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.
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.
Eventually, she too is entirely consumed by the sea- the Nocturne claims another soul. It's hard to tell what KK is feeling, or if she's even aware of the metamorphosis happening under the waves. The Dark Energy ripples in the spot where she disappeared into the sea, and occasionally forms itself into the shapes of arms before these fabrications crumble back into inky void.
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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)
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.
Eventually, she too is entirely consumed by the sea- the Nocturne claims another soul. It's hard to tell what KK is feeling, or if she's even aware of the metamorphosis happening under the waves. The Dark Energy ripples in the spot where she disappeared into the sea, and occasionally forms itself into the shapes of arms before these fabrications crumble back into inky void.
That same void seems to claim Henry, though his form remains more vaguely humanoid, and in shaping seems to be identical to Henry, though the changes seem to come in his soul and spirit, influxes of power bursting from him in explosions that shake the sea in ripples. After a while, it stops.
Amatarou is cleaning up a shop he just bought and began renovating. There are cats everywhere.
The door opens slowly, as if the person opening it is hesitant. The smell of earthy soil, decaying wood, and sugar seems permeate the air subtly. A Mycnoid stands there, looking at the cats under the large blue and green cap that makes up their head. They have multiple eyes dotting the stalk just under the cap, glowing light blue. Their body is made up of multiple mushrooms that are similar to the one that makes up their cap, all glowing dully. They lean on a cane made of wood that is slowly melding with their own body, their entire left leg missing. They look up from the cats before looking back down at them.
The door to the tavern opens slowly, as if the person opening it is hesitant. The smell of earthy soil, decaying wood, and sugar seems permeate the air subtly. A Mycnoid stands there, looking around from under the large blue and green cap that makes up their head. They have multiple eyes dotting the stalk just under the cap, glowing light blue. Their body is made up of multiple mushrooms that are similar to the one that makes up their cap, all glowing dully. They lean on a cane made of wood that is slowly melding with their own body, their entire left leg missing. They shamble to the library softly, seeming to avoid the brighter lights of candles and lanterns.
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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"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.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I wish to my love.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*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.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Awesome.*
Amatarou is cleaning up a shop he just bought and began renovating. There are cats everywhere.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'd like to play with Amatarou, who has just retired from the NEO. Do you have a character you want to use?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'm not sure anymore. Does anyone have any building skills or like cats?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Eventually, she too is entirely consumed by the sea- the Nocturne claims another soul. It's hard to tell what KK is feeling, or if she's even aware of the metamorphosis happening under the waves. The Dark Energy ripples in the spot where she disappeared into the sea, and occasionally forms itself into the shapes of arms before these fabrications crumble back into inky void.
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 I have the perfect mushroom lady for this.*
*I do, in fact! Here, catch! [throws an entire eldritch sunflower at you]*
Helianth, alongside two if its Avatars, is outside Lord's Point, quietly plotting something as it looks up at the sky with all its flower heads.
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 have both of those, in decently large quantities, perhaps just Tim?*
That same void seems to claim Henry, though his form remains more vaguely humanoid, and in shaping seems to be identical to Henry, though the changes seem to come in his soul and spirit, influxes of power bursting from him in explosions that shake the sea in ripples. After a while, it stops.
The door opens slowly, as if the person opening it is hesitant. The smell of earthy soil, decaying wood, and sugar seems permeate the air subtly. A Mycnoid stands there, looking at the cats under the large blue and green cap that makes up their head. They have multiple eyes dotting the stalk just under the cap, glowing light blue. Their body is made up of multiple mushrooms that are similar to the one that makes up their cap, all glowing dully. They lean on a cane made of wood that is slowly melding with their own body, their entire left leg missing. They look up from the cats before looking back down at them.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The door to the tavern opens slowly, as if the person opening it is hesitant. The smell of earthy soil, decaying wood, and sugar seems permeate the air subtly. A Mycnoid stands there, looking around from under the large blue and green cap that makes up their head. They have multiple eyes dotting the stalk just under the cap, glowing light blue. Their body is made up of multiple mushrooms that are similar to the one that makes up their cap, all glowing dully. They lean on a cane made of wood that is slowly melding with their own body, their entire left leg missing. They shamble to the library softly, seeming to avoid the brighter lights of candles and lanterns.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘