"I can tell! I arrived here three days ago, just after I was born."
'Wait... what... ok. Sure. Not the weirdest thing I've heard of. Ya look very mature for a 3 day old. Me, I've been out at work in the rest of the world, doing what I was meant to. But I was always meant to come home eventually'
"That sounds nice. My home is a beach where the corpses of millions of nightmares wash up on shore every hour or so. I didn't like it."
'Doesn't sound much fun. At least ya out of there now'
"I doubt it. But you're not made of Nightmare Matter, so you're probably less vulnerable to it. If you could remove it, I would... be grateful." He bows his head.
Stigmata's currency has been rejected and he is now sitting on a nearby bench, eyes filled with angry tears.
"Okay, I will- at the very least, I'll try." She responds, walking over to the exit, pausing for a second to take a breath, and walking outside. She walks around to a general area near the bench, keeping an eye out for anything that may go awry while at the same time keeping Stigmata in her sight.
Stigmata's eyes slowly close as he takes multiple deep breaths. He watches a Schism scuttle past and reaches out for it before it leaves. He doesn't seem all that dangerous or possibly even powerful.
She notices this, taking one of the far-too-many hands the Schism has and leading it closer to the bench, within his reach. The construct follows her lead, recognizing its creator.
"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."
"What has happened? Could I have helped? I'm sorry I couldn't help, I should've helped." He says in quick succession, sighing at the end.
"No, it's- it's okay. I understand- keeping the world from ending, and all." She responds, pausing for a second, before sighing a bit as well and leaning against the tree behind her. "My... 'creator' wanted to take me back- turn me into a puppet again- but we stopped her. Twice. Three times, really, counting the Void Shard. Thankfully, none of those attempts succeeded."
"That sounds like a lot of deal with, I'm happy none of them worked. I like you as you are, you're cool, you've got magic powers, and you're pretty... chill all around." He quickly saves, complimenting himself before hopping up to one of the tree's branches, "Good that you're safe."
"Yeah, I'm happy they failed too. I like being 'chill all around', as you said." She says, a smile on her face, noticing what he was about to say before he caught himself but not commenting on it.
"Hey, do you want me to get you a skateboard of your own? So you can practice when I'm not around, maybe you'll get even better than me." He asks, trying to change topics quickly, holding onto the branch by his talons.
She looks over at him, absolutely beaming. "Really? Absolutely, I'd love one of my own! Thank 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)
"Mm. I could look for you between hits. Besides, that Nightmare guy seems to be cannibalistic, so he's probably going to be making our job easier."
He nods, then hugs Rag. "Thank you for this."
"I wouldn't be against you helping me, I would be deeply thankful actually, and if he does seem to want to consume his fellow nightmares that saves us some work."
He stops for a moment, before hugging them back "Think nothing of it. Take care of yourself."
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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.'
Stigmata's eyes slowly close as he takes multiple deep breaths. He watches a Schism scuttle past and reaches out for it before it leaves. He doesn't seem all that dangerous or possibly even powerful.
She notices this, taking one of the far-too-many hands the Schism has and leading it closer to the bench, within his reach.
He takes it and holds it like a stuffed animal, hugging it. His eyes slowly turn to KK. "Hi. I'm Stigmata. Who're you?" He seems almost child-like, despite his appearance.
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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.
She looks over at him, absolutely beaming. "Really? Absolutely, I'd love one of my own! Thank you!"
"Of course, think nothing of it. Do you want to pick out your own? I could get Move to take you to a store that sells good ones." He smiles back at them, as much as a bird 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.'
"Mm. I could look for you between hits. Besides, that Nightmare guy seems to be cannibalistic, so he's probably going to be making our job easier."
He nods, then hugs Rag. "Thank you for this."
"I wouldn't be against you helping me, I would be deeply thankful actually, and if he does seem to want to consume his fellow nightmares that saves us some work."
He stops for a moment, before hugging them back "Think nothing of it. Take care of yourself."
"Good to hear."
*This character might be a little too child-like. I'll have to traumatize him.* "Oki." He sits down and stares at the wall, pondering it.
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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.
Stigmata's eyes slowly close as he takes multiple deep breaths. He watches a Schism scuttle past and reaches out for it before it leaves. He doesn't seem all that dangerous or possibly even powerful.
She notices this, taking one of the far-too-many hands the Schism has and leading it closer to the bench, within his reach.
He takes it and holds it like a stuffed animal, hugging it. His eyes slowly turn to KK. "Hi. I'm Stigmata. Who're you?" He seems almost child-like, despite his appearance.
The amalgam of metal and cloth and flesh seems surprised by- well, by a reaction to it that isn't immediate terror- and remains in his arms. "KK. I help make and maintain all the constructs at the Fair. Nice to meet you, Stigmata." She responds.
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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)
"Mm. I could look for you between hits. Besides, that Nightmare guy seems to be cannibalistic, so he's probably going to be making our job easier."
He nods, then hugs Rag. "Thank you for this."
"I wouldn't be against you helping me, I would be deeply thankful actually, and if he does seem to want to consume his fellow nightmares that saves us some work."
He stops for a moment, before hugging them back "Think nothing of it. Take care of yourself."
"Good to hear."
*This character might be a little too child-like. I'll have to traumatize him.* "Oki." He sits down and stares at the wall, pondering it.
"That's enough about me though, you don't need to worry about how I'm going to eventually die, are you hungry?"
*Don't do anything too terrible. That's a good place to end for that rp if you want to.*
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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.'
*This character might be a little too child-like. I'll have to traumatize him.* "Oki." He sits down and stares at the wall, pondering it.
"That's enough about me though, you don't need to worry about how I'm going to eventually die, are you hungry?"
*Don't do anything too terrible. That's a good place to end for that rp if you want to.*
*I don't really know where to go with either of these, honestly.*
*But I will do something terrible, appropriate to his status as a Nightmare entity.*
*Eh, good place to end for both anyway. Even though he's a nightmare, you don't have to make him act accordingly! I guess I'll just have to see how things go.*
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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 takes it and holds it like a stuffed animal, hugging it. His eyes slowly turn to KK. "Hi. I'm Stigmata. Who're you?" He seems almost child-like, despite his appearance.
The amalgam of metal and cloth and flesh seems surprised by- well, by a reaction to it that isn't immediate terror- and remains in his arms. "KK. I help make and maintain all the constructs at the Fair. Nice to meet you, Stigmata." She responds.
"Thank you." He cuddles the construct a bit closer. "They look a lot like my siblings. Have you ever been to the Beach?" He seems to be referring to a specific place, not just any beach. "That's where I come from."
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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.
She looks over at him, absolutely beaming. "Really? Absolutely, I'd love one of my own! Thank you!"
"Of course, think nothing of it. Do you want to pick out your own? I could get Move to take you to a store that sells good ones." He smiles back at them, as much as a bird can.
*I think it's kinda funny how many things my characters have picked up from other people's characters over time. Omori started as just 'spooky shadow kid', and has now become 'skateboarding eldritch shadow druid-in-training who has ten adopted siblings so far'.*
"Sure, I'd love to. I'm curious to see what options there are."
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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)
He takes it and holds it like a stuffed animal, hugging it. His eyes slowly turn to KK. "Hi. I'm Stigmata. Who're you?" He seems almost child-like, despite his appearance.
The amalgam of metal and cloth and flesh seems surprised by- well, by a reaction to it that isn't immediate terror- and remains in his arms. "KK. I help make and maintain all the constructs at the Fair. Nice to meet you, Stigmata." She responds.
"Thank you." He cuddles the construct a bit closer. "They look a lot like my siblings. Have you ever been to the Beach?" He seems to be referring to a specific place, not just any beach. "That's where I come from."
She thinks for a second, curious. "No, I don't think I have- I've been to beaches before, but not The Beach. What's it like?"
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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)
'Doesn't sound much fun. At least ya out of there now'
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She notices this, taking one of the far-too-many hands the Schism has and leading it closer to the bench, within his reach. The construct follows her lead, recognizing its creator.
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)
"Mm. I could look for you between hits. Besides, that Nightmare guy seems to be cannibalistic, so he's probably going to be making our job easier."
He nods, then hugs Rag. "Thank you for this."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She looks over at him, absolutely beaming. "Really? Absolutely, I'd love one of my own! Thank 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)
"I wouldn't be against you helping me, I would be deeply thankful actually, and if he does seem to want to consume his fellow nightmares that saves us some work."
He stops for a moment, before hugging them back "Think nothing of it. Take care of yourself."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He takes it and holds it like a stuffed animal, hugging it. His eyes slowly turn to KK. "Hi. I'm Stigmata. Who're you?" He seems almost child-like, despite his appearance.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Not really, but I try."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Of course, think nothing of it. Do you want to pick out your own? I could get Move to take you to a store that sells good ones." He smiles back at them, as much as a bird 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.)
"Good to hear."
*This character might be a little too child-like. I'll have to traumatize him.* "Oki." He sits down and stares at the wall, pondering it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The amalgam of metal and cloth and flesh seems surprised by- well, by a reaction to it that isn't immediate terror- and remains in his arms. "KK. I help make and maintain all the constructs at the Fair. Nice to meet you, Stigmata." She responds.
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)
"That's enough about me though, you don't need to worry about how I'm going to eventually die, are you hungry?"
*Don't do anything too terrible. That's a good place to end for that rp if you want to.*
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 don't really know where to go with either of these, honestly.*
*But I will do something terrible, appropriate to his status as a Nightmare entity.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Eh, good place to end for both anyway. Even though he's a nightmare, you don't have to make him act accordingly! I guess I'll just have to see how things go.*
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.)
'That's fair. But this place ain't too bad. Sunnier than I remember. Never was one much for bright sunlight, hah'
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"Thank you." He cuddles the construct a bit closer. "They look a lot like my siblings. Have you ever been to the Beach?" He seems to be referring to a specific place, not just any beach. "That's where I come from."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I remember. Do you know what happened to the cat?" He asks with incredible nonchalance, as though this was a normal question.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I think it's kinda funny how many things my characters have picked up from other people's characters over time. Omori started as just 'spooky shadow kid', and has now become 'skateboarding eldritch shadow druid-in-training who has ten adopted siblings so far'.*
"Sure, I'd love to. I'm curious to see what options there are."
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)
'Never had one. And what ya mean, ya remember. I don't recognise ya? I've had pets before, never a cat'
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She thinks for a second, curious. "No, I don't think I have- I've been to beaches before, but not The Beach. What's it 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)
"Why not?" He asks, green eyes turning red for the slightest moment.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.