*Still here if anyone wants to take the time to rp.*
*I'd love to! Want a new interaction or an old one?*
*Either would be lovely, but I don't have a preference, do you?*
*Let's go with... a new interaction!*
The possessed shadow is in the forest, silently floating in place, thinking about names.
Mavis is on the airship, cleaning her monster hunting gear before she tries to go on her first proper hunt.
Merabelle is never too far behind, though they made sure not to interfere with their thought process, walking weakly, seemingly sick.
Thorfinn comes back from a hunt that took around 20 minutes, most of it spent with combat. He sits down on one of the barrels, covered in sweat.
It drifts over to her, sensing this. "You seem weaker... are you alright?" It asks, its normally unnervingly emotionless whispering having just the faintest bit of... well, the closest thing it can feel to worry, at least.
She doesn't look over at him as he sits down, though she does notice his arrival. "How'd it go?" She asks, loading new shells into her Gunlance.
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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)
It drifts over to her, sensing this. "You seem weaker... are you alright?" It asks, its normally unnervingly emotionless whispering having just the faintest bit of... well, the closest thing it can feel to worry, at least.
She doesn't look over at him as he sits down, though she does notice his arrival. "How'd it go?" She asks, loading new shells into her Gunlance.
She leans against a tree, looking down at the ground, her veins turning black with ichor and the coincidences of dark magic. She pushes herself up, looking over to them "Of course I am, sweetheart, don't worry 'bout me none."
"About as well as you would expect." He takes off his shirt, twisting it as all the sweat from the hunt had accumulated onto it, "You need a partner for yours?"
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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 laughs. "Tis a curse of a god, the endless knowledge in the world. It's nice to meet you though, in the flesh. Care for a drink? something to eat?"
She looks to him and smiles, beginning to eat. "So, how you been?"
"I see. Nice to meet you, I'm Time." she seems to be humble about it, smiling and revealing canid like fangs
"A cup of ice would be nice, but you likely already knew that. Being known by a god such as yourself, its pretty flattering, even if it doesn't mean anything." He laughs with them.
He begins to eat his own food, happily "Amazing, staying strong, happy, family is doing well."
"It is an honor to meet you, to say the least. I expected time to be closer to a wizened old man than a beautiful woman." He chuckles, continuing to tap his feet.
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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.'
It drifts over to her, sensing this. "You seem weaker... are you alright?" It asks, its normally unnervingly emotionless whispering having just the faintest bit of... well, the closest thing it can feel to worry, at least.
She doesn't look over at him as he sits down, though she does notice his arrival. "How'd it go?" She asks, loading new shells into her Gunlance.
She leans against a tree, looking down at the ground, her veins turning black with ichor and the coincidences of dark magic. She pushes herself up, looking over to them "Of course I am, sweetheart, don't worry 'bout me none."
"About as well as you would expect." He takes off his shirt, twisting it as all the sweat from the hunt had accumulated onto it, "You need a partner for yours?"
It turns its head to look at the black veins in her arm, sensing a similar energy to itself. "Dark energy... please, do not lie to me... what's causing this?"
She nods in response, beginning to polish her shield. "Sure, though I'm not setting off for a little while. Gotta make sure my gear's all in good shape."
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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)
It drifts over to her, sensing this. "You seem weaker... are you alright?" It asks, its normally unnervingly emotionless whispering having just the faintest bit of... well, the closest thing it can feel to worry, at least.
She doesn't look over at him as he sits down, though she does notice his arrival. "How'd it go?" She asks, loading new shells into her Gunlance.
She leans against a tree, looking down at the ground, her veins turning black with ichor and the coincidences of dark magic. She pushes herself up, looking over to them "Of course I am, sweetheart, don't worry 'bout me none."
"About as well as you would expect." He takes off his shirt, twisting it as all the sweat from the hunt had accumulated onto it, "You need a partner for yours?"
It turns its head to look at the black veins in her arm, sensing a similar energy to itself. "Dark energy... please, do not lie to me... what's causing this?"
She nods in response, beginning to polish her shield. "Sure, though I'm not setting off for a little while. Gotta make sure my gear's all in good shape."
She sighs, putting a hand over the black veins, "I've been like this fer a long time, what I get fer makin' choices like tryin' ta stop an evil god with dark magic. I'll be okay, don't worry, sweetheart."
"I needed some time to rest anyway. Have you checked out the Palico cafe? They have food there that's so good some people say it makes you stronger when fighting monsters." He says, passing them a pumice stone.
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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 laughs. "Tis a curse of a god, the endless knowledge in the world. It's nice to meet you though, in the flesh. Care for a drink? something to eat?"
She looks to him and smiles, beginning to eat. "So, how you been?"
"I see. Nice to meet you, I'm Time." she seems to be humble about it, smiling and revealing canid like fangs
"A cup of ice would be nice, but you likely already knew that. Being known by a god such as yourself, its pretty flattering, even if it doesn't mean anything." He laughs with them.
He begins to eat his own food, happily "Amazing, staying strong, happy, family is doing well."
"It is an honor to meet you, to say the least. I expected time to be closer to a wizened old man than a beautiful woman." He chuckles, continuing to tap his feet.
"Yes, but I had to confirm." she smiles. "would you like to come sit in the recliners with me?" she says as she gets up, shuffling to the kitchen
"Wonderful. This food's awesome, thanks." she eats slowly
"Well, he was. then he died." she lolls her head, cracking her neck. "I've had the helm of Mistress Time for...about four hundred years."
He shrugs, moving his hair from his face for a moment to find his way to the recliners, sitting down in them, sighing happily "Thank you, you are too kind."
"Anything for you, my beloved." He finishes his plate much quicker, beginning to clean.
"And I assume you have come quite well into the role." He says calmly, smiling at them with a friendly smile, "Someone of such great importance, speaking to me."
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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.'
It drifts over to her, sensing this. "You seem weaker... are you alright?" It asks, its normally unnervingly emotionless whispering having just the faintest bit of... well, the closest thing it can feel to worry, at least.
She doesn't look over at him as he sits down, though she does notice his arrival. "How'd it go?" She asks, loading new shells into her Gunlance.
She leans against a tree, looking down at the ground, her veins turning black with ichor and the coincidences of dark magic. She pushes herself up, looking over to them "Of course I am, sweetheart, don't worry 'bout me none."
"About as well as you would expect." He takes off his shirt, twisting it as all the sweat from the hunt had accumulated onto it, "You need a partner for yours?"
It turns its head to look at the black veins in her arm, sensing a similar energy to itself. "Dark energy... please, do not lie to me... what's causing this?"
She nods in response, beginning to polish her shield. "Sure, though I'm not setting off for a little while. Gotta make sure my gear's all in good shape."
She sighs, putting a hand over the black veins, "I've been like this fer a long time, what I get fer makin' choices like tryin' ta stop an evil god with dark magic. I'll be okay, don't worry, sweetheart."
"I needed some time to rest anyway. Have you checked out the Palico cafe? They have food there that's so good some people say it makes you stronger when fighting monsters." He says, passing them a pumice stone.
"...Understood." It simply replies, drifting over and sitting on a rock beside them, returning to its pondering.
She catches the stone, using it to polish her shield. "Thanks. I checked it out, though I haven't tried anything there yet. I'm still not super used to the idea of eating food made of monsters."
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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 laughs. "Tis a curse of a god, the endless knowledge in the world. It's nice to meet you though, in the flesh. Care for a drink? something to eat?"
She looks to him and smiles, beginning to eat. "So, how you been?"
"I see. Nice to meet you, I'm Time." she seems to be humble about it, smiling and revealing canid like fangs
"A cup of ice would be nice, but you likely already knew that. Being known by a god such as yourself, its pretty flattering, even if it doesn't mean anything." He laughs with them.
He begins to eat his own food, happily "Amazing, staying strong, happy, family is doing well."
"It is an honor to meet you, to say the least. I expected time to be closer to a wizened old man than a beautiful woman." He chuckles, continuing to tap his feet.
"Yes, but I had to confirm." she smiles. "would you like to come sit in the recliners with me?" she says as she gets up, shuffling to the kitchen
"Wonderful. This food's awesome, thanks." she eats slowly
"Well, he was. then he died." she lolls her head, cracking her neck. "I've had the helm of Mistress Time for...about four hundred years."
He shrugs, moving his hair from his face for a moment to find his way to the recliners, sitting down in them, sighing happily "Thank you, you are too kind."
"Anything for you, my beloved." He finishes his plate much quicker, beginning to clean.
"And I assume you have come quite well into the role." He says calmly, smiling at them with a friendly smile, "Someone of such great importance, speaking to me."
"No, not in the slightest." she returns with the cup of ice and hands it to him, sitting in the recliner next to him
She finishes not long afterward, helping him. "Hey.. what if I told you.."
"A little. Well, I heard your humming, and I recognised the song.. What else is an ancient bored woman to do when she hears a song from long ago?"
He happily takes the cup, entirely grateful as he begins to crunch on the ice, “I didn’t expect to find you here, but I do enjoy surprises, and you’re the best one I’ve encountered yet.”
He looks down at them curiously “If you told me what? Anything, just say it.”
He chuckles and leans back in his chair before noticing his feet in a puddle of his own blood “I suppose you’re right, excuse me, I must.” He takes his shoes off, beginning to pluck the glass shards out.
It drifts over to her, sensing this. "You seem weaker... are you alright?" It asks, its normally unnervingly emotionless whispering having just the faintest bit of... well, the closest thing it can feel to worry, at least.
She doesn't look over at him as he sits down, though she does notice his arrival. "How'd it go?" She asks, loading new shells into her Gunlance.
She leans against a tree, looking down at the ground, her veins turning black with ichor and the coincidences of dark magic. She pushes herself up, looking over to them "Of course I am, sweetheart, don't worry 'bout me none."
"About as well as you would expect." He takes off his shirt, twisting it as all the sweat from the hunt had accumulated onto it, "You need a partner for yours?"
It turns its head to look at the black veins in her arm, sensing a similar energy to itself. "Dark energy... please, do not lie to me... what's causing this?"
She nods in response, beginning to polish her shield. "Sure, though I'm not setting off for a little while. Gotta make sure my gear's all in good shape."
She sighs, putting a hand over the black veins, "I've been like this fer a long time, what I get fer makin' choices like tryin' ta stop an evil god with dark magic. I'll be okay, don't worry, sweetheart."
"I needed some time to rest anyway. Have you checked out the Palico cafe? They have food there that's so good some people say it makes you stronger when fighting monsters." He says, passing them a pumice stone.
"...Understood." It simply replies, drifting over and sitting on a rock beside them, returning to its pondering.
She catches the stone, using it to polish her shield. "Thanks. I checked it out, though I haven't tried anything there yet. I'm still not super used to the idea of eating food made of monsters."
She sits down next to them, fidgeting with her hands, “Sweetheart, when I tell ya somethin’, don’t think ya have ta follow it, if ya feel that ya shouldn’t have ta listen, don’t.”
“It’s just the circle of life, after all, we don’t want to waste anything that they’ve made, every part of the monster is good for something, and we don’t kill just for the sake of killing something.”
She laughs. "Tis a curse of a god, the endless knowledge in the world. It's nice to meet you though, in the flesh. Care for a drink? something to eat?"
She looks to him and smiles, beginning to eat. "So, how you been?"
"I see. Nice to meet you, I'm Time." she seems to be humble about it, smiling and revealing canid like fangs
"A cup of ice would be nice, but you likely already knew that. Being known by a god such as yourself, its pretty flattering, even if it doesn't mean anything." He laughs with them.
He begins to eat his own food, happily "Amazing, staying strong, happy, family is doing well."
"It is an honor to meet you, to say the least. I expected time to be closer to a wizened old man than a beautiful woman." He chuckles, continuing to tap his feet.
"Yes, but I had to confirm." she smiles. "would you like to come sit in the recliners with me?" she says as she gets up, shuffling to the kitchen
"Wonderful. This food's awesome, thanks." she eats slowly
"Well, he was. then he died." she lolls her head, cracking her neck. "I've had the helm of Mistress Time for...about four hundred years."
He shrugs, moving his hair from his face for a moment to find his way to the recliners, sitting down in them, sighing happily "Thank you, you are too kind."
"Anything for you, my beloved." He finishes his plate much quicker, beginning to clean.
"And I assume you have come quite well into the role." He says calmly, smiling at them with a friendly smile, "Someone of such great importance, speaking to me."
"No, not in the slightest." she returns with the cup of ice and hands it to him, sitting in the recliner next to him
She finishes not long afterward, helping him. "Hey.. what if I told you.."
"A little. Well, I heard your humming, and I recognised the song.. What else is an ancient bored woman to do when she hears a song from long ago?"
He happily takes the cup, entirely grateful as he begins to crunch on the ice, “I didn’t expect to find you here, but I do enjoy surprises, and you’re the best one I’ve encountered yet.”
He looks down at them curiously “If you told me what? Anything, just say it.”
He chuckles and leans back in his chair before noticing his feet in a puddle of his own blood “I suppose you’re right, excuse me, I must.” He takes his shoes off, beginning to pluck the glass shards out.
"So, how long've you known about me? I'm.. pretty obscure." she laughs
"That I was pregnant? I'm not, I swear!" she says, panicking a bit.
The blood flow stops, the ticking sound eminating from her slowing. "Here you go."
“I traveled a long ways, and a lot of places, picked up a lot of religions, maybe… 5 years ago at the most.”
He thinks for a moment before looking back down at them “I would be happy, though I wouldn’t be sure we’re ready.”
He looks up to them, astonished for a moment before taking advantage, removing all of the shards.
*I remade Porter's build and gave him a bit more backstory and motivation. He is now really good with light hammers, a holy being, and an even better mage than before.*
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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.
It drifts over to her, sensing this. "You seem weaker... are you alright?" It asks, its normally unnervingly emotionless whispering having just the faintest bit of... well, the closest thing it can feel to worry, at least.
She doesn't look over at him as he sits down, though she does notice his arrival. "How'd it go?" She asks, loading new shells into her Gunlance.
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 leans against a tree, looking down at the ground, her veins turning black with ichor and the coincidences of dark magic. She pushes herself up, looking over to them "Of course I am, sweetheart, don't worry 'bout me none."
"About as well as you would expect." He takes off his shirt, twisting it as all the sweat from the hunt had accumulated onto it, "You need a partner for yours?"
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 cup of ice would be nice, but you likely already knew that. Being known by a god such as yourself, its pretty flattering, even if it doesn't mean anything." He laughs with them.
He begins to eat his own food, happily "Amazing, staying strong, happy, family is doing well."
"It is an honor to meet you, to say the least. I expected time to be closer to a wizened old man than a beautiful woman." He chuckles, continuing to tap his feet.
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.)
It turns its head to look at the black veins in her arm, sensing a similar energy to itself. "Dark energy... please, do not lie to me... what's causing this?"
She nods in response, beginning to polish her shield. "Sure, though I'm not setting off for a little while. Gotta make sure my gear's all in good shape."
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 sighs, putting a hand over the black veins, "I've been like this fer a long time, what I get fer makin' choices like tryin' ta stop an evil god with dark magic. I'll be okay, don't worry, sweetheart."
"I needed some time to rest anyway. Have you checked out the Palico cafe? They have food there that's so good some people say it makes you stronger when fighting monsters." He says, passing them a pumice stone.
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 shrugs, moving his hair from his face for a moment to find his way to the recliners, sitting down in them, sighing happily "Thank you, you are too kind."
"Anything for you, my beloved." He finishes his plate much quicker, beginning to clean.
"And I assume you have come quite well into the role." He says calmly, smiling at them with a friendly smile, "Someone of such great importance, speaking to me."
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.)
"...Understood." It simply replies, drifting over and sitting on a rock beside them, returning to its pondering.
She catches the stone, using it to polish her shield. "Thanks. I checked it out, though I haven't tried anything there yet. I'm still not super used to the idea of eating food made of monsters."
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)
*Blah, I wanna use Misha.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I want to make a pair of fey acrobats that are twins.*
He happily takes the cup, entirely grateful as he begins to crunch on the ice, “I didn’t expect to find you here, but I do enjoy surprises, and you’re the best one I’ve encountered yet.”
He looks down at them curiously “If you told me what? Anything, just say it.”
He chuckles and leans back in his chair before noticing his feet in a puddle of his own blood “I suppose you’re right, excuse me, I must.” He takes his shoes off, beginning to pluck the glass shards out.
She sits down next to them, fidgeting with her hands, “Sweetheart, when I tell ya somethin’, don’t think ya have ta follow it, if ya feel that ya shouldn’t have ta listen, don’t.”
“It’s just the circle of life, after all, we don’t want to waste anything that they’ve made, every part of the monster is good for something, and we don’t kill just for the sake of killing something.”
“I traveled a long ways, and a lot of places, picked up a lot of religions, maybe… 5 years ago at the most.”
He thinks for a moment before looking back down at them “I would be happy, though I wouldn’t be sure we’re ready.”
He looks up to them, astonished for a moment before taking advantage, removing all of the shards.
*I remade Porter's build and gave him a bit more backstory and motivation. He is now really good with light hammers, a holy being, and an even better mage than before.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
(hi Arch)
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