"That's good. It's good to see you again." She replies. "I missed our conversations about nothing in particular."
"Only a drop so far. Let's see if adding more reveals any different effects." She empties the rest of the eyedropper of blood onto the hand, stepping back to beside him in case it animates and attacks like the first one.
"It's good to see you as well, and you're in luck, I've got nothing on my mind to talk about." He says with a chuckle, smiling as much as a bird can.
For a moment, nothing does, until all of the flesh sloshes off of the hand and it begins to crackle with electricity, coming to life, but less hostile than the first, existing in a docile, yet alive state.
She chuckles a bit as well, equally happy. "So... what do you like to do when you're not at work? Any hobbies?" She asks, just wanting to know more about her friend.
She is over the moon, barely able to stay still as she giggles with a gleeful madness. "I think it worked! Well, the flesh melted off, but that doesn't seem to affect it much. It even has elemental properties!" She walks over, pulling the nails out of the hand to free it from the table.
"Hobbies? I like to skateboard, and play checkers sometimes. What about you, Omori?" He asks, putting his hands behind his head to give it a rest, sighing.
The hand wanders on the table, purple lightning crackling along it's skeletal form, moving on it's fingers, scuttling. Henry looks just as happy, though he does recognize the effect that has caused this "I did not know this effect could be replicated." He cackles madly, hugging the love of his life.
"I like to go on walks, collect little trinkets, and sometimes paint or draw when I have the inspiration. What's a 'skateboard'?" She asks, especially curious.
She turns away from the hand to hug the love of her life as well. "It seems entirely stable- we did it!" She briefly turns to look at the vial of the filtered Old Blood, thinking for a while, before she looks back at him. "Is the Old Blood infectious? Like, if I put one drop of Old Blood in a container of regular blood, would that turn the whole batch into Old Blood, or no?"
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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)
A skinny half-elf is playing the lute outside of the tavern
A tall, broad-shouldered man with paper-white skin, long hair of the same color, and tired red eyes sits down near him with two bottles of milk. He wears a black turtleneck, sweatpants, plain shoes, a white baseball cap with a faded picture of bacon on it, and a faintly stained white apron with a nametag reading 'Porter.' He opens one milk bottle and takes a sip, then silently offers the other to the half-elf.
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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.
A skinny half-elf is playing the lute outside of the tavern
A tall, broad-shouldered man with paper-white skin, long hair of the same color, and tired red eyes sits down near him with two bottles of milk. He wears a black turtleneck, sweatpants, plain shoes, a white baseball cap with a faded picture of bacon on it, and a faintly stained white apron with a nametag reading 'Porter.' He opens one milk bottle and takes a sip, then silently offers the other to the half-elf.
'Hey, thanks'. The half-elf sips at the milk. 'Ya new here too? Not that I really am. It's been a long time...'
"I like to go on walks, collect little trinkets, and sometimes paint or draw when I have the inspiration. What's a 'skateboard'?" She asks, especially curious.
She turns away from the hand to hug the love of her life as well. "It seems entirely stable- we did it!" She briefly turns to look at the vial of the filtered Old Blood, thinking for a while, before she looks back at him. "Is the Old Blood infectious? Like, if I put one drop of Old Blood in a container of regular blood, would that turn the whole batch into Old Blood, or no?"
His eyes widen with joy that she has no idea what it is "I'll be right back." And suddenly with an explosion of wind, he's gone, and less than a minute later, he's back with a skateboard under his arm.
"Well, it's like a cancer from what I understand, blood is more used to transport things, so hypothetically, yes, though the effect may change the blood entirely and result in something like that." He gestures to the skeleton hand which has begun to wander off, "After all, bone is where the blood is made, if that gets corrupted, Old Blood should be made."
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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.'
A tall, broad-shouldered man with paper-white skin, long hair of the same color, and tired red eyes sits down near him with two bottles of milk. He wears a black turtleneck, sweatpants, plain shoes, a white baseball cap with a faded picture of bacon on it, and a faintly stained white apron with a nametag reading 'Porter.' He opens one milk bottle and takes a sip, then silently offers the other to the half-elf.
'Hey, thanks'. The half-elf sips at the milk. 'Ya new here too? Not that I really am. It's been a long time...'
"Same. My family used to run a meat-packing plant in the area back when the oil business was booming. Where'd you learn to play like that?" He calmly looks the musician over, clearly taking mental notes.
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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.
He giggles a bit, poking her side.
Leo comes back out in red and orange swim trunks. His chest is littered with old scars from machine incidents.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She chews on the strawberry, laughing and smiling "Love ya Oliver."
She looks them up and down happily, standing at the edge of the water, hands on her hips, waiting for 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.)
"love you too mom." he whispers.
"What?" Leo calls, staying on the beach
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 head, before beginning to walk back to her room.
"Just like what I'm looking at." She says before jumping into the water, expecting them to follow.
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.)
"I like to go on walks, collect little trinkets, and sometimes paint or draw when I have the inspiration. What's a 'skateboard'?" She asks, especially curious.
She turns away from the hand to hug the love of her life as well. "It seems entirely stable- we did it!" She briefly turns to look at the vial of the filtered Old Blood, thinking for a while, before she looks back at him. "Is the Old Blood infectious? Like, if I put one drop of Old Blood in a container of regular blood, would that turn the whole batch into Old Blood, or no?"
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 follows her, bowl of strawberries in hand
He follows her, splashing her with some water
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A tall, broad-shouldered man with paper-white skin, long hair of the same color, and tired red eyes sits down near him with two bottles of milk. He wears a black turtleneck, sweatpants, plain shoes, a white baseball cap with a faded picture of bacon on it, and a faintly stained white apron with a nametag reading 'Porter.' He opens one milk bottle and takes a sip, then silently offers the other to the half-elf.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She sits back in the center of a magic circle, smiling at them.
She goes underwater, undoing her braids as she moves under the surface.
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 sits outside it, munching and watching.
Leo sighs, waiting for her to resurface.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
'Hey, thanks'. The half-elf sips at the milk. 'Ya new here too? Not that I really am. It's been a long time...'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
His eyes widen with joy that she has no idea what it is "I'll be right back." And suddenly with an explosion of wind, he's gone, and less than a minute later, he's back with a skateboard under his arm.
"Well, it's like a cancer from what I understand, blood is more used to transport things, so hypothetically, yes, though the effect may change the blood entirely and result in something like that." He gestures to the skeleton hand which has begun to wander off, "After all, bone is where the blood is made, if that gets corrupted, Old Blood should be made."
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.)
*This took way to long: *
My Character and their Pokémon:
Samaritan:
Lore Dotsk-Azain:
Allison Vanderguard:
Aix:
Angel:
Sable Marrow:
William Giordano:
Misha:
Kelipso Lilywhite:
Stroth Blackwood:
Jackson Foxx:
Mama Icorsa:
Kraus:
Arthur Forgebane:
Xan:
Richard Kesteralblood:
Mirage:
Brutus Ulgarth:
Alton Baneblood:
Six Silver Strings:
Lucibelle Weaver:
Eden Weaver:
Edwin Merrymarkle:
Father Luciano Bianchi:
The Brand:
The Herald:
Vincent McAnders:
Crasius:
Belladonna:
Oedius:
Henry Io Olivera:
Rene Theaux Le Beau:
Ichigo:
Brody Samson:
James O'Henrey:
Ashi Junko:
Nathan Lee Ironbriar:
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I love it :] *
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She looks over to them for a moment "Somethin's gonna happen, don't worry, everythin' will be okay. Okay?"
She swims behind them, wrapping her arms around their waist, "Gotcha!"
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, concerned.
Leo laughs, squirming a bit
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*[throws up in french]*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Nice job Wendi, you're willingness to commit to something is on another level.*
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.)
*went thriugh like ten pokemon databases*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Same. My family used to run a meat-packing plant in the area back when the oil business was booming. Where'd you learn to play like that?" He calmly looks the musician over, clearly taking mental notes.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*-pat pat- There there*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.