*We are all fools until we see the light. Join me, brother.*
*Join you I shall, for bacon is the only way that we can be saved!*
*Wassup Baalze?*
*Sorry, got distracted. MonkeyDM put out a Trick Weapon Workshop, allowing you to make... well, he was the guy who made Steinhardt's, so you get the idea.*
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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.
Her eyes follow him as he feels for which one would be perfect for her. There is one that seems to fit just a bit more than the rest- a board with a pattern of wildflowers on its top side.
He picks it off of the wall, opening his eyes and looking at the board before passing it to them "This is the one for you." He pats her shoulders, paying for the board before she can even say anything.
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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.'
*We are all fools until we see the light. Join me, brother.*
*Join you I shall, for bacon is the only way that we can be saved!*
*Wassup Baalze?*
*Sorry, got distracted. MonkeyDM put out a Trick Weapon Workshop, allowing you to make... well, he was the guy who made Steinhardt's, so you get the idea.*
*Don't be sorry, that sounds awesome. I love trick weapons, and if you want to use any in my Bloodborne campaign, I'll probably allow it.*
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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.'
*We are all fools until we see the light. Join me, brother.*
*Join you I shall, for bacon is the only way that we can be saved!*
*Wassup Baalze?*
*Sorry, got distracted. MonkeyDM put out a Trick Weapon Workshop, allowing you to make... well, he was the guy who made Steinhardt's, so you get the idea.*
*Don't be sorry, that sounds awesome. I love trick weapons, and if you want to use any in my Bloodborne campaign, I'll probably allow it.*
*Wizard*
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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.
"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?"
"Well now..." It seems he was waiting for that question. "It was something like this." He raises a hand and snaps his fingers.
Suddenly, she, the bench, the Schism, and Stigmata are sitting on a dark, surreal, rocky coast. Instead of sand, there are corpses. Millions and millions of corpses, mashed until they are indistinguishable. More keep flooding onto the beach, between the iron teeth that protect the land of reality from the sea of horrors. Some of them are alive enough to crawl forward to the land, but those are rare. Most are too injured or malformed to do anything. "I was born here, into this pain and endless debauchery." He grabs the head of a crawling horror, rips it off, and places it under his hat, causing it to fall into his torso. Gore splatters out of where his neck probably is, as if the head fell an incredible distance and shattered, but the distance was also mere inches.
He points to the black, writhing water. "That is where Podmorski was reborn. It is where my father lives, and where nightmares pool. I thought you might like it."
She looks out at the sea of horrors, out at the roiling waves from which countless abominations pour forth in a grasping, mangled tide... not with fear, not with disgust, but with awe. "I... I do like it. It's beautiful." She takes a step closer to the water, but stops- not yet, she thinks to herself- and she steps back again. "You know Podmorski?"
*Alrighty! Now, I believe it was... Ah, here ya go!*
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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)
Her eyes follow him as he feels for which one would be perfect for her. There is one that seems to fit just a bit more than the rest- a board with a pattern of wildflowers on its top side.
He picks it off of the wall, opening his eyes and looking at the board before passing it to them "This is the one for you." He pats her shoulders, paying for the board before she can even say anything.
She accepts the board, looking over it and seeming content. "...Yeah, I think so. It's cool... Thanks, Top." She responds, following him out of the store with her new skateboard under her arm.
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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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*Sorry, got distracted. MonkeyDM put out a Trick Weapon Workshop, allowing you to make... well, he was the guy who made Steinhardt's, so you get the idea.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Yems*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"How have you been doing today, Leo?"
Her eyes visible twitches as she puts a hand on Oliver's face, healing the injuries "Who did this to ya?" Her voice is soft, but she isn't asking.
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've been okay, just enjoying this vacation."
He shakes his head mutely.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He picks it off of the wall, opening his eyes and looking at the board before passing it to them "This is the one for you." He pats her shoulders, paying for the board before she can even say anything.
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.)
*Don't be sorry, that sounds awesome. I love trick weapons, and if you want to use any in my Bloodborne campaign, I'll probably allow it.*
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.)
(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
"Good, I was hoping you were, I've been enjoying it too."
She puts her hand to their ear, squeezing softly, "I just want ta know, sweetheart."
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 smiles happily, ruffling her hair.
He mumbles the kids name. It was the same kid from yesterday.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Her unbraided hair goes all around her face as she smiles back.
She nods, leaving them behind in her room as she goes to find the kid.
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 starts to rebraid her hair happily.
Oliver sits on her bed, sniffiling
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Wizard*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Melee wizard is possible, just sayin'.*
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 gets up, leaning against the chair to let them, loving when he braids her hair.
She walks calmly through the orphanage, looking for the kid, and when she finds them, she picks them up by the collar.
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.)
*Alrighty! Now, I believe it was... Ah, here ya go!*
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 carefully braids it to her liking.
He squirms. "Hey!!!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(you wanna rp Theren)
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 know, I am one. I just have Shillelagh to make the build work.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She hums a song as they do, rubbing Leo's legs.
"I am gonna show ya somethin'." She walks outside, taking them with her, "Why did ya hurt Oliver?"
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 accepts the board, looking over it and seeming content. "...Yeah, I think so. It's cool... Thanks, Top." She responds, following him out of the store with her new skateboard under her arm.
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)