*It sees the face beneath! Or could it be just another mask? Truth in Lord's Point is always buried deep. How many layers will it pry through?*
*Oh hey wassup buddy?*
*Not much at the moment- I'm starting to assemble and paint my first Warhammer minis, but not much else of note. How are you, my good friend?*
*I am alive, and that’s as much as I’ll get, ya know?*
*Yeah, I know. Good to know you're at least doing alright.*
*I have two questions. 1: Wanna rp? and 2: The nearest irl full moon date is this Friday, so would you like to have Henry and KK's wedding occur then?*
*Firstly, of course I would if I can, and secondly, that date definitely works for me. I might not be on all day, so I hope I can manage when we do it.*
*Wonderful! Here's the characters I have available at the moment- feel free to use any characters you want!*
KK is continuing her experiments with the Old Blood, recording its effects on animated inanimate material- namely, the severed and still-twitching arm of a Mannequin- if any occur.
Omori is continuing to practice her magic, still trying to cast Moonbeam to no avail, though learning more with each attempt.
It explodes into flames, though the flesh heals as it burns, which is incredibly interesting. Henry comes over in his suit, looking like the world’s most dapper insane person, double O seven style good looking.
Top comes out of nowhere, picks them up, and keeps running, “Don’t worry, not kidnapping you, your mother asked me to bring you back to the orphanage.”
*Wonderful! Here's the characters I have available at the moment- feel free to use any characters you want!*
KK is continuing her experiments with the Old Blood, recording its effects on animated inanimate material- namely, the severed and still-twitching arm of a Mannequin- if any occur.
Omori is continuing to practice her magic, still trying to cast Moonbeam to no avail, though learning more with each attempt.
It explodes into flames, though the flesh heals as it burns, which is incredibly interesting. Henry comes over in his suit, looking like the world’s most dapper insane person, double O seven style good looking.
Top comes out of nowhere, picks them up, and keeps running, “Don’t worry, not kidnapping you, your mother asked me to bring you back to the orphanage.”
*Apologies for the delay*
"Fascinating..." She mutters to herself, changing one of her fingers to a long shadowy spike and placing it delicately on the page of her notepad- words of shadowy ink form on the paper as she moves the claw across it, pausing every so often as she thinks. She looks over at Henry as he approaches, her smile growing a touch wider. "Good morning, dear."
Omori can barely register what's going on for a second, before responding. "W- Wait, what? What's happening back at the orphanage?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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)
*Wonderful! Here's the characters I have available at the moment- feel free to use any characters you want!*
KK is continuing her experiments with the Old Blood, recording its effects on animated inanimate material- namely, the severed and still-twitching arm of a Mannequin- if any occur.
Omori is continuing to practice her magic, still trying to cast Moonbeam to no avail, though learning more with each attempt.
It explodes into flames, though the flesh heals as it burns, which is incredibly interesting. Henry comes over in his suit, looking like the world’s most dapper insane person, double O seven style good looking.
Top comes out of nowhere, picks them up, and keeps running, “Don’t worry, not kidnapping you, your mother asked me to bring you back to the orphanage.”
*Apologies for the delay*
"Fascinating..." She mutters to herself, changing one of her fingers to a long shadowy spike and placing it delicately on the page of her notepad- words of shadowy ink form on the paper as she moves the claw across it, pausing every so often as she thinks. She looks over at Henry as he approaches, her smile growing a touch wider. "Good morning, dear."
Omori can barely register what's going on for a second, before responding. "W- Wait, what? What's happening back at the orphanage?"
*Sorry for my own delay.*
“Dear, I do believe it’s evening, either way, how goes the experimentation?” He asks, putting his cane over his shoulder as he looks at the ever burning hand, “Have we considered once again experimenting on living subjects? The results may be like something I’ve seen before.” He takes out his own journal, flipping to the pages on the Dark Beasts.
“Don’t know, I was just told to get you, your mom was just telling me to come get you, and to do it fast, and you know I’m the best at being things fast.” He says as they blur through the forest towards the orphanage.
It explodes into flames, though the flesh heals as it burns, which is incredibly interesting. Henry comes over in his suit, looking like the world’s most dapper insane person, double O seven style good looking.
Top comes out of nowhere, picks them up, and keeps running, “Don’t worry, not kidnapping you, your mother asked me to bring you back to the orphanage.”
*Anybody else wanna rp?*
*Apologies for the delay*
"Fascinating..." She mutters to herself, changing one of her fingers to a long shadowy spike and placing it delicately on the page of her notepad- words of shadowy ink form on the paper as she moves the claw across it, pausing every so often as she thinks. She looks over at Henry as he approaches, her smile growing a touch wider. "Good morning, dear."
Omori can barely register what's going on for a second, before responding. "W- Wait, what? What's happening back at the orphanage?"
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)
(Hi Yvonne)
Backup account for when I can’t login to my main. Probably won’t see much use
*That was more than a bit.*
*Anyway, bee cleric. Who is a bee. Filled with smaller bees.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Like that one purgatory guy you made.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Inbeed!*
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 love a good colony.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I remember him! The honey knight or something, right?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I have he perfect race for it too. Hivebody!*
*They have a -1 to AC and 25ft movespeed.*
*But bees, my darling.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Oh! Didn't see you there! Yeah, a mellified executioner, mummified in honey to be used as medicine.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I wanna rp but I also want to commit tax fraud.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Oh that’s perfect, I just got here, and why not do both?*
*Fair point.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Sorry for my own delay.*
“Dear, I do believe it’s evening, either way, how goes the experimentation?” He asks, putting his cane over his shoulder as he looks at the ever burning hand, “Have we considered once again experimenting on living subjects? The results may be like something I’ve seen before.” He takes out his own journal, flipping to the pages on the Dark Beasts.
“Don’t know, I was just told to get you, your mom was just telling me to come get you, and to do it fast, and you know I’m the best at being things fast.” He says as they blur through the forest towards the orphanage.
*We can do both. When one is typing a response, the other can work on the tax forms*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Do you wanna rp with me specifically?*
*Anyway, since I’m here, does anyone want to rp? Yall probably don’t, but it’s good to ask.*
*aeiou*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*And sometimes y? I’ll take that as a yes.*