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.
'A long time ago. It was what kept me sane, I'd bet ya. The name's.... well, I've had a few. Ya can call me Drilin'
"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."
She looks at the strange wooden, wheel-adorned board under his arm with a sense of childlike wonder. "Is that a skateboard? What's it for?" She asks.
"Good to know. Wouldn't want to accidentally have too much at once." She takes the eyedropper, filling it with the filtered blood and emptying it again to leave just a single drop inside. "Never tried eldritch blood before... first time for everything, I suppose." She mutters to herself.
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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 looks at the strange wooden, wheel-adorned board under his arm with a sense of childlike wonder. "Is that a skateboard? What's it for?" She asks.
"Good to know. Wouldn't want to accidentally have too much at once." She takes the eyedropper, filling it with the filtered blood and emptying it again to leave just a single drop inside. "Never tried eldritch blood before... first time for everything, I suppose." She mutters to herself.
He hops off of the roof to the ground, landing on the board and beginning to do tricks with it, putting his hands back into his pockets "It's for doing stuff like this." He builds up some speed before doing a 360.
"Dear, the first time may have to be another time, after all, the blood doesn't seem to be perfectly safe for you yet. You should still wait a bit longer." He says, reaching out a hand to them, "Maybe after our wedding, can you wait until then my dear?" He asks, curious for their sake.
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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.'
"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.
'A long time ago. It was what kept me sane, I'd bet ya. The name's.... well, I've had a few. Ya can call me Drilin'
"Hm." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out two small yellow packets with indiscernible labels. He rips one open and pours it into his milk. It smells like artificial banana flavoring and sugar. He shakes up his drink with one hand, offering the other packet to Drilin. "What's your favorite song?"
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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.
"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.
'A long time ago. It was what kept me sane, I'd bet ya. The name's.... well, I've had a few. Ya can call me Drilin'
"Hm." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out two small yellow packets with indiscernible labels. He rips one open and pours it into his milk. It smells like artificial banana flavoring and sugar. He shakes up his drink with one hand, offering the other packet to Drilin. "What's your favorite song?"
Drilin takes the packet and pours it into his drink. 'Hah, that's good stuff. I gotta say, I like some of those bands from the northern forests. Got a good beat for shouting and stomping. And always so bittersweet lyrics'
She looks at the strange wooden, wheel-adorned board under his arm with a sense of childlike wonder. "Is that a skateboard? What's it for?" She asks.
"Good to know. Wouldn't want to accidentally have too much at once." She takes the eyedropper, filling it with the filtered blood and emptying it again to leave just a single drop inside. "Never tried eldritch blood before... first time for everything, I suppose." She mutters to herself.
He hops off of the roof to the ground, landing on the board and beginning to do tricks with it, putting his hands back into his pockets "It's for doing stuff like this." He builds up some speed before doing a 360.
"Dear, the first time may have to be another time, after all, the blood doesn't seem to be perfectly safe for you yet. You should still wait a bit longer." He says, reaching out a hand to them, "Maybe after our wedding, can you wait until then my dear?" He asks, curious for their sake.
She fades into the shadows and reappears on the ground outside the Inn, watching with amazement. "How are you doing that? That looks incredible!"
She thinks for a moment, before setting the eyedropper down. "Alright, I'll wait until then. I guess I probably wouldn't want my flesh to melt off the bone before our wedding day." She responds, taking his hand with two of her own.
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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 looks at the strange wooden, wheel-adorned board under his arm with a sense of childlike wonder. "Is that a skateboard? What's it for?" She asks.
"Good to know. Wouldn't want to accidentally have too much at once." She takes the eyedropper, filling it with the filtered blood and emptying it again to leave just a single drop inside. "Never tried eldritch blood before... first time for everything, I suppose." She mutters to herself.
He hops off of the roof to the ground, landing on the board and beginning to do tricks with it, putting his hands back into his pockets "It's for doing stuff like this." He builds up some speed before doing a 360.
"Dear, the first time may have to be another time, after all, the blood doesn't seem to be perfectly safe for you yet. You should still wait a bit longer." He says, reaching out a hand to them, "Maybe after our wedding, can you wait until then my dear?" He asks, curious for their sake.
She fades into the shadows and reappears on the ground outside the Inn, watching with amazement. "How are you doing that? That looks incredible!"
She thinks for a moment, before setting the eyedropper down. "Alright, I'll wait until then. I guess I probably wouldn't want my flesh to melt off the bone before our wedding day." She responds, taking his hand with two of her own.
He stops, his foot enbedding in the ground as he does, looking over to where they appeared "A lot of practice and a lot of falling on my face." He points to a spot where his beak is chipped.
He rubs the back of one of their hands softly, pulling them closer and wrapping his other arm around their waist, looking down at them with a smile, "How lovely, and it will be a wonderful day. Would you like to do anything else, my dear?"
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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.'
The circle lights up, and she collapses once more, veins burning with black ichor.
She runs her hands across their chest, leaning against 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.)
'A long time ago. It was what kept me sane, I'd bet ya. The name's.... well, I've had a few. Ya can call me Drilin'
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She looks at the strange wooden, wheel-adorned board under his arm with a sense of childlike wonder. "Is that a skateboard? What's it for?" She asks.
"Good to know. Wouldn't want to accidentally have too much at once." She takes the eyedropper, filling it with the filtered blood and emptying it again to leave just a single drop inside. "Never tried eldritch blood before... first time for everything, I suppose." She mutters to herself.
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 watches in horror.
Leo shivers.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He hops off of the roof to the ground, landing on the board and beginning to do tricks with it, putting his hands back into his pockets "It's for doing stuff like this." He builds up some speed before doing a 360.
"Dear, the first time may have to be another time, after all, the blood doesn't seem to be perfectly safe for you yet. You should still wait a bit longer." He says, reaching out a hand to them, "Maybe after our wedding, can you wait until then my dear?" He asks, curious for their sake.
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 begins to bleed, the black ichor leaking from her mouth, eyes and ears, the glow growing stronger and stronger.
She laughs, "Do you want to guess what that surprise will be?" She says mischievously.
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.)
(does anyone want to rp)
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
*sure, but I can't stay for long*
A half-elf is playing the lute to a bunch of animal companions
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(If ya want ta, want anybody?)
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 covers his eyes
He shakes his head. "I-ill keep it a surprise."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Hm." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out two small yellow packets with indiscernible labels. He rips one open and pours it into his milk. It smells like artificial banana flavoring and sugar. He shakes up his drink with one hand, offering the other packet to Drilin. "What's your favorite song?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
(doesn't matter to me)
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
*Hey, you got on page 6666! Awesome!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The ichor begins to burn the floorboards, the magic circle flickering.
She smiles, walking back around them, "Good." She sinks back under the 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.)
Drilin takes the packet and pours it into his drink. 'Hah, that's good stuff. I gotta say, I like some of those bands from the northern forests. Got a good beat for shouting and stomping. And always so bittersweet lyrics'
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Oliver keeps his eyes covered.
Leo blushes, trying to find her
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
After a moment everything becomes silent.
She is right under the surface, just examining the sea floor.
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 fades into the shadows and reappears on the ground outside the Inn, watching with amazement. "How are you doing that? That looks incredible!"
She thinks for a moment, before setting the eyedropper down. "Alright, I'll wait until then. I guess I probably wouldn't want my flesh to melt off the bone before our wedding day." She responds, taking his hand with two of her own.
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 stops, his foot enbedding in the ground as he does, looking over to where they appeared "A lot of practice and a lot of falling on my face." He points to a spot where his beak is chipped.
He rubs the back of one of their hands softly, pulling them closer and wrapping his other arm around their waist, looking down at them with a smile, "How lovely, and it will be a wonderful day. Would you like to do anything else, my dear?"
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 slowly opens his eyes.
Leo dives under to join her
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.