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?.."
"Because you're my closest living family..." He says, turning his hand back to normal, looking back at the ground and fidgeting with his fingers, "Or... at least I think that."
She pulls back, going back to working on the magic circle, "That would be good, I'll be here, an' when ya get here it'll be ready."
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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.'
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?.."
"Because you're my closest living family..." He says, turning his hand back to normal, looking back at the ground and fidgeting with his fingers, "Or... at least I think that."
She pulls back, going back to working on the magic circle, "That would be good, I'll be here, an' when ya get here it'll be ready."
It seems truly surprised by this, but not at all in a negative way. It is silent for a few seconds, before speaking again. "I'm... honored you think that of me. Truly."
Amicus nods, and vanishes into the dark again. A few minutes later, it reappears from the crack under the door, and Omori opens said door to enter the room.
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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)
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?.."
"Because you're my closest living family..." He says, turning his hand back to normal, looking back at the ground and fidgeting with his fingers, "Or... at least I think that."
She pulls back, going back to working on the magic circle, "That would be good, I'll be here, an' when ya get here it'll be ready."
It seems truly surprised by this, but not at all in a negative way. It is silent for a few seconds, before speaking again. "I'm... honored you think that of me. Truly."
Amicus nods, and vanishes into the dark again. A few minutes later, it reappears from the crack under the door, and Omori opens said door to enter the room.
He nods the smallest bit before hugging them again with inhuman strength, closing his eyes and crying just a little bit, being the kid he knows he is.
Merabelle is sitting in the middle of the magic circle she was making. Her black veins are back, but it seems that she's just trying to push the darkness to a state of vulnerability.
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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.'
It seems truly surprised by this, but not at all in a negative way. It is silent for a few seconds, before speaking again. "I'm... honored you think that of me. Truly."
Amicus nods, and vanishes into the dark again. A few minutes later, it reappears from the crack under the door, and Omori opens said door to enter the room.
He nods the smallest bit before hugging them again with inhuman strength, closing his eyes and crying just a little bit, being the kid he knows he is.
Merabelle is sitting in the middle of the magic circle she was making. Her black veins are back, but it seems that she's just trying to push the darkness to a state of vulnerability.
It hugs them back with all its arms, being the guardian it's been trying to be. Its roots extinguish and let go of the pie, now fully baked.
Omori and Amicus silently go to opposite sides of the circle, Omori sitting down while Amicus floats in place, both ready to help however they can.
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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)
It hugs them back with all its arms, being the guardian it's been trying to be. Its roots extinguish and let go of the pie, now fully baked.
Omori and Amicus silently go to opposite sides of the circle, Omori sitting down while Amicus floats in place, both ready to help however they can.
They pull back and go back to sitting on the ground, curling up and looking down "Thank you..." He says, wiping his eyes.
She takes their hands, and suddenly both of them are standing next to Merabelle in a lush forest, or at least part of it is lush, a large portion being sickened by the darkness. This place seemingly a representation of her own soul.
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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.'
It hugs them back with all its arms, being the guardian it's been trying to be. Its roots extinguish and let go of the pie, now fully baked.
Omori and Amicus silently go to opposite sides of the circle, Omori sitting down while Amicus floats in place, both ready to help however they can.
They pull back and go back to sitting on the ground, curling up and looking down "Thank you..." He says, wiping his eyes.
She takes their hands, and suddenly both of them are standing next to Merabelle in a lush forest, or at least part of it is lush, a large portion being sickened by the darkness. This place seemingly a representation of her own soul.
"No thanks are necessary. I'm here for you, Tim." It responds, one of its roots extending down and offering him a slice of pie.
Omori and Amicus both look around, seeming distraught at the spreading sickness throughout this forest, looking for its source. Amicus absorbs as much of the corruption as it can into itself while floating around.
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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)
It hugs them back with all its arms, being the guardian it's been trying to be. Its roots extinguish and let go of the pie, now fully baked.
Omori and Amicus silently go to opposite sides of the circle, Omori sitting down while Amicus floats in place, both ready to help however they can.
They pull back and go back to sitting on the ground, curling up and looking down "Thank you..." He says, wiping his eyes.
She takes their hands, and suddenly both of them are standing next to Merabelle in a lush forest, or at least part of it is lush, a large portion being sickened by the darkness. This place seemingly a representation of her own soul.
"No thanks are necessary. I'm here for you, Tim." It responds, one of its roots extending down and offering him a slice of pie.
Omori and Amicus both look around, seeming distraught at the spreading sickness throughout this forest, looking for its source. Amicus absorbs as much of the corruption as it can into itself while floating around.
He looks up at the pie, before politely taking the slice, thanking them again before beginning to eat it, taking his time.
Merabelle attempts to purify as much of it as she can along with them, having taken up her starry form to boost what power she has within this place, able to slowly cut through the darkness as she searches with 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.'
It hugs them back with all its arms, being the guardian it's been trying to be. Its roots extinguish and let go of the pie, now fully baked.
Omori and Amicus silently go to opposite sides of the circle, Omori sitting down while Amicus floats in place, both ready to help however they can.
They pull back and go back to sitting on the ground, curling up and looking down "Thank you..." He says, wiping his eyes.
She takes their hands, and suddenly both of them are standing next to Merabelle in a lush forest, or at least part of it is lush, a large portion being sickened by the darkness. This place seemingly a representation of her own soul.
"No thanks are necessary. I'm here for you, Tim." It responds, one of its roots extending down and offering him a slice of pie.
Omori and Amicus both look around, seeming distraught at the spreading sickness throughout this forest, looking for its source. Amicus absorbs as much of the corruption as it can into itself while floating around.
He looks up at the pie, before politely taking the slice, thanking them again before beginning to eat it, taking his time.
Merabelle attempts to purify as much of it as she can along with them, having taken up her starry form to boost what power she has within this place, able to slowly cut through the darkness as she searches with them.
It tastes similar to the celestial flan- like pure energy and radiation in the best way possible- but there's also a bitter aftertaste to it. It tastes angry. Scared. Desperate to live. The dying feelings of the lesser star god in its feeble attempt to stop the ceaseless maw from eating its way through the heavens and leaving nothing but darkness behind.
Omori assumes her Starry form as well, slowly evaporating the corruption around her. Amicus continues to absorb as much as it can until it can't contain any more.
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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)
It tastes similar to the celestial flan- like pure energy and radiation in the best way possible- but there's also a bitter aftertaste to it. It tastes angry. Scared. Desperate to live. The dying feelings of the lesser star god in its feeble attempt to stop the ceaseless maw from eating its way through the heavens and leaving nothing but darkness behind.
Omori assumes her Starry form as well, slowly evaporating the corruption around her. Amicus continues to absorb as much as it can until it can't contain any more.
He continues to eat the pie, seemingly unaffected by the feelings within the food, "This tastes... sad..." He says, unsure how to explain the feeling outside of that, not that he finds it bad, just unexpected.
The closer to the core they go, the thicker it gets and their pace slows as it becomes harder to cut through and purify the forest, doing the best that she can to help out.
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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.'
Felix is making imp-fried rice out in the woods, made with real imp meat. His heat source is some sort of monstrous, angelic hearth he conjured.
Helianth walks over, curious about what he's making and having missed him. Its appearance seems to have changed again- a pair of wing-like structures made of twisting bone and sinew emerge from its back, with metallic blades resembling feathers. It roots into the ground nearby, taking in light from the hearth.
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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)
Felix is making imp-fried rice out in the woods, made with real imp meat. His heat source is some sort of monstrous, angelic hearth he conjured.
Skwasniek is looking for Rag.
*Good to see you.*
They feel the presence of someone else in the woods, and the sound of violent, pained wretching, like someone is in some real pain.
Rag is flying through the sky, looking for them in return, seeing them and flying down.
Felix takes a deep sniff of the air, closing his eyes and setting the wok aside. Perception (to get a better grasp of the situation, including exact location): 28
Skwancy does a little happy dance. "I saved a cat!"
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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.
Felix takes a deep sniff of the air, closing his eyes and setting the wok aside. Perception (to get a better grasp of the situation, including exact location): 28
Skwancy does a little happy dance. "I saved a cat!"
They see Merabelle in the forest, dark magic destroying her body, it's progressed much past what it used to be, and it's almost fatal based on the bile coming from her.
He looks down at them and smiles, squatting in front of them, "I'm proud of you. Nice job."
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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.'
Felix is making imp-fried rice out in the woods, made with real imp meat. His heat source is some sort of monstrous, angelic hearth he conjured.
Helianth walks over, curious about what he's making and having missed him. Its appearance seems to have changed again- a pair of wing-like structures made of twisting bone and sinew emerge from its back, with metallic blades resembling feathers. It roots into the ground nearby, taking in light from the hearth.
He immediately takes his wok off the heat and sprints over, giving Helianth a big hug. Well, big for him.
The pink light is holy in nature, but there's something... off about it. It's here to both create and destroy, and it has a bit of Felix-y energy to it as though it were made specifically for him.
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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.
Felix takes a deep sniff of the air, closing his eyes and setting the wok aside. Perception (to get a better grasp of the situation, including exact location): 28
Skwancy does a little happy dance. "I saved a cat!"
They see Merabelle in the forest, dark magic destroying her body, it's progressed much past what it used to be, and it's almost fatal based on the bile coming from her.
He looks down at them and smiles, squatting in front of them, "I'm proud of you. Nice job."
Felix approaches her. He flicks his hand, wreathing it with pink and gold flames like the ones in his hearth. "What happened to you, Merabelle?"
He smiles and lies down on Rag's foot. "Thank you. It was really hard. Cats are weird."
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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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*Of course, friend.*
*Hopefully someone will actually come and get me when it is time to return instead of just not telling me like the previous 3 times.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Because you're my closest living family..." He says, turning his hand back to normal, looking back at the ground and fidgeting with his fingers, "Or... at least I think that."
She pulls back, going back to working on the magic circle, "That would be good, I'll be here, an' when ya get here it'll be ready."
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.)
*Don't worry about it buddy, I'll see you then.*
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.)
It seems truly surprised by this, but not at all in a negative way. It is silent for a few seconds, before speaking again. "I'm... honored you think that of me. Truly."
Amicus nods, and vanishes into the dark again. A few minutes later, it reappears from the crack under the door, and Omori opens said door to enter the room.
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)
*Turns out I have ever so slightly more time than expected.*
*And I've already run through most of it trying to come up with intros, so here we are.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He nods the smallest bit before hugging them again with inhuman strength, closing his eyes and crying just a little bit, being the kid he knows he is.
Merabelle is sitting in the middle of the magic circle she was making. Her black veins are back, but it seems that she's just trying to push the darkness to a state of vulnerability.
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.)
*It's all good man, we're all good, don't worry about it none, bro.*
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.)
It hugs them back with all its arms, being the guardian it's been trying to be. Its roots extinguish and let go of the pie, now fully baked.
Omori and Amicus silently go to opposite sides of the circle, Omori sitting down while Amicus floats in place, both ready to help however they can.
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)
They pull back and go back to sitting on the ground, curling up and looking down "Thank you..." He says, wiping his eyes.
She takes their hands, and suddenly both of them are standing next to Merabelle in a lush forest, or at least part of it is lush, a large portion being sickened by the darkness. This place seemingly a representation of her own soul.
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.)
"No thanks are necessary. I'm here for you, Tim." It responds, one of its roots extending down and offering him a slice of pie.
Omori and Amicus both look around, seeming distraught at the spreading sickness throughout this forest, looking for its source. Amicus absorbs as much of the corruption as it can into itself while floating around.
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 at the pie, before politely taking the slice, thanking them again before beginning to eat it, taking his time.
Merabelle attempts to purify as much of it as she can along with them, having taken up her starry form to boost what power she has within this place, able to slowly cut through the darkness as she searches with 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.)
*Finally here!*
Felix is making imp-fried rice out in the woods, made with real imp meat. His heat source is some sort of monstrous, angelic hearth he conjured.
Skwasniek is looking for Rag.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It tastes similar to the celestial flan- like pure energy and radiation in the best way possible- but there's also a bitter aftertaste to it. It tastes angry. Scared. Desperate to live. The dying feelings of the lesser star god in its feeble attempt to stop the ceaseless maw from eating its way through the heavens and leaving nothing but darkness behind.
Omori assumes her Starry form as well, slowly evaporating the corruption around her. Amicus continues to absorb as much as it can until it can't contain any more.
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 to see you.*
They feel the presence of someone else in the woods, and the sound of violent, pained wretching, like someone is in some real pain.
Rag is flying through the sky, looking for them in return, seeing them and flying down.
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 continues to eat the pie, seemingly unaffected by the feelings within the food, "This tastes... sad..." He says, unsure how to explain the feeling outside of that, not that he finds it bad, just unexpected.
The closer to the core they go, the thicker it gets and their pace slows as it becomes harder to cut through and purify the forest, doing the best that she can to help out.
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.)
Helianth walks over, curious about what he's making and having missed him. Its appearance seems to have changed again- a pair of wing-like structures made of twisting bone and sinew emerge from its back, with metallic blades resembling feathers. It roots into the ground nearby, taking in light from the hearth.
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)
Felix takes a deep sniff of the air, closing his eyes and setting the wok aside. Perception (to get a better grasp of the situation, including exact location): 28
Skwancy does a little happy dance. "I saved a cat!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They see Merabelle in the forest, dark magic destroying her body, it's progressed much past what it used to be, and it's almost fatal based on the bile coming from her.
He looks down at them and smiles, squatting in front of them, "I'm proud of you. Nice job."
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 immediately takes his wok off the heat and sprints over, giving Helianth a big hug. Well, big for him.
The pink light is holy in nature, but there's something... off about it. It's here to both create and destroy, and it has a bit of Felix-y energy to it as though it were made specifically for him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Felix approaches her. He flicks his hand, wreathing it with pink and gold flames like the ones in his hearth. "What happened to you, Merabelle?"
He smiles and lies down on Rag's foot. "Thank you. It was really hard. Cats are weird."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.