*Then, allow me to paint a picture for you both...*
KK stands at the Beach, looking out at the churning, writhing sea that is the Nocturne in the distance, taking a moment just to take in the hellish environment around her. In one pair of her hands is the bouquet from the wedding, the one that absolutely writhes with eldritch influence. In another hand... is a smooth porcelain mask, entirely featureless save for six painted green circles reminiscent of her eyes. Despite the lack of detail, it looks like it was very carefully made- she wants her Artefact to be as good of quality as possible.
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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)
*Then, allow me to paint a picture for you both...*
KK stands at the Beach, looking out at the churning, writhing sea that is the Nocturne in the distance, taking a moment just to take in the hellish environment around her. In one pair of her hands is the bouquet from the wedding, the one that absolutely writhes with eldritch influence. In another hand... is a smooth porcelain mask, entirely featureless save for six painted green circles reminiscent of her eyes. Despite the lack of detail, it looks like it was very carefully made- she wants her Artefact to be as good of quality as possible.
Henry isn’t far behind them, though he arrived a little later, staring at the water. He has taken the time to decide what he may have gotten, but he’s finally chosen what he wants, bringing his cane that KK had made for him, as well as his shortswords, chilling with eldritch power, and finally, his ring. He waits for the moment, whatever may come.
*Then, allow me to paint a picture for you both...*
KK stands at the Beach, looking out at the churning, writhing sea that is the Nocturne in the distance, taking a moment just to take in the hellish environment around her. In one pair of her hands is the bouquet from the wedding, the one that absolutely writhes with eldritch influence. In another hand... is a smooth porcelain mask, entirely featureless save for six painted green circles reminiscent of her eyes. Despite the lack of detail, it looks like it was very carefully made- she wants her Artefact to be as good of quality as possible.
Henry isn’t far behind them, though he arrived a little later, staring at the water. He has taken the time to decide what he may have gotten, but he’s finally chosen what he wants, bringing his cane that KK had made for him, as well as his shortswords, chilling with eldritch power, and finally, his ring. He waits for the moment, whatever may come.
She moves slightly to stand beside him, gently holding his hand with the one hand she has that isn't carrying anything- the hand that also has her own ring. She doesn't say anything for a long while, before finally speaking. "Beautiful, isn't it?" She says, looking out to the sea.
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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)
*Then, allow me to paint a picture for you both...*
KK stands at the Beach, looking out at the churning, writhing sea that is the Nocturne in the distance, taking a moment just to take in the hellish environment around her. In one pair of her hands is the bouquet from the wedding, the one that absolutely writhes with eldritch influence. In another hand... is a smooth porcelain mask, entirely featureless save for six painted green circles reminiscent of her eyes. Despite the lack of detail, it looks like it was very carefully made- she wants her Artefact to be as good of quality as possible.
Henry isn’t far behind them, though he arrived a little later, staring at the water. He has taken the time to decide what he may have gotten, but he’s finally chosen what he wants, bringing his cane that KK had made for him, as well as his shortswords, chilling with eldritch power, and finally, his ring. He waits for the moment, whatever may come.
She moves slightly to stand beside him, gently holding his hand with the one hand she has that isn't carrying anything- the hand that also has her own ring. She doesn't say anything for a long while, before finally speaking. "Beautiful, isn't it?" She says, looking out to the sea.
He takes the hand, letting his other hand hold everything else other than his ring, looking into the churning ‘water’ as he takes it all in for a moment before nodding and smiling with that insanity “The only thing that’s more beautiful is you, my dear.” He says with a laugh, more a cackle.
*Hello, Jester. I realized that I had been neglecting this thread to take care of the one I made, and that was the problem that caused me to create Nightmare Shift in the first place, so I'm going to try to spend time on here at the same time to avoid hypocrisy.*
*Dude, it’s all good, when I made Blood an’ Water I don’t remember being on here as much in the attempt to keep it alive. It’s okay to want to keep your creation from dying. It’s not hypocrisy, it’s worry.*
*Alright, but I still want to spend time with you guys and your characters.*
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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.
*Hello, Jester. I realized that I had been neglecting this thread to take care of the one I made, and that was the problem that caused me to create Nightmare Shift in the first place, so I'm going to try to spend time on here at the same time to avoid hypocrisy.*
*Dude, it’s all good, when I made Blood an’ Water I don’t remember being on here as much in the attempt to keep it alive. It’s okay to want to keep your creation from dying. It’s not hypocrisy, it’s worry.*
*Alright, but I still want to spend time with you guys and your characters.*
*If you say so, I would be happy, I did intro on your thread, jsyk.*
She moves slightly to stand beside him, gently holding his hand with the one hand she has that isn't carrying anything- the hand that also has her own ring. She doesn't say anything for a long while, before finally speaking. "Beautiful, isn't it?" She says, looking out to the sea.
He takes the hand, letting his other hand hold everything else other than his ring, looking into the churning ‘water’ as he takes it all in for a moment before nodding and smiling with that insanity “The only thing that’s more beautiful is you, my dear.” He says with a laugh, more a cackle.
She laughs as well. "Thank you. It's beauty doesn't hold a candle to yours, either." She responds, grinning ear to ear in her usual unnerving manner.
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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)
She moves slightly to stand beside him, gently holding his hand with the one hand she has that isn't carrying anything- the hand that also has her own ring. She doesn't say anything for a long while, before finally speaking. "Beautiful, isn't it?" She says, looking out to the sea.
He takes the hand, letting his other hand hold everything else other than his ring, looking into the churning ‘water’ as he takes it all in for a moment before nodding and smiling with that insanity “The only thing that’s more beautiful is you, my dear.” He says with a laugh, more a cackle.
She laughs as well. "Thank you. It's beauty doesn't hold a candle to yours, either." She responds, grinning ear to ear in her usual unnerving manner.
He wraps his arm around them, pulling them close and smiling “We both know that is far from true. Are you ready to become your most perfect self, my beloved?” He asks, looking back out to the water.
She moves slightly to stand beside him, gently holding his hand with the one hand she has that isn't carrying anything- the hand that also has her own ring. She doesn't say anything for a long while, before finally speaking. "Beautiful, isn't it?" She says, looking out to the sea.
He takes the hand, letting his other hand hold everything else other than his ring, looking into the churning ‘water’ as he takes it all in for a moment before nodding and smiling with that insanity “The only thing that’s more beautiful is you, my dear.” He says with a laugh, more a cackle.
She laughs as well. "Thank you. It's beauty doesn't hold a candle to yours, either." She responds, grinning ear to ear in her usual unnerving manner.
He wraps his arm around them, pulling them close and smiling “We both know that is far from true. Are you ready to become your most perfect self, my beloved?” He asks, looking back out to the water.
"Of course." She answers, leaning slightly against him as she beholds the Dark Energy sea before them. After a while, she begins walking towards the Nocturne's cold embrace, not straying far from the love of her life.
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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)
She moves slightly to stand beside him, gently holding his hand with the one hand she has that isn't carrying anything- the hand that also has her own ring. She doesn't say anything for a long while, before finally speaking. "Beautiful, isn't it?" She says, looking out to the sea.
He takes the hand, letting his other hand hold everything else other than his ring, looking into the churning ‘water’ as he takes it all in for a moment before nodding and smiling with that insanity “The only thing that’s more beautiful is you, my dear.” He says with a laugh, more a cackle.
She laughs as well. "Thank you. It's beauty doesn't hold a candle to yours, either." She responds, grinning ear to ear in her usual unnerving manner.
He wraps his arm around them, pulling them close and smiling “We both know that is far from true. Are you ready to become your most perfect self, my beloved?” He asks, looking back out to the water.
"Of course." She answers, leaning slightly against him as she beholds the Dark Energy sea before them. After a while, she begins walking towards the Nocturne's cold embrace, not straying far from the love of her life.
Henry walks with them, feeling the cold, but at the same the new warmth he feels as he begins to be consumed by it. His items sink into the sea with him, his hand clasped around one of KK’s, despite his words he seems to be feeling the smallest bit of anxiety.
He wraps his arm around them, pulling them close and smiling “We both know that is far from true. Are you ready to become your most perfect self, my beloved?” He asks, looking back out to the water.
"Of course." She answers, leaning slightly against him as she beholds the Dark Energy sea before them. After a while, she begins walking towards the Nocturne's cold embrace, not straying far from the love of her life.
Henry walks with them, feeling the cold, but at the same the new warmth he feels as he begins to be consumed by it. His items sink into the sea with him, his hand clasped around one of KK’s, despite his words he seems to be feeling the smallest bit of anxiety.
She doesn't seem to be anxious in the least, continuing forward as the Dark Energy pulls her very soul towards the inky depths. Her hand never leaves his, though he can feel it becoming slightly less tangible, as if she was dissolving into the Nocturne 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)
He wraps his arm around them, pulling them close and smiling “We both know that is far from true. Are you ready to become your most perfect self, my beloved?” He asks, looking back out to the water.
"Of course." She answers, leaning slightly against him as she beholds the Dark Energy sea before them. After a while, she begins walking towards the Nocturne's cold embrace, not straying far from the love of her life.
Henry walks with them, feeling the cold, but at the same the new warmth he feels as he begins to be consumed by it. His items sink into the sea with him, his hand clasped around one of KK’s, despite his words he seems to be feeling the smallest bit of anxiety.
She doesn't seem to be anxious in the least, continuing forward as the Dark Energy pulls her very soul towards the inky depths. Her hand never leaves his, though he can feel it becoming slightly less tangible, as if she was dissolving into the Nocturne itself.
The feeling comes from both sides as he follows them into the depths, eventually entirely consumed by the waves. He doesn’t once lose himself under the feeling, though his form becomes more amorphous, as he seems to shift and change form.
*Then, allow me to paint a picture for you both...*
KK stands at the Beach, looking out at the churning, writhing sea that is the Nocturne in the distance, taking a moment just to take in the hellish environment around her. In one pair of her hands is the bouquet from the wedding, the one that absolutely writhes with eldritch influence. In another hand... is a smooth porcelain mask, entirely featureless save for six painted green circles reminiscent of her eyes. Despite the lack of detail, it looks like it was very carefully made- she wants her Artefact to be as good of quality as possible.
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)
*That's great!- that you're happy with the thread, I mean. Hopefully you can get as much rest as you need today.*
*I'm doing good- excited for the reveal I have planned.*
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)
Henry isn’t far behind them, though he arrived a little later, staring at the water. He has taken the time to decide what he may have gotten, but he’s finally chosen what he wants, bringing his cane that KK had made for him, as well as his shortswords, chilling with eldritch power, and finally, his ring. He waits for the moment, whatever may come.
She moves slightly to stand beside him, gently holding his hand with the one hand she has that isn't carrying anything- the hand that also has her own ring. She doesn't say anything for a long while, before finally speaking. "Beautiful, isn't it?" She says, looking out to the sea.
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 takes the hand, letting his other hand hold everything else other than his ring, looking into the churning ‘water’ as he takes it all in for a moment before nodding and smiling with that insanity “The only thing that’s more beautiful is you, my dear.” He says with a laugh, more a cackle.
*Alright, but I still want to spend time with you guys and your characters.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*This is going to be wonderful, I just know it.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*If you say so, I would be happy, I did intro on your thread, jsyk.*
She laughs as well. "Thank you. It's beauty doesn't hold a candle to yours, either." She responds, grinning ear to ear in her usual unnerving manner.
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 wraps his arm around them, pulling them close and smiling “We both know that is far from true. Are you ready to become your most perfect self, my beloved?” He asks, looking back out to the water.
"Of course." She answers, leaning slightly against him as she beholds the Dark Energy sea before them. After a while, she begins walking towards the Nocturne's cold embrace, not straying far from the love of her life.
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)
Henry walks with them, feeling the cold, but at the same the new warmth he feels as he begins to be consumed by it. His items sink into the sea with him, his hand clasped around one of KK’s, despite his words he seems to be feeling the smallest bit of anxiety.
*I've got a whole intro cutscene planned for it, too, because KK's always had a flair for the dramatic. It's gonna be awesome.*
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)
*So, who wants to RP?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I wish to my love.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I'd love to rp! You can join in the interaction Jester and I have so far, if you'd like, or we can make another one.*
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 yeah, and I should probably ask if anyone wants to rp.*
*Naturally, who ya want?*
She doesn't seem to be anxious in the least, continuing forward as the Dark Energy pulls her very soul towards the inky depths. Her hand never leaves his, though he can feel it becoming slightly less tangible, as if she was dissolving into the Nocturne 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)
The feeling comes from both sides as he follows them into the depths, eventually entirely consumed by the waves. He doesn’t once lose himself under the feeling, though his form becomes more amorphous, as he seems to shift and change form.
*I have a Mycnoid I want to try out if you wish.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]