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.
"It doesn't take weeks when you give it a massive amount of power all at once." She says, looking down at the ground, the flames beginning helping her recover, but the issue seems to be soul deep, like she's made some really bad mistakes, "I did it to save one of my kids."
He nods slowly, disappointed in himself, "I promise I will try not to go killing people again, but I can't promise that I won't." He says honestly, hoping they can.
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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 again seems surprised, silent for a while. It places a hand on his shoulder, its entire being wreathed in flames. "Of course, Tim."
(Just a few feet away from the heart) "What... is that?.." Omori manages to say, trembling as she desperately hopes this isn't somehow related to her.
He begins to cry again, hugging them once more and just standing there for a moment, incredibly happy.
As Merabelle begins to explain what she knows, the other Merabelle suddenly reaches out and begins pulling Amicus into the heart, Merabelle trying to help as soon as she sees them in danger.
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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.'
Misha is outside, humming to herself as he sets up a bear trap. She pulls back the metal jaws, locks them in place using the coil pins, and takes a step back. She smiles happily at it, dusting the dry dirt off her hands.
Pysche has somehow made a castle of pillows out in the forest of the tavern grounds, now herding all of his stuffed animals into it. He wears his same flamboyant green and golden outfit.
Ichigo is outside, still reforming himself. He has found some old, forgotten armor off of a body and has donned it to hold his form in place.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
It again seems surprised, silent for a while. It places a hand on his shoulder, its entire being wreathed in flames. "Of course, Tim."
(Just a few feet away from the heart) "What... is that?.." Omori manages to say, trembling as she desperately hopes this isn't somehow related to her.
He begins to cry again, hugging them once more and just standing there for a moment, incredibly happy.
As Merabelle begins to explain what she knows, the other Merabelle suddenly reaches out and begins pulling Amicus into the heart, Merabelle trying to help as soon as she sees them in danger.
It hugs them back again, the embrace warmed by the trapped stars within its core, also very happy. "I have a son now..." It says to no one in particular- if it could cry, there's a good chance it would.
Amicus, being an only semi-corporeal and entirely weightless being, is immediately pulled into the heart, unable to struggle free in time. Omori tries to help as well, but is too terrified to get close to this thing.
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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)
Misha is outside, humming to herself as he sets up a bear trap. She pulls back the metal jaws, locks them in place using the coil pins, and takes a step back. She smiles happily at it, dusting the dry dirt off her hands.
Pysche has somehow made a castle of pillows out in the forest of the tavern grounds, now herding all of his stuffed animals into it. He wears his same flamboyant green and golden outfit.
*Do you mind if I get Ichigo later?*
A silver mist fills the air around them, Eithan is going for a walk, the sound of blood and glass shifting with each step, he doesn't realize that there is not only glass in his shoes, but blood covering his regular clothes, soaked to his sick core.
They not only see, but feel an explosion nearby, hearing the sound of laughter coming from whatever the source may be.
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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.'
Misha is outside, humming to herself as he sets up a bear trap. She pulls back the metal jaws, locks them in place using the coil pins, and takes a step back. She smiles happily at it, dusting the dry dirt off her hands.
Pysche has somehow made a castle of pillows out in the forest of the tavern grounds, now herding all of his stuffed animals into it. He wears his same flamboyant green and golden outfit.
*Do you mind if I get Ichigo later?*
A silver mist fills the air around them, Eithan is going for a walk, the sound of blood and glass shifting with each step, he doesn't realize that there is not only glass in his shoes, but blood covering his regular clothes, soaked to his sick core.
They not only see, but feel an explosion nearby, hearing the sound of laughter coming from whatever the source may be.
*Yep!*
She looks over at him and waves, fixing her skirts. "Good day Eithan!" she chirps happily.
He spins his head around, the rotating face turning from a black face to a smiling one. He teleports through tree's and rocks and appears at the spot of the explosion.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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."
"Awww..." He rubs his cheek against it. "I'm gonna be sticking around for a while. I'm sorry for leaving for so long... but I learned some new tricks while I was away, and I think you'll be interested in them."
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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.
Misha is outside, humming to herself as he sets up a bear trap. She pulls back the metal jaws, locks them in place using the coil pins, and takes a step back. She smiles happily at it, dusting the dry dirt off her hands.
Pysche has somehow made a castle of pillows out in the forest of the tavern grounds, now herding all of his stuffed animals into it. He wears his same flamboyant green and golden outfit.
Ichigo is outside, still reforming himself. He has found some old, forgotten armor off of a body and has donned it to hold his form in place.
Mavis is walking through the forest when she sees Misha setting up the trap. "A bear trap, eh? What're you hoping to catch?" She starts, walking over to her.
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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)
Misha is outside, humming to herself as he sets up a bear trap. She pulls back the metal jaws, locks them in place using the coil pins, and takes a step back. She smiles happily at it, dusting the dry dirt off her hands.
Pysche has somehow made a castle of pillows out in the forest of the tavern grounds, now herding all of his stuffed animals into it. He wears his same flamboyant green and golden outfit.
Ichigo is outside, still reforming himself. He has found some old, forgotten armor off of a body and has donned it to hold his form in place.
Mavis is walking through the forest when she sees Misha setting up the trap. "A bear trap, eh? What're you hoping to catch?" She starts, walking over to her.
"Uhh.. Anything I suppose," she said, looking up. She smiles brightly "How're you?'
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
It hugs them back again, the embrace warmed by the trapped stars within its core, also very happy. "I have a son now..." It says to no one in particular- if it could cry, there's a good chance it would.
Amicus, being an only semi-corporeal and entirely weightless being, is immediately pulled into the heart, unable to struggle free in time. Omori tries to help as well, but is too terrified to get close to this thing.
Tim eventually pulls back and sits down nearby, beginning to work on making more spells, kicking up his legs.
Amicus can see Merabelle trying to tear into the core of the heart, while the other Merabelle begins talking to them, it's voice eerily the same, "Sweetheart, welcome back home." Merabelle doesn't know what to do, but she tries anything she can.
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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 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."
"Awww..." He rubs his cheek against it. "I'm gonna be sticking around for a while. I'm sorry for leaving for so long... but I learned some new tricks while I was away, and I think you'll be interested in them."
"I'm already curious. What have you learned? How have you grown?" It asks, leaning farther down to be at eye level with Felix.
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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)
Misha is outside, humming to herself as he sets up a bear trap. She pulls back the metal jaws, locks them in place using the coil pins, and takes a step back. She smiles happily at it, dusting the dry dirt off her hands.
Pysche has somehow made a castle of pillows out in the forest of the tavern grounds, now herding all of his stuffed animals into it. He wears his same flamboyant green and golden outfit.
*Do you mind if I get Ichigo later?*
A silver mist fills the air around them, Eithan is going for a walk, the sound of blood and glass shifting with each step, he doesn't realize that there is not only glass in his shoes, but blood covering his regular clothes, soaked to his sick core.
They not only see, but feel an explosion nearby, hearing the sound of laughter coming from whatever the source may be.
*Yep!*
She looks over at him and waves, fixing her skirts. "Good day Eithan!" she chirps happily.
He spins his head around, the rotating face turning from a black face to a smiling one. He teleports through tree's and rocks and appears at the spot of the explosion.
He looks back to them, smiling at them "Good day Misha, looking good as always." He walks over.
They find a crater, at the center of which is a light skinned and sun kissed teenager with long black hair, handsome with eyes of a reddish orange color. He's holding some glowing rocks, smiling brightly. (It's Rexplode)
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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 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.
"It doesn't take weeks when you give it a massive amount of power all at once." She says, looking down at the ground, the flames beginning helping her recover, but the issue seems to be soul deep, like she's made some really bad mistakes, "I did it to save one of my kids."
He nods slowly, disappointed in himself, "I promise I will try not to go killing people again, but I can't promise that I won't." He says honestly, hoping they can.
He sighs. "At this stage, it can still be cured without killing you..." He huffs. "Barely. You have so many friends, and so many of them are magically talented. How did none of them offer you help?" He demands.
He nods. "If that's all I can expect from you, I'll take it."
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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.
Misha is outside, humming to herself as he sets up a bear trap. She pulls back the metal jaws, locks them in place using the coil pins, and takes a step back. She smiles happily at it, dusting the dry dirt off her hands.
Pysche has somehow made a castle of pillows out in the forest of the tavern grounds, now herding all of his stuffed animals into it. He wears his same flamboyant green and golden outfit.
*Do you mind if I get Ichigo later?*
A silver mist fills the air around them, Eithan is going for a walk, the sound of blood and glass shifting with each step, he doesn't realize that there is not only glass in his shoes, but blood covering his regular clothes, soaked to his sick core.
They not only see, but feel an explosion nearby, hearing the sound of laughter coming from whatever the source may be.
*Yep!*
She looks over at him and waves, fixing her skirts. "Good day Eithan!" she chirps happily.
He spins his head around, the rotating face turning from a black face to a smiling one. He teleports through tree's and rocks and appears at the spot of the explosion.
He looks back to them, smiling at them "Good day Misha, looking good as always." He walks over.
They find a crater, at the center of which is a light skinned and sun kissed teenager with long black hair, handsome with eyes of a reddish orange color. He's holding some glowing rocks, smiling brightly. (It's Rexplode)
She chuckles and shakes her head "How're you?" she asks, setting up another trap.
Psyche tilts his head from side to side. "Well, well, well! What do we have?" he said, his announcer-like voice echoing loud and clear.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
It hugs them back again, the embrace warmed by the trapped stars within its core, also very happy. "I have a son now..." It says to no one in particular- if it could cry, there's a good chance it would.
Amicus, being an only semi-corporeal and entirely weightless being, is immediately pulled into the heart, unable to struggle free in time. Omori tries to help as well, but is too terrified to get close to this thing.
Tim eventually pulls back and sits down nearby, beginning to work on making more spells, kicking up his legs.
Amicus can see Merabelle trying to tear into the core of the heart, while the other Merabelle begins talking to them, it's voice eerily the same, "Sweetheart, welcome back home." Merabelle doesn't know what to do, but she tries anything she can.
(Good place to end?)
It's disoriented for a few seconds, a mixture of surprised and scared. "...What... who are you?.." It asks her. Omori is also trying to tear her way into the heart with magic, claws, and teeth.
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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)
Misha is outside, humming to herself as he sets up a bear trap. She pulls back the metal jaws, locks them in place using the coil pins, and takes a step back. She smiles happily at it, dusting the dry dirt off her hands.
Pysche has somehow made a castle of pillows out in the forest of the tavern grounds, now herding all of his stuffed animals into it. He wears his same flamboyant green and golden outfit.
Ichigo is outside, still reforming himself. He has found some old, forgotten armor off of a body and has donned it to hold his form in place.
*Mind if I double Felix this one?*
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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.
Misha is outside, humming to herself as he sets up a bear trap. She pulls back the metal jaws, locks them in place using the coil pins, and takes a step back. She smiles happily at it, dusting the dry dirt off her hands.
Pysche has somehow made a castle of pillows out in the forest of the tavern grounds, now herding all of his stuffed animals into it. He wears his same flamboyant green and golden outfit.
Ichigo is outside, still reforming himself. He has found some old, forgotten armor off of a body and has donned it to hold his form in place.
*Mind if I double Felix this one?*
*course! all good with me :]*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Misha is outside, humming to herself as he sets up a bear trap. She pulls back the metal jaws, locks them in place using the coil pins, and takes a step back. She smiles happily at it, dusting the dry dirt off her hands.
Pysche has somehow made a castle of pillows out in the forest of the tavern grounds, now herding all of his stuffed animals into it. He wears his same flamboyant green and golden outfit.
Ichigo is outside, still reforming himself. He has found some old, forgotten armor off of a body and has donned it to hold his form in place.
Mavis is walking through the forest when she sees Misha setting up the trap. "A bear trap, eh? What're you hoping to catch?" She starts, walking over to her.
"Uhh.. Anything I suppose," she said, looking up. She smiles brightly "How're you?'
"Eh, I'm doing alright. Could be better, but could certainly be worse. You?" She responds, smiling as well as she leans against a tree.
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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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It again seems surprised, silent for a while. It places a hand on his shoulder, its entire being wreathed in flames. "Of course, Tim."
(Just a few feet away from the heart) "What... is that?.." Omori manages to say, trembling as she desperately hopes this isn't somehow related to her.
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 doesn't take weeks when you give it a massive amount of power all at once." She says, looking down at the ground, the flames beginning helping her recover, but the issue seems to be soul deep, like she's made some really bad mistakes, "I did it to save one of my kids."
He nods slowly, disappointed in himself, "I promise I will try not to go killing people again, but I can't promise that I won't." He says honestly, hoping they can.
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.)
*Misha and... I haven't met Pysche so why not.*
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 begins to cry again, hugging them once more and just standing there for a moment, incredibly happy.
As Merabelle begins to explain what she knows, the other Merabelle suddenly reaches out and begins pulling Amicus into the heart, Merabelle trying to help as soon as she sees them in danger.
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.)
Misha is outside, humming to herself as he sets up a bear trap. She pulls back the metal jaws, locks them in place using the coil pins, and takes a step back. She smiles happily at it, dusting the dry dirt off her hands.
Pysche has somehow made a castle of pillows out in the forest of the tavern grounds, now herding all of his stuffed animals into it. He wears his same flamboyant green and golden outfit.
Ichigo is outside, still reforming himself. He has found some old, forgotten armor off of a body and has donned it to hold his form in place.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
It hugs them back again, the embrace warmed by the trapped stars within its core, also very happy. "I have a son now..." It says to no one in particular- if it could cry, there's a good chance it would.
Amicus, being an only semi-corporeal and entirely weightless being, is immediately pulled into the heart, unable to struggle free in time. Omori tries to help as well, but is too terrified to get close to this thing.
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)
*Do you mind if I get Ichigo later?*
A silver mist fills the air around them, Eithan is going for a walk, the sound of blood and glass shifting with each step, he doesn't realize that there is not only glass in his shoes, but blood covering his regular clothes, soaked to his sick core.
They not only see, but feel an explosion nearby, hearing the sound of laughter coming from whatever the source may be.
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.)
*Yep!*
She looks over at him and waves, fixing her skirts. "Good day Eithan!" she chirps happily.
He spins his head around, the rotating face turning from a black face to a smiling one. He teleports through tree's and rocks and appears at the spot of the explosion.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Awww..." He rubs his cheek against it. "I'm gonna be sticking around for a while. I'm sorry for leaving for so long... but I learned some new tricks while I was away, and I think you'll be interested in them."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Mavis is walking through the forest when she sees Misha setting up the trap. "A bear trap, eh? What're you hoping to catch?" She starts, walking over to her.
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)
"Uhh.. Anything I suppose," she said, looking up. She smiles brightly "How're you?'
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Tim eventually pulls back and sits down nearby, beginning to work on making more spells, kicking up his legs.
Amicus can see Merabelle trying to tear into the core of the heart, while the other Merabelle begins talking to them, it's voice eerily the same, "Sweetheart, welcome back home." Merabelle doesn't know what to do, but she tries anything she can.
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 already curious. What have you learned? How have you grown?" It asks, leaning farther down to be at eye level with Felix.
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 back to them, smiling at them "Good day Misha, looking good as always." He walks over.
They find a crater, at the center of which is a light skinned and sun kissed teenager with long black hair, handsome with eyes of a reddish orange color. He's holding some glowing rocks, smiling brightly. (It's Rexplode)
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. "At this stage, it can still be cured without killing you..." He huffs. "Barely. You have so many friends, and so many of them are magically talented. How did none of them offer you help?" He demands.
He nods. "If that's all I can expect from you, I'll take it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She chuckles and shakes her head "How're you?" she asks, setting up another trap.
Psyche tilts his head from side to side. "Well, well, well! What do we have?" he said, his announcer-like voice echoing loud and clear.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(Good place to end?)
It's disoriented for a few seconds, a mixture of surprised and scared. "...What... who are you?.." It asks her. Omori is also trying to tear her way into the heart with magic, claws, and teeth.
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)
*Mind if I double Felix this one?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*course! all good with me :]*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Eh, I'm doing alright. Could be better, but could certainly be worse. You?" She responds, smiling as well as she leans against a tree.
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)