Misha is outside, standing before an old woman who lies on the ground, dead. She prays over the body, thanking the woman for her meat, her bones, for her organs, everything. She begins to hack the woman up with a butcher's knife, dividing up the parts and placing them in bags. She hums a hymn to herself as she does this, mumbling a prayer for the woman's soul to find god.
Aix is sitting inside the tavern, sharpening his nails. He dresses in a black turtleneck, a long black skirt, and a white suit jacket. His hair is left down today, pooling around his shoulders like a cape.
Nathan is munching on a potato pancake while watching his horse graze.
Helianth wanders past in time to see Misha butchering the corpse, looking over at them without a hint of concern, but rather curiosity. "Why are you doing that?" It simply asks, the Elder Evil slithering over the grass and closer to them. The air is notably colder around the monstrosity.
Misha nearly jumps out of her skin, quickly darting backwards. Her lips twitch as she breaks into a fit of nervous laughter, unable to stop for a moment or two. "I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I am hungry.." she says, her voice breaking around the edges.
"You don't have to apologize- at least, not to me." It responds, some of its roots extending towards the blood-soaked earth left around the corpse, draining the soil of any trace of moisture until it is cracked and dry.
She nervously twitches and packages the rest of the body. She turns towards them again and brushes her hair from her face, her hideous features now on display.
It doesn't react to her appearance in the slightest, though it does contort its crooked form to bend down to eye level with them, looking at them with its horrible 'flowers' of flesh and bone and metal, with those horrible spheres of annihilation at the center of each. "Who are you?"
"Misha.." She mumbles, wringing her hands "Who are you?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Hey Yvonne! I brought in my latest rendition of Cursebutcher! Wanna play with him? I can do other characters as well if you'd like!*
*Sure, I'd love to! Any particular character you want to interact with him? Maybe we could have Felix & Helianth as well?*
*No idea, but I'll gladly pull out Felix for you. I should tell you, this man is an exorcist/monster hunter, so he may respond strangely to a good number of your characters*
Porter is listening to his walkman as he waits for his apron to dry. He looks like he might have fallen asleep standing up, leaning against the pole holding up the clothesline.
Felix is in the Spelljammer 'kitchen,' working on more hypothetical recipes for stars.
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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.
She very carefully stands up on the board, mostly focusing on just keeping her balance. She looks equal parts nervous and curious.
"It's alright- I wouldn't want to push you to help me when you're regaining your strength. Maybe we can work on the wedding invitations together?"
He holds out his feathered hands to help them keep their balance, his big black orbs he calls eyes smiling at them "You've got this Omori, I'll catch you if you fall."
He thinks for a moment before nodding "That sounds fun, lead the way, my love and I will not be far behind." He pulls out of the hug, leaving them with a kiss before letting them lead.
"Okay... I got this... I got this." She repeats to herself, holding onto one of his hands to keep balance. She lifts one foot up to try and get the board moving... and almost falls over, catching herself just before gravity would have made that impossible.
"Okay, so I have my list of friends I'm inviting here." She starts, holding up a slip of paper with a handful of names on it. "Do you already know who you're choosing to invite?"
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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)
"Knight, huh? Like a paladin?" He sets the helmet back down. "Being a good knight can be a lot of things. I like it when they're cool and rainy, so I can sleep better." He speaks with such nonchalance that it takes a moment to realize that he made a pun and wasn't just saying something random.
He cant help but crack a genuine smile at the pun they made, ringing out all the blood from the mop as he laughs, "A paladin? Far from my faith, I carry no oath other than to do what is right, and nothing more than that. It is difficult to uphold at times, but I've managed decently enough."
"'Far from my faith...' what do you mean by that?" He looks at the blood, then holds up a finger and pulls out a pocket bible, opening it to the bookmark. "Psalm 107:20. He sent his word, and healed them, and delivered them from their destructions." The wounds in Eithan's feet close as he regains 14 Hit Points.
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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.
*Hey Yvonne! I brought in my latest rendition of Cursebutcher! Wanna play with him? I can do other characters as well if you'd like!*
*Sure, I'd love to! Any particular character you want to interact with him? Maybe we could have Felix & Helianth as well?*
*No idea, but I'll gladly pull out Felix for you. I should tell you, this man is an exorcist/monster hunter, so he may respond strangely to a good number of your characters*
Porter is listening to his walkman as he waits for his apron to dry. He looks like he might have fallen asleep standing up, leaning against the pole holding up the clothesline.
Felix is in the Spelljammer 'kitchen,' working on more hypothetical recipes for stars.
*I see... however, that sounds like exactly what I'm looking for!*
KK is nearby, sitting under a tree as she draws concepts of what will be her wedding attire. She doesn't seem to notice Porter is there.
Helianth enters the Spelljammer, almost taking up the entire width of the hallway with its myriad roots and arms and flower heads, contorting its crooked form to fit through the doorway into the 'kitchen'. "What are you working on, love?" It asks him.
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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)
"Doesn't matter." He says suddenly, taking the cigarette out of his mouth. "Not her place to forgive you. I'd say you should pray about that." He moves closer, stepping in the blood. "How are you gonna cook her?"
She jumps back, not realizing he was there "I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry.." she says before her lips twitch, a fit of nervous laughter bubbling up. She covers her mouth but it takes a moment or two for it to subside. "I want to h-honor every part so the meat and organs can be cooked, the bones made into stock or used in different things.." she explains, her words rapidly pouring from her mouth as her hands move around animatedly.
He gently grabs her hand, crouching down to her level as the blood stands out like ink against his paper-white skin. "Don't panic. Nothing good ever results from panicking. First Peter 5:7. Cast all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you." His hands are surprisingly soft for a man who wields a sledgehammer.
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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.
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"Misha.." She mumbles, wringing her hands "Who are you?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She begins to put them together, before making a powder, "Oliver, do you know what this is?"
"Here's how." She takes a deep breath before beginning to kiss 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.)
She shrugs and wrings her hands.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*No idea, but I'll gladly pull out Felix for you. I should tell you, this man is an exorcist/monster hunter, so he may respond strangely to a good number of your characters*
Porter is listening to his walkman as he waits for his apron to dry. He looks like he might have fallen asleep standing up, leaning against the pole holding up the clothesline.
Felix is in the Spelljammer 'kitchen,' working on more hypothetical recipes for stars.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Nobody? Cool.*
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 shakes his head.
He squeaks, melting into the kiss
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"My God could help you...free you from the curse if it is one."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I need not your god! Mine blessed me with this test!" she laughs
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She puts some onto two fingers, putting it under her eyes and then under Oliver's "It'll help ward against the effects of dark magic."
She holds it for as long as she can, enjoying every moment.
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.)
"And did you pass or fail?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He tilts his head, confused.
He gasps for air once the kiss is broken.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Okay... I got this... I got this." She repeats to herself, holding onto one of his hands to keep balance. She lifts one foot up to try and get the board moving... and almost falls over, catching herself just before gravity would have made that impossible.
"Okay, so I have my list of friends I'm inviting here." She starts, holding up a slip of paper with a handful of names on it. "Do you already know who you're choosing to invite?"
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)
"'Far from my faith...' what do you mean by that?" He looks at the blood, then holds up a finger and pulls out a pocket bible, opening it to the bookmark. "Psalm 107:20. He sent his word, and healed them, and delivered them from their destructions." The wounds in Eithan's feet close as he regains 14 Hit Points.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I don't know!" She chirps as her eyes dart around.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Alric sighs as he casts hold person.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"If this works, you should heal faster."
So does Ana, closing her eyes joyfully.
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.)
"Okay..." he whispers
"That was...nice.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
30 WIS save
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I see... however, that sounds like exactly what I'm looking for!*
KK is nearby, sitting under a tree as she draws concepts of what will be her wedding attire. She doesn't seem to notice Porter is there.
Helianth enters the Spelljammer, almost taking up the entire width of the hallway with its myriad roots and arms and flower heads, contorting its crooked form to fit through the doorway into the 'kitchen'. "What are you working on, love?" It asks him.
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 gently grabs her hand, crouching down to her level as the blood stands out like ink against his paper-white skin. "Don't panic. Nothing good ever results from panicking. First Peter 5:7. Cast all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you." His hands are surprisingly soft for a man who wields a sledgehammer.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.