She puts her hands on their face, “Don’t say that, okay?”
She doesn’t break, a clawed hand grabbing them by the ear “Stop fightin’. Stop givin’ up.”
She looks down at them, kneeling “Oh, it’s ya!”
"I'm being honest, Camilla. I'm just a friendly guy, I have no idea what draws you to me."
"I.. I'm ashamed! I-I-I-I've never had a regret before, and now... I have one and it's one of the worst ones anybody could make.. I'm a warrior, I'm not supposed to regret choices."
Dexter coos, smiling and waving like a child does.
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He finishes his lobster and slowly drains his drink, putting it to his agape maw, the glass becoming empty and covered in that goo, “Dear, may I see what is behind your mask?”
He shakes his head, “My help isn’t done yet, I still need to take you to that observatory. I’ll get you there in back in time for bed, promise.” He says with a smile, getting out of his chair, “You should rest, you were tired, you probably still are tired.”
*Sorry about the delay*
"I don't know if there is anything behind the mask really. I never tried removing it... but yes, you may." She places two hands on her mask, slowly pulling it off with a sound of what sounds like tearing flesh. When the mask is removed, the inside of it is completely stained with inky ichor, and it reveals her true 'face'. A shifting mass of inky darkness engulfed in a cloud of shadowy miasma, inside of which six tiny green motes of light in a familiar configuration can faintly be seen.
"Yeah, I am. Good idea." She sits back on the bed. "Once I'm awake enough to actually go exploring, we'll go to the observatory and get our answers."
*That's alright- take your time! Here ya go!*
He gets as close as he can, attempting to analyze the face, not in a judging way, purely curious about what it represents, thinking about KK as a whole, everything he knows about her as he does, his face reflecively almost identical reflecting theirs, “Hmm.”
“Yeah, and that’ll probably be tomorrow. That was fun, talking to a star protector, I didn’t know your mom was so famous.” He laughs.
The tiny 'eyes' within the miasma watch him as well- aside from the eyes, it's hard to discern any details at all in the darkness, assuming there is anything else there at all. "I've never seen what my face looks like under the mask..." She mutters, watching as his face reflexively shifts to match her own. "...Is that what I look like?"
She laughs as well. "Yeah, that was awesome. I honestly didn't know if it would work, of if I'd be strong enough to do that." She responds.
“Yes, your skin is like my own, featureless except for one key detail, for me my mouth, for you your eyes. It’s… well it’s you, and that’s beautiful.” He puts his forehead to hers, “I wonder why we were changed to be this way, what it may mean, that perfection is featureless?”
“I knew you’d be strong enough, you’re one of the strongest people I know, and I know Victor!” He leans back in his chair, smiling as much as a bird can.
There isn't really a forehead there- his head just passes through the space where it should be, looking deeper into the abyss. The inky darkness is similar to the one wreathed around his skeleton, though rather than liquid, it's more of a miasma. "I don't quite understand it either." She starts- it almost sounds like her voice is coming from all around him at once. "I'm sure we'll figure it out, though. We have eternity, after all."
"Really? I didn't think I was that strong at all... though, I guess in a place like this where gods and demons and otherworldly beings are so common, it's hard to discern what counts as strength." She responds, a wide grin on her face as she looks up at the small handful of glow-in-the-dark star stickers on the ceiling.
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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 finishes his lobster and slowly drains his drink, putting it to his agape maw, the glass becoming empty and covered in that goo, “Dear, may I see what is behind your mask?”
He shakes his head, “My help isn’t done yet, I still need to take you to that observatory. I’ll get you there in back in time for bed, promise.” He says with a smile, getting out of his chair, “You should rest, you were tired, you probably still are tired.”
*Sorry about the delay*
"I don't know if there is anything behind the mask really. I never tried removing it... but yes, you may." She places two hands on her mask, slowly pulling it off with a sound of what sounds like tearing flesh. When the mask is removed, the inside of it is completely stained with inky ichor, and it reveals her true 'face'. A shifting mass of inky darkness engulfed in a cloud of shadowy miasma, inside of which six tiny green motes of light in a familiar configuration can faintly be seen.
"Yeah, I am. Good idea." She sits back on the bed. "Once I'm awake enough to actually go exploring, we'll go to the observatory and get our answers."
*That's alright- take your time! Here ya go!*
He gets as close as he can, attempting to analyze the face, not in a judging way, purely curious about what it represents, thinking about KK as a whole, everything he knows about her as he does, his face reflecively almost identical reflecting theirs, “Hmm.”
“Yeah, and that’ll probably be tomorrow. That was fun, talking to a star protector, I didn’t know your mom was so famous.” He laughs.
The tiny 'eyes' within the miasma watch him as well- aside from the eyes, it's hard to discern any details at all in the darkness, assuming there is anything else there at all. "I've never seen what my face looks like under the mask..." She mutters, watching as his face reflexively shifts to match her own. "...Is that what I look like?"
She laughs as well. "Yeah, that was awesome. I honestly didn't know if it would work, of if I'd be strong enough to do that." She responds.
“Yes, your skin is like my own, featureless except for one key detail, for me my mouth, for you your eyes. It’s… well it’s you, and that’s beautiful.” He puts his forehead to hers, “I wonder why we were changed to be this way, what it may mean, that perfection is featureless?”
“I knew you’d be strong enough, you’re one of the strongest people I know, and I know Victor!” He leans back in his chair, smiling as much as a bird can.
There isn't really a forehead there- his head just passes through the space where it should be, looking deeper into the abyss. The inky darkness is similar to the one wreathed around his skeleton, though rather than liquid, it's more of a miasma. "I don't quite understand it either." She starts- it almost sounds like her voice is coming from all around him at once. "I'm sure we'll figure it out, though. We have eternity, after all."
"Really? I didn't think I was that strong at all... though, I guess in a place like this where gods and demons and otherworldly beings are so common, it's hard to discern what counts as strength." She responds, a wide grin on her face as she looks up at the small handful of glow-in-the-dark star stickers on the ceiling.
He pulls back out of the miasma, leaning back with his smile, “How devastatingly interesting, I am going to have to do more research at a later date, and well, ironic what that requires considering we are both no longer mortal.” He laughs to himself.
“I should probably go, you have to rest and so do I, and you probably don’t want me to stay, so I’ll be going, if that’s cool with you.”
She puts her hands on their face, “Don’t say that, okay?”
She doesn’t break, a clawed hand grabbing them by the ear “Stop fightin’. Stop givin’ up.”
She looks down at them, kneeling “Oh, it’s ya!”
"I'm being honest, Camilla. I'm just a friendly guy, I have no idea what draws you to me."
"I.. I'm ashamed! I-I-I-I've never had a regret before, and now... I have one and it's one of the worst ones anybody could make.. I'm a warrior, I'm not supposed to regret choices."
Dexter coos, smiling and waving like a child does.
“That doesn’t matter, whatever your appeal is, it drew me in, and I’m still stuck.”
“Yer allowed ta have regrets, everyone has regrets, I would’ve spent all the time I had with Annabelle if I could go back, but I can’t, so I regret. Ya never know what’ll happen.”
She leans down to smile at them, waving back, “Where’s River?”
She puts her hands on their face, “Don’t say that, okay?”
She doesn’t break, a clawed hand grabbing them by the ear “Stop fightin’. Stop givin’ up.”
She looks down at them, kneeling “Oh, it’s ya!”
"I'm being honest, Camilla. I'm just a friendly guy, I have no idea what draws you to me."
"I.. I'm ashamed! I-I-I-I've never had a regret before, and now... I have one and it's one of the worst ones anybody could make.. I'm a warrior, I'm not supposed to regret choices."
Dexter coos, smiling and waving like a child does.
“That doesn’t matter, whatever your appeal is, it drew me in, and I’m still stuck.”
“Yer allowed ta have regrets, everyone has regrets, I would’ve spent all the time I had with Annabelle if I could go back, but I can’t, so I regret. Ya never know what’ll happen.”
She leans down to smile at them, waving back, “Where’s River?”
"Well, thank you."
"I.. I cant take it."
"Unfortunately, never far." he says with a sigh as he coalesces.
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She puts her hands on their face, “Don’t say that, okay?”
She doesn’t break, a clawed hand grabbing them by the ear “Stop fightin’. Stop givin’ up.”
She looks down at them, kneeling “Oh, it’s ya!”
"I'm being honest, Camilla. I'm just a friendly guy, I have no idea what draws you to me."
"I.. I'm ashamed! I-I-I-I've never had a regret before, and now... I have one and it's one of the worst ones anybody could make.. I'm a warrior, I'm not supposed to regret choices."
Dexter coos, smiling and waving like a child does.
“That doesn’t matter, whatever your appeal is, it drew me in, and I’m still stuck.”
“Yer allowed ta have regrets, everyone has regrets, I would’ve spent all the time I had with Annabelle if I could go back, but I can’t, so I regret. Ya never know what’ll happen.”
She leans down to smile at them, waving back, “Where’s River?”
"Well, thank you."
"I.. I cant take it."
"Unfortunately, never far." he says with a sigh as he coalesces.
She gives him one more kiss, before hugging their face, “So… are we dating now?”
“Yer gonna have ta, cause I ain’t gonna let ya die until yer happy.”
She looks over to them and smiles, “Good ta see ya River, I was hopin’ I’d say ya.”
She puts her hands on their face, “Don’t say that, okay?”
She doesn’t break, a clawed hand grabbing them by the ear “Stop fightin’. Stop givin’ up.”
She looks down at them, kneeling “Oh, it’s ya!”
"I'm being honest, Camilla. I'm just a friendly guy, I have no idea what draws you to me."
"I.. I'm ashamed! I-I-I-I've never had a regret before, and now... I have one and it's one of the worst ones anybody could make.. I'm a warrior, I'm not supposed to regret choices."
Dexter coos, smiling and waving like a child does.
“That doesn’t matter, whatever your appeal is, it drew me in, and I’m still stuck.”
“Yer allowed ta have regrets, everyone has regrets, I would’ve spent all the time I had with Annabelle if I could go back, but I can’t, so I regret. Ya never know what’ll happen.”
She leans down to smile at them, waving back, “Where’s River?”
"Well, thank you."
"I.. I cant take it."
"Unfortunately, never far." he says with a sigh as he coalesces.
She gives him one more kiss, before hugging their face, “So… are we dating now?”
“Yer gonna have ta, cause I ain’t gonna let ya die until yer happy.”
She looks over to them and smiles, “Good ta see ya River, I was hopin’ I’d say ya.”
"I.. that's a little quick, huh?... I dont know yet.."
"Fine, i'm happy, fan-[GP]-splentastic."
"A pleasure, I suppose. Dexter, why have you come out this far?.."
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She puts her hands on their face, “Don’t say that, okay?”
She doesn’t break, a clawed hand grabbing them by the ear “Stop fightin’. Stop givin’ up.”
She looks down at them, kneeling “Oh, it’s ya!”
"I'm being honest, Camilla. I'm just a friendly guy, I have no idea what draws you to me."
"I.. I'm ashamed! I-I-I-I've never had a regret before, and now... I have one and it's one of the worst ones anybody could make.. I'm a warrior, I'm not supposed to regret choices."
Dexter coos, smiling and waving like a child does.
“That doesn’t matter, whatever your appeal is, it drew me in, and I’m still stuck.”
“Yer allowed ta have regrets, everyone has regrets, I would’ve spent all the time I had with Annabelle if I could go back, but I can’t, so I regret. Ya never know what’ll happen.”
She leans down to smile at them, waving back, “Where’s River?”
"Well, thank you."
"I.. I cant take it."
"Unfortunately, never far." he says with a sigh as he coalesces.
She gives him one more kiss, before hugging their face, “So… are we dating now?”
“Yer gonna have ta, cause I ain’t gonna let ya die until yer happy.”
She looks over to them and smiles, “Good ta see ya River, I was hopin’ I’d say ya.”
"I.. that's a little quick, huh?... I dont know yet.."
"Fine, i'm happy, fan-[GP]-splentastic."
"A pleasure, I suppose. Dexter, why have you come out this far?.."
She nods, a little sad, but understanding, “Yeah… I’m just… excited I suppose.”
She slaps him, “Oh shut it.” She continues walking them back to the orphanage.
“What do ya mean, ya suppose?” She picks up Dexter, holding them in her arms.
There isn't really a forehead there- his head just passes through the space where it should be, looking deeper into the abyss. The inky darkness is similar to the one wreathed around his skeleton, though rather than liquid, it's more of a miasma. "I don't quite understand it either." She starts- it almost sounds like her voice is coming from all around him at once. "I'm sure we'll figure it out, though. We have eternity, after all."
"Really? I didn't think I was that strong at all... though, I guess in a place like this where gods and demons and otherworldly beings are so common, it's hard to discern what counts as strength." She responds, a wide grin on her face as she looks up at the small handful of glow-in-the-dark star stickers on the ceiling.
He pulls back out of the miasma, leaning back with his smile, “How devastatingly interesting, I am going to have to do more research at a later date, and well, ironic what that requires considering we are both no longer mortal.” He laughs to himself.
“I should probably go, you have to rest and so do I, and you probably don’t want me to stay, so I’ll be going, if that’s cool with you.”
She laughs a bit as well, deciding to put her mask back on, the Artefact fitting back onto her face and almost fusing partway into the miasma. "Yes, it is rather ironic. We've all the time in the world to figure everything out." She takes another sip of her drink.
"...I mean, you can stay here for a little while if you want to." She responds. "If that's cool with you, of course."
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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)
There isn't really a forehead there- his head just passes through the space where it should be, looking deeper into the abyss. The inky darkness is similar to the one wreathed around his skeleton, though rather than liquid, it's more of a miasma. "I don't quite understand it either." She starts- it almost sounds like her voice is coming from all around him at once. "I'm sure we'll figure it out, though. We have eternity, after all."
"Really? I didn't think I was that strong at all... though, I guess in a place like this where gods and demons and otherworldly beings are so common, it's hard to discern what counts as strength." She responds, a wide grin on her face as she looks up at the small handful of glow-in-the-dark star stickers on the ceiling.
He pulls back out of the miasma, leaning back with his smile, “How devastatingly interesting, I am going to have to do more research at a later date, and well, ironic what that requires considering we are both no longer mortal.” He laughs to himself.
“I should probably go, you have to rest and so do I, and you probably don’t want me to stay, so I’ll be going, if that’s cool with you.”
She laughs a bit as well, deciding to put her mask back on, the Artefact fitting back onto her face and almost fusing partway into the miasma. "Yes, it is rather ironic. We've all the time in the world to figure everything out." She takes another sip of her drink.
"...I mean, you can stay here for a little while if you want to." She responds. "If that's cool with you, of course."
He finishes up his own drink, leaning back once more, sighing “Such is the way of things, maybe we do more research tomorrow. At the moment I simply feel like being with you, and I feel like doing nothing else… strange, we can’t much kiss anymore, and yet I wish to, cruel fate.”
He stops himself from standing up, looking back to them, “I mean… I could stay for a little bit, sure.” He sits back down.
She puts her hands on their face, “Don’t say that, okay?”
She doesn’t break, a clawed hand grabbing them by the ear “Stop fightin’. Stop givin’ up.”
She looks down at them, kneeling “Oh, it’s ya!”
"I'm being honest, Camilla. I'm just a friendly guy, I have no idea what draws you to me."
"I.. I'm ashamed! I-I-I-I've never had a regret before, and now... I have one and it's one of the worst ones anybody could make.. I'm a warrior, I'm not supposed to regret choices."
Dexter coos, smiling and waving like a child does.
“That doesn’t matter, whatever your appeal is, it drew me in, and I’m still stuck.”
“Yer allowed ta have regrets, everyone has regrets, I would’ve spent all the time I had with Annabelle if I could go back, but I can’t, so I regret. Ya never know what’ll happen.”
She leans down to smile at them, waving back, “Where’s River?”
"Well, thank you."
"I.. I cant take it."
"Unfortunately, never far." he says with a sigh as he coalesces.
She gives him one more kiss, before hugging their face, “So… are we dating now?”
“Yer gonna have ta, cause I ain’t gonna let ya die until yer happy.”
She looks over to them and smiles, “Good ta see ya River, I was hopin’ I’d say ya.”
"I.. that's a little quick, huh?... I dont know yet.."
"Fine, i'm happy, fan-[GP]-splentastic."
"A pleasure, I suppose. Dexter, why have you come out this far?.."
She nods, a little sad, but understanding, “Yeah… I’m just… excited I suppose.”
She slaps him, “Oh shut it.” She continues walking them back to the orphanage.
“What do ya mean, ya suppose?” She picks up Dexter, holding them in her arms.
"I.. need to think about this, I'm sorry.."
He periodically fights her again, clawing at her and himself
"Normally when I see nightmare holders for the second time, i'm killing them."
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There isn't really a forehead there- his head just passes through the space where it should be, looking deeper into the abyss. The inky darkness is similar to the one wreathed around his skeleton, though rather than liquid, it's more of a miasma. "I don't quite understand it either." She starts- it almost sounds like her voice is coming from all around him at once. "I'm sure we'll figure it out, though. We have eternity, after all."
"Really? I didn't think I was that strong at all... though, I guess in a place like this where gods and demons and otherworldly beings are so common, it's hard to discern what counts as strength." She responds, a wide grin on her face as she looks up at the small handful of glow-in-the-dark star stickers on the ceiling.
He pulls back out of the miasma, leaning back with his smile, “How devastatingly interesting, I am going to have to do more research at a later date, and well, ironic what that requires considering we are both no longer mortal.” He laughs to himself.
“I should probably go, you have to rest and so do I, and you probably don’t want me to stay, so I’ll be going, if that’s cool with you.”
She laughs a bit as well, deciding to put her mask back on, the Artefact fitting back onto her face and almost fusing partway into the miasma. "Yes, it is rather ironic. We've all the time in the world to figure everything out." She takes another sip of her drink.
"...I mean, you can stay here for a little while if you want to." She responds. "If that's cool with you, of course."
He finishes up his own drink, leaning back once more, sighing “Such is the way of things, maybe we do more research tomorrow. At the moment I simply feel like being with you, and I feel like doing nothing else… strange, we can’t much kiss anymore, and yet I wish to, cruel fate.”
He stops himself from standing up, looking back to them, “I mean… I could stay for a little bit, sure.” He sits back down.
"That sounds like a good idea. For now, though, I'm also happy just being in your company." She thinks about his last sentence, her mask shifting to a frowning visage for a second. "...You're right, we can't really. I mean, while I have the mask on we sort of can... but it's just not the same."
"Cool." She grabs her star charts, planning on looking through them and chatting with Top until she falls asleep again. "So, if I may ask, how did you end up joining the Roundtable?"
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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'll intro the Lunch Lord (Gummy Sukuna) tomorrow. His Gourmomancy specialty is a power called "Cockentrice," otherwise known as "Edible golems made of flesh and whatever else in the fridge and stitched into an absolute nightmare." Fun, right?*
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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.
She puts her hands on their face, “Don’t say that, okay?”
She doesn’t break, a clawed hand grabbing them by the ear “Stop fightin’. Stop givin’ up.”
She looks down at them, kneeling “Oh, it’s ya!”
"I'm being honest, Camilla. I'm just a friendly guy, I have no idea what draws you to me."
"I.. I'm ashamed! I-I-I-I've never had a regret before, and now... I have one and it's one of the worst ones anybody could make.. I'm a warrior, I'm not supposed to regret choices."
Dexter coos, smiling and waving like a child does.
“That doesn’t matter, whatever your appeal is, it drew me in, and I’m still stuck.”
“Yer allowed ta have regrets, everyone has regrets, I would’ve spent all the time I had with Annabelle if I could go back, but I can’t, so I regret. Ya never know what’ll happen.”
She leans down to smile at them, waving back, “Where’s River?”
"Well, thank you."
"I.. I cant take it."
"Unfortunately, never far." he says with a sigh as he coalesces.
She gives him one more kiss, before hugging their face, “So… are we dating now?”
“Yer gonna have ta, cause I ain’t gonna let ya die until yer happy.”
She looks over to them and smiles, “Good ta see ya River, I was hopin’ I’d say ya.”
"I.. that's a little quick, huh?... I dont know yet.."
"Fine, i'm happy, fan-[GP]-splentastic."
"A pleasure, I suppose. Dexter, why have you come out this far?.."
She nods, a little sad, but understanding, “Yeah… I’m just… excited I suppose.”
She slaps him, “Oh shut it.” She continues walking them back to the orphanage.
“What do ya mean, ya suppose?” She picks up Dexter, holding them in her arms.
"I.. need to think about this, I'm sorry.."
He periodically fights her again, clawing at her and himself
"Normally when I see nightmare holders for the second time, i'm killing them."
She nods, her face going blank as she stands up, “I’ll give you time to think, I should go.”
She lets them fight, but after clawing themselves she threatens to hurt him, just enough to stop him from fighting at all.
She tilts her head, a little concerned “But ya ain’t gonna kill me, are ya?”
There isn't really a forehead there- his head just passes through the space where it should be, looking deeper into the abyss. The inky darkness is similar to the one wreathed around his skeleton, though rather than liquid, it's more of a miasma. "I don't quite understand it either." She starts- it almost sounds like her voice is coming from all around him at once. "I'm sure we'll figure it out, though. We have eternity, after all."
"Really? I didn't think I was that strong at all... though, I guess in a place like this where gods and demons and otherworldly beings are so common, it's hard to discern what counts as strength." She responds, a wide grin on her face as she looks up at the small handful of glow-in-the-dark star stickers on the ceiling.
He pulls back out of the miasma, leaning back with his smile, “How devastatingly interesting, I am going to have to do more research at a later date, and well, ironic what that requires considering we are both no longer mortal.” He laughs to himself.
“I should probably go, you have to rest and so do I, and you probably don’t want me to stay, so I’ll be going, if that’s cool with you.”
She laughs a bit as well, deciding to put her mask back on, the Artefact fitting back onto her face and almost fusing partway into the miasma. "Yes, it is rather ironic. We've all the time in the world to figure everything out." She takes another sip of her drink.
"...I mean, you can stay here for a little while if you want to." She responds. "If that's cool with you, of course."
He finishes up his own drink, leaning back once more, sighing “Such is the way of things, maybe we do more research tomorrow. At the moment I simply feel like being with you, and I feel like doing nothing else… strange, we can’t much kiss anymore, and yet I wish to, cruel fate.”
He stops himself from standing up, looking back to them, “I mean… I could stay for a little bit, sure.” He sits back down.
"That sounds like a good idea. For now, though, I'm also happy just being in your company." She thinks about his last sentence, her mask shifting to a frowning visage for a second. "...You're right, we can't really. I mean, while I have the mask on we sort of can... but it's just not the same."
"Cool." She grabs her star charts, planning on looking through them and chatting with Top until she falls asleep again. "So, if I may ask, how did you end up joining the Roundtable?"
“There has to be some sort of compromise, and we will find that as well, though that I feel more like doing research now.” He says with a laugh, holding their hands before getting up, paying for their food.
“I was found by them while fighting a terrorist group that attacked my school, when you can run faster than most animals you get noticed I guess, especially when I have to break a bone to stop.” He shrugs, thinking about moving to sit on the bed with them.
She puts her hands on their face, “Don’t say that, okay?”
She doesn’t break, a clawed hand grabbing them by the ear “Stop fightin’. Stop givin’ up.”
She looks down at them, kneeling “Oh, it’s ya!”
"I'm being honest, Camilla. I'm just a friendly guy, I have no idea what draws you to me."
"I.. I'm ashamed! I-I-I-I've never had a regret before, and now... I have one and it's one of the worst ones anybody could make.. I'm a warrior, I'm not supposed to regret choices."
Dexter coos, smiling and waving like a child does.
“That doesn’t matter, whatever your appeal is, it drew me in, and I’m still stuck.”
“Yer allowed ta have regrets, everyone has regrets, I would’ve spent all the time I had with Annabelle if I could go back, but I can’t, so I regret. Ya never know what’ll happen.”
She leans down to smile at them, waving back, “Where’s River?”
"Well, thank you."
"I.. I cant take it."
"Unfortunately, never far." he says with a sigh as he coalesces.
She gives him one more kiss, before hugging their face, “So… are we dating now?”
“Yer gonna have ta, cause I ain’t gonna let ya die until yer happy.”
She looks over to them and smiles, “Good ta see ya River, I was hopin’ I’d say ya.”
"I.. that's a little quick, huh?... I dont know yet.."
"Fine, i'm happy, fan-[GP]-splentastic."
"A pleasure, I suppose. Dexter, why have you come out this far?.."
She nods, a little sad, but understanding, “Yeah… I’m just… excited I suppose.”
She slaps him, “Oh shut it.” She continues walking them back to the orphanage.
“What do ya mean, ya suppose?” She picks up Dexter, holding them in her arms.
"I.. need to think about this, I'm sorry.."
He periodically fights her again, clawing at her and himself
"Normally when I see nightmare holders for the second time, i'm killing them."
She nods, her face going blank as she stands up, “I’ll give you time to think, I should go.”
She lets them fight, but after clawing themselves she threatens to hurt him, just enough to stop him from fighting at all.
She tilts her head, a little concerned “But ya ain’t gonna kill me, are ya?”
"It's.. most likely yes, by the way.."
He sighs, dripping blood
"No, no reason to."
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She nods, taking her clipboard before beginning to walk back to her home.
She puts them down in their bed, “Leave again an’ I break yer legs, an’ if I ain’t here, Annabelle knows all her mother’s moves by heart.” She smiles, proud of her daughter.
She rocks the little nightmare, “Good, I’m a fast runner, an’ I ain’t get caught easy.”
She nods, taking her clipboard before beginning to walk back to her home.
She puts them down in their bed, “Leave again an’ I break yer legs, an’ if I ain’t here, Annabelle knows all her mother’s moves by heart.” She smiles, proud of her daughter.
She rocks the little nightmare, “Good, I’m a fast runner, an’ I ain’t get caught easy.”
*its alright.*
Dew sits there, pondering everything
"Yeah, I figured." he falls asleep pretty quickly
Dexter coos, red eyes blinking. "We've got your scent, no way you'd be getting away from us."
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*Cut for Salem.*
She puts her hands on their face, “Don’t say that, okay?”
She doesn’t break, a clawed hand grabbing them by the ear “Stop fightin’. Stop givin’ up.”
She looks down at them, kneeling “Oh, it’s ya!”
"I'm being honest, Camilla. I'm just a friendly guy, I have no idea what draws you to me."
"I.. I'm ashamed! I-I-I-I've never had a regret before, and now... I have one and it's one of the worst ones anybody could make.. I'm a warrior, I'm not supposed to regret choices."
Dexter coos, smiling and waving like a child does.
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There isn't really a forehead there- his head just passes through the space where it should be, looking deeper into the abyss. The inky darkness is similar to the one wreathed around his skeleton, though rather than liquid, it's more of a miasma. "I don't quite understand it either." She starts- it almost sounds like her voice is coming from all around him at once. "I'm sure we'll figure it out, though. We have eternity, after all."
"Really? I didn't think I was that strong at all... though, I guess in a place like this where gods and demons and otherworldly beings are so common, it's hard to discern what counts as strength." She responds, a wide grin on her face as she looks up at the small handful of glow-in-the-dark star stickers on the ceiling.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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He pulls back out of the miasma, leaning back with his smile, “How devastatingly interesting, I am going to have to do more research at a later date, and well, ironic what that requires considering we are both no longer mortal.” He laughs to himself.
“I should probably go, you have to rest and so do I, and you probably don’t want me to stay, so I’ll be going, if that’s cool with you.”
“That doesn’t matter, whatever your appeal is, it drew me in, and I’m still stuck.”
“Yer allowed ta have regrets, everyone has regrets, I would’ve spent all the time I had with Annabelle if I could go back, but I can’t, so I regret. Ya never know what’ll happen.”
She leans down to smile at them, waving back, “Where’s River?”
"Well, thank you."
"I.. I cant take it."
"Unfortunately, never far." he says with a sigh as he coalesces.
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She gives him one more kiss, before hugging their face, “So… are we dating now?”
“Yer gonna have ta, cause I ain’t gonna let ya die until yer happy.”
She looks over to them and smiles, “Good ta see ya River, I was hopin’ I’d say ya.”
"I.. that's a little quick, huh?... I dont know yet.."
"Fine, i'm happy, fan-[GP]-splentastic."
"A pleasure, I suppose. Dexter, why have you come out this far?.."
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She nods, a little sad, but understanding, “Yeah… I’m just… excited I suppose.”
She slaps him, “Oh shut it.” She continues walking them back to the orphanage.
“What do ya mean, ya suppose?” She picks up Dexter, holding them in her arms.
She laughs a bit as well, deciding to put her mask back on, the Artefact fitting back onto her face and almost fusing partway into the miasma. "Yes, it is rather ironic. We've all the time in the world to figure everything out." She takes another sip of her drink.
"...I mean, you can stay here for a little while if you want to." She responds. "If that's cool with you, of course."
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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He finishes up his own drink, leaning back once more, sighing “Such is the way of things, maybe we do more research tomorrow. At the moment I simply feel like being with you, and I feel like doing nothing else… strange, we can’t much kiss anymore, and yet I wish to, cruel fate.”
He stops himself from standing up, looking back to them, “I mean… I could stay for a little bit, sure.” He sits back down.
"I.. need to think about this, I'm sorry.."
He periodically fights her again, clawing at her and himself
"Normally when I see nightmare holders for the second time, i'm killing them."
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"That sounds like a good idea. For now, though, I'm also happy just being in your company." She thinks about his last sentence, her mask shifting to a frowning visage for a second. "...You're right, we can't really. I mean, while I have the mask on we sort of can... but it's just not the same."
"Cool." She grabs her star charts, planning on looking through them and chatting with Top until she falls asleep again. "So, if I may ask, how did you end up joining the Roundtable?"
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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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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She nods, her face going blank as she stands up, “I’ll give you time to think, I should go.”
She lets them fight, but after clawing themselves she threatens to hurt him, just enough to stop him from fighting at all.
She tilts her head, a little concerned “But ya ain’t gonna kill me, are ya?”
“There has to be some sort of compromise, and we will find that as well, though that I feel more like doing research now.” He says with a laugh, holding their hands before getting up, paying for their food.
“I was found by them while fighting a terrorist group that attacked my school, when you can run faster than most animals you get noticed I guess, especially when I have to break a bone to stop.” He shrugs, thinking about moving to sit on the bed with them.
"It's.. most likely yes, by the way.."
He sighs, dripping blood
"No, no reason to."
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*Cut for Salem, sorry for leaving.*
She nods, taking her clipboard before beginning to walk back to her home.
She puts them down in their bed, “Leave again an’ I break yer legs, an’ if I ain’t here, Annabelle knows all her mother’s moves by heart.” She smiles, proud of her daughter.
She rocks the little nightmare, “Good, I’m a fast runner, an’ I ain’t get caught easy.”
*its alright.*
Dew sits there, pondering everything
"Yeah, I figured." he falls asleep pretty quickly
Dexter coos, red eyes blinking. "We've got your scent, no way you'd be getting away from us."
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