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.
"Because everything that is sentient has motivation, and evil is as much a motivation as good. Maybe I'm a fool for trusting in that belief, but I'll happily die a fool. For every threat, there is good, it's the balance of existence my friend." He enjoys the smell, taking long and deep breaths, closing his eyes and feeling the smells around him.
He laughs, a heart laugh as he looks back down at them "If you want a meat bun that size, I can make you some, but they are usually a bit smaller than that, my friend. Even if it's just convenient for you to have manifested here, I'm happy you're here either way. I'm a decent cook, and I like making friends, Felix would've loved meeting you." He says the last part a bit sad.
"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'
"I am. This guy was just cosmically powerful. I'm fortunate that he understood it was just work. This was like, one backhand from him. So, how have you been?"
A telepathic voice responds. 'What a strange question to ask. My name is Stigmata, but beyond that I think a person is defined by their relationships, of which I have few. I haven't been here that long. Do you want to be friends?'
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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 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.
She eventually pulls back, smiling at them a little bit before leaning against a tree, "Yer a softy, but thank ya. I need somebody worryin' about me."
"I'm sick, darkness infects my body and slowly is spreading throughout it. It's only a matter of time before I turn into a monster of a corpse. This armor, this blade, they were gifts by the being who returned me from death to fight that darkness within myself and throughout the world. I am doing the best I can."
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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.'
"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'
"I am. This guy was just cosmically powerful. I'm fortunate that he understood it was just work. This was like, one backhand from him. So, how have you been?"
A telepathic voice responds. 'What a strange question to ask. My name is Stigmata, but beyond that I think a person is defined by their relationships, of which I have few. I haven't been here that long. Do you want to be friends?'
She beckons him down, pulling out a rosary from her bag. She mutters something, the wounds on his body seeming to knit together with little resistance. From where she grips the rosary, a little trickle of blood follows down her palm.
"I can be your friend if you answer a few questions for me, I do hope you understand." he said, his large eyes blinking. "Why were you paralyzed?
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*[walks over, wearing a not-at-all convincing human disguise] Good morning! How do you do, fellow humans?*
*Ah, quite well fellow human. Care for some RP?*
*I'd love to rp! Any particular character(s) you'd like?*
*I have an idea designed for KK specifically!*
Podmorski is at the Faceless Fair, hiding in a building and cowering. Stigmata is also there, and seems to be what Pod is hiding from despite the more eldritch nightmare simply looking around.
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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 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.
She eventually pulls back, smiling at them a little bit before leaning against a tree, "Yer a softy, but thank ya. I need somebody worryin' about me."
"I'm sick, darkness infects my body and slowly is spreading throughout it. It's only a matter of time before I turn into a monster of a corpse. This armor, this blade, they were gifts by the being who returned me from death to fight that darkness within myself and throughout the world. I am doing the best I can."
"Better than being on your own." He shrugs and sighs "I'm sorry this is happening to you."
"You seem to have done well so far.."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
"Because everything that is sentient has motivation, and evil is as much a motivation as good. Maybe I'm a fool for trusting in that belief, but I'll happily die a fool. For every threat, there is good, it's the balance of existence my friend." He enjoys the smell, taking long and deep breaths, closing his eyes and feeling the smells around him.
He laughs, a heart laugh as he looks back down at them "If you want a meat bun that size, I can make you some, but they are usually a bit smaller than that, my friend. Even if it's just convenient for you to have manifested here, I'm happy you're here either way. I'm a decent cook, and I like making friends, Felix would've loved meeting you." He says the last part a bit sad.
He just stands there a while, before stomping out his blunt. "I never considered that Nightmares could be that complex."
"Why are you... sad?" Stigmata sounds sad now too. It occurs to Rag that this creature is most likely foundationally empathetic, since it manifested out of emotions.
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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 just stands there a while, before stomping out his blunt. "I never considered that Nightmares could be that complex."
"Why are you... sad?" Stigmata sounds sad now too. It occurs to Rag that this creature is most likely foundationally empathetic, since it manifested out of emotions.
"I'd imagine it's hard to without perspective." He cracks his shoulders, putting his helmet back onto his head, "I try, I do what I can."
He shakes his head, "Just remembering a friend, don't worry, he's not dead anymore, or... I hope he's not. I should write him a letter." He smiles back at them, genuinely.
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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.'
*[walks over, wearing a not-at-all convincing human disguise] Good morning! How do you do, fellow humans?*
*Ah, quite well fellow human. Care for some RP?*
*I'd love to rp! Any particular character(s) you'd like?*
*I have an idea designed for KK specifically!*
Podmorski is at the Faceless Fair, hiding in a building and cowering. Stigmata is also there, and seems to be what Pod is hiding from despite the more eldritch nightmare simply looking around.
*Oooh, how fun!*
KK walks into the building to repair one of the damaged Schisms without being spotted by park-goers, faintly humming to herself, when she notices him hiding. "Pod? What's going on?" She asks, in a somewhat hushed tone in case whatever he's hiding from is listening.
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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)
"Better than being on your own." He shrugs and sighs "I'm sorry this is happening to you."
"You seem to have done well so far.."
"Don't be sorry, I did it ta myself." She blows some smoke, passing them her backup cigar.
He gives a smile that doesn't reach his eyes, "I try to make it seem that way." He sighs, "I do what I can."
He shakes his head "Thanks but no thanks." he smiles behind his mask "Still, I can be sad that this has happened to you."
She rolls her shoulders "Sorry.."
She puts the cigar away, enjoying her own "I can't stop ya from that, no matter how much I tell ya that ya shouldn't be." She cackles, smiling at them.
He gives a genuine smile, "Don't be sorry, you never did anything to me. you've been great actually."
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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.'
"I am. This guy was just cosmically powerful. I'm fortunate that he understood it was just work. This was like, one backhand from him. So, how have you been?"
A telepathic voice responds. 'What a strange question to ask. My name is Stigmata, but beyond that I think a person is defined by their relationships, of which I have few. I haven't been here that long. Do you want to be friends?'
She beckons him down, pulling out a rosary from her bag. She mutters something, the wounds on his body seeming to knit together with little resistance. From where she grips the rosary, a little trickle of blood follows down her palm.
"I can be your friend if you answer a few questions for me, I do hope you understand." he said, his large eyes blinking. "Why were you paralyzed?
He looks up at her. "Thanks, but I'd rather you not hurt yourself. You have a good heart, and I don't want to see any of its blood wasted unnecessarily."
"I wasn't. I just didn't feel like moving." He speaks out loud, breaking the 'silence' between them. "How are you, by the way?"
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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.
*Awww, back to the drawing board, I suppose. Anyway, good to see you as well, and good to hear you're doing okay.*
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'd love to rp! Any particular character(s) you'd like?*
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 everything that is sentient has motivation, and evil is as much a motivation as good. Maybe I'm a fool for trusting in that belief, but I'll happily die a fool. For every threat, there is good, it's the balance of existence my friend." He enjoys the smell, taking long and deep breaths, closing his eyes and feeling the smells around him.
He laughs, a heart laugh as he looks back down at them "If you want a meat bun that size, I can make you some, but they are usually a bit smaller than that, my friend. Even if it's just convenient for you to have manifested here, I'm happy you're here either way. I'm a decent cook, and I like making friends, Felix would've loved meeting you." He says the last part a bit sad.
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 am. This guy was just cosmically powerful. I'm fortunate that he understood it was just work. This was like, one backhand from him. So, how have you been?"
A telepathic voice responds. 'What a strange question to ask. My name is Stigmata, but beyond that I think a person is defined by their relationships, of which I have few. I haven't been here that long. Do you want to be friends?'
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She eventually pulls back, smiling at them a little bit before leaning against a tree, "Yer a softy, but thank ya. I need somebody worryin' about me."
"I'm sick, darkness infects my body and slowly is spreading throughout it. It's only a matter of time before I turn into a monster of a corpse. This armor, this blade, they were gifts by the being who returned me from death to fight that darkness within myself and throughout the world. I am doing the best I can."
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.)
*How about you Yvonne? How are you doing? Well I hope.*
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 beckons him down, pulling out a rosary from her bag. She mutters something, the wounds on his body seeming to knit together with little resistance. From where she grips the rosary, a little trickle of blood follows down her palm.
"I can be your friend if you answer a few questions for me, I do hope you understand." he said, his large eyes blinking. "Why were you paralyzed?
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I have an idea designed for KK specifically!*
Podmorski is at the Faceless Fair, hiding in a building and cowering. Stigmata is also there, and seems to be what Pod is hiding from despite the more eldritch nightmare simply looking around.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Better than being on your own." He shrugs and sighs "I'm sorry this is happening to you."
"You seem to have done well so far.."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I'm faring alright- not great, but certainly not terrible. Would you like to rp, perchance?*
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 just stands there a while, before stomping out his blunt. "I never considered that Nightmares could be that complex."
"Why are you... sad?" Stigmata sounds sad now too. It occurs to Rag that this creature is most likely foundationally empathetic, since it manifested out of emotions.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Don't be sorry, I did it ta myself." She blows some smoke, passing them her backup cigar.
He gives a smile that doesn't reach his eyes, "I try to make it seem that way." He sighs, "I do what I can."
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'd imagine it's hard to without perspective." He cracks his shoulders, putting his helmet back onto his head, "I try, I do what I can."
He shakes his head, "Just remembering a friend, don't worry, he's not dead anymore, or... I hope he's not. I should write him a letter." He smiles back at them, genuinely.
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.)
*Alright is better than bad, that's for certain. I would love to rp, would you want anyone specific?*
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 "Thanks but no thanks." he smiles behind his mask "Still, I can be sad that this has happened to you."
She rolls her shoulders "Sorry.."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Oooh, how fun!*
KK walks into the building to repair one of the damaged Schisms without being spotted by park-goers, faintly humming to herself, when she notices him hiding. "Pod? What's going on?" She asks, in a somewhat hushed tone in case whatever he's hiding from is listening.
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 puts the cigar away, enjoying her own "I can't stop ya from that, no matter how much I tell ya that ya shouldn't be." She cackles, smiling at them.
He gives a genuine smile, "Don't be sorry, you never did anything to me. you've been great actually."
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 looks up at her. "Thanks, but I'd rather you not hurt yourself. You have a good heart, and I don't want to see any of its blood wasted unnecessarily."
"I wasn't. I just didn't feel like moving." He speaks out loud, breaking the 'silence' between them. "How are you, by the way?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I must get off, I need to write up a grant application for my work sadly.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Take all of the time you need, I'll likely be here when you get back, and I'll be waiting.*
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.)