Porter is sitting on a pile of dead fiends in the woods, trying to smoke a cigarette. His matches are wet with blood, much like his apron, face, sweater, hands, pants, shoes, and holy sledgehammer.
Baegoji is in his accursed fox form, lazing around in the tavern and basically daring everyone around him to do something about it as Oris sleeps at his feet.
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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.
Porter is sitting on a pile of dead fiends in the woods, trying to smoke a cigarette. His matches are wet with blood, much like his apron, face, sweater, hands, pants, shoes, and holy sledgehammer.
Baegoji is in his accursed fox form, lazing around in the tavern and basically daring everyone around him to do something about it as Oris sleeps at his feet.
Eito isn’t far away beside Omi’s house, regarding creation.
Riotan walks over to him, staring at him wordlessly.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He takes off his headphones and straightens his cap, walking into view. His hair and skin are pure white, and his eyes are ruby red, tired and shadowed by his bacon-themed baseball cap. "'Dear children, let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth.' You know that one?"
He 'makes room' for it, taking a couple steps to the side. "Well, I was thinking faux-meat, some sauces, and some things that are really cool but there aren't terms for them that I know. It's working with plasma, and culinary terms mostly relate to solids, liquids, and gases."
She looks up from her notepad fully, all six eyes focused on him. "I've heard it once before, yeah. Why do you ask?" She asks.
"I suppose we'll have to invent the terms ourselves." It replies. "I'd be happy to provide as many stars as it takes for your culinary endeavors, and assist in any other ways I can."
"Because you are filled with Dark Energy. It pools around you, enough to drown out a choir of angels. The only way that could happen would be if you were surrounded by agony and terror and hatred. So, per my job description, I should discretely remove you from humanoid society, but I worry that won't be the best course of action for this case. So... whose actions aren't being loving in this equation? You look like you have something to live for, so I hope that you aren't going around tormenting people."
"I knew you would say that." He hugs one of its serpentine tendrils. "But I really wanted to hear you say it anyway."
*Apologies for the delay*
Her smile drops a bit, as she puts away her notepad and pen and stands up. "I see... well, there's no easy way to say this, but it's... kinda one of my jobs to torment people. Not harm, of course, just frighten. I help run a theme park of sorts- the Faceless Fair- and one of the jobs I do is making sure the park stays actually scary. I don't frighten them myself, but I make all the puppets that do. If it helps my case at all, we inform people of what they're getting into when they go there- the only people that are scared are the ones who showed up because they wanted to be scared."
Two of its horrific arms reach over and hug Felix as well, virtually surrounding him with thorns. "I know you did. That's why I said it." It says to him. "I just want you to be happy, Felix."
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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)
Porter is sitting on a pile of dead fiends in the woods, trying to smoke a cigarette. His matches are wet with blood, much like his apron, face, sweater, hands, pants, shoes, and holy sledgehammer.
Baegoji is in his accursed fox form, lazing around in the tavern and basically daring everyone around him to do something about it as Oris sleeps at his feet.
Eito isn’t far away beside Omi’s house, regarding creation.
Riotan walks over to him, staring at him wordlessly.
Porter limps over, using his hammer as a crutch. "Hey there. How are you today?"
He doesn't seem bothered.
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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 smiles, the tiredness in his eyes becoming slightly less pronounced. "I would be overjoyed to have you. But what about the other guy you mentioned? You know, in there?"
"What about them? They would be willing to help, but they aren't the same as me. They aren't a healer, more killing to protect than healing to protect." He smiles back at them.
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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.'
She is entirely focused on just not falling off the board while it's moving, just inching the board forward every so often as she gets used to keeping her balance atop it.
She smiles back at him. "Okay, I will. One idea I had was each invitation being an origami skull that magically unfolds itself to reveal the writing within, but I don't really know how feasible that would be."
Once they are able to keep their balance, Top steps off of the board and lets them inching forward on their own, letting go of their hands and beginning to watch them.
He thinks about it for a moment before nodding "I can do that, do you have exact measurements or can I do whatever I like with the invitations?" He asks, leading them to another area of the warehouse where some paper is.
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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.'
Porter is sitting on a pile of dead fiends in the woods, trying to smoke a cigarette. His matches are wet with blood, much like his apron, face, sweater, hands, pants, shoes, and holy sledgehammer.
Baegoji is in his accursed fox form, lazing around in the tavern and basically daring everyone around him to do something about it as Oris sleeps at his feet.
Eito isn’t far away beside Omi’s house, regarding creation.
Riotan walks over to him, staring at him wordlessly.
Porter limps over, using his hammer as a crutch. "Hey there. How are you today?"
He doesn't seem bothered.
“Different than before and different than I shall be.”
He leans over Baegoji to the point of barely being balanced at all, merely a centimeter from his face.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
She is entirely focused on just not falling off the board while it's moving, just inching the board forward every so often as she gets used to keeping her balance atop it.
She smiles back at him. "Okay, I will. One idea I had was each invitation being an origami skull that magically unfolds itself to reveal the writing within, but I don't really know how feasible that would be."
Once they are able to keep their balance, Top steps off of the board and lets them inching forward on their own, letting go of their hands and beginning to watch them.
He thinks about it for a moment before nodding "I can do that, do you have exact measurements or can I do whatever I like with the invitations?" He asks, leading them to another area of the warehouse where some paper is.
Omori desperately tries to maintain balance on the board as it slowly drifts forward, though as she continues, her anxiety gives way to joy. "I- I think I'm doing it. I'm doing it, Top! I'm skateb-" The skateboard rolls over a small rock, jostling it slightly. Omori immediately loses her balance and falls flat on her back.
"You can do whatever you like with it design-wise. I'll start writing out some drafts for the final version." She responds, following him and sitting down at her desk, grabbing an ink pen and thinking of what to write.
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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)
"Because you are filled with Dark Energy. It pools around you, enough to drown out a choir of angels. The only way that could happen would be if you were surrounded by agony and terror and hatred. So, per my job description, I should discretely remove you from humanoid society, but I worry that won't be the best course of action for this case. So... whose actions aren't being loving in this equation? You look like you have something to live for, so I hope that you aren't going around tormenting people."
"I knew you would say that." He hugs one of its serpentine tendrils. "But I really wanted to hear you say it anyway."
*Apologies for the delay*
Her smile drops a bit, as she puts away her notepad and pen and stands up. "I see... well, there's no easy way to say this, but it's... kinda one of my jobs to torment people. Not harm, of course, just frighten. I help run a theme park of sorts- the Faceless Fair- and one of the jobs I do is making sure the park stays actually scary. I don't frighten them myself, but I make all the puppets that do. If it helps my case at all, we inform people of what they're getting into when they go there- the only people that are scared are the ones who showed up because they wanted to be scared."
Two of its horrific arms reach over and hug Felix as well, virtually surrounding him with thorns. "I know you did. That's why I said it." It says to him. "I just want you to be happy, Felix."
"I see." He writes something down. "Well, you haven't filed any paperwork to NEO about running an operation that deliberately causes Dark Energy buildup, and thus haven't paid any of the appropriate dues... highly illegal. Nightmare Demons have been running around everywhere, wreaking havoc and possessing people. Because you haven't filed your paperwork properly, NEO has no idea that this is happening and can't send out any damage control. Were you aware of any of this?"
"I know. It's still amazing to me. I want you to be happy too."
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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.
*ay baalze wanna rp*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
She walks over to both of them, looming down on them.
She sits down next to them, smiling at 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.)
He opens his eyes, looking in Loriche's general direction "Excuse me, is there someone there?" His voice friendly and charismatic.
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.)
*Yesh*
Porter is sitting on a pile of dead fiends in the woods, trying to smoke a cigarette. His matches are wet with blood, much like his apron, face, sweater, hands, pants, shoes, and holy sledgehammer.
Baegoji is in his accursed fox form, lazing around in the tavern and basically daring everyone around him to do something about it as Oris sleeps at his feet.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Eito isn’t far away beside Omi’s house, regarding creation.
Riotan walks over to him, staring at him wordlessly.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
“Yeah.” She looks back at him, waving.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Apologies for the delay*
Her smile drops a bit, as she puts away her notepad and pen and stands up. "I see... well, there's no easy way to say this, but it's... kinda one of my jobs to torment people. Not harm, of course, just frighten. I help run a theme park of sorts- the Faceless Fair- and one of the jobs I do is making sure the park stays actually scary. I don't frighten them myself, but I make all the puppets that do. If it helps my case at all, we inform people of what they're getting into when they go there- the only people that are scared are the ones who showed up because they wanted to be scared."
Two of its horrific arms reach over and hug Felix as well, virtually surrounding him with thorns. "I know you did. That's why I said it." It says to him. "I just want you to be happy, Felix."
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)
Porter limps over, using his hammer as a crutch. "Hey there. How are you today?"
He doesn't seem bothered.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"What about them? They would be willing to help, but they aren't the same as me. They aren't a healer, more killing to protect than healing to protect." He smiles back at 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.)
He takes one hand off of his blade, waving back "Nice to meet 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.)
*Sory, powers out at our school lol*
Oliver shoves the kid and the kid shoves him back.
Leo leans against her.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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.)
“Different than before and different than I shall be.”
He leans over Baegoji to the point of barely being balanced at all, merely a centimeter from his face.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
“What brings you to this neck of the woods?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*It is all good, man.*
She sighs, picking both of them up by their shirts "Stop fightin'!"
She holds them in her arms, leaning against them as well.
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 squirms. "He started it!" he shouts hoarsely.
"This was a great honeymoon choice."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Omori desperately tries to maintain balance on the board as it slowly drifts forward, though as she continues, her anxiety gives way to joy. "I- I think I'm doing it. I'm doing it, Top! I'm skateb-" The skateboard rolls over a small rock, jostling it slightly. Omori immediately loses her balance and falls flat on her back.
"You can do whatever you like with it design-wise. I'll start writing out some drafts for the final version." She responds, following him and sitting down at her desk, grabbing an ink pen and thinking of what to write.
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)
"I have just some here to meditate, I found it a silent place."
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 see." He writes something down. "Well, you haven't filed any paperwork to NEO about running an operation that deliberately causes Dark Energy buildup, and thus haven't paid any of the appropriate dues... highly illegal. Nightmare Demons have been running around everywhere, wreaking havoc and possessing people. Because you haven't filed your paperwork properly, NEO has no idea that this is happening and can't send out any damage control. Were you aware of any of this?"
"I know. It's still amazing to me. I want you to be happy too."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“That’s rare in these parts. Always some murder or explosion or fight or proposal or something.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.