She is taking notes regarding the extents of the Dark Energy's malleability- she focuses for a moment, the corrupted ends of her fingers on one hand shaping themselves into long, blade-like claws with a faint metallic sheen, which she takes detailed notes of. "I have a question for you." She says to him, sensing his curiosity. "Well, really, it's more of an invitation."
The crooked flower is pouring more distilled sunlight into each of the pots, 'watering' the 'plants', when it notices Eithan there. "They're growing quite quickly now." It says to no one in particular. "They'll be fully ambulatory by the end of the week, if not sooner."
He breaks his train of thought, shaking his head as he his eyes dilate and refocus, KK would notice that his eyes have become notably more slitted than they used to be, like that of a cat, “Well ask away my dear, I would love to hear your invitation.”
He sticks his silver blade into the ground in front of him, leaning into it as he looks down at the pots, his soothing aura washing over the area “Helianth? You may not know me, but I do know of you, new god, and protector of who is now a god of hope. May I ask what you are making here?” He asks, though he likely already knows, speaking with respect.
She notices this and smiles a bit to herself. "When I had first found The Beach, it was because someone else showed me- one by the name of Stigmata. He offered me an opportunity- he could help me become an Arteist. A Nightmare. An opus composed of Dark Energy." She explains, thinking for a second, her hand reverting back to normal. "If you wish, I can extend that invitation to you as well- we'd be reborn together."
"Indeed. Has word of my ascension spread this far already?.. Ah, never mind that." It slithers over to one of the pots, picking it up in its multiple arms with relative ease. "I am making Avatars. Extensions of myself and my will, all connected to and controlled by my mind. That way, I could carry out my work without leaving the side of my friends."
He seems surprised by the offer, thinking about it for a moment before looking back up to them “What would being reborn entail? I would love to follow you anywhere in the world, or anywhere in existence for that matter, but there is no need for you to provide me with such an offer.” He gets up, using his cane as he walks over to her.
“At first, I wouldn’t want to trust you, more likely I would be killing you right now, but something tells me not to, not a sense of fear at what you may do to me or anything of the like, rather I believe despite the darkness you encourage, you are good.” He says, walking over to the pots, leaning down to look inside one, sprinkling a bit of silver starlight into it.
"We would be able to keep our morality, our emotions- we wouldn't be the strongest Arteists that way, but I'd say it's a fair trade for keeping ourselves... well, ourselves. It would grant drastically improved control over Dark Energy- with how much the Fair generates, we'd be able to create anything our hearts desire."
"Is... Is this about the stars I've been consuming?" It asks. "I can assure you, I won't take any from inhabited systems, and once I grow strong enough, I may be able to create stars to replace the ones I eat. I wouldn't want to cause any sort of cosmic imbalance."
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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. I also named my brown dragon. He's gonna be less chonky for now because of the rules of the campaign he's in (starting small, size boosts come into play at 2nd level).*
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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 do. I also named my brown dragon. He's gonna be less chonky for now because of the rules of the campaign he's in (starting small, size boosts come into play at 2nd level).*
*I do. I also named my brown dragon. He's gonna be less chonky for now because of the rules of the campaign he's in (starting small, size boosts come into play at 2nd level).*
*nice!*
Drilin is in the town square
The brown wyrmling is following him, rummaging through trashcans and laying at his feet whenever he stops.
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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 seems surprised by the offer, thinking about it for a moment before looking back up to them “What would being reborn entail? I would love to follow you anywhere in the world, or anywhere in existence for that matter, but there is no need for you to provide me with such an offer.” He gets up, using his cane as he walks over to her.
“At first, I wouldn’t want to trust you, more likely I would be killing you right now, but something tells me not to, not a sense of fear at what you may do to me or anything of the like, rather I believe despite the darkness you encourage, you are good.” He says, walking over to the pots, leaning down to look inside one, sprinkling a bit of silver starlight into it.
"We would be able to keep our morality, our emotions- we wouldn't be the strongest Arteists that way, but I'd say it's a fair trade for keeping ourselves... well, ourselves. It would grant drastically improved control over Dark Energy- with how much the Fair generates, we'd be able to create anything our hearts desire."
"Is... Is this about the stars I've been consuming?" It asks. "I can assure you, I won't take any from inhabited systems, and once I grow strong enough, I may be able to create stars to replace the ones I eat. I wouldn't want to cause any sort of cosmic imbalance."
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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)
*RUN.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"We would be able to keep our morality, our emotions- we wouldn't be the strongest Arteists that way, but I'd say it's a fair trade for keeping ourselves... well, ourselves. It would grant drastically improved control over Dark Energy- with how much the Fair generates, we'd be able to create anything our hearts desire."
"Is... Is this about the stars I've been consuming?" It asks. "I can assure you, I won't take any from inhabited systems, and once I grow strong enough, I may be able to create stars to replace the ones I eat. I wouldn't want to cause any sort of cosmic imbalance."
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'm finally back until the eggs are room temperature.*
*I needed the computer to find my recipes, don't tell anyone I'm also on DDB.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*anyone got chars free?*
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*I do. I also named my brown dragon. He's gonna be less chonky for now because of the rules of the campaign he's in (starting small, size boosts come into play at 2nd level).*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*nice!*
Drilin is in the town square
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*i’m not gonna sugarcoat it*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Played Scrabble with roommates again. Tried to spell plant names.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The brown wyrmling is following him, rummaging through trashcans and laying at his feet whenever he stops.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*WHAT DO YOU THINK A SUGARPLUM IS, YOU (GP)ING DONKEY!?!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*a metaphor for the failings of Reagan and the AIDS panic of the 1980s*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Tekken reference?*
*I failed miserably.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*A fair assumption.*
*WRONG*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*:(*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Sansevieria*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*that or Ultrakill*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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)
*Anyone want to roleplay?*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]