He pats Theren on the shoulder, able to reach since the elf (I think) is sitting down.
"Family."
The half-elf smiles a bit
"Well, if it's a health issue I can get some scrolls for you. I'm sure the church would be willing to shill out some money if it has something to do with debt. They're always looking for a cause to pretend to care about." He places a hand on the Bounty Hunter's knee.
*I am faring well as well. Not sure how long Corvi will be sticking around in Lord's Rest, one way or another.*
"I know. Mine does too." She responds, still looking out at the sea. She takes a breath, despite not needing to. "I can't wait and stay the same forever- not for her, not for anyone. And I'm not sorry about that."
*Good to hear you're doing good, and depending on how they treat KK, if it's poorly, not long.*
"I'm happy you understand that, I'm happy you've grown from who you used to be... I'm just disappointed they expected you to stay the same after however long." He does the same, blinking without eyes, his smile gone "I will try not to hurt them, but I don't want them to hurt you."
"...I'm disappointed in them as well. They can't really hurt me- not in a way that matters- but... it still stings." She turns to face him. "I'll try not to hurt them either, but if she tries to go after either of us, she's getting her joints rearranged."
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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 pats Theren on the shoulder, able to reach since the elf (I think) is sitting down.
"Family."
The half-elf smiles a bit
"Well, if it's a health issue I can get some scrolls for you. I'm sure the church would be willing to shill out some money if it has something to do with debt. They're always looking for a cause to pretend to care about." He places a hand on the Bounty Hunter's knee.
"It aint bout none of that."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I am faring well as well. Not sure how long Corvi will be sticking around in Lord's Rest, one way or another.*
"I know. Mine does too." She responds, still looking out at the sea. She takes a breath, despite not needing to. "I can't wait and stay the same forever- not for her, not for anyone. And I'm not sorry about that."
*Good to hear you're doing good, and depending on how they treat KK, if it's poorly, not long.*
"I'm happy you understand that, I'm happy you've grown from who you used to be... I'm just disappointed they expected you to stay the same after however long." He does the same, blinking without eyes, his smile gone "I will try not to hurt them, but I don't want them to hurt you."
"...I'm disappointed in them as well. They can't really hurt me- not in a way that matters- but... it still stings." She turns to face him. "I'll try not to hurt them either, but if she tries to go after either of us, she's getting her joints rearranged."
He looks up to them, hugging them softly, "Feel the need not to, dear. You shouldn't have to harm an old friend, and don't discount emotional harm, it takes longer to heal because it cuts deeper." He pulls back, turning back to the ocean.
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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 nods. "I can teach you sometime. Now, have some food." He summons up some Udon and a glass of cream soda. "You're a good musician. I'm a good singer myself, but I can only play the hand drum."
"A singer? Then sing my friend, I want to hear the highs of your voice, if you wouldn't mind." His Udon and cream soda begins floating around him, beginning to eat using magic as he plays for them "And I would be honored once again if you taught me."
He taps his tiny claws and does some small warm-ups, then proceeds to sing.
"Cross my heart, I lost my soul, I let my demons in and they took control. I'd burn a thousand lives if it made me whole, They tried to take my life, and it made me cold. Through the day, through the night, The abuse through my life, Made me numb, you can't save me, I won't be alright. So now it's cross my heart, I lost my soul, I let my demons in and they took control..."
Felix walks through a portal with fishing gear and stops, dropping his tackle box. He stares at the Architect in wonder and awe, utterly dumbfounded by her beauty. After a couple seconds, the gears turn in his head as he tilts it. "KK?"
The Nightmare Lord turns to face him at the sound of his voice, her mask looking back at him. "Hi, Felix. It's been a while, hasn't it?" She responds, her mask suddenly shifting to its smiling expression.
"Yeah..." He sits down, blinking his spiral eyes as if to clear his head. "You look so cool! And you have so many arms for hugging!"
He taps his tiny claws and does some small warm-ups, then proceeds to sing.
"Cross my heart, I lost my soul, I let my demons in and they took control. I'd burn a thousand lives if it made me whole, They tried to take my life, and it made me cold. Through the day, through the night, The abuse through my life, Made me numb, you can't save me, I won't be alright. So now it's cross my heart, I lost my soul, I let my demons in and they took control..."
He tries to keep pace with their singing and not overshadowing it with his playing, bobbing his head to the music, enjoying every little bit, every moment of the song. His smile grows to a joyful expression.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"...I'm disappointed in them as well. They can't really hurt me- not in a way that matters- but... it still stings." She turns to face him. "I'll try not to hurt them either, but if she tries to go after either of us, she's getting her joints rearranged."
He looks up to them, hugging them softly, "Feel the need not to, dear. You shouldn't have to harm an old friend, and don't discount emotional harm, it takes longer to heal because it cuts deeper." He pulls back, turning back to the ocean.
"You're right. I shouldn't have to, but I will if necessary." She is silent for a while again. "The important thing is that however they try to hurt us, it'll heal with time."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"...I'm disappointed in them as well. They can't really hurt me- not in a way that matters- but... it still stings." She turns to face him. "I'll try not to hurt them either, but if she tries to go after either of us, she's getting her joints rearranged."
He looks up to them, hugging them softly, "Feel the need not to, dear. You shouldn't have to harm an old friend, and don't discount emotional harm, it takes longer to heal because it cuts deeper." He pulls back, turning back to the ocean.
"You're right. I shouldn't have to, but I will if necessary." She is silent for a while again. "The important thing is that however they try to hurt us, it'll heal with time."
"If you say so, trust that I will remain by your side for the rest of eternity." He sighs, the black bile falling off of his bones, beginning to form something in front of him.
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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 walks through a portal with fishing gear and stops, dropping his tackle box. He stares at the Architect in wonder and awe, utterly dumbfounded by her beauty. After a couple seconds, the gears turn in his head as he tilts it. "KK?"
The Nightmare Lord turns to face him at the sound of his voice, her mask looking back at him. "Hi, Felix. It's been a while, hasn't it?" She responds, her mask suddenly shifting to its smiling expression.
"Yeah..." He sits down, blinking his spiral eyes as if to clear his head. "You look so cool! And you have so many arms for hugging!"
She chuckles a bit. "Thank you. I think this new form might be one of my best works yet." She replies, setting down her brushes and stepping a bit away from the canvas towards him, carried across the mangled slurry that is the shoreline on many, many arms. "How have you been?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I am getting sent home from work. Im the only one here and y boss doesn't want me to be here alone so he said for me to take the rest of the day off.*
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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
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“No no, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to imply through my actions that I think you can’t defend yourself. I’m just protective, you know?”
“Sounds far. Did it have a name?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Well, if it's a health issue I can get some scrolls for you. I'm sure the church would be willing to shill out some money if it has something to do with debt. They're always looking for a cause to pretend to care about." He places a hand on the Bounty Hunter's knee.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"...I'm disappointed in them as well. They can't really hurt me- not in a way that matters- but... it still stings." She turns to face him. "I'll try not to hurt them either, but if she tries to go after either of us, she's getting her joints rearranged."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I was holding back."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods. "I know that much. Your ribs ok?"
"Yea, just cant remember it."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"It aint bout none of that."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He looks up to them, hugging them softly, "Feel the need not to, dear. You shouldn't have to harm an old friend, and don't discount emotional harm, it takes longer to heal because it cuts deeper." He pulls back, turning back to the ocean.
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 raises an eyebrow, "Of course you were, if you say so."
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 rubs his eyes. "Trust me, i was."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Not doubting, it would be rude to doubt." He says, smiling 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.)
He taps his tiny claws and does some small warm-ups, then proceeds to sing.
"Cross my heart, I lost my soul,
I let my demons in and they took control.
I'd burn a thousand lives if it made me whole,
They tried to take my life, and it made me cold.
Through the day, through the night,
The abuse through my life,
Made me numb, you can't save me,
I won't be alright.
So now it's cross my heart, I lost my soul,
I let my demons in and they took control..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*gotta go :[ *
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*bye dude!!!!*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Yeah..." He sits down, blinking his spiral eyes as if to clear his head. "You look so cool! And you have so many arms for hugging!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He tries to keep pace with their singing and not overshadowing it with his playing, bobbing his head to the music, enjoying every little bit, every moment of the song. His smile grows to a joyful expression.
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.)
*Later dude, see you around.*
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're right. I shouldn't have to, but I will if necessary." She is silent for a while again. "The important thing is that however they try to hurt us, it'll heal with time."
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)
"If you say so, trust that I will remain by your side for the rest of eternity." He sighs, the black bile falling off of his bones, beginning to form something in front of him.
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.)
She chuckles a bit. "Thank you. I think this new form might be one of my best works yet." She replies, setting down her brushes and stepping a bit away from the canvas towards him, carried across the mangled slurry that is the shoreline on many, many arms. "How have you been?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I am getting sent home from work. Im the only one here and y boss doesn't want me to be here alone so he said for me to take the rest of the day off.*
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