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.
"You've got a good heart. I like how naive you are. Maybe I should be like that. I'd be happier, and maybe a bit more insightful." He looks to Stigmata. "So... we just leave him?"
"Letters... those are nice." His eyes, the only visible part of his face, smile. "Communication is important."
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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.
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.
He shakes his head violently. "That... thing... is in my domain. I tried to kill it or remove it discretely, but it just... I think it's stronger than me, even here..." He looks up, blinking away tears.
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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.
"You've got a good heart. I like how naive you are. Maybe I should be like that. I'd be happier, and maybe a bit more insightful." He looks to Stigmata. "So... we just leave him?"
"Letters... those are nice." His eyes, the only visible part of his face, smile. "Communication is important."
"Yep, looks like that big guy over there has got it under control." He points over to Rag, "And I doubt we could bring either of them in if we tried." He pats their shoulder, beginning to walk towards the Inn.
"It is, I wouldn't want to lose a friend to something I wouldn't even know about. Do you have a place to stay Stigmata?"
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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.'
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.
He shakes his head violently. "That... thing... is in my domain. I tried to kill it or remove it discretely, but it just... I think it's stronger than me, even here..." He looks up, blinking away tears.
She looks out one of the windows for a brief moment, seeing Stigmata for a second, before disappearing from view again. "It... it doesn't look like they're hostile. Did they say anything to you?"
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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)
"You've got a good heart. I like how naive you are. Maybe I should be like that. I'd be happier, and maybe a bit more insightful." He looks to Stigmata. "So... we just leave him?"
"Letters... those are nice." His eyes, the only visible part of his face, smile. "Communication is important."
"Yep, looks like that big guy over there has got it under control." He points over to Rag, "And I doubt we could bring either of them in if we tried." He pats their shoulder, beginning to walk towards the Inn.
"It is, I wouldn't want to lose a friend to something I wouldn't even know about. Do you have a place to stay Stigmata?"
Porter stays behind for a moment before following.
"No, not really. I've been lurking in the woods for the past three days, eating squirrels and birds." He holds out his arms and slowly begins turning around in circles.
"You've got a good heart. I like how naive you are. Maybe I should be like that. I'd be happier, and maybe a bit more insightful." He looks to Stigmata. "So... we just leave him?"
"Letters... those are nice." His eyes, the only visible part of his face, smile. "Communication is important."
"Yep, looks like that big guy over there has got it under control." He points over to Rag, "And I doubt we could bring either of them in if we tried." He pats their shoulder, beginning to walk towards the Inn.
"It is, I wouldn't want to lose a friend to something I wouldn't even know about. Do you have a place to stay Stigmata?"
Porter stays behind for a moment before following.
"No, not really. I've been lurking in the woods for the past three days, eating squirrels and birds." He holds out his arms and slowly begins turning around in circles.
He leads them back to the front porch, taking a seat there. He begins to slowly take his armor off.
"Would you like a place to stay? And food that isn't still trying to fight back? Meat buns perhaps?" He says, watching them with laugh, his eyes following them as they spin.
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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 don't have anything specific in mind at the moment- what about you? Any character(s) you'd like?*
*Nope, so whoever you feel like playing would be perfectly fine with me. Thank you dearly.*
*Works with me. Let me see... now where did they- Ah, here we are!*
Omori is sitting under a tree in the forest, making a small drawing of something.
Omori feels a gust of wind blow past them, sudden and definitely not natural, considering it suddenly stops near Omori.
"Oh, hi Top. How are you?" She says to who she assumes is Top, continuing to draw.
Top, sighs as they easily recognize that it's him. Sitting down next to them, leaning over to see what they are drawing "I'm doing good enough."
It's a drawing of an abandoned-looking house in the woods. While it's not the most detailed, the details that are there seem very deliberate, as if she was copying an image in her mind. "That's good. Good to hear you're... well, that you're doing alright, at least."
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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)
*I don't have anything specific in mind at the moment- what about you? Any character(s) you'd like?*
*Nope, so whoever you feel like playing would be perfectly fine with me. Thank you dearly.*
*Works with me. Let me see... now where did they- Ah, here we are!*
Omori is sitting under a tree in the forest, making a small drawing of something.
Omori feels a gust of wind blow past them, sudden and definitely not natural, considering it suddenly stops near Omori.
"Oh, hi Top. How are you?" She says to who she assumes is Top, continuing to draw.
Top, sighs as they easily recognize that it's him. Sitting down next to them, leaning over to see what they are drawing "I'm doing good enough."
It's a drawing of an abandoned-looking house in the woods. While it's not the most detailed, the details that are there seem very deliberate, as if she was copying an image in her mind. "That's good. Good to hear you're... well, that you're doing alright, at least."
He doesn't want to intrude upon their drawing by asking any questions, so they don't, sitting next to them, leaning against them a bit "How are you doing? I hope you're doing better than I am, I don't want to have to worry about you." He says, looking up at the sky.
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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 shakes his head violently. "That... thing... is in my domain. I tried to kill it or remove it discretely, but it just... I think it's stronger than me, even here..." He looks up, blinking away tears.
She looks out one of the windows for a brief moment, seeing Stigmata for a second, before disappearing from view again. "It... it doesn't look like they're hostile. Did they say anything to you?"
"No, but look at it. Why would a Nightmare be stupid enough to enter another one's domain if not to establish dominance?" Stigmata is currently trying to buy cotton candy with moths made of silver.
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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.
*I don't have anything specific in mind at the moment- what about you? Any character(s) you'd like?*
*Nope, so whoever you feel like playing would be perfectly fine with me. Thank you dearly.*
*Works with me. Let me see... now where did they- Ah, here we are!*
Omori is sitting under a tree in the forest, making a small drawing of something.
Omori feels a gust of wind blow past them, sudden and definitely not natural, considering it suddenly stops near Omori.
"Oh, hi Top. How are you?" She says to who she assumes is Top, continuing to draw.
Top, sighs as they easily recognize that it's him. Sitting down next to them, leaning over to see what they are drawing "I'm doing good enough."
It's a drawing of an abandoned-looking house in the woods. While it's not the most detailed, the details that are there seem very deliberate, as if she was copying an image in her mind. "That's good. Good to hear you're... well, that you're doing alright, at least."
He doesn't want to intrude upon their drawing by asking any questions, so they don't, sitting next to them, leaning against them a bit "How are you doing? I hope you're doing better than I am, I don't want to have to worry about you." He says, looking up at the sky.
"I'm... well, I'm better than I have been." She responds. "A lot has happened the last few months- I'm just glad it's finally over."
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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)
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*I don't have anything specific in mind at the moment- what about you? Any 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)
"You've got a good heart. I like how naive you are. Maybe I should be like that. I'd be happier, and maybe a bit more insightful." He looks to Stigmata. "So... we just leave him?"
"Letters... those are nice." His eyes, the only visible part of his face, smile. "Communication is important."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Nope, so whoever you feel like playing would be perfectly fine with me. Thank you dearly.*
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 violently. "That... thing... is in my domain. I tried to kill it or remove it discretely, but it just... I think it's stronger than me, even here..." He looks up, blinking away tears.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
(hello again)
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
"Yep, looks like that big guy over there has got it under control." He points over to Rag, "And I doubt we could bring either of them in if we tried." He pats their shoulder, beginning to walk towards the Inn.
"It is, I wouldn't want to lose a friend to something I wouldn't even know about. Do you have a place to stay Stigmata?"
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.)
*Goodbye, I love you!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Works with me. Let me see... now where did they- Ah, here we are!*
Omori is sitting under a tree in the forest, making a small drawing of something.
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)
Omori feels a gust of wind blow past them, sudden and definitely not natural, considering it suddenly stops near Omori.
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 looks out one of the windows for a brief moment, seeing Stigmata for a second, before disappearing from view again. "It... it doesn't look like they're hostile. Did they say anything to you?"
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)
(does anyone want to rp)
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
"Oh, hi there, Top. How are you?" She says to who she assumes is Top, continuing to draw.
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)
Top, sighs as they easily recognize that it's him. Sitting down next to them, leaning over to see what they are drawing "I'm doing good enough."
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.)
Porter stays behind for a moment before following.
"No, not really. I've been lurking in the woods for the past three days, eating squirrels and birds." He holds out his arms and slowly begins turning around in circles.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He leads them back to the front porch, taking a seat there. He begins to slowly take his armor off.
"Would you like a place to stay? And food that isn't still trying to fight back? Meat buns perhaps?" He says, watching them with laugh, his eyes following them as they spin.
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's a drawing of an abandoned-looking house in the woods. While it's not the most detailed, the details that are there seem very deliberate, as if she was copying an image in her mind. "That's good. Good to hear you're... well, that you're doing alright, at least."
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 doesn't want to intrude upon their drawing by asking any questions, so they don't, sitting next to them, leaning against them a bit "How are you doing? I hope you're doing better than I am, I don't want to have to worry about you." He says, looking up at the sky.
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.)
"No, but look at it. Why would a Nightmare be stupid enough to enter another one's domain if not to establish dominance?" Stigmata is currently trying to buy cotton candy with moths made of silver.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
(hello?)
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
"I'm... well, I'm better than I have been." She responds. "A lot has happened the last few months- I'm just glad it's finally over."
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)