*Gooooooooood morning, my lovely creatures and cryptids!*
The Architect is back at the warehouse studio, returning to some of her unfinished art to finally complete it.
*Good morning Yvonne. Good to see you again.*
Henry is still trying to become accustomed to his new form, learning about himself and what he is capable of, his ink like form able to shift to grow or shrink and replicate appearances.
*Good to see you as well. How art thou?*
She is doing the same while working on her artwork, finding that she finds inspiration for what to create more quickly than before and with greater clarity, humming to herself as she paints. She looks over from her canvas, seeing Henry testing his newfound powers as well, her mask shifting to a smiling visage.
*I am doing as well as I can be, and you?*
His skin bubbles as it seems to come off of him, leaving a stark white skeleton covered in rags and bandages, before coming back together. When the tar came off, it revealed more teeth than before, and his bones to be pristine, like the crafts he used to make. He puts on some clothes, sitting down on the piano bench, the dripping stopping when he sits there, looking over to them.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Gooooooooood morning, my lovely creatures and cryptids!*
The Architect is back at the warehouse studio, returning to some of her unfinished art to finally complete it.
*Good morning Yvonne. Good to see you again.*
Henry is still trying to become accustomed to his new form, learning about himself and what he is capable of, his ink like form able to shift to grow or shrink and replicate appearances.
*Good to see you as well. How art thou?*
She is doing the same while working on her artwork, finding that she finds inspiration for what to create more quickly than before and with greater clarity, humming to herself as she paints. She looks over from her canvas, seeing Henry testing his newfound powers as well, her mask shifting to a smiling visage.
*I am doing as well as I can be, and you?*
His skin bubbles as it seems to come off of him, leaving a stark white skeleton covered in rags and bandages, before coming back together. When the tar came off, it revealed more teeth than before, and his bones to be pristine, like the crafts he used to make. He puts on some clothes, sitting down on the piano bench, the dripping stopping when he sits there, looking over to them.
*I'm doing well as well. Good to hear you're at least doing alright.*
She pauses her project, cleaning her brushes before walking over and sitting beside him. "I noticed you testing your new powers- you're already getting quite good at it." She starts, sounding proud. "How are you feeling? I know this is... a pretty big change." She asks, her mask quickly shifting to depict a large question mark on its face.
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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'm doing well as well. Good to hear you're at least doing alright.*
She pauses her project, cleaning her brushes before walking over and sitting beside him. "I noticed you testing your new powers- you're already getting quite good at it." She starts, sounding proud. "How are you feeling? I know this is... a pretty big change." She asks, her mask quickly shifting to depict a large question mark on its face.
*I feel the same towards you, I am happy you're doing alright.*
His voice is once again raspy as well as bubbling, looking down at his hands as he thinks about what he is now before his speech is understood, "I'm... scared, dear. I don't think I made a mistake, but even if I am growing to understand myself, I am afraid of what I am. This is a feeling I haven't experienced in a long time, but I wouldn't go back." His ink body solidifies, though he doesn't seem to notice, going back to looking like a pitch black version of himself.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*I'm doing well as well. Good to hear you're at least doing alright.*
She pauses her project, cleaning her brushes before walking over and sitting beside him. "I noticed you testing your new powers- you're already getting quite good at it." She starts, sounding proud. "How are you feeling? I know this is... a pretty big change." She asks, her mask quickly shifting to depict a large question mark on its face.
*I feel the same towards you, I am happy you're doing alright.*
His voice is once again raspy as well as bubbling, looking down at his hands as he thinks about what he is now before his speech is understood, "I'm... scared, dear. I don't think I made a mistake, but even if I am growing to understand myself, I am afraid of what I am. This is a feeling I haven't experienced in a long time, but I wouldn't go back." His ink body solidifies, though he doesn't seem to notice, going back to looking like a pitch black version of himself.
She is silent for a while, her mask shifting to its neutral expression. "It's okay. I'm... I'm scared too." Another long pause. "...Even if we've changed what we are, that doesn't affect who we are. We're still us... and that's what matters most, right?"
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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 is silent for a while, her mask shifting to its neutral expression. "It's okay. I'm... I'm scared too." Another long pause. "...Even if we've changed what we are, that doesn't affect who we are. We're still us... and that's what matters most, right?"
He looks up to her, his silver eyes shining like glinting bits of the moon, before he nods, holding out a hand to them, "Right, we may be different on the outside, but if my love for you can remain the same, then I'll be fine." He actually manages a smile.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She is silent for a while, her mask shifting to its neutral expression. "It's okay. I'm... I'm scared too." Another long pause. "...Even if we've changed what we are, that doesn't affect who we are. We're still us... and that's what matters most, right?"
He looks up to her, his silver eyes shining like glinting bits of the moon, before he nods, holding out a hand to them, "Right, we may be different on the outside, but if my love for you can remain the same, then I'll be fine." He actually manages a smile.
She takes his hand with two of her own, once again 'smiling' with her mask. "I'll be here for you every step of the way."
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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 is silent for a while, her mask shifting to its neutral expression. "It's okay. I'm... I'm scared too." Another long pause. "...Even if we've changed what we are, that doesn't affect who we are. We're still us... and that's what matters most, right?"
He looks up to her, his silver eyes shining like glinting bits of the moon, before he nods, holding out a hand to them, "Right, we may be different on the outside, but if my love for you can remain the same, then I'll be fine." He actually manages a smile.
She takes his hand with two of her own, once again 'smiling' with her mask. "I'll be here for you every step of the way."
He sighs, standing up at his body returns to it's liquid state, "And I the same for you, what are you working on, dear?" He asks, focusing on other things.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She is silent for a while, her mask shifting to its neutral expression. "It's okay. I'm... I'm scared too." Another long pause. "...Even if we've changed what we are, that doesn't affect who we are. We're still us... and that's what matters most, right?"
He looks up to her, his silver eyes shining like glinting bits of the moon, before he nods, holding out a hand to them, "Right, we may be different on the outside, but if my love for you can remain the same, then I'll be fine." He actually manages a smile.
She takes his hand with two of her own, once again 'smiling' with her mask. "I'll be here for you every step of the way."
He sighs, standing up at his body returns to it's liquid state, "And I the same for you, what are you working on, dear?" He asks, focusing on other things.
She stands up as well, her joints faintly creaking like those of a marionette. "Mostly working on finishing old projects I never completed. Once I'm done I might go and see some friends, show them the new and improved me." She explains.
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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 stands up as well, her joints faintly creaking like those of a marionette. "Mostly working on finishing old projects I never completed. Once I'm done I might go and see some friends, show them the new and improved me." She explains.
"I do think there isn't anything I can do to help, but I will be able to continue our work on the Old Blood without risking any... dire effects on myself like last time." He hugs them tightly, his inky body wrapping around them.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She stands up as well, her joints faintly creaking like those of a marionette. "Mostly working on finishing old projects I never completed. Once I'm done I might go and see some friends, show them the new and improved me." She explains.
"I do think there isn't anything I can do to help, but I will be able to continue our work on the Old Blood without risking any... dire effects on myself like last time." He hugs them tightly, his inky body wrapping around them.
She hugs him back with all four arms, being careful with her claws as to not accidentally scratch him. "That sounds lovely. Oh, and we'll probably be able to avoid the worst of the effects in our current state. Maybe that's part of the solution- incorporating Dark Energy into the blood."
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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 stands up as well, her joints faintly creaking like those of a marionette. "Mostly working on finishing old projects I never completed. Once I'm done I might go and see some friends, show them the new and improved me." She explains.
"I do think there isn't anything I can do to help, but I will be able to continue our work on the Old Blood without risking any... dire effects on myself like last time." He hugs them tightly, his inky body wrapping around them.
She hugs him back with all four arms, being careful with her claws as to not accidentally scratch him. "That sounds lovely. Oh, and we'll probably be able to avoid the worst of the effects in our current state. Maybe that's part of the solution- incorporating Dark Energy into the blood."
"That may just be the right solution we've been looking for, I'll be off to go and try that, and you continue your work, and do stay beautiful while you do." He chuckles as he seems to stretch up to her mask, giving it a peck before pulling back.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She stands up as well, her joints faintly creaking like those of a marionette. "Mostly working on finishing old projects I never completed. Once I'm done I might go and see some friends, show them the new and improved me." She explains.
"I do think there isn't anything I can do to help, but I will be able to continue our work on the Old Blood without risking any... dire effects on myself like last time." He hugs them tightly, his inky body wrapping around them.
She hugs him back with all four arms, being careful with her claws as to not accidentally scratch him. "That sounds lovely. Oh, and we'll probably be able to avoid the worst of the effects in our current state. Maybe that's part of the solution- incorporating Dark Energy into the blood."
"That may just be the right solution we've been looking for, I'll be off to go and try that, and you continue your work, and do stay beautiful while you do." He chuckles as he seems to stretch up to her mask, giving it a peck before pulling back.
"Will do." She responds, chuckling as well as her mask shifts to display a heart for a few seconds. She then picks up one incomplete painting off the wall- a view of a sunset from atop the Inn's roof- along with her easel and other painting supplies. "I'll be back soon. Love you." She says, before leaving the warehouse and heading towards the Inn.
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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 stands up as well, her joints faintly creaking like those of a marionette. "Mostly working on finishing old projects I never completed. Once I'm done I might go and see some friends, show them the new and improved me." She explains.
"I do think there isn't anything I can do to help, but I will be able to continue our work on the Old Blood without risking any... dire effects on myself like last time." He hugs them tightly, his inky body wrapping around them.
She hugs him back with all four arms, being careful with her claws as to not accidentally scratch him. "That sounds lovely. Oh, and we'll probably be able to avoid the worst of the effects in our current state. Maybe that's part of the solution- incorporating Dark Energy into the blood."
"That may just be the right solution we've been looking for, I'll be off to go and try that, and you continue your work, and do stay beautiful while you do." He chuckles as he seems to stretch up to her mask, giving it a peck before pulling back.
"Will do." She responds, chuckling as well as her mask shifts to display a heart for a few seconds. She then picks up one incomplete painting off the wall- a view of a sunset from atop the Inn's roof- along with her easel and other painting supplies. "I'll be back soon. Love you." She says, before leaving the warehouse and heading towards the Inn.
*Wonderful end, absolutely perfect. I just wonder what would happen if I were to, hypothetically speaking of course, just kill off Henry.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She stands up as well, her joints faintly creaking like those of a marionette. "Mostly working on finishing old projects I never completed. Once I'm done I might go and see some friends, show them the new and improved me." She explains.
"I do think there isn't anything I can do to help, but I will be able to continue our work on the Old Blood without risking any... dire effects on myself like last time." He hugs them tightly, his inky body wrapping around them.
She hugs him back with all four arms, being careful with her claws as to not accidentally scratch him. "That sounds lovely. Oh, and we'll probably be able to avoid the worst of the effects in our current state. Maybe that's part of the solution- incorporating Dark Energy into the blood."
"That may just be the right solution we've been looking for, I'll be off to go and try that, and you continue your work, and do stay beautiful while you do." He chuckles as he seems to stretch up to her mask, giving it a peck before pulling back.
"Will do." She responds, chuckling as well as her mask shifts to display a heart for a few seconds. She then picks up one incomplete painting off the wall- a view of a sunset from atop the Inn's roof- along with her easel and other painting supplies. "I'll be back soon. Love you." She says, before leaving the warehouse and heading towards the Inn.
*Wonderful end, absolutely perfect. I just wonder what would happen if I were to, hypothetically speaking of course, just kill off Henry.*
*Hypothetically, she'd go on a murderous rampage after whoever was responsible and use them as parts for her constructs- but not before she places his Artefact in the Faceless Fair to gain Dark Energy and hopefully resurrect him. All hypothetical, of course.*
*Would you like to continue with KK and another character? Or perhaps a new interaction entirely?*
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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 stands up as well, her joints faintly creaking like those of a marionette. "Mostly working on finishing old projects I never completed. Once I'm done I might go and see some friends, show them the new and improved me." She explains.
"I do think there isn't anything I can do to help, but I will be able to continue our work on the Old Blood without risking any... dire effects on myself like last time." He hugs them tightly, his inky body wrapping around them.
She hugs him back with all four arms, being careful with her claws as to not accidentally scratch him. "That sounds lovely. Oh, and we'll probably be able to avoid the worst of the effects in our current state. Maybe that's part of the solution- incorporating Dark Energy into the blood."
"That may just be the right solution we've been looking for, I'll be off to go and try that, and you continue your work, and do stay beautiful while you do." He chuckles as he seems to stretch up to her mask, giving it a peck before pulling back.
"Will do." She responds, chuckling as well as her mask shifts to display a heart for a few seconds. She then picks up one incomplete painting off the wall- a view of a sunset from atop the Inn's roof- along with her easel and other painting supplies. "I'll be back soon. Love you." She says, before leaving the warehouse and heading towards the Inn.
*Wonderful end, absolutely perfect. I just wonder what would happen if I were to, hypothetically speaking of course, just kill off Henry.*
*Hypothetically, she'd go on a murderous rampage after whoever was responsible and use them as parts for her constructs- but not before she places his Artefact in the Faceless Fair to gain Dark Energy and hopefully resurrect him. All hypothetical, of course.*
*Would you like to continue with KK and another character? Or perhaps a new interaction entirely?*
*Of course that's simply a hypothetical, and definitely probably might not happen. Of course, if you want to start anew, then sure, but Merabelle might want to meet the new KK.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Wonderful end, absolutely perfect. I just wonder what would happen if I were to, hypothetically speaking of course, just kill off Henry.*
*Hypothetically, she'd go on a murderous rampage after whoever was responsible and use them as parts for her constructs- but not before she places his Artefact in the Faceless Fair to gain Dark Energy and hopefully resurrect him. All hypothetical, of course.*
*Would you like to continue with KK and another character? Or perhaps a new interaction entirely?*
*Of course that's simply a hypothetical, and definitely probably might not happen. Of course, if you want to start anew, then sure, but Merabelle might want to meet the new KK.*
*That works great with me! Let me paint you a picture...*
The Architect is in her more humanoid form, walking around and looking for one of her friends, excited to show them what she's become.
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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)
*Wonderful end, absolutely perfect. I just wonder what would happen if I were to, hypothetically speaking of course, just kill off Henry.*
*Hypothetically, she'd go on a murderous rampage after whoever was responsible and use them as parts for her constructs- but not before she places his Artefact in the Faceless Fair to gain Dark Energy and hopefully resurrect him. All hypothetical, of course.*
*Would you like to continue with KK and another character? Or perhaps a new interaction entirely?*
*Of course that's simply a hypothetical, and definitely probably might not happen. Of course, if you want to start anew, then sure, but Merabelle might want to meet the new KK.*
*That works great with me! Let me paint you a picture...*
The Architect is in her more humanoid form, walking around and looking for one of her friends, excited to show them what she's become.
Merabelle finally feels that things may be safe for her kids to come back out. She notices KK, and doesn't recognize her at first, sensing the difference, but feeling that this is her friend.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Wonderful end, absolutely perfect. I just wonder what would happen if I were to, hypothetically speaking of course, just kill off Henry.*
*Hypothetically, she'd go on a murderous rampage after whoever was responsible and use them as parts for her constructs- but not before she places his Artefact in the Faceless Fair to gain Dark Energy and hopefully resurrect him. All hypothetical, of course.*
*Would you like to continue with KK and another character? Or perhaps a new interaction entirely?*
*Of course that's simply a hypothetical, and definitely probably might not happen. Of course, if you want to start anew, then sure, but Merabelle might want to meet the new KK.*
*That works great with me! Let me paint you a picture...*
The Architect is in her more humanoid form, walking around and looking for one of her friends, excited to show them what she's become.
Merabelle finally feels that things may be safe for her kids to come back out. She notices KK, and doesn't recognize her at first, sensing the difference, but feeling that this is her friend.
She sees Merabelle and walks over, her mask 'smiling' again. She notices that they don't immediately recognize her, but doesn't seem to mind. "Hi, Merabelle." She starts, waving with one of her clawed hands. "It's been a while, hasn't it? How've things been?"
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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 sees Merabelle and walks over, her mask 'smiling' again. She notices that they don't immediately recognize her, but doesn't seem to mind. "Hi, Merabelle." She starts, waving with one of her clawed hands. "It's been a while, hasn't it? How've things been?"
She takes one of their hands, shaking it and hugging them, "Real sorry I missed yer weddin', I was worried 'bout my kids, an' I wasn't gonna let them get hurt. What happened ta ya while I was gone? Somethin' different 'bout ya." She says casually, giving them a tight hug.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She sees Merabelle and walks over, her mask 'smiling' again. She notices that they don't immediately recognize her, but doesn't seem to mind. "Hi, Merabelle." She starts, waving with one of her clawed hands. "It's been a while, hasn't it? How've things been?"
She takes one of their hands, shaking it and hugging them, "Real sorry I missed yer weddin', I was worried 'bout my kids, an' I wasn't gonna let them get hurt. What happened ta ya while I was gone? Somethin' different 'bout ya." She says casually, giving them a tight hug.
She hugs them back, her joints faintly creaking as the Nightmare wraps all its arms around her. "It's all good- no apologies are necessary." She says, before she breaks from the embrace. "After the wedding, we wanted to become the best possible versions of ourselves- and as it turns out, we found a way to do that. One trip to the Beach later, and I'm a Nightmare Lord now." She explains with glee.
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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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*I am doing as well as I can be, and you?*
His skin bubbles as it seems to come off of him, leaving a stark white skeleton covered in rags and bandages, before coming back together. When the tar came off, it revealed more teeth than before, and his bones to be pristine, like the crafts he used to make. He puts on some clothes, sitting down on the piano bench, the dripping stopping when he sits there, looking over to them.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*I'm doing well as well. Good to hear you're at least doing alright.*
She pauses her project, cleaning her brushes before walking over and sitting beside him. "I noticed you testing your new powers- you're already getting quite good at it." She starts, sounding proud. "How are you feeling? I know this is... a pretty big change." She asks, her mask quickly shifting to depict a large question mark on its face.
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 feel the same towards you, I am happy you're doing alright.*
His voice is once again raspy as well as bubbling, looking down at his hands as he thinks about what he is now before his speech is understood, "I'm... scared, dear. I don't think I made a mistake, but even if I am growing to understand myself, I am afraid of what I am. This is a feeling I haven't experienced in a long time, but I wouldn't go back." His ink body solidifies, though he doesn't seem to notice, going back to looking like a pitch black version of himself.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She is silent for a while, her mask shifting to its neutral expression. "It's okay. I'm... I'm scared too." Another long pause. "...Even if we've changed what we are, that doesn't affect who we are. We're still us... and that's what matters most, right?"
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 up to her, his silver eyes shining like glinting bits of the moon, before he nods, holding out a hand to them, "Right, we may be different on the outside, but if my love for you can remain the same, then I'll be fine." He actually manages a smile.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She takes his hand with two of her own, once again 'smiling' with her mask. "I'll be here for you every step of the way."
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 sighs, standing up at his body returns to it's liquid state, "And I the same for you, what are you working on, dear?" He asks, focusing on other things.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She stands up as well, her joints faintly creaking like those of a marionette. "Mostly working on finishing old projects I never completed. Once I'm done I might go and see some friends, show them the new and improved me." She explains.
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 think there isn't anything I can do to help, but I will be able to continue our work on the Old Blood without risking any... dire effects on myself like last time." He hugs them tightly, his inky body wrapping around them.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She hugs him back with all four arms, being careful with her claws as to not accidentally scratch him. "That sounds lovely. Oh, and we'll probably be able to avoid the worst of the effects in our current state. Maybe that's part of the solution- incorporating Dark Energy into the blood."
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 may just be the right solution we've been looking for, I'll be off to go and try that, and you continue your work, and do stay beautiful while you do." He chuckles as he seems to stretch up to her mask, giving it a peck before pulling back.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Will do." She responds, chuckling as well as her mask shifts to display a heart for a few seconds. She then picks up one incomplete painting off the wall- a view of a sunset from atop the Inn's roof- along with her easel and other painting supplies. "I'll be back soon. Love you." She says, before leaving the warehouse and heading towards the Inn.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Wonderful end, absolutely perfect. I just wonder what would happen if I were to, hypothetically speaking of course, just kill off Henry.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Hypothetically, she'd go on a murderous rampage after whoever was responsible and use them as parts for her constructs- but not before she places his Artefact in the Faceless Fair to gain Dark Energy and hopefully resurrect him. All hypothetical, of course.*
*Would you like to continue with KK and another character? Or perhaps a new interaction entirely?*
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)
*Of course that's simply a hypothetical, and definitely probably might not happen. Of course, if you want to start anew, then sure, but Merabelle might want to meet the new KK.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*That works great with me! Let me paint you a picture...*
The Architect is in her more humanoid form, walking around and looking for one of her friends, excited to show them what she's become.
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)
Merabelle finally feels that things may be safe for her kids to come back out. She notices KK, and doesn't recognize her at first, sensing the difference, but feeling that this is her friend.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She sees Merabelle and walks over, her mask 'smiling' again. She notices that they don't immediately recognize her, but doesn't seem to mind. "Hi, Merabelle." She starts, waving with one of her clawed hands. "It's been a while, hasn't it? How've things been?"
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 takes one of their hands, shaking it and hugging them, "Real sorry I missed yer weddin', I was worried 'bout my kids, an' I wasn't gonna let them get hurt. What happened ta ya while I was gone? Somethin' different 'bout ya." She says casually, giving them a tight hug.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She hugs them back, her joints faintly creaking as the Nightmare wraps all its arms around her. "It's all good- no apologies are necessary." She says, before she breaks from the embrace. "After the wedding, we wanted to become the best possible versions of ourselves- and as it turns out, we found a way to do that. One trip to the Beach later, and I'm a Nightmare Lord now." She explains with glee.
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)