He narrows his eyes, exhaling smoke from behind his mask 'And what was that eh?"
Curious, she stalks a little closer.
She laughs nervously, smiling brightly "It ain't nothin' ya should worry 'bout, how's the weddin' preparations goin'?"
He wraps the wound, stanching the flow for even just a moment before beginning to put his plate back on, his soothing aura returning.
He folds his arms "Don't be changin' the subject." He tilts his head, "Whats that about?" he gestures to her arms.
She hides behind the tree again, standing completely still.
She sighs, moving her hands to show them the veins full of burning black ichor, "Just some dark magic, how I got the nickname 'the black blood'."
He sighs, muttering something to himself "I can do this, I've still got some time left." He cracks his neck, and stretches his shoulders, looking to see if anyone's around. Perception:18
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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.'
He narrows his eyes, exhaling smoke from behind his mask 'And what was that eh?"
Curious, she stalks a little closer.
She laughs nervously, smiling brightly "It ain't nothin' ya should worry 'bout, how's the weddin' preparations goin'?"
He wraps the wound, stanching the flow for even just a moment before beginning to put his plate back on, his soothing aura returning.
He folds his arms "Don't be changin' the subject." He tilts his head, "Whats that about?" he gestures to her arms.
She hides behind the tree again, standing completely still.
She sighs, moving her hands to show them the veins full of burning black ichor, "Just some dark magic, how I got the nickname 'the black blood'."
He sighs, muttering something to himself "I can do this, I've still got some time left." He cracks his neck, and stretches his shoulders, looking to see if anyone's around. Perception:25
He grunts and kneels down, checking over the veins with his hand before humming in thought. "How long was this for?"
He can tell Misha is there, though she is hiding behind the tree.
He grunts and kneels down, checking over the veins with his hand before humming in thought. "How long was this for?"
He can tell Misha is there, though she is hiding behind the tree.
*I think Eithan is my luckiest character. It's official.*
"I had these a long time, but they only got real bad recently. You know when." She says, ashamed of herself, Samaritan can feel the burning even outside of her body.
He chuckles, sitting back down and patting the spot next to him, "You don't have to come out, Lady Misha, but you don't have to hide either."
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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 bones snap into place and the flesh closes up as he sighs. "Thanks man. Exorcism is hard. I mean, look at this guy." He gestures to Stigmata. "He's way out of my league, but I have to kill him because he's a Nightmare and he's here."
The eldritch being slowly turns his 'head' to Rag, splinters falling out of his hat and fluffy neck frill as he does so. He slowly enters a more casual pose, his limbs shaking as the foot-long spikes of wood fall out.
Eithan sighs, looking back up to them "If he's out of your league then don't fight him. I have met harmless Nightmares, and despite the scene around me, he doesn't seem to want to harm anyone. If that were true, you would be dead." He says, speaking quite logically.
He looks to them, and then to the spikes, before chuckling and shaking his head. He sits down in front of them, crossing his legs and giving them a friendly smile, "Nice to meet you, I am Ragnerious, but most just call me Rag. Can you speak an understandable language?"
He thinks, then nods. "True. I mean, he's an Incursion, right? Not like there's gonna be two of them in the same place, and as long as he's not hurting anyone I don't see why I can't just file him as 'Neutralized.'"
"I speak all of them, even ones that children made up so that their friends couldn't understand them." He tips the floppy brim of his hat, bowing a little bit. "I'm Snausage Stigmata. Most people use my last name, since I don't have a family that shares it anyway."
Isaac is using a damp rag to clean off his metal bird
Gravedigger is in a clearing holding a small glass sphere. A hologram of a map is being projected out of the sphere
Xan appears behind him, grinning. He brushes his golden hair from his eyes and tilts his head "Hi there."
Misha is out in the woods, setting up slips for rabbits.
Isaac smiles at him "how are you doing?"
Gravedigger dismisses the map when he sees her "hello there"
He shrugs "Im okay. You?"
She looks up, tilting her head "o-Oh sorry, i didnt mean to bother you."
"i'm doing well enough" the bird chirps at Xan
"it's fine, I was finishing up anyways"
Xan tries to mimic the noise but ends up laughing.
"Okay.." She shrugs and ties up another slip
"you were pretty close" Isaac is laughing as well
"what are those for?"
"Sorry, I aint as good as i used to be with mimicking folks." He shrugs.
"Rabbits, good for eating."
He ruffles Xan's hair
"I'm not one for hunting anymore, but I do still find the craft interesting"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
He grunts and kneels down, checking over the veins with his hand before humming in thought. "How long was this for?"
He can tell Misha is there, though she is hiding behind the tree.
*I think Eithan is my luckiest character. It's official.*
"I had these a long time, but they only got real bad recently. You know when." She says, ashamed of herself, Samaritan can feel the burning even outside of her body.
He chuckles, sitting back down and patting the spot next to him, "You don't have to come out, Lady Misha, but you don't have to hide either."
He sighs and sits down beside her "Merabelle.. I will say this both as your manager and as your friend, this is not good. Evil magic is something that can really damage someone's body." He fiddled with his lighter, "I would suggest going to a cleric or a healer and having them look at it."
She peeks out from behind the tree, nervous "S-Sorry.."
Porter is sitting against a tree, bleeding heavily from his forehead, belly, and shoulder as he smokes a blunt with his only non-broken limb. It is the only surviving tree within 15 meters of his location.
Standing in the brutally created clearing, filled with shards of wood, stands Stigmata, seemingly frozen in a writhing/dancing(?) pose but otherwise undamaged... except emotionally.
Misha, who was setting up rabbit slips, notices the lack of trees and looks towards him and the only surviving one. She tilts her head to the side, confused, before walking over. "Are you alright?" she asks, her brows furrowed in concern.
Angel watches for a moment, his wings folded around him like a cloak. They walk over, tapping a taloned-claw against them.
"No. I feel fine, but I think I'm in trouble." He blows out some smoke. "I had to pull out my emergency weed to stay calm."
The statue-like monster slowly, stutteringly, turns to face Angel, foot-long shards of trees falling out of him. He holds out his hands to the fiend, as if offering them.
The bones snap into place and the flesh closes up as he sighs. "Thanks man. Exorcism is hard. I mean, look at this guy." He gestures to Stigmata. "He's way out of my league, but I have to kill him because he's a Nightmare and he's here."
The eldritch being slowly turns his 'head' to Rag, splinters falling out of his hat and fluffy neck frill as he does so. He slowly enters a more casual pose, his limbs shaking as the foot-long spikes of wood fall out.
Eithan sighs, looking back up to them "If he's out of your league then don't fight him. I have met harmless Nightmares, and despite the scene around me, he doesn't seem to want to harm anyone. If that were true, you would be dead." He says, speaking quite logically.
He looks to them, and then to the spikes, before chuckling and shaking his head. He sits down in front of them, crossing his legs and giving them a friendly smile, "Nice to meet you, I am Ragnerious, but most just call me Rag. Can you speak an understandable language?"
He thinks, then nods. "True. I mean, he's an Incursion, right? Not like there's gonna be two of them in the same place, and as long as he's not hurting anyone I don't see why I can't just file him as 'Neutralized.'"
"I speak all of them, even ones that children made up so that their friends couldn't understand them." He tips the floppy brim of his hat, bowing a little bit. "I'm Snausage Stigmata. Most people use my last name, since I don't have a family that shares it anyway."
"Sounds perfect. Peace is the best option, fighting only comes when one side refuses peace." He says, pulling them back to standing after giving them some time to recover, taking off his helmet to smell the air.
He returns the slight bow with a smile, chuckling as he decides that he already likes this person "You don't have any biological family, and I can guess you've only recently arrived. Stigmata, I'll remember that name. Is there any particular reason you've come to town?"
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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 against a tree, bleeding heavily from his forehead, belly, and shoulder as he smokes a blunt with his only non-broken limb. It is the only surviving tree within 15 meters of his location.
Standing in the brutally created clearing, filled with shards of wood, stands Stigmata, seemingly frozen in a writhing/dancing(?) pose but otherwise undamaged... except emotionally.
Misha, who was setting up rabbit slips, notices the lack of trees and looks towards him and the only surviving one. She tilts her head to the side, confused, before walking over. "Are you alright?" she asks, her brows furrowed in concern.
Angel watches for a moment, his wings folded around him like a cloak. They walk over, tapping a taloned-claw against them.
"No. I feel fine, but I think I'm in trouble." He blows out some smoke. "I had to pull out my emergency weed to stay calm."
The statue-like monster slowly, stutteringly, turns to face Angel, foot-long shards of trees falling out of him. He holds out his hands to the fiend, as if offering them.
Misha raises her brows, surprised, "I did not know you could get hurt. You seemed well equipped when I first met you.."
Angel watches and tilts his head from side to side. A telepathic voice enters their mind 'Who are you'
He grunts and kneels down, checking over the veins with his hand before humming in thought. "How long was this for?"
He can tell Misha is there, though she is hiding behind the tree.
*I think Eithan is my luckiest character. It's official.*
"I had these a long time, but they only got real bad recently. You know when." She says, ashamed of herself, Samaritan can feel the burning even outside of her body.
He chuckles, sitting back down and patting the spot next to him, "You don't have to come out, Lady Misha, but you don't have to hide either."
He sighs and sits down beside her "Merabelle.. I will say this both as your manager and as your friend, this is not good. Evil magic is something that can really damage someone's body." He fiddled with his lighter, "I would suggest going to a cleric or a healer and having them look at it."
She peeks out from behind the tree, nervous "S-Sorry.."
"I just did it at save my kids, an' I promised Theren already that I ain't gonna do anymore that I don't need ta. I dealt with bad magic an' voodoo befer, I'll be okay, I promised, Samaritan." She says, always having a cigar on hand to spare, holding it out to the lighter.
He chuckles, placing his helmet next to himself as he looks over to where they are "Don't be sorry, you were curious, I can't blame you for that. I'm the same way. You can come sit over here if you'd like."
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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.'
He grunts and kneels down, checking over the veins with his hand before humming in thought. "How long was this for?"
He can tell Misha is there, though she is hiding behind the tree.
*I think Eithan is my luckiest character. It's official.*
"I had these a long time, but they only got real bad recently. You know when." She says, ashamed of herself, Samaritan can feel the burning even outside of her body.
He chuckles, sitting back down and patting the spot next to him, "You don't have to come out, Lady Misha, but you don't have to hide either."
He sighs and sits down beside her "Merabelle.. I will say this both as your manager and as your friend, this is not good. Evil magic is something that can really damage someone's body." He fiddled with his lighter, "I would suggest going to a cleric or a healer and having them look at it."
She peeks out from behind the tree, nervous "S-Sorry.."
"I just did it at save my kids, an' I promised Theren already that I ain't gonna do anymore that I don't need ta. I dealt with bad magic an' voodoo befer, I'll be okay, I promised, Samaritan." She says, always having a cigar on hand to spare, holding it out to the lighter.
He chuckles, placing his helmet next to himself as he looks over to where they are "Don't be sorry, you were curious, I can't blame you for that. I'm the same way. You can come sit over here if you'd like."
He lights it for her and places a hand on her shoulder, "I want you to be safe, Merabelle." he said, his tone soft.
She walks over slowly and sits down beside him, smoothing out her skirts.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
He thinks, then nods. "True. I mean, he's an Incursion, right? Not like there's gonna be two of them in the same place, and as long as he's not hurting anyone I don't see why I can't just file him as 'Neutralized.'"
"I speak all of them, even ones that children made up so that their friends couldn't understand them." He tips the floppy brim of his hat, bowing a little bit. "I'm Snausage Stigmata. Most people use my last name, since I don't have a family that shares it anyway."
"Sounds perfect. Peace is the best option, fighting only comes when one side refuses peace." He says, pulling them back to standing after giving them some time to recover, taking off his helmet to smell the air.
He returns the slight bow with a smile, chuckling as he decides that he already likes this person "You don't have any biological family, and I can guess you've only recently arrived. Stigmata, I'll remember that name. Is there any particular reason you've come to town?"
Porter smells the air as well. It smells like pine and woodsmoke, and a little bit of weed. "Why do you think some are hostile and some aren't? I mean, they mimic fears, right? So they should all be at least somewhat threatening, if you think about it."
"Oh, mostly convenience. Time-and-space-wise, this is a very dangerous and emotionally resonant area. Easy place for Nightmares to manifest. Also, I heard they had meat buns, and I've never had them before. Well, I've never had anything before, but imagine a big meat bun!" He gestures with his hands as he speaks, making the shape of the meat bun. He may be overestimating its size, about six inches in diameter.
He lights it for her and places a hand on her shoulder, "I want you to be safe, Merabelle." he said, his tone soft.
She walks over slowly and sits down beside him, smoothing out her skirts.
She puts the cigar in her mouth, letting it sit and burn as she looks over to them. For a moment, she just sighs, before hugging them tightly, and suddenly, "Thank ya, ya big softy."
He gives them space to sit, smiling softly "Don't feel bad, do you want to know more about my condition?"
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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.'
He lights it for her and places a hand on her shoulder, "I want you to be safe, Merabelle." he said, his tone soft.
She walks over slowly and sits down beside him, smoothing out her skirts.
She puts the cigar in her mouth, letting it sit and burn as she looks over to them. For a moment, she just sighs, before hugging them tightly, and suddenly, "Thank ya, ya big softy."
He gives them space to sit, smiling softly "Don't feel bad, do you want to know more about my condition?"
Samaritan tenses a bit before hugging her back "I aint a softy, just worried. I take care of my soldiers."
She nods, watching them with owlish eyes.
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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She sighs, moving her hands to show them the veins full of burning black ichor, "Just some dark magic, how I got the nickname 'the black blood'."
He sighs, muttering something to himself "I can do this, I've still got some time left." He cracks his neck, and stretches his shoulders, looking to see if anyone's around. Perception:18
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.)
"Sorry, I aint as good as i used to be with mimicking folks." He shrugs.
"Rabbits, good for eating."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He grunts and kneels down, checking over the veins with his hand before humming in thought. "How long was this for?"
He can tell Misha is there, though she is hiding behind the tree.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*I think Eithan is my luckiest character. It's official.*
"I had these a long time, but they only got real bad recently. You know when." She says, ashamed of herself, Samaritan can feel the burning even outside of her body.
He chuckles, sitting back down and patting the spot next to him, "You don't have to come out, Lady Misha, but you don't have to hide either."
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 thinks, then nods. "True. I mean, he's an Incursion, right? Not like there's gonna be two of them in the same place, and as long as he's not hurting anyone I don't see why I can't just file him as 'Neutralized.'"
"I speak all of them, even ones that children made up so that their friends couldn't understand them." He tips the floppy brim of his hat, bowing a little bit. "I'm Snausage Stigmata. Most people use my last name, since I don't have a family that shares it anyway."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He ruffles Xan's hair
"I'm not one for hunting anymore, but I do still find the craft interesting"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
He sighs and sits down beside her "Merabelle.. I will say this both as your manager and as your friend, this is not good. Evil magic is something that can really damage someone's body." He fiddled with his lighter, "I would suggest going to a cleric or a healer and having them look at it."
She peeks out from behind the tree, nervous "S-Sorry.."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"No. I feel fine, but I think I'm in trouble." He blows out some smoke. "I had to pull out my emergency weed to stay calm."
The statue-like monster slowly, stutteringly, turns to face Angel, foot-long shards of trees falling out of him. He holds out his hands to the fiend, as if offering them.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Sounds perfect. Peace is the best option, fighting only comes when one side refuses peace." He says, pulling them back to standing after giving them some time to recover, taking off his helmet to smell the air.
He returns the slight bow with a smile, chuckling as he decides that he already likes this person "You don't have any biological family, and I can guess you've only recently arrived. Stigmata, I'll remember that name. Is there any particular reason you've come to town?"
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.)
*[walks over, wearing a not-at-all convincing human disguise] Good morning! How do you do, fellow humans?*
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)
Misha raises her brows, surprised, "I did not know you could get hurt. You seemed well equipped when I first met you.."
Angel watches and tilts his head from side to side. A telepathic voice enters their mind 'Who are you'
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I just did it at save my kids, an' I promised Theren already that I ain't gonna do anymore that I don't need ta. I dealt with bad magic an' voodoo befer, I'll be okay, I promised, Samaritan." She says, always having a cigar on hand to spare, holding it out to the lighter.
He chuckles, placing his helmet next to himself as he looks over to where they are "Don't be sorry, you were curious, I can't blame you for that. I'm the same way. You can come sit over here if you'd like."
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.)
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Yvonne, you aren't convincing anyone, we all know you are non euclidean in nature. Anyway, good to see you, I'm okay.*
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 lights it for her and places a hand on her shoulder, "I want you to be safe, Merabelle." he said, his tone soft.
She walks over slowly and sits down beside him, smoothing out her skirts.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
(gtg. i'll be back later :D)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Porter smells the air as well. It smells like pine and woodsmoke, and a little bit of weed. "Why do you think some are hostile and some aren't? I mean, they mimic fears, right? So they should all be at least somewhat threatening, if you think about it."
"Oh, mostly convenience. Time-and-space-wise, this is a very dangerous and emotionally resonant area. Easy place for Nightmares to manifest. Also, I heard they had meat buns, and I've never had them before. Well, I've never had anything before, but imagine a big meat bun!" He gestures with his hands as he speaks, making the shape of the meat bun. He may be overestimating its size, about six inches in diameter.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She puts the cigar in her mouth, letting it sit and burn as she looks over to them. For a moment, she just sighs, before hugging them tightly, and suddenly, "Thank ya, ya big softy."
He gives them space to sit, smiling softly "Don't feel bad, do you want to know more about my condition?"
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.)
*Ah, quite well fellow human. Care for some RP?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Samaritan tenses a bit before hugging her back "I aint a softy, just worried. I take care of my soldiers."
She nods, watching them with owlish eyes.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘