold, even for her, but Oliver can still feel a heartbeat, even if its weak.
The flames haven't burned her since the original burn, and the spread seems to have only become faster.
He nods to them before walking out, the soothing feeling going with him.
Oliver starts to cry. "Mom....? mom...?"
Leo writes this down and then puts the notebook away. "Well, the spread seems to have increased."
*Good place to end?*
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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 sits up, and looks over towards it. He clutches his toy close.
Leo does notice. "I think your flames are connected to your emotions dear. Theyre flaring up like crazy right now." he says, writing this down in a small journal.
"Fair enough."
In another room, Merabelle has collapsed to the ground, black veins covering her gray skin.
She looks over to her arm as the flames begin to calm down a bit with her curiosity "Really? Maybe this as much of a curse as I thought."
He stands up, putting his helmet under his arm, "It was nice meeting you."
He looks panicked as he tries to shake her awake. "mom?" he rasps.
He smiles, writing down a few more observations.
"Pleasure to meet you as well."
Her skin is an unnatural cold, even for her, but Oliver can still feel a heartbeat, even if its weak.
The flames haven't burned her since the original burn, and the spread seems to have only become faster.
He nods to them before walking out, the soothing feeling going with him.
Oliver starts to cry. "Mom....? mom...?"
Leo writes this down and then puts the notebook away. "Well, the spread seems to have increased."
*Good place to end?*
*I would say so.*
The ichor pumping through her veins slowly begins to fade as the pulse comes back stronger. Her eyes slowly open.
She doesn't know how to react, sighing "Oh well, maybe it wont go beyond my arm?" She says hopefully.
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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.'
Oliver sits up, and looks over towards it. He clutches his toy close.
Leo does notice. "I think your flames are connected to your emotions dear. Theyre flaring up like crazy right now." he says, writing this down in a small journal.
"Fair enough."
In another room, Merabelle has collapsed to the ground, black veins covering her gray skin.
She looks over to her arm as the flames begin to calm down a bit with her curiosity "Really? Maybe this as much of a curse as I thought."
He stands up, putting his helmet under his arm, "It was nice meeting you."
He looks panicked as he tries to shake her awake. "mom?" he rasps.
He smiles, writing down a few more observations.
"Pleasure to meet you as well."
Her skin is an unnatural cold, even for her, but Oliver can still feel a heartbeat, even if its weak.
The flames haven't burned her since the original burn, and the spread seems to have only become faster.
He nods to them before walking out, the soothing feeling going with him.
Oliver starts to cry. "Mom....? mom...?"
Leo writes this down and then puts the notebook away. "Well, the spread seems to have increased."
*Good place to end?*
*I would say so.*
The ichor pumping through her veins slowly begins to fade as the pulse comes back stronger. Her eyes slowly open.
She doesn't know how to react, sighing "Oh well, maybe it wont go beyond my arm?" She says hopefully.
"momma?" he whispers
Leo nods. "Hopefully. But lets not focus on that."
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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.
He tries his best to sign, "its okay."
He hugs her back.
"Just Phoenix. No sir. I see it as i was a murderer."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She seems surprised by their sign language, but nods, beginning to walk away.
She picks them up off of the sand, kissing them happily.
"A murderer? Fair enough, but then I am a murderer." He sighs, finishing his water.
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.)
*How art thou today?*
She looks over at him, a small smile on her face. "Hi, Top. How've you been?" She asks, looking back to her reading material.
She's equal parts happy and relieved seeing him continue to recover without complications, her smile growing when she sees him. "Good morning, dear." She says to him, placing a single drop of the filtered Old Blood onto another nailed-down human hand- this one has three nails in it, just in case.
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)
Oliver pushes his toy idly.
He melts into the kiss, his legs kicking a bit happily.
"How do you figure that?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I am doing as well as I can be, so decent, and you?*
He seems to think for a moment, pulling out one of his hands "I've been... busy, but you know that because I haven't been visiting you."
The regenerative properties immediately take effect, bringing the back to what it looked like before being severed, though it doesn't seem to do much more than that, the effects seem to vary in severity "Good morning, love of my life, my beautiful scientist wife." He says as he walks over to see what they are working on.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
A terrible noise can be heard in another room, pained and vile.
She eventually pulls back, not noticing her flames flaring up from the kiss.
"no matter how noble the cause, killing is murder, by what you think I'd say. Maybe I'm wrong."
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 sits up, and looks over towards it. He clutches his toy close.
Leo does notice. "I think your flames are connected to your emotions dear. Theyre flaring up like crazy right now." he says, writing this down in a small journal.
"Fair enough."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
In another room, Merabelle has collapsed to the ground, black veins covering her gray skin.
She looks over to her arm as the flames begin to calm down a bit with her curiosity "Really? Maybe this as much of a curse as I thought."
He stands up, putting his helmet under his arm, "It was nice meeting you."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He looks panicked as he tries to shake her awake. "mom?" he rasps.
He smiles, writing down a few more observations.
"Pleasure to meet you as well."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Her skin is an unnatural cold, even for her, but Oliver can still feel a heartbeat, even if its weak.
The flames haven't burned her since the original burn, and the spread seems to have only become faster.
He nods to them before walking out, the soothing feeling going with him.
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.)
(hi Theren)
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
Oliver starts to cry. "Mom....? mom...?"
Leo writes this down and then puts the notebook away. "Well, the spread seems to have increased."
*Good place to end?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I would say so.*
The ichor pumping through her veins slowly begins to fade as the pulse comes back stronger. Her eyes slowly open.
She doesn't know how to react, sighing "Oh well, maybe it wont go beyond my arm?" She says hopefully.
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.)
"momma?" he whispers
Leo nods. "Hopefully. But lets not focus on that."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She slowly pushes herself up, looking concerned, "Don't worry sweetheart, I'm okay."
She nods along with them, standing up, "Are you hungry?"
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 coughs a bit, nodding and hugging her.
He nods. "Yeah, i could eat."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She hugs them back weakly, thinking about the promise she made to Theren, sighing.
She smiles "I'll make you something then." She saunters to the beach house.
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 hugs her for a few more minutes, crying
He watches her walk away before sitting back down in the sand and staring out at the waves
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She rubs their back, "I'm sorry I scared ya, sweetheart. Looks that might happen sometimes."
She watches them for the cabin, thinking about their lives, how amazing everything is.
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. "Can we play trains?" he signs
Leo sighs, enjoying the feeling of being relaxed and stress free
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.