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.
"...It does, doesn't it?" It responds, continuing to eat its slice of pie, seemingly not affected by the emotions either. If anything, it seems to be enjoying it. Savoring the fear baked within.
The two shadows continue to follow Merabelle, carving a path through the corruption as they approach the core of whatever is causing the infection. Omori quietly hopes that it isn't what she thinks it reminds her of.
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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.
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.
It hugs him back with its myriad of roots, the embrace warmed by the light of captive stars. "Hello again, love." It says to him, its new wings almost shielding Felix as they wrap around them both. Its other flower heads are further investigating the flames, intrigued by the taste.
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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 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."
She looks over to them, trying to force down the rest of the bile when she sees them "Sweetheart... I'm fine, don't worry 'bout me."
"Cats are weird, aren't they." His voice gets serious, "Skwancy, I'm sorry for dying, and I'll that came with it. Can you forgive me?"
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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 does, doesn't it?" It responds, continuing to eat its slice of pie, seemingly not affected by the emotions either. If anything, it seems to be enjoying it. Savoring the fear baked within.
The two shadows continue to follow Merabelle, carving a path through the corruption as they approach the core of whatever is causing the infection. Omori quietly hopes that it isn't what she thinks it reminds her of.
Once he finishes the pie, he puts the plate down in the sink, reaching up to it before taking his book back, holding it close "Thank you, so much, Helianth."
Eventually they find a heart in the center connected to nothing, pumping black bile into the ground, at the center of the heart seems to be another Merabelle seemingly existing within. Merabelle looks confused by the heart, and it does distantly look like the Seer.
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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 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.
It hugs him back with its myriad of roots, the embrace warmed by the light of captive stars. "Hello again, love." It says to him, its new wings almost shielding Felix as they wrap around them both. Its other flower heads are further investigating the flames, intrigued by the taste.
He sighs in comfort and relief, looking up at its face. "You seem to be doing well, Helianth."
The flames seem to be part plasma from the stars, part oil fire, and part molten metal. "You like it? I made it myself with blessed lava from Mt. Honkachu. Turns out making a new type of magical fire is really expensive, by the way. It's for cooking fiends in particular, since they're normally immune to heat."
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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.
"...It does, doesn't it?" It responds, continuing to eat its slice of pie, seemingly not affected by the emotions either. If anything, it seems to be enjoying it. Savoring the fear baked within.
The two shadows continue to follow Merabelle, carving a path through the corruption as they approach the core of whatever is causing the infection. Omori quietly hopes that it isn't what she thinks it reminds her of.
Once he finishes the pie, he puts the plate down in the sink, reaching up to it before taking his book back, holding it close "Thank you, so much, Helianth."
Eventually they find a heart in the center connected to nothing, pumping black bile into the ground, at the center of the heart seems to be another Merabelle seemingly existing within. Merabelle looks confused by the heart, and it does distantly look like the Seer.
"You're very welcome." It responds, soon after finishing its piece of the pie. "What do you want to do today?"
Amicus is also confused, drifting over to examine the strange heart. Omori is utterly horrified, sticking close to her mother.
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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)
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.
It hugs him back with its myriad of roots, the embrace warmed by the light of captive stars. "Hello again, love." It says to him, its new wings almost shielding Felix as they wrap around them both. Its other flower heads are further investigating the flames, intrigued by the taste.
He sighs in comfort and relief, looking up at its face. "You seem to be doing well, Helianth."
The flames seem to be part plasma from the stars, part oil fire, and part molten metal. "You like it? I made it myself with blessed lava from Mt. Honkachu. Turns out making a new type of magical fire is really expensive, by the way. It's for cooking fiends in particular, since they're normally immune to heat."
"...I've been alright. Far better now that you're here." It responds, looking back down at him with its sphere of annihilation. "It's very impressive- such an interesting flavor. I love it."
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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 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."
She looks over to them, trying to force down the rest of the bile when she sees them "Sweetheart... I'm fine, don't worry 'bout me."
"Cats are weird, aren't they." His voice gets serious, "Skwancy, I'm sorry for dying, and I'll that came with it. Can you forgive me?"
He stomps a paw, literally putting his foot down. "You idiot! This kind of corruption needs weeks to get this bad! Did you actually go untreated for this long? When you have kids to take care of?" He walks over to her, the warped-yet-holy flame beginning to purge the darkness.
"Of course. But you have to promise you won't go killing people again." He sounds stern and sits up to assume a 'serious' pose and expression.
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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.
"...It does, doesn't it?" It responds, continuing to eat its slice of pie, seemingly not affected by the emotions either. If anything, it seems to be enjoying it. Savoring the fear baked within.
The two shadows continue to follow Merabelle, carving a path through the corruption as they approach the core of whatever is causing the infection. Omori quietly hopes that it isn't what she thinks it reminds her of.
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 him back with its myriad of roots, the embrace warmed by the light of captive stars. "Hello again, love." It says to him, its new wings almost shielding Felix as they wrap around them both. Its other flower heads are further investigating the flames, intrigued by the taste.
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 looks over to them, trying to force down the rest of the bile when she sees them "Sweetheart... I'm fine, don't worry 'bout me."
"Cats are weird, aren't they." His voice gets serious, "Skwancy, I'm sorry for dying, and I'll that came with it. Can you forgive me?"
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.)
*Bleh, i has a headache.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Once he finishes the pie, he puts the plate down in the sink, reaching up to it before taking his book back, holding it close "Thank you, so much, Helianth."
Eventually they find a heart in the center connected to nothing, pumping black bile into the ground, at the center of the heart seems to be another Merabelle seemingly existing within. Merabelle looks confused by the heart, and it does distantly look like the Seer.
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 sucks, I know the feeling.*
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.)
*Sadly, I have to work through it and it is messing up my flow :p*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I feel deeply sorry that I cannot do anything to help, take care Wendi.*
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 aint your fault, nothing to feel sorry over. :]*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Well, I'll try not to feel sorry, sorry for feeling sorry.*
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 sighs in comfort and relief, looking up at its face. "You seem to be doing well, Helianth."
The flames seem to be part plasma from the stars, part oil fire, and part molten metal. "You like it? I made it myself with blessed lava from Mt. Honkachu. Turns out making a new type of magical fire is really expensive, by the way. It's for cooking fiends in particular, since they're normally immune to heat."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*[SHAKES YOU] DON'T FEEL SORRY, IT IS FINE.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"You're very welcome." It responds, soon after finishing its piece of the pie. "What do you want to do today?"
Amicus is also confused, drifting over to examine the strange heart. Omori is utterly horrified, sticking close to her mother.
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)
*[Gets shaken] MY APOLOGIES FOR BEING SORRY!*
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.)
*[TURNS YOU INTO A SHAMROCK SHAKE}*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I don't know... can you be my parent?" He asks, looking up at them, clinging to his book, his eyes concerned/
(How close does Amicus get?) Merabelle doesn't know what to do, not sure about anything, holding Omori and looking at Amicus worried.
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.)
*Mhmm, yummy.*
*Wanna rp Wendi? You don't have to, it's cool.*
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've been alright. Far better now that you're here." It responds, looking back down at him with its sphere of annihilation. "It's very impressive- such an interesting flavor. I love it."
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 stomps a paw, literally putting his foot down. "You idiot! This kind of corruption needs weeks to get this bad! Did you actually go untreated for this long? When you have kids to take care of?" He walks over to her, the warped-yet-holy flame beginning to purge the darkness.
"Of course. But you have to promise you won't go killing people again." He sounds stern and sits up to assume a 'serious' pose and expression.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Sure! Uhhh, I got Misha, Pysche, and Ichigo.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]