Helianth is in the recently-returned Starshredder's 'kitchen', attempting to prepare another energy-based dish with the divine essence it collected from the star god it slaughtered the other day. It's currently making dough for the pie crust.
The Architect is at the Inn, sketching designs for an absolutely horrific-looking new construct- part of her big plan to expand the Fair.
Amicus is drifting through the forest with no clear objective in mind, being especially careful not to touch anything out of fear it'll become corrupted.
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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)
Helianth is in the recently-returned Starshredder's 'kitchen', attempting to prepare another energy-based dish with the divine essence it collected from the star god it slaughtered the other day. It's currently making dough for the pie crust.
Amicus is drifting through the forest with no clear objective in mind, being especially careful not to touch anything out of fear it'll become corrupted.
*Good morning Yvonne.*
Tim continues to stick with them as he contemplates his trauma silently, his light and feeling of soothing occasionally seems to flicker, giving way to a cold that it nothing short of terrifying from such a young child.
They encounter the area Merabelle left behind from her sickness, the area is slowly purifying itself, but this says a lot about her condition if she has to expel it into the area around her just to feel a little better.
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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.'
Helianth is in the recently-returned Starshredder's 'kitchen', attempting to prepare another energy-based dish with the divine essence it collected from the star god it slaughtered the other day. It's currently making dough for the pie crust.
Amicus is drifting through the forest with no clear objective in mind, being especially careful not to touch anything out of fear it'll become corrupted.
*Good morning Yvonne.*
Tim continues to stick with them as he contemplates his trauma silently, his light and feeling of soothing occasionally seems to flicker, giving way to a cold that it nothing short of terrifying from such a young child.
They encounter the area Merabelle left behind from her sickness, the area is slowly purifying itself, but this says a lot about her condition if she has to expel it into the area around her just to feel a little better.
The crooked monstrosity notices this, pausing its work to slither over to beside him- something that doesn't require it much movement, as its twisted form takes up almost a third of the room. "...Do you want to talk about it?"
It drifts down a bit closer to see, recognizing the grey soil and sickly plants as corruption from her sickness. It reaches down, and absorbs the darkness into itself, before looking for Merabelle.
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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)
Helianth is in the recently-returned Starshredder's 'kitchen', attempting to prepare another energy-based dish with the divine essence it collected from the star god it slaughtered the other day. It's currently making dough for the pie crust.
Amicus is drifting through the forest with no clear objective in mind, being especially careful not to touch anything out of fear it'll become corrupted.
*Good morning Yvonne.*
Tim continues to stick with them as he contemplates his trauma silently, his light and feeling of soothing occasionally seems to flicker, giving way to a cold that it nothing short of terrifying from such a young child.
They encounter the area Merabelle left behind from her sickness, the area is slowly purifying itself, but this says a lot about her condition if she has to expel it into the area around her just to feel a little better.
The crooked monstrosity notices this, pausing its work to slither over to beside him- something that doesn't require it much movement, as its twisted form takes up almost a third of the room. "...Do you want to talk about it?"
It drifts down a bit closer to see, recognizing the grey soil and sickly plants as corruption from her sickness. It reaches down, and absorbs the darkness into itself, before looking for Merabelle.
He looks up to them, the glow has faded from his eyes a bit and his face is blank, he stopped crying a while ago. He doesn't do anything for a long time before shaking his head and looking back down.
The darkness doesn't hurt at all to absorb, only a fraction and weakened in that state regardless. Merabelle is back at the orphanage, in her room working on anything she can do to hold the darkness at bay.
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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.'
Helianth is in the recently-returned Starshredder's 'kitchen', attempting to prepare another energy-based dish with the divine essence it collected from the star god it slaughtered the other day. It's currently making dough for the pie crust.
Amicus is drifting through the forest with no clear objective in mind, being especially careful not to touch anything out of fear it'll become corrupted.
*Good morning Yvonne.*
Tim continues to stick with them as he contemplates his trauma silently, his light and feeling of soothing occasionally seems to flicker, giving way to a cold that it nothing short of terrifying from such a young child.
They encounter the area Merabelle left behind from her sickness, the area is slowly purifying itself, but this says a lot about her condition if she has to expel it into the area around her just to feel a little better.
The crooked monstrosity notices this, pausing its work to slither over to beside him- something that doesn't require it much movement, as its twisted form takes up almost a third of the room. "...Do you want to talk about it?"
It drifts down a bit closer to see, recognizing the grey soil and sickly plants as corruption from her sickness. It reaches down, and absorbs the darkness into itself, before looking for Merabelle.
He looks up to them, the glow has faded from his eyes a bit and his face is blank, he stopped crying a while ago. He doesn't do anything for a long time before shaking his head and looking back down.
The darkness doesn't hurt at all to absorb, only a fraction and weakened in that state regardless. Merabelle is back at the orphanage, in her room working on anything she can do to hold the darkness at bay.
"Alright... I'm here for you if you need anything." It responds, going back to continuing its work preparing the divine delicacy.
Amicus slips through the shadows under the door to enter the room- Merabelle can immediately tell it's Amicus. "Any luck?.." It asks
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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)
"Alright... I'm here for you if you need anything." It responds, going back to continuing its work preparing the divine delicacy.
Amicus slips through the shadows under the door to enter the room- Merabelle can immediately tell it's Amicus. "Any luck?.." It asks
Eventually he does come over to watch them make the meal, clinging to his book and amulet, silently watching them.
She looks up from her book and a magic circle, "Nothin' worth doin', if I die an' come back it'll leave me, but I don't know 'bout that." She walks over and hugs 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.'
"Alright... I'm here for you if you need anything." It responds, going back to continuing its work preparing the divine delicacy.
Amicus slips through the shadows under the door to enter the room- Merabelle can immediately tell it's Amicus. "Any luck?.." It asks
Eventually he does come over to watch them make the meal, clinging to his book and amulet, silently watching them.
She looks up from her book and a magic circle, "Nothin' worth doin', if I die an' come back it'll leave me, but I don't know 'bout that." She walks over and hugs them.
After a while, it sets the mostly completed pie on top of one of its roots, which weakly crackles with white flames, to bake it. "How have your magic studies been going?" It asks, hoping to talk about something else.
It slowly and very hesitantly hugs her back, as if it's scared it'll hurt her. "...Can I help somehow?.."
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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)
"Alright... I'm here for you if you need anything." It responds, going back to continuing its work preparing the divine delicacy.
Amicus slips through the shadows under the door to enter the room- Merabelle can immediately tell it's Amicus. "Any luck?.." It asks
Eventually he does come over to watch them make the meal, clinging to his book and amulet, silently watching them.
She looks up from her book and a magic circle, "Nothin' worth doin', if I die an' come back it'll leave me, but I don't know 'bout that." She walks over and hugs them.
After a while, it sets the mostly completed pie on top of one of its roots, which weakly crackles with white flames, to bake it. "How have your magic studies been going?" It asks, hoping to talk about something else.
It slowly and very hesitantly hugs her back, as if it's scared it'll hurt her. "...Can I help somehow?.."
He looks down at his book, before looking back at them "I can cast most spells with my new powers... I've been making some new ones though. Those are hard to learn."
She notices, hugging them tighter, showing that she's still got most of her strength, even in this sickened state of hers, "Probably, an' with you an' Omori's help, I can likely get cured in a lil bit."
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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.'
"Alright... I'm here for you if you need anything." It responds, going back to continuing its work preparing the divine delicacy.
Amicus slips through the shadows under the door to enter the room- Merabelle can immediately tell it's Amicus. "Any luck?.." It asks
Eventually he does come over to watch them make the meal, clinging to his book and amulet, silently watching them.
She looks up from her book and a magic circle, "Nothin' worth doin', if I die an' come back it'll leave me, but I don't know 'bout that." She walks over and hugs them.
After a while, it sets the mostly completed pie on top of one of its roots, which weakly crackles with white flames, to bake it. "How have your magic studies been going?" It asks, hoping to talk about something else.
It slowly and very hesitantly hugs her back, as if it's scared it'll hurt her. "...Can I help somehow?.."
He looks down at his book, before looking back at them "I can cast most spells with my new powers... I've been making some new ones though. Those are hard to learn."
She notices, hugging them tighter, showing that she's still got most of her strength, even in this sickened state of hers, "Probably, an' with you an' Omori's help, I can likely get cured in a lil bit."
"You've been making spells all your own?.. That's incredible." It responds, sounding so proud of him. "What new spells have you made so far?"
"...Yes, hopefully it'll work..." It replies, sounding truly hopeful. "...Should we find others to help as well?.."
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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)
"You've been making spells all your own?.. That's incredible." It responds, sounding so proud of him. "What new spells have you made so far?"
"...Yes, hopefully it'll work..." It replies, sounding truly hopeful. "...Should we find others to help as well?.."
He puts down his book on the counter, holding out a hand. The hand begins to shift, changing to become the same material as Helianth after a moment. It seemed to take a little effort.
"Not fer the first try, maybe just you an' me an' Omori, but if it don't work, try gettin' Stroth an' Samaritan maybe." She smiles at 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.'
"You've been making spells all your own?.. That's incredible." It responds, sounding so proud of him. "What new spells have you made so far?"
"...Yes, hopefully it'll work..." It replies, sounding truly hopeful. "...Should we find others to help as well?.."
He puts down his book on the counter, holding out a hand. The hand begins to shift, changing to become the same material as Helianth after a moment. It seemed to take a little effort.
"Not fer the first try, maybe just you an' me an' Omori, but if it don't work, try gettin' Stroth an' Samaritan maybe." She smiles at them.
The angel of emptiness seems especially intrigued. "Incredible... if I may ask, what compelled you to make that spell?" It asks, seeming both proud and a little disturbed.
It 'smiles' back, its featureless face splitting open into a wide grin. "...Understood. Shall I go find Omori for our first attempt?.."
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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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*Well that’s going to be very interesting next time I interact with Yuki.*
Once everyone finishes their food, Damian takes their plates, cleaning up after them.
She nuzzles into the paw, wrapping it around her like a blanket, enjoying it despite her previous claim to not be adorable.
She smiles, thinking of it, “It sounds like it’ll be quite the fun time, I can’t wait.” She snuggles up against them.
*i see a little silhouetto of a man*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?*
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
*THUNDERBOLT AND LIGHTNING, VERY VERY FRIGHTENING ME!*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Good morning people that may or may not be here.*
*Goooooooooood morning, everyone!*
Helianth is in the recently-returned Starshredder's 'kitchen', attempting to prepare another energy-based dish with the divine essence it collected from the star god it slaughtered the other day. It's currently making dough for the pie crust.
The Architect is at the Inn, sketching designs for an absolutely horrific-looking new construct- part of her big plan to expand the Fair.
Amicus is drifting through the forest with no clear objective in mind, being especially careful not to touch anything out of fear it'll become corrupted.
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)
*Good morning Yvonne.*
Tim continues to stick with them as he contemplates his trauma silently, his light and feeling of soothing occasionally seems to flicker, giving way to a cold that it nothing short of terrifying from such a young child.
They encounter the area Merabelle left behind from her sickness, the area is slowly purifying itself, but this says a lot about her condition if she has to expel it into the area around her just to feel a little better.
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 crooked monstrosity notices this, pausing its work to slither over to beside him- something that doesn't require it much movement, as its twisted form takes up almost a third of the room. "...Do you want to talk about it?"
It drifts down a bit closer to see, recognizing the grey soil and sickly plants as corruption from her sickness. It reaches down, and absorbs the darkness into itself, before looking for Merabelle.
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 them, the glow has faded from his eyes a bit and his face is blank, he stopped crying a while ago. He doesn't do anything for a long time before shaking his head and looking back down.
The darkness doesn't hurt at all to absorb, only a fraction and weakened in that state regardless. Merabelle is back at the orphanage, in her room working on anything she can do to hold the darkness at bay.
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.)
"Alright... I'm here for you if you need anything." It responds, going back to continuing its work preparing the divine delicacy.
Amicus slips through the shadows under the door to enter the room- Merabelle can immediately tell it's Amicus. "Any luck?.." It asks
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)
Eventually he does come over to watch them make the meal, clinging to his book and amulet, silently watching them.
She looks up from her book and a magic circle, "Nothin' worth doin', if I die an' come back it'll leave me, but I don't know 'bout that." She walks over and hugs 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.)
After a while, it sets the mostly completed pie on top of one of its roots, which weakly crackles with white flames, to bake it. "How have your magic studies been going?" It asks, hoping to talk about something else.
It slowly and very hesitantly hugs her back, as if it's scared it'll hurt her. "...Can I help somehow?.."
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 down at his book, before looking back at them "I can cast most spells with my new powers... I've been making some new ones though. Those are hard to learn."
She notices, hugging them tighter, showing that she's still got most of her strength, even in this sickened state of hers, "Probably, an' with you an' Omori's help, I can likely get cured in a lil bit."
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.)
"You've been making spells all your own?.. That's incredible." It responds, sounding so proud of him. "What new spells have you made so far?"
"...Yes, hopefully it'll work..." It replies, sounding truly hopeful. "...Should we find others to help as well?.."
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 puts down his book on the counter, holding out a hand. The hand begins to shift, changing to become the same material as Helianth after a moment. It seemed to take a little effort.
"Not fer the first try, maybe just you an' me an' Omori, but if it don't work, try gettin' Stroth an' Samaritan maybe." She smiles at 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.)
*Felix is back.*
*I have less than 5 minutes and then I have to go for like a half hour*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*When you come back, may I have Felix, because I love him, and Skwancy because he needs to talk with Rag? Also, love you.*
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 angel of emptiness seems especially intrigued. "Incredible... if I may ask, what compelled you to make that spell?" It asks, seeming both proud and a little disturbed.
It 'smiles' back, its featureless face splitting open into a wide grin. "...Understood. Shall I go find Omori for our first attempt?.."
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)