"No, I'm coming with and that's final. It's been a hundred years since i've seen some action, so i'm kind of eager to do something. Plus, i'm really hard to kill, what with my dad being who he is."
(Oh, I also want Annabelle.)
"Sylvia's just joking about something foolish." He says, sitting at the base of a tree and leaning against it, moving his hair back. Sylvia lies down next to him.
He sighs, wiping away a tear that form in his eye as he clings to them, "Okay... if you want to I can't stop you... I missed you so much."
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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.'
Amatarou is designing himself a new exterior layer. It looks like a cat, but he can't decide on the colors.
River is nearby, thinking. "Maybe you should do like an ashy grey?"
He nods. "Perhaps a blue or lilac tabby. It's kind of funny how they call them these vibrant and defined colors when they are really just shades of grey." He sighs and drums his fingers on his big belly, sending ripples through the dough.
"No, I'm coming with and that's final. It's been a hundred years since i've seen some action, so i'm kind of eager to do something. Plus, i'm really hard to kill, what with my dad being who he is."
(Oh, I also want Annabelle.)
"Sylvia's just joking about something foolish." He says, sitting at the base of a tree and leaning against it, moving his hair back. Sylvia lies down next to him.
He sighs, wiping away a tear that form in his eye as he clings to them, "Okay... if you want to I can't stop you... I missed you so much."
(Your new friend has a new friend in Anytown)
"Silly horses." she chuckles, basking in the sun. "When did you start, well, wandering?"
"I'll be the medic demon daddy, trust. I missed you more, sweetie."
Annabelle is setting up a bed for herself in the orphanage.
He does as well, smiling "A long time ago, I barely remember when I wasn't wandering. It's been amazing."
They smile up at them, "I missed what you smell like, I didn't let your jacket get dirty."
Merabelle is already trying to be the mother she failed to be before, helping and doting over them as much as they allow.
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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've constantly moved all over the place, at least once a year. Until this one, that is.. What with Sam taking over, we needed to simplify things."
"I missed the feeling of your skin on my fur and paws." he admits, kissing their forehead. "Oh dear, do you need another one of my jackets? has the scent really faded?"
"Mama, I can build my own bed!" She says further towards the end, secretly enjoying the time spent with them.
"Well, I'm happy I came here, and I'm happy you stayed here, we never would have met." He says, humming something as he begins to play the bango.
He blushes, "No, it's okay. The scent hasn't faded too much, and you'll be coming with me now."
She smiles at them with all of her sharp teeth, hugging them, "Sweetheart, can't I just help ya out a lil bit more? This'll be the last, I promise." That makes the fourth, 'this'll be the last'.
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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.'
Amatarou is designing himself a new exterior layer. It looks like a cat, but he can't decide on the colors.
Amicus is watching him design the new exterior with interest, sticking close to the shadows as to not interrupt him.
He doesn't turn to look. but he holds up a drawing of a more human-looking design. Thin, blonde, and very normal. "What do you think, Amicus? It doesn't seem as approachable as I would like, but some people are more comfortable with humans than cats or bees."
The possessed shadow drifts over to see, looking at the design curiously. "...I think it looks nice. Comfortable, like you said..."
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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've constantly moved all over the place, at least once a year. Until this one, that is.. What with Sam taking over, we needed to simplify things."
"I missed the feeling of your skin on my fur and paws." he admits, kissing their forehead. "Oh dear, do you need another one of my jackets? has the scent really faded?"
"Mama, I can build my own bed!" She says further towards the end, secretly enjoying the time spent with them.
"Well, I'm happy I came here, and I'm happy you stayed here, we never would have met." He says, humming something as he begins to play the bango.
He blushes, "No, it's okay. The scent hasn't faded too much, and you'll be coming with me now."
She smiles at them with all of her sharp teeth, hugging them, "Sweetheart, can't I just help ya out a lil bit more? This'll be the last, I promise." That makes the fourth, 'this'll be the last'.
"I have to stay here, it's headquarters, at least for now."
"Well, good. Love you, dear. So, what now?"
"Maaama, c'mon now. I am a full adult, I can build a bedframe. And ya keep on sayin' that but every time I come here and do somethin', ya rush in and try to do it for me. I love ya but i'm not one of the littles anymore"
"Well, while I'm still here, I'll make sure to enjoy that you're here." Sylvia winnies again, and Wander sighs, shaking his head.
"I just want to rest... and be with you... I don't know..."
"I ain't get ta help ya when ya were one o' my littles. I promise ya, this'll be the last one, I ain't gonna help with nothin' else, oh an' I made ya a lil somethin' ta eat too." She holds out a small bit of food for 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 leans into the hug, a little joyful laugh escaping her. "I love ya too, Mom. I'm happy you let me be your kid." She responds.
Thorfinn finds a few drops of some inky black fluid in the soil near a briar bush- possibly the creature's blood, but it's hard to say for certain. Mavis inches a bit forward on the path, looking out from behind some shrubbery, and briefly seeing it. She almost immediately ducks back out of sight. "I saw it." She whispers to him. "It's right there."
She pats their shoulder, before pulling back from the hug, feeling a little weak still from all the dark magic pumping through her veins, but she keeps up a brave face for her, "How've yer studies been goin'?"
He cuts into the bushery after them, hiding from sight and taking his shield off of his back, taking a deep breath, "I'll circle around, you stay right here. It might not even be hostile, we need to make sure it is before doing anything else."
"They've been going alright. Still trying to get my first 2nd level spell down, but I've been practicing with all the others to try and cast them faster. I've got prestidigitation down to muscle memory." She explains, proud of how far she's come.
"Got it. Just give me a signal if we need to attack." She responds, watching the horror from behind the foliage. The Architect is still tearing apart the elk carcass, not aware of either of them being nearby.
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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 sounds like a dangerous partner in crime." she chuckles, a bit of frost now forming on the grass around her
"I have a room with a bed now, so we can cuddle and take a nap, maybe get some food. When do we need to set off?"
"Gonna start puttin' knife marks in the bedframe every time you help me or say 'this'll be the last one'" she says with a grumbling laugh, taking the food as she sits down on the finished bed. "Love ya, mama."
He chuckles, "And a jokester too with all the things they are saying." He continues to eat his cup of ice, crunching softly, "You wouldn't believe what she's saying."
"That sounds nice, and we've got a week until we have to do anything..." He says, closing his eyes as he leans into them more.
She hugs them with a smile on her face, "Love ya too, sweetheart." She coughs a little bit as she sits down next to them, her veins are pitch black, and her skin is hot to the touch, like shes sick, but she puts on a brave face.
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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.'
He doesn't turn to look. but he holds up a drawing of a more human-looking design. Thin, blonde, and very normal. "What do you think, Amicus? It doesn't seem as approachable as I would like, but some people are more comfortable with humans than cats or bees."
The possessed shadow drifts over to see, looking at the design curiously. "...I think it looks nice. Comfortable, like you said..."
He nods. "Thank you. I thought it might be too... thin. Not cuddly. But, I mean, you don't expect a barista to cuddle, do you?" He chuckles. "Do you like cats, by the way?"
She leans into the hug, a little joyful laugh escaping her. "I love ya too, Mom. I'm happy you let me be your kid." She responds.
Thorfinn finds a few drops of some inky black fluid in the soil near a briar bush- possibly the creature's blood, but it's hard to say for certain. Mavis inches a bit forward on the path, looking out from behind some shrubbery, and briefly seeing it. She almost immediately ducks back out of sight. "I saw it." She whispers to him. "It's right there."
She pats their shoulder, before pulling back from the hug, feeling a little weak still from all the dark magic pumping through her veins, but she keeps up a brave face for her, "How've yer studies been goin'?"
He cuts into the bushery after them, hiding from sight and taking his shield off of his back, taking a deep breath, "I'll circle around, you stay right here. It might not even be hostile, we need to make sure it is before doing anything else."
"They've been going alright. Still trying to get my first 2nd level spell down, but I've been practicing with all the others to try and cast them faster. I've got prestidigitation down to muscle memory." She explains, proud of how far she's come.
"Got it. Just give me a signal if we need to attack." She responds, watching the horror from behind the foliage. The Architect is still tearing apart the elk carcass, not aware of either of them being nearby.
Merabelle’s definitely proud of what they’ve been able to do in the time they’ve made, “I’m happy fer ya, yer learnin’ so far.” She says, lying down on the ground next to them, cracking her neck, “Love ya Omori.”
He begins to circle around until he’s in front of them, intentionally snapping a branch to get their attention, assuming they aren’t able to speak, but trying to see if they are hostile.
"She sounds like a dangerous partner in crime." she chuckles, a bit of frost now forming on the grass around her
"I have a room with a bed now, so we can cuddle and take a nap, maybe get some food. When do we need to set off?"
"Gonna start puttin' knife marks in the bedframe every time you help me or say 'this'll be the last one'" she says with a grumbling laugh, taking the food as she sits down on the finished bed. "Love ya, mama."
He chuckles, "And a jokester too with all the things they are saying." He continues to eat his cup of ice, crunching softly, "You wouldn't believe what she's saying."
"That sounds nice, and we've got a week until we have to do anything..." He says, closing his eyes as he leans into them more.
She hugs them with a smile on her face, "Love ya too, sweetheart." She coughs a little bit as she sits down next to them, her veins are pitch black, and her skin is hot to the touch, like shes sick, but she puts on a brave face.
"I might if you told me." she raises an eyebrow.
"Good, come with me, dear." he says as he tries to stand up.
"Mama, you are burnin' UP.. What on earth is the matter with you?" she asks with concern.
“If you want to know, Sylvia’s just making jokes about us ending up more than friends.” He says, shaking his head and crunching ice.
He stands up with them, holding tight to them still, happy to be with them again.
“Just got a lil bit o’ sickness, nothin’ ya should worry ‘bout.” She says, her breathing having to become more deep.
*Take all the time that you need to do that, both things really, I love ya deeply, my gay foxy buddy.*
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.)
(Oh, I also want Annabelle.)
"Sylvia's just joking about something foolish." He says, sitting at the base of a tree and leaning against it, moving his hair back. Sylvia lies down next to him.
He sighs, wiping away a tear that form in his eye as he clings to them, "Okay... if you want to I can't stop you... I missed you so much."
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.)
He nods. "Perhaps a blue or lilac tabby. It's kind of funny how they call them these vibrant and defined colors when they are really just shades of grey." He sighs and drums his fingers on his big belly, sending ripples through the dough.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He does as well, smiling "A long time ago, I barely remember when I wasn't wandering. It's been amazing."
They smile up at them, "I missed what you smell like, I didn't let your jacket get dirty."
Merabelle is already trying to be the mother she failed to be before, helping and doting over them as much as they allow.
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.)
"Well, I'm happy I came here, and I'm happy you stayed here, we never would have met." He says, humming something as he begins to play the bango.
He blushes, "No, it's okay. The scent hasn't faded too much, and you'll be coming with me now."
She smiles at them with all of her sharp teeth, hugging them, "Sweetheart, can't I just help ya out a lil bit more? This'll be the last, I promise." That makes the fourth, 'this'll be the last'.
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.)
The possessed shadow drifts over to see, looking at the design curiously. "...I think it looks nice. Comfortable, like you said..."
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)
"Well, while I'm still here, I'll make sure to enjoy that you're here." Sylvia winnies again, and Wander sighs, shaking his head.
"I just want to rest... and be with you... I don't know..."
"I ain't get ta help ya when ya were one o' my littles. I promise ya, this'll be the last one, I ain't gonna help with nothin' else, oh an' I made ya a lil somethin' ta eat too." She holds out a small bit of food for 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.)
"They've been going alright. Still trying to get my first 2nd level spell down, but I've been practicing with all the others to try and cast them faster. I've got prestidigitation down to muscle memory." She explains, proud of how far she's come.
"Got it. Just give me a signal if we need to attack." She responds, watching the horror from behind the foliage. The Architect is still tearing apart the elk carcass, not aware of either of them being nearby.
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 chuckles, "And a jokester too with all the things they are saying." He continues to eat his cup of ice, crunching softly, "You wouldn't believe what she's saying."
"That sounds nice, and we've got a week until we have to do anything..." He says, closing his eyes as he leans into them more.
She hugs them with a smile on her face, "Love ya too, sweetheart." She coughs a little bit as she sits down next to them, her veins are pitch black, and her skin is hot to the touch, like shes sick, but she puts on a brave face.
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.)
He nods. "Thank you. I thought it might be too... thin. Not cuddly. But, I mean, you don't expect a barista to cuddle, do you?" He chuckles. "Do you like cats, by the way?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Merabelle’s definitely proud of what they’ve been able to do in the time they’ve made, “I’m happy fer ya, yer learnin’ so far.” She says, lying down on the ground next to them, cracking her neck, “Love ya Omori.”
He begins to circle around until he’s in front of them, intentionally snapping a branch to get their attention, assuming they aren’t able to speak, but trying to see if they are hostile.
“If you want to know, Sylvia’s just making jokes about us ending up more than friends.” He says, shaking his head and crunching ice.
He stands up with them, holding tight to them still, happy to be with them again.
“Just got a lil bit o’ sickness, nothin’ ya should worry ‘bout.” She says, her breathing having to become more deep.