*I do, don't want to if it is not fun for you though*
Drilin returns to the camp with a bunch of salvaged junk
*Nah man, it's all good, just kinda a lil tired. No worries.*
Moonshine has made the place look even more like a home, adding some holes in the ceiling for bits of natural light, and a small kitchen somehow.
'Hey, this looks pretty sweet. Ya reckon we can sell any of this stuff, once it's fixed up?' Drilin empties out his bag of random items
She walks over and leans down, looking through the random items, picking one some that she likes "This looks like it could make some good money, nice job Drillin!"
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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.'
She smiles back at him. "I love you too." She responds, leaning over for a second to kiss him on the cheek, before returning to her design concepts. "I visited a place called The Beach. That's where this happened." She explains, gesturing to her hand. "I feel I'll find myself there again. Maybe after the wedding, we can go see it together."
"...That last option sounds nice..." It responds, drifting a bit closer to her. "...I don't want to be disconnected fully... not yet, at least..."
He takes the kiss on the cheek, leaning back in his chair and sighing as he looks down at his own hands, looking much more pale than they normally do, and yet feel healthier than ever before "Anywhere you would want to go, I would be overjoyed to follow, I trust in you more than anything the world could throw at us." He chuckles.
She nods, thinking about how shes going to do it, before leaning down and beginning to pick some flowers, "I can do that, it'll take me a lil, so please be patient."
*Odds are, by the end of her arc, KK's going to have a whole smorgasbord of different eldritch influences affecting her. Between the Old Blood, and the Dark Energy, and her experiments with Nightmares... who knows what'll happen.*
She chuckles a bit as well, noticing his hands as well- she doesn't seem to be worried in the least, though. "I trust you just as much- I trust you more than I trust myself sometimes. Nothing the world throws at us could change that."
"...Understood..." It responds. Amicus floats down towards the ground as well, reaching out one hand to pick a single flower. The flower immediately withers and crumbles into ichor at its touch, and it quickly withdraws its hand and floats back up, seeming sad with itself.
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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 do, don't want to if it is not fun for you though*
Drilin returns to the camp with a bunch of salvaged junk
*Nah man, it's all good, just kinda a lil tired. No worries.*
Moonshine has made the place look even more like a home, adding some holes in the ceiling for bits of natural light, and a small kitchen somehow.
'Hey, this looks pretty sweet. Ya reckon we can sell any of this stuff, once it's fixed up?' Drilin empties out his bag of random items
She walks over and leans down, looking through the random items, picking one some that she likes "This looks like it could make some good money, nice job Drillin!"
'Well, we got to make a living somehow. Unless ya were planning for us to be bandits or something...'
*Odds are, by the end of her arc, KK's going to have a whole smorgasbord of different eldritch influences affecting her. Between the Old Blood, and the Dark Energy, and her experiments with Nightmares... who knows what'll happen.*
She chuckles a bit as well, noticing his hands as well- she doesn't seem to be worried in the least, though. "I trust you just as much- I trust you more than I trust myself sometimes. Nothing the world throws at us could change that."
"...Understood..." It responds. Amicus floats down towards the ground as well, reaching out one hand to pick a single flower. The flower immediately withers and crumbles into ichor at its touch, and it quickly withdraws its hand and floats back up, seeming sad with itself.
*And that's probably what'll happen if things go right, and Henry will likely be in a similar state of being, he wouldn't allow his wife to be alone in such a situation as that.*
He stands back up, cracking the base of his back and his shoulders before looking back at them "Are you hungry, dear? I do feel like eating something, and grabbing something to drink, though it seems I no longer can grab liquids as easily with my... hands' current state."
She looks back up and smiles at them, before taking the ichor, filling with magic as it reassembles into a flower, though the petals are now black as the starless sky above. She begins to braid all of the flowers together into some kind of bracelet.
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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.'
*Right now? I mean, if you want to, sure.*
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 do, don't want to if it is not fun for you though*
Drilin returns to the camp with a bunch of salvaged junk
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She looks back at them confused, finishing up and coming back over.
"How about you help? Or make something for me, and I made something for you?"
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.)
"You are still hurt." he signs, furious. "You said you were better."
"I'll help ya." he then starts to sculpt for her.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Nah man, it's all good, just kinda a lil tired. No worries.*
Moonshine has made the place look even more like a home, adding some holes in the ceiling for bits of natural light, and a small kitchen somehow.
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.)
'Hey, this looks pretty sweet. Ya reckon we can sell any of this stuff, once it's fixed up?' Drilin empties out his bag of random items
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
She looks at them, "Dear, I'm gettin' better, it'll take time ta heal, but I am healin'."
She continues, making a bikini top of out wet sand, smiling at them.
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 walks over and leans down, looking through the random items, picking one some that she likes "This looks like it could make some good money, nice job Drillin!"
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.)
*Odds are, by the end of her arc, KK's going to have a whole smorgasbord of different eldritch influences affecting her. Between the Old Blood, and the Dark Energy, and her experiments with Nightmares... who knows what'll happen.*
She chuckles a bit as well, noticing his hands as well- she doesn't seem to be worried in the least, though. "I trust you just as much- I trust you more than I trust myself sometimes. Nothing the world throws at us could change that."
"...Understood..." It responds. Amicus floats down towards the ground as well, reaching out one hand to pick a single flower. The flower immediately withers and crumbles into ichor at its touch, and it quickly withdraws its hand and floats back up, seeming sad with itself.
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 lied to me." he signs angrily
He is flustered as he sculpts the tail better
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
'Well, we got to make a living somehow. Unless ya were planning for us to be bandits or something...'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*And that's probably what'll happen if things go right, and Henry will likely be in a similar state of being, he wouldn't allow his wife to be alone in such a situation as that.*
He stands back up, cracking the base of his back and his shoulders before looking back at them "Are you hungry, dear? I do feel like eating something, and grabbing something to drink, though it seems I no longer can grab liquids as easily with my... hands' current state."
She looks back up and smiles at them, before taking the ichor, filling with magic as it reassembles into a flower, though the petals are now black as the starless sky above. She begins to braid all of the flowers together into some kind of bracelet.
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 didn't want ya worryin' 'bout me, now look at ya. I'll be okay."
She helps them as far as she can reach, smiling at them.
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 wasn't plannin' on it, I wouldn't force ya into a life o' crime that I'm already goin' through, we're friends after all."
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 sent ya a pm btw if ya dont mind checkin*
He signs rapidly, his anger making it unintelligible.
"There we go!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
'Thanks, I guess. Gotta say, I can see you'd make a good thief. But there's been too many of them who still get caught'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*Just noticed, sorry.*
She looks down at them, "Dear, I cant understand a thing yer sayin', but I'm proud you've gotten so good at sign language."
She looks at the finished product curiously.
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 real nice o' ya ta say, an' it means a lot ta hear." She says, smiling brightly at them before sorting the things into two piles.
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.)
*All good :] *
He frowns, crossing his arms and not looking at her.
"Well, that looks good."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She sighs, standing back up, "How about this, I'll rest with ya, an' we can both heal?"
"How about I start doing one for you?"
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.)