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."
*Wonderful! Now, let me see... I think it was- ah, here you 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)
Samaritan is in his kitchen, the restaurant closed at the moment, as he works on what appears to be a cake of sorts. Multiple layers sit in the oven, keeping warm.
Aix is in his factory, trying new perfumes out.
Riotan knocks on the door.
Thirteen, ever a chemist and lover of the same, is investigating the curious new establishment.
Samaritan opens it, his mask off for once. "Riotan" he said, a smile gracing his lips.
Aix looks over and waves, tying back his hair.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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."
*Wonderful! Now, let me see... I think it was- ah, here you go!*
*Thank you Yvonne, you’re as close as it gets to being a saint.*
He thinks about it again for a moment, looking over all of her eyes as he considers the options, what may happened to them, putting a hand on the side of their face softly, smiling the smallest fraction “If that’s what you want, and what you will do, I won’t be far behind, I love you, and that means whatever it takes.”
“Oh of course, that I knew, I don’t believe I’ve introduced myself, for which I apologize, that was quite rude of me. I am Eithan, a simple knight you may know.” The familiar feeling Helianth felt comes back in full, he likely wouldn’t know much of Eithan, other than he is a seemingly immortal knight known as the blade of the silver heaven, never once stopped from completing a task in one way or another “I am unfortunately not the gardener I wish I was, but I try.”
Samaritan is in his kitchen, the restaurant closed at the moment, as he works on what appears to be a cake of sorts. Multiple layers sit in the oven, keeping warm.
Aix is in his factory, trying new perfumes out.
Riotan knocks on the door.
Thirteen, ever a chemist and lover of the same, is investigating the curious new establishment.
Samaritan opens it, his mask off for once. "Riotan" he said, a smile gracing his lips.
Aix looks over and waves, tying back his hair.
Rio sprints up to him and hugs him.
Thirteen was just looking around, taking notes in his journal. He waves back.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Uhhh, I am unsure. I will take whoever you provide.*
*Works with me! Here ya go!*
Mavis is outside Lord's Point, sitting under a tree, reading.
KK is outside her warehouse in the woods, thinking about something.
Misha is outside in the woods, checking on her rabbit slips. She notices Mavis and waves to her.
Stroth appears, grinning madly. He carries a present in his hands.
She looks up from her book and waves back. "Hey." She says. "What'cha doing?"
She looks over at him, grinning as well. "Hi, Stroth!" She says to him in a cheery tone.
"O-oh, um, working I suppose." She said, shrugging.
"How're you dear?" He asked and handed her the present "For you."
"Ah, got it. You want any help?" She asks, followed by the sound of a turning page.
"I'm doing great- excited for what lies ahead." She responds, not elaborating before she accepts the present. "Oh, thank you so much!" She adds in response, delicately unwrapping it.
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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)
*Does anyone else want to rp? I would like to spend the time I’ve got decently with rp. If that’s okay.*
*(throws a whole-*ss brown dragon at you)*
Skwasniec is chasing birds, yelling at them as if they had personally offended the drake.
Rag is watching curiously from nearby, he doesn’t say anything, and doesn’t even make his presence known. Just immenating his usual heat.
The wyrmling, now tired, walks over to him and lays at his feet, soaking up the warmth. "You're not good at hiding, friend-o."
“Hard to hide when you’re fifteen feet tall, and that’s without growing any.” He says with a chuckle, sitting down and giving them as much as they’d like,
Samaritan is in his kitchen, the restaurant closed at the moment, as he works on what appears to be a cake of sorts. Multiple layers sit in the oven, keeping warm.
Aix is in his factory, trying new perfumes out.
Riotan knocks on the door.
Thirteen, ever a chemist and lover of the same, is investigating the curious new establishment.
Samaritan opens it, his mask off for once. "Riotan" he said, a smile gracing his lips.
Aix looks over and waves, tying back his hair.
Rio sprints up to him and hugs him.
Thirteen was just looking around, taking notes in his journal. He waves back.
Samaritan hugs him back, beaming a bit. He smooths back his blonde hair and chuckles "Didn't expect that."
Aix tilts his head, watching him intently.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Uhhh, I am unsure. I will take whoever you provide.*
*Works with me! Here ya go!*
Mavis is outside Lord's Point, sitting under a tree, reading.
KK is outside her warehouse in the woods, thinking about something.
Misha is outside in the woods, checking on her rabbit slips. She notices Mavis and waves to her.
Stroth appears, grinning madly. He carries a present in his hands.
She looks up from her book and waves back. "Hey." She says. "What'cha doing?"
She looks over at him, grinning as well. "Hi, Stroth!" She says to him in a cheery tone.
"O-oh, um, working I suppose." She said, shrugging.
"How're you dear?" He asked and handed her the present "For you."
"Ah, got it. You want any help?" She asks, followed by the sound of a turning page.
"I'm doing great- excited for what lies ahead." She responds, not elaborating before she accepts the present. "Oh, thank you so much!" She adds in response, delicately unwrapping it.
"No, no.. what are you reading?" She asks.
Inside is a serum of sorts, neatly stored in a vial. It glows orange with flecks of black in it. Stroth bounces on his heels "Blight Serum, should be fun to use on your experiments."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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*Wonderful! Now, let me see... I think it was- ah, here you 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)
Samaritan opens it, his mask off for once. "Riotan" he said, a smile gracing his lips.
Aix looks over and waves, tying back his hair.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She looks up and instantly jumps back. She regains her composure and smooths back her hair "Id like to believe there were a few times.."
Aix raises a browless brow, the muscles moving to retain this idea.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"O-oh, um, working I suppose." She said, shrugging.
"How're you dear?" He asked and handed her the present "For you."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Thank you Yvonne, you’re as close as it gets to being a saint.*
He thinks about it again for a moment, looking over all of her eyes as he considers the options, what may happened to them, putting a hand on the side of their face softly, smiling the smallest fraction “If that’s what you want, and what you will do, I won’t be far behind, I love you, and that means whatever it takes.”
“Oh of course, that I knew, I don’t believe I’ve introduced myself, for which I apologize, that was quite rude of me. I am Eithan, a simple knight you may know.” The familiar feeling Helianth felt comes back in full, he likely wouldn’t know much of Eithan, other than he is a seemingly immortal knight known as the blade of the silver heaven, never once stopped from completing a task in one way or another “I am unfortunately not the gardener I wish I was, but I try.”
*Does anyone else want to rp? I would like to spend the time I’ve got decently with rp. If that’s okay.*
"He never answered me." He jumps down, breaking some floorboards and rumbling the floor as he stalks up to her. "What makes you so special?"
He tilts his 'head.' "Are we related? You look really pretty, but you could be."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Rio sprints up to him and hugs him.
Thirteen was just looking around, taking notes in his journal. He waves back.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Your cerebral hemispheres are Vista-ready*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*(throws a whole-*ss brown dragon at you)*
Skwasniec is chasing birds, yelling at them as if they had personally offended the drake.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Oh, I’ve been waiting for them to be Vista-ready, fantastic.*
Rag is watching curiously from nearby, he doesn’t say anything, and doesn’t even make his presence known. Just immenating his usual heat.
"Ah, got it. You want any help?" She asks, followed by the sound of a turning page.
"I'm doing great- excited for what lies ahead." She responds, not elaborating before she accepts the present. "Oh, thank you so much!" She adds in response, delicately unwrapping it.
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)
The wyrmling, now tired, walks over to him and lays at his feet, soaking up the warmth. "You're not good at hiding, friend-o."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Hard to hide when you’re fifteen feet tall, and that’s without growing any.” He says with a chuckle, sitting down and giving them as much as they’d like,
"I do not know.. I wish I did." She said and rubbed her throat, the markings form the noose still there.
"I am not pretty, very very far from that sort of idea or characteristic." he said and tilts his head "But you are cutie."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*However, my brain runs Linux*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Samaritan hugs him back, beaming a bit. He smooths back his blonde hair and chuckles "Didn't expect that."
Aix tilts his head, watching him intently.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*…Well [gp] that just won’t do, please do replace it, your brain I mean.*
*Wanna rp?*
"No, no.. what are you reading?" She asks.
Inside is a serum of sorts, neatly stored in a vial. It glows orange with flecks of black in it. Stroth bounces on his heels "Blight Serum, should be fun to use on your experiments."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]