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.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*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.*
*I'd like to play with Amatarou, who has just retired from the NEO. Do you have a character you want to use?*
*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.
Amatarou watches, enamoured by the appearance of the flowers. The big, soft bee-bot is dressed in a quilted coat, made of actual quilts stitched together into clothing.
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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.
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 bee-bot looks over, setting his broom against the counter. "Hey there. What's up?"
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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.
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.
Her form- or at least, what can be interpreted from the surface about it- only stays somewhat humanoid, the gradual influx of power causing the rippling to increase in intensity and the shadowy arms to form in greater numbers. After a long while, the sea is still once more. A shadow, almost indiscernible amidst the inky void of the Nocturne, slowly drifts towards the shore. Whatever it is, it's huge, vaguely serpentine in form, and headed to the Beach with no sign of stopping.
A Nightmare emerges from the sea- not a new occurrence by any means, but it's rarer for that Nightmare to have once been a person. The first thing to breach the surface of the Dark Energy is- what else?- an arm, clawing its way onto the shore. An arm adorned in armor plating that bears the color of silver, though has a resinous shine more like chitin than metal. On the back of its clawed gauntlet is a single, emerald green eye bearing the characteristic W-shaped pupil of a cuttlefish, and each talon is stained an inky black. Wiring can be seen underneath some of the plating and around the joints, and that same inky darkness is visible underneath the segments.
Three more of these wretched arms burst forth from the water, clawing into the shore to help lift up the horrific creature they belong to. A large shape rises from the water... oh gods, what is that thing? More armor plating, more darting green eyes, more intertwined wiring- all composing the main body of the monster. Its lower half almost resembles an open ribcage- though in place of ribs, there are many mannequin arms. Even more mannequin parts seem to compose sections of its body under its chitinous exterior, latticed together in a terrible clotted mass of grasping limbs. Emerging from the creature's back, where there should be wings, are two great eel's skulls fused to its back, mouths agape and crackling with black flames. The monster has no face, only an inky void.
It rises to its full height- almost as tall as Helianth- and scuttles onto shore, carried by dozens and dozens of mannequin arms that line the segments of its lower body like centipede legs. It turns back to look at the Nocturne sea from which it was reborn. It seems to see something, carried onto the shore by the ebony waves- the mask. She delicately reaches down with two hands, picking up her Artefact and donning it. The mask seems to fit almost too perfectly, partway fusing into the void of her 'face'.
*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.*
*I'd like to play with Amatarou, who has just retired from the NEO. Do you have a character you want to use?*
*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.
Amatarou watches, enamoured by the appearance of the flowers. The big, soft bee-bot is dressed in a quilted coat, made of actual quilts stitched together into clothing.
The crooked flower looks over at him with one of its heads, the rest still engaged in silent conversation. "You've been watching us for quite a while." It plainly says.
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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 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.
Amatarou watches, enamoured by the appearance of the flowers. The big, soft bee-bot is dressed in a quilted coat, made of actual quilts stitched together into clothing.
The crooked flower looks over at him with one of its heads, the rest still engaged in silent conversation. "You've been watching us for quite a while." It plainly says.
His tail/abdomen twitches slightly. "Yeah..." he says dreamily. He snaps out of his trance. "Uh, I mean, sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you."
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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.
*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.
Amatarou watches, enamoured by the appearance of the flowers. The big, soft bee-bot is dressed in a quilted coat, made of actual quilts stitched together into clothing.
The crooked flower looks over at him with one of its heads, the rest still engaged in silent conversation. "You've been watching us for quite a while." It plainly says.
His tail/abdomen twitches slightly. "Yeah..." he says dreamily. He snaps out of his trance. "Uh, I mean, sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you."
"No, it's fine. You've done nothing to disturb us- people tend to be awestruck in the presence of the divine." It responds, though it's difficult to discern which of the wretched flowers it's speaking through. "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)
His tail/abdomen twitches slightly. "Yeah..." he says dreamily. He snaps out of his trance. "Uh, I mean, sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you."
"No, it's fine. You've done nothing to disturb us- people tend to be awestruck in the presence of the divine." It responds, though it's difficult to discern which of the wretched flowers it's speaking through. "Who are you?"
"My name is Amatarou Ocha. I'm a curse specialist robot... and recently, a boba machine. I like cats and f-flowers." He still looks a bit distracted by Helianth. "Are... you an angel?"
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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.
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*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.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*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.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I'm not sure anymore. Does anyone have any building skills or like cats?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(afternoon wendo)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Whatever it takes
Yeah, take me to the top
I'm ready for whatever it takes
'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins
I do what it takes
Amatarou watches, enamoured by the appearance of the flowers. The big, soft bee-bot is dressed in a quilted coat, made of actual quilts stitched together into clothing.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I would enjoy a Tim*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The bee-bot looks over, setting his broom against the counter. "Hey there. What's up?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Her form- or at least, what can be interpreted from the surface about it- only stays somewhat humanoid, the gradual influx of power causing the rippling to increase in intensity and the shadowy arms to form in greater numbers. After a long while, the sea is still once more. A shadow, almost indiscernible amidst the inky void of the Nocturne, slowly drifts towards the shore. Whatever it is, it's huge, vaguely serpentine in form, and headed to the Beach with no sign of stopping.
A Nightmare emerges from the sea- not a new occurrence by any means, but it's rarer for that Nightmare to have once been a person. The first thing to breach the surface of the Dark Energy is- what else?- an arm, clawing its way onto the shore. An arm adorned in armor plating that bears the color of silver, though has a resinous shine more like chitin than metal. On the back of its clawed gauntlet is a single, emerald green eye bearing the characteristic W-shaped pupil of a cuttlefish, and each talon is stained an inky black. Wiring can be seen underneath some of the plating and around the joints, and that same inky darkness is visible underneath the segments.
Three more of these wretched arms burst forth from the water, clawing into the shore to help lift up the horrific creature they belong to. A large shape rises from the water... oh gods, what is that thing? More armor plating, more darting green eyes, more intertwined wiring- all composing the main body of the monster. Its lower half almost resembles an open ribcage- though in place of ribs, there are many mannequin arms. Even more mannequin parts seem to compose sections of its body under its chitinous exterior, latticed together in a terrible clotted mass of grasping limbs. Emerging from the creature's back, where there should be wings, are two great eel's skulls fused to its back, mouths agape and crackling with black flames. The monster has no face, only an inky void.
It rises to its full height- almost as tall as Helianth- and scuttles onto shore, carried by dozens and dozens of mannequin arms that line the segments of its lower body like centipede legs. It turns back to look at the Nocturne sea from which it was reborn. It seems to see something, carried onto the shore by the ebony waves- the mask. She delicately reaches down with two hands, picking up her Artefact and donning it. The mask seems to fit almost too perfectly, partway fusing into the void of her 'face'.
The Architect of Nightmares has been born. Now, she waits for her beloved.
Far, far away, the Faceless Fair recognizes its new queen.
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, joy!!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The crooked flower looks over at him with one of its heads, the rest still engaged in silent conversation. "You've been watching us for quite a while." It plainly says.
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)
His tail/abdomen twitches slightly. "Yeah..." he says dreamily. He snaps out of his trance. "Uh, I mean, sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"No, it's fine. You've done nothing to disturb us- people tend to be awestruck in the presence of the divine." It responds, though it's difficult to discern which of the wretched flowers it's speaking through. "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)
"My name is Amatarou Ocha. I'm a curse specialist robot... and recently, a boba machine. I like cats and f-flowers." He still looks a bit distracted by Helianth. "Are... you an angel?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.