*Amatarou (Bee Bot) is going to use Armor Clad Faith as his theme song. He knows he lives in a broken world, but he's rejecting the AI equivalent of Nirvana (mechanical ascension) in order to keep fighting for that broken world. He believes in its values, not in the ugly truth it presents to him every day.*
*He's an idealist, and his never-ending joy and compassion mean that everyone knows it.*
*Im pretty sure the AI version of Nirvana is commonly referred to as the Singularity, but moving on, love Idealist characters, even if they are destined to be crushed by the world they love.*
*Wealth, glory, enlightenment, that darkness seems to promise all things. Well watch out. It's a sickly air that fills the place. Creatures turn mad and travelers are robbed of their memories. Perhaps dreams aren't such great things after all...*
*Im gonna be honest, based on the first two words I thought this was gonna be a One Piece reference. Hey Yvonne.*
*Hello to you as well! How doth thee fare, my good friend?*
*I fare well enough, and how do you fare my dear friend of mine?*
*I'm doing alright myself- not fantastic, but not bad either. Good to hear you're doing alright. Wanna rp?*
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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)
*Wealth, glory, enlightenment, that darkness seems to promise all things. Well watch out. It's a sickly air that fills the place. Creatures turn mad and travelers are robbed of their memories. Perhaps dreams aren't such great things after all...*
*Im gonna be honest, based on the first two words I thought this was gonna be a One Piece reference. Hey Yvonne.*
*Hello to you as well! How doth thee fare, my good friend?*
*I fare well enough, and how do you fare my dear friend of mine?*
*I'm doing alright myself- not fantastic, but not bad either. Good to hear you're doing alright. Wanna rp?*
*I would love to rp, I actually have the time, and I did intros new character. Hope you get to feeling better, even though I know I can’t help. Who do you want?*
*I'm doing alright myself- not fantastic, but not bad either. Good to hear you're doing alright. Wanna rp?*
*I would love to rp, I actually have the time, and I did intros new character. Hope you get to feeling better, even though I know I can’t help. Who do you want?*
*Let's go with... Henry and another of your choice, if you want!*
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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)
*Amatarou (Bee Bot) is going to use Armor Clad Faith as his theme song. He knows he lives in a broken world, but he's rejecting the AI equivalent of Nirvana (mechanical ascension) in order to keep fighting for that broken world. He believes in its values, not in the ugly truth it presents to him every day.*
*He's an idealist, and his never-ending joy and compassion mean that everyone knows it.*
*Im pretty sure the AI version of Nirvana is commonly referred to as the Singularity, but moving on, love Idealist characters, even if they are destined to be crushed by the world they love.*
*Fair enough.*
*I share your sentiment. I love underdogs, and making them nice guys at the same time makes them epic in my opinion... as long as you make it clear that they are struggling. Amatarou wasn't even designed for combat, and he wants to maintain his cuddly exterior so he can still provide comfort to others. He has no built-in weapons, and he's armed with nothing but knives, and he can't fight as long as a normal machine or be repaired as easily, instead having to heal like a normal humanoid.*
*Overall, the fact that he's made it this long as a glorified vending machine/healbot is more than impressive.*
*I'm doing alright myself- not fantastic, but not bad either. Good to hear you're doing alright. Wanna rp?*
*I would love to rp, I actually have the time, and I did intros new character. Hope you get to feeling better, even though I know I can’t help. Who do you want?*
*Let's go with... Henry and another of your choice, if you want!*
*Of course, here you go.*
Henry has come back from a fitting at the tailor, and is now ironing his suit, preparing for the day. A bouquet of flowers rippling with eldritch powers beyond imagining sit on KK’s desk as he hums to herself and sways his hips.
The new arrival and his small Nightmare arctic fox companion, Frost, have made their way to the Lord’s Rest Inn, and are now sitting outside, the man sitting in a Rocking chair, sharpening a knife seemingly made of ice.
*Amatarou (Bee Bot) is going to use Armor Clad Faith as his theme song. He knows he lives in a broken world, but he's rejecting the AI equivalent of Nirvana (mechanical ascension) in order to keep fighting for that broken world. He believes in its values, not in the ugly truth it presents to him every day.*
*He's an idealist, and his never-ending joy and compassion mean that everyone knows it.*
*Im pretty sure the AI version of Nirvana is commonly referred to as the Singularity, but moving on, love Idealist characters, even if they are destined to be crushed by the world they love.*
*Fair enough.*
*I share your sentiment. I love underdogs, and making them nice guys at the same time makes them epic in my opinion... as long as you make it clear that they are struggling. Amatarou wasn't even designed for combat, and he wants to maintain his cuddly exterior so he can still provide comfort to others. He has no built-in weapons, and he's armed with nothing but knives, and he can't fight as long as a normal machine or be repaired as easily, instead having to heal like a normal humanoid.*
*Overall, the fact that he's made it this long as a glorified vending machine/healbot is more than impressive.*
*A very interesting concept for a character, and one that should be protected, I hope you enjoy playing them for a while, or at least for a little one.*
*Concept: Amatarou was made by people who were on the wrong side of history, so his medals are more marks of evil than marks of heroism. He's not evil in the slightest, but he's very much serving the bad guys to begin with. Captain Klenzendorf from Jojo Rabbit, basically.*
*"My country? Why on earth would I be loyal to that? I'm loyal to all the people who live in it. I am not attacking because I hate my foes, or I don't agree with them; I am attacking because offense is the best defense."*
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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.
Samaritan is outside, helping the wedding director set up the venue for the wedding. The director keeps trying to show him off but he manages to come back again and again to help, either with the catering staff or setting up. He wears a plain black T-shirt, a pair of jeans, just something simple before the wedding. He looks stressed, horribly horribly stressed.
Riotan is decorating everything around him both with regular objects and furniture and constructs of his abyssal nature. At the moment he’s making red and silver paper lanterns.
Samaritan appears right behind him, beaming brightly behind his mask. He picks them up and spins them around.
Rio laughs and hugs him joyously.
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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.
*I'm doing alright myself- not fantastic, but not bad either. Good to hear you're doing alright. Wanna rp?*
*I would love to rp, I actually have the time, and I did intros new character. Hope you get to feeling better, even though I know I can’t help. Who do you want?*
*Let's go with... Henry and another of your choice, if you want!*
*Of course, here you go.*
Henry has come back from a fitting at the tailor, and is now ironing his suit, preparing for the day. A bouquet of flowers rippling with eldritch powers beyond imagining sit on KK’s desk as he hums to herself and sways his hips.
The new arrival and his small Nightmare arctic fox companion, Frost, have made their way to the Lord’s Rest Inn, and are now sitting outside, the man sitting in a Rocking chair, sharpening a knife seemingly made of ice.
KK arrives back at the warehouse, faintly humming to herself as she also prepares for the big day, placing her own suit in an old wardrobe towards the back of the building now that all the details have been added. She then notices the baleful bouquet on her desk, absolutely over the moon as she picks it up and takes a closer look. "These are beautiful, Henry! And so suffused with aberrant energies... thank you so much!" She says, walking over towards him slightly.
Helianth is also outside the Inn, rooted into the soil nearby, taking in sunlight. This Helianth only has four flowers- it being one of the crooked monstrosity's avatars.
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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)
*Concept: Amatarou was made by people who were on the wrong side of history, so his medals are more marks of evil than marks of heroism. He's not evil in the slightest, but he's very much serving the bad guys to begin with. Captain Klenzendorf from Jojo Rabbit, basically.*
*"My country? Why on earth would I be loyal to that? I'm loyal to all the people who live in it. I am not attacking because I hate my foes, or I don't agree with them; I am attacking because offense is the best defense."*
*Man, that concept actually makes me want to make a character like Yuji, a soldier on the front line, faceless killer sort of character, just a murderer given a good cause to let their violence go unpunished. A sort of false savior. Idk though.*
*I'm doing alright myself- not fantastic, but not bad either. Good to hear you're doing alright. Wanna rp?*
*I would love to rp, I actually have the time, and I did intros new character. Hope you get to feeling better, even though I know I can’t help. Who do you want?*
*Let's go with... Henry and another of your choice, if you want!*
*Of course, here you go.*
Henry has come back from a fitting at the tailor, and is now ironing his suit, preparing for the day. A bouquet of flowers rippling with eldritch powers beyond imagining sit on KK’s desk as he hums to herself and sways his hips.
The new arrival and his small Nightmare arctic fox companion, Frost, have made their way to the Lord’s Rest Inn, and are now sitting outside, the man sitting in a Rocking chair, sharpening a knife seemingly made of ice.
KK arrives back at the warehouse, faintly humming to herself as she also prepares for the big day, placing her own suit in an old wardrobe towards the back of the building now that all the details have been added. She then notices the baleful bouquet on her desk, absolutely over the moon as she picks it up and takes a closer look. "These are beautiful, Henry! And so suffused with aberrant energies... thank you so much!" She says, walking over towards him slightly.
Helianth is also outside the Inn, rooted into the soil nearby, taking in sunlight. This Helianth only has four flowers- it being one of the crooked monstrosity's avatars.
He looks back to them, simply wearing undergarments and a simple t shirt, “Oh think nothing of it dear, it’s nothing compared to the gift I’m going to get you soon, that will be something entirely amazing.” He walks back over to them as the iron warms up, kissing KK softly and passionately.
Despite bathing in the light of the sun, they suddenly feel a chilling cold as the man looks over to them. His smile is charismatic, but his aura doesn’t feel… right if Helianth would understand what that’s like. A monster in human form. A predator.
KK arrives back at the warehouse, faintly humming to herself as she also prepares for the big day, placing her own suit in an old wardrobe towards the back of the building now that all the details have been added. She then notices the baleful bouquet on her desk, absolutely over the moon as she picks it up and takes a closer look. "These are beautiful, Henry! And so suffused with aberrant energies... thank you so much!" She says, walking over towards him slightly.
Helianth is also outside the Inn, rooted into the soil nearby, taking in sunlight. This Helianth only has four flowers- it being one of the crooked monstrosity's avatars.
He looks back to them, simply wearing undergarments and a simple t shirt, “Oh think nothing of it dear, it’s nothing compared to the gift I’m going to get you soon, that will be something entirely amazing.” He walks back over to them as the iron warms up, kissing KK softly and passionately.
Despite bathing in the light of the sun, they suddenly feel a chilling cold as the man looks over to them. His smile is charismatic, but his aura doesn’t feel… right if Helianth would understand what that’s like. A monster in human form. A predator.
The kiss lasts a good few seconds before they part. "Really? I'm curious to see what that is." She starts. "I'm also curious about how this bouquet has so much power invested into it... and about what Yharnam is like... overall, my mind is just racing. I'm just so excited for tomorrow."
The sunflower looks over at them, somewhat understanding the general feeling of unease but not quite being able to identify it. "I don't believe we've ever met before. Who are you?"
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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)
KK arrives back at the warehouse, faintly humming to herself as she also prepares for the big day, placing her own suit in an old wardrobe towards the back of the building now that all the details have been added. She then notices the baleful bouquet on her desk, absolutely over the moon as she picks it up and takes a closer look. "These are beautiful, Henry! And so suffused with aberrant energies... thank you so much!" She says, walking over towards him slightly.
Helianth is also outside the Inn, rooted into the soil nearby, taking in sunlight. This Helianth only has four flowers- it being one of the crooked monstrosity's avatars.
He looks back to them, simply wearing undergarments and a simple t shirt, “Oh think nothing of it dear, it’s nothing compared to the gift I’m going to get you soon, that will be something entirely amazing.” He walks back over to them as the iron warms up, kissing KK softly and passionately.
Despite bathing in the light of the sun, they suddenly feel a chilling cold as the man looks over to them. His smile is charismatic, but his aura doesn’t feel… right if Helianth would understand what that’s like. A monster in human form. A predator.
The kiss lasts a good few seconds before they part. "Really? I'm curious to see what that is." She starts. "I'm also curious about how this bouquet has so much power invested into it... and about what Yharnam is like... overall, my mind is just racing. I'm just so excited for tomorrow."
The sunflower looks over at them, somewhat understanding the general feeling of unease but not quite being able to identify it. "I don't believe we've ever met before. Who are you?"
“I’m glad you are curious, but that’s what surprises are for, love of my life. I haven’t been this happy for anything to come in a very long time, though the bouquet is going to have to remain just that, a surprise for now.” He pulls back from her, smiling.
He crosses his legs casually, a soft smile resting on his face, “Oh we haven’t, but I do believe your reputation proceeds ya, god of stars Helianth.” His accent Australian, his teeth are strangely clean, to an eerie point.
He looks back to them, simply wearing undergarments and a simple t shirt, “Oh think nothing of it dear, it’s nothing compared to the gift I’m going to get you soon, that will be something entirely amazing.” He walks back over to them as the iron warms up, kissing KK softly and passionately.
Despite bathing in the light of the sun, they suddenly feel a chilling cold as the man looks over to them. His smile is charismatic, but his aura doesn’t feel… right if Helianth would understand what that’s like. A monster in human form. A predator.
The kiss lasts a good few seconds before they part. "Really? I'm curious to see what that is." She starts. "I'm also curious about how this bouquet has so much power invested into it... and about what Yharnam is like... overall, my mind is just racing. I'm just so excited for tomorrow."
The sunflower looks over at them, somewhat understanding the general feeling of unease but not quite being able to identify it. "I don't believe we've ever met before. Who are you?"
“I’m glad you are curious, but that’s what surprises are for, love of my life. I haven’t been this happy for anything to come in a very long time, though the bouquet is going to have to remain just that, a surprise for now.” He pulls back from her, smiling.
He crosses his legs casually, a soft smile resting on his face, “Oh we haven’t, but I do believe your reputation proceeds ya, god of stars Helianth.” His accent Australian, his teeth are strangely clean, to an eerie point.
"I know that- I'll eagerly await whatever surprises there are in store, then. I do still have one question for you, my dear moon and stars. If Yharnam is in another realm, how do plan for us to get there? Of course, if that's another surprise, you needn't tell me now- I'll wait for that too."
"I see... I suppose word spreads fast when a new god appears. Still not quite used to that yet." It says to no one in particular. "What brings you to Lord's Point?"
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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)
He looks back to them, simply wearing undergarments and a simple t shirt, “Oh think nothing of it dear, it’s nothing compared to the gift I’m going to get you soon, that will be something entirely amazing.” He walks back over to them as the iron warms up, kissing KK softly and passionately.
Despite bathing in the light of the sun, they suddenly feel a chilling cold as the man looks over to them. His smile is charismatic, but his aura doesn’t feel… right if Helianth would understand what that’s like. A monster in human form. A predator.
The kiss lasts a good few seconds before they part. "Really? I'm curious to see what that is." She starts. "I'm also curious about how this bouquet has so much power invested into it... and about what Yharnam is like... overall, my mind is just racing. I'm just so excited for tomorrow."
The sunflower looks over at them, somewhat understanding the general feeling of unease but not quite being able to identify it. "I don't believe we've ever met before. Who are you?"
“I’m glad you are curious, but that’s what surprises are for, love of my life. I haven’t been this happy for anything to come in a very long time, though the bouquet is going to have to remain just that, a surprise for now.” He pulls back from her, smiling.
He crosses his legs casually, a soft smile resting on his face, “Oh we haven’t, but I do believe your reputation proceeds ya, god of stars Helianth.” His accent Australian, his teeth are strangely clean, to an eerie point.
"I know that- I'll eagerly await whatever surprises there are in store, then. I do still have one question for you, my dear moon and stars. If Yharnam is in another realm, how do plan for us to get there? Of course, if that's another surprise, you needn't tell me now- I'll wait for that too."
"I see... I suppose word spreads fast when a new god appears. Still not quite used to that yet." It says to no one in particular. "What brings you to Lord's Point?"
“Oh that is very interesting indeed, you are going to love this, follow me.” He walks out of the warehouse, grabbing his shortswords along the way, spinning them in each of his hands, humming as he walks and closing his eyes, “Dear, please name any plane or realm you can think of.” The runes on each blades begin to glow.
“Just a little bit of easy business, nothing a god such as yourself should be worried about.” He blinks, closing his eyes for a moment, leaning back in his chair, his breath leaving clouds of cold.
"I know that- I'll eagerly await whatever surprises there are in store, then. I do still have one question for you, my dear moon and stars. If Yharnam is in another realm, how do plan for us to get there? Of course, if that's another surprise, you needn't tell me now- I'll wait for that too."
"I see... I suppose word spreads fast when a new god appears. Still not quite used to that yet." It says to no one in particular. "What brings you to Lord's Point?"
“Oh that is very interesting indeed, you are going to love this, follow me.” He walks out of the warehouse, grabbing his shortswords along the way, spinning them in each of his hands, humming as he walks and closing his eyes, “Dear, please name any plane or realm you can think of.” The runes on each blades begin to glow.
“Just a little bit of easy business, nothing a god such as yourself should be worried about.” He blinks, closing his eyes for a moment, leaning back in his chair, his breath leaving clouds of cold.
She follows him, growing increasingly interested. The very first thought she has of a place is the Beach- that realm has already captivated her, coiled its tendrils around her mind- but it's not the one she chooses. "...The worn-down cabin outside of the town of Oakenloom." She decides, saying the name with the faintest hint of wistfulness.
It notices this and seems somewhat intrigued, but doesn't comment on it. "I'm not worried- I was merely curious. Though, you needn't share if you don't wish to." It is silent for a few seconds, before simply asking. "What's your name?"
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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 know that- I'll eagerly await whatever surprises there are in store, then. I do still have one question for you, my dear moon and stars. If Yharnam is in another realm, how do plan for us to get there? Of course, if that's another surprise, you needn't tell me now- I'll wait for that too."
"I see... I suppose word spreads fast when a new god appears. Still not quite used to that yet." It says to no one in particular. "What brings you to Lord's Point?"
“Oh that is very interesting indeed, you are going to love this, follow me.” He walks out of the warehouse, grabbing his shortswords along the way, spinning them in each of his hands, humming as he walks and closing his eyes, “Dear, please name any plane or realm you can think of.” The runes on each blades begin to glow.
“Just a little bit of easy business, nothing a god such as yourself should be worried about.” He blinks, closing his eyes for a moment, leaning back in his chair, his breath leaving clouds of cold.
She follows him, growing increasingly interested. The very first thought she has of a place is the Beach- that realm has already captivated her, coiled its tendrils around her mind- but it's not the one she chooses. "...The worn-down cabin outside of the town of Oakenloom." She decides, saying the name with the faintest hint of wistfulness.
It notices this and seems somewhat intrigued, but doesn't comment on it. "I'm not worried- I was merely curious. Though, you needn't share if you don't wish to." It is silent for a few seconds, before simply asking. "What's your name?"
He begins to swing his blades like a conductor would their wand, humming a song as he seems to be cutting lines in space, the cuts multiplying with each movement of his wrists, until there is a hole made, that unfolds to reveal the exact spot they named. He opens his eyes once more, putting the blades to his sides, “How wonderful, I assume this is the cabin?”
“Just Jason, last names don’t matter of course, and it isn’t anything that would concern you, you likely wouldn’t even know anything about what I’ll do.” He says with a chuckle, getting up from the chair to walk over to the avatar, the Nightmare following after him.
Jax is soaked in blood, wearing only pants which are nearly destroyed. He is too despaired to hold his stronger, taller form. He clings to his knife, kneeling before an empty grave and wailing.
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"I know that- I'll eagerly await whatever surprises there are in store, then. I do still have one question for you, my dear moon and stars. If Yharnam is in another realm, how do plan for us to get there? Of course, if that's another surprise, you needn't tell me now- I'll wait for that too."
"I see... I suppose word spreads fast when a new god appears. Still not quite used to that yet." It says to no one in particular. "What brings you to Lord's Point?"
“Oh that is very interesting indeed, you are going to love this, follow me.” He walks out of the warehouse, grabbing his shortswords along the way, spinning them in each of his hands, humming as he walks and closing his eyes, “Dear, please name any plane or realm you can think of.” The runes on each blades begin to glow.
“Just a little bit of easy business, nothing a god such as yourself should be worried about.” He blinks, closing his eyes for a moment, leaning back in his chair, his breath leaving clouds of cold.
She follows him, growing increasingly interested. The very first thought she has of a place is the Beach- that realm has already captivated her, coiled its tendrils around her mind- but it's not the one she chooses. "...The worn-down cabin outside of the town of Oakenloom." She decides, saying the name with the faintest hint of wistfulness.
It notices this and seems somewhat intrigued, but doesn't comment on it. "I'm not worried- I was merely curious. Though, you needn't share if you don't wish to." It is silent for a few seconds, before simply asking. "What's your name?"
He begins to swing his blades like a conductor would their wand, humming a song as he seems to be cutting lines in space, the cuts multiplying with each movement of his wrists, until there is a hole made, that unfolds to reveal the exact spot they named. He opens his eyes once more, putting the blades to his sides, “How wonderful, I assume this is the cabin?”
“Just Jason, last names don’t matter of course, and it isn’t anything that would concern you, you likely wouldn’t even know anything about what I’ll do.” He says with a chuckle, getting up from the chair to walk over to the avatar, the Nightmare following after him.
The tear in reality reveals an old, broken-down cabin- even more rotted than KK remembers it and on the verge of total collapse- in the midst of a conifer forest. She recognizes it immediately despite the furthered decay, a somewhat somber expression on her face. "...That's it. That's where it all ended, and it all began." She says.
It chuckles a bit as well- they can notice that while the air around the avatar is cold from its absorption of light, the faint warmth of captive stars can be felt as they approach. "I can understand that. You have your machinations, and I have mine." It says, not diverting its gaze from the sun above.
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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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*Im pretty sure the AI version of Nirvana is commonly referred to as the Singularity, but moving on, love Idealist characters, even if they are destined to be crushed by the world they love.*
*I'm doing alright myself- not fantastic, but not bad either. Good to hear you're doing alright. Wanna rp?*
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 would love to rp, I actually have the time, and I did intros new character. Hope you get to feeling better, even though I know I can’t help. Who do you want?*
*Let's go with... Henry and another of your choice, if you want!*
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)
*Fair enough.*
*I share your sentiment. I love underdogs, and making them nice guys at the same time makes them epic in my opinion... as long as you make it clear that they are struggling. Amatarou wasn't even designed for combat, and he wants to maintain his cuddly exterior so he can still provide comfort to others. He has no built-in weapons, and he's armed with nothing but knives, and he can't fight as long as a normal machine or be repaired as easily, instead having to heal like a normal humanoid.*
*Overall, the fact that he's made it this long as a glorified vending machine/healbot is more than impressive.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Of course, here you go.*
Henry has come back from a fitting at the tailor, and is now ironing his suit, preparing for the day. A bouquet of flowers rippling with eldritch powers beyond imagining sit on KK’s desk as he hums to herself and sways his hips.
The new arrival and his small Nightmare arctic fox companion, Frost, have made their way to the Lord’s Rest Inn, and are now sitting outside, the man sitting in a Rocking chair, sharpening a knife seemingly made of ice.
*A very interesting concept for a character, and one that should be protected, I hope you enjoy playing them for a while, or at least for a little one.*
*Concept: Amatarou was made by people who were on the wrong side of history, so his medals are more marks of evil than marks of heroism. He's not evil in the slightest, but he's very much serving the bad guys to begin with. Captain Klenzendorf from Jojo Rabbit, basically.*
*"My country? Why on earth would I be loyal to that? I'm loyal to all the people who live in it. I am not attacking because I hate my foes, or I don't agree with them; I am attacking because offense is the best defense."*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Rio laughs and hugs him joyously.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
KK arrives back at the warehouse, faintly humming to herself as she also prepares for the big day, placing her own suit in an old wardrobe towards the back of the building now that all the details have been added. She then notices the baleful bouquet on her desk, absolutely over the moon as she picks it up and takes a closer look. "These are beautiful, Henry! And so suffused with aberrant energies... thank you so much!" She says, walking over towards him slightly.
Helianth is also outside the Inn, rooted into the soil nearby, taking in sunlight. This Helianth only has four flowers- it being one of the crooked monstrosity's avatars.
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)
*Man, that concept actually makes me want to make a character like Yuji, a soldier on the front line, faceless killer sort of character, just a murderer given a good cause to let their violence go unpunished. A sort of false savior. Idk though.*
He looks back to them, simply wearing undergarments and a simple t shirt, “Oh think nothing of it dear, it’s nothing compared to the gift I’m going to get you soon, that will be something entirely amazing.” He walks back over to them as the iron warms up, kissing KK softly and passionately.
Despite bathing in the light of the sun, they suddenly feel a chilling cold as the man looks over to them. His smile is charismatic, but his aura doesn’t feel… right if Helianth would understand what that’s like. A monster in human form. A predator.
The kiss lasts a good few seconds before they part. "Really? I'm curious to see what that is." She starts. "I'm also curious about how this bouquet has so much power invested into it... and about what Yharnam is like... overall, my mind is just racing. I'm just so excited for tomorrow."
The sunflower looks over at them, somewhat understanding the general feeling of unease but not quite being able to identify it. "I don't believe we've ever met before. Who are you?"
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 glad you are curious, but that’s what surprises are for, love of my life. I haven’t been this happy for anything to come in a very long time, though the bouquet is going to have to remain just that, a surprise for now.” He pulls back from her, smiling.
He crosses his legs casually, a soft smile resting on his face, “Oh we haven’t, but I do believe your reputation proceeds ya, god of stars Helianth.” His accent Australian, his teeth are strangely clean, to an eerie point.
"I know that- I'll eagerly await whatever surprises there are in store, then. I do still have one question for you, my dear moon and stars. If Yharnam is in another realm, how do plan for us to get there? Of course, if that's another surprise, you needn't tell me now- I'll wait for that too."
"I see... I suppose word spreads fast when a new god appears. Still not quite used to that yet." It says to no one in particular. "What brings you to Lord's Point?"
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)
“Oh that is very interesting indeed, you are going to love this, follow me.” He walks out of the warehouse, grabbing his shortswords along the way, spinning them in each of his hands, humming as he walks and closing his eyes, “Dear, please name any plane or realm you can think of.” The runes on each blades begin to glow.
“Just a little bit of easy business, nothing a god such as yourself should be worried about.” He blinks, closing his eyes for a moment, leaning back in his chair, his breath leaving clouds of cold.
She follows him, growing increasingly interested. The very first thought she has of a place is the Beach- that realm has already captivated her, coiled its tendrils around her mind- but it's not the one she chooses. "...The worn-down cabin outside of the town of Oakenloom." She decides, saying the name with the faintest hint of wistfulness.
It notices this and seems somewhat intrigued, but doesn't comment on it. "I'm not worried- I was merely curious. Though, you needn't share if you don't wish to." It is silent for a few seconds, before simply asking. "What's your name?"
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 begins to swing his blades like a conductor would their wand, humming a song as he seems to be cutting lines in space, the cuts multiplying with each movement of his wrists, until there is a hole made, that unfolds to reveal the exact spot they named. He opens his eyes once more, putting the blades to his sides, “How wonderful, I assume this is the cabin?”
“Just Jason, last names don’t matter of course, and it isn’t anything that would concern you, you likely wouldn’t even know anything about what I’ll do.” He says with a chuckle, getting up from the chair to walk over to the avatar, the Nightmare following after him.
Jax is soaked in blood, wearing only pants which are nearly destroyed. He is too despaired to hold his stronger, taller form. He clings to his knife, kneeling before an empty grave and wailing.
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The tear in reality reveals an old, broken-down cabin- even more rotted than KK remembers it and on the verge of total collapse- in the midst of a conifer forest. She recognizes it immediately despite the furthered decay, a somewhat somber expression on her face. "...That's it. That's where it all ended, and it all began." She says.
It chuckles a bit as well- they can notice that while the air around the avatar is cold from its absorption of light, the faint warmth of captive stars can be felt as they approach. "I can understand that. You have your machinations, and I have mine." It says, not diverting its gaze from the sun above.
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)