*I'm sorry for leaving again, but I am back if anyone wants to rp, I am able to again now.*
*I would be happy to RP with you! I just introed the Lunch Lord, and he's starting out pretty evil.*
*Hello Baalze, I don't know who I would use to interact with the Lunch Lord, for which I am sorry.*
*How about Uzui?*
*If you're sure you want him.*
Uzui has noticed the new presence, and for the first time since he's arrived, feels shook by the sheer evil felt within the presence. He stands in the forest, feeling defensive.
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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 nods, the Cupcake Construct hugging back. It seems to be almost immune to any damage it should be receiving. "Anything to help a student. You have much to learn, and much to give to this world. I'm all for eating, but you seemed to have it a bit bad. And to be honest? I would have accepted your offer had you just said 'please.' But the star is a nice replacement."
"And here I was beginning to think I had things figured out." It chuckles a bit to itself. "I cannot thank you enough... If I may ask, what is it you plan to do with my curse?"
"Well, I always wondered if I could get the rich to eat each other..." He chuckles the same. "But of course, war machines aren't a bad move either. Not for assault, I do that on my own. Constructs are too... what's the word? Sloppy. Too many bodies, too much noise. If I want someone dead, I kill them myself unless someone actually wants to join me."
"I see... I suppose it makes sense that so foul a curse is only good for destruction." It responds. "Even so, I believe it is better for you to use it than it remaining within me. Such ferocious hunger... I shudder at the thought of what it would have done to me."
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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 Carrion... the creator of flesh.." It says, grasping its cloak around its body "You vaguely haunt my memory.. Who're you?"
"I am The Architect, though I also go by my more informal name- KK." She responds, her mask shifting to a smiling visage.
"A pleasure to meet you, both as the Architect and as KK." It bows, its bones creaking as it does.
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance as well, Carrion." She bows as well, her joints faintly creaking like those of a marionette. "You said I vaguely haunted your memory. How did you first know of me?"
"I know everyone to some degree but my memories are always vague. I blame my sleep on that," he said, wringing its hands
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Those who create pain without reason are animals. Why on earth would I care for the life of an animal? There are so many of them, after all. Man is no sacred creature." He speaks in a lecturing tone, returning to his circling movements.
"They are all sacred, at least to me they are.." He says, his teeth clicking "You may think one way but I think another."
"The world at large seems to disagree with you. We die of plague and abuse and overwork and starvation and parasites like any creature. No, not like any creature. We're worse. We push each other to the brink, causing so, so much suffering because we are simply blind to the fact that there are other human beings under our shoes. No other animal does that. No other animal hunts for sport, let alone their own kind." He shakes his head. "And who the hell are you to disagree? The absentee father? The cruel ghost? The naive son?"
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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.
Uzui has noticed the new presence, and for the first time since he's arrived, feels shook by the sheer evil felt within the presence. He stands in the forest, feeling defensive.
He hears the strumming of an electric guitar nearby. The presence is nearly overwhelming.
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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.
"Those who create pain without reason are animals. Why on earth would I care for the life of an animal? There are so many of them, after all. Man is no sacred creature." He speaks in a lecturing tone, returning to his circling movements.
"They are all sacred, at least to me they are.." He says, his teeth clicking "You may think one way but I think another."
"The world at large seems to disagree with you. We die of plague and abuse and overwork and starvation and parasites like any creature. No, not like any creature. We're worse. We push each other to the brink, causing so, so much suffering because we are simply blind to the fact that there are other human beings under our shoes. No other animal does that. No other animal hunts for sport, let alone their own kind." He shakes his head. "And who the hell are you to disagree? The absentee father? The cruel ghost? The naive son?"
"I love all of them, even if my sleep deep underground I loved all of them. Each little cosmic creation all were so special to me..." He says softly "Like I said, you may believe what you wish but I will disagree. You smell of rage, of hate, of anger that could light millions of forges. What happened to you that you became this way?" he asked, no so much confrontational but concerned.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Uzui has noticed the new presence, and for the first time since he's arrived, feels shook by the sheer evil felt within the presence. He stands in the forest, feeling defensive.
He hears the strumming of an electric guitar nearby. The presence is nearly overwhelming.
He takes out his Roan, beginning to counterplay with the guitar, though it may be considered a challenge, strumming his string as he feels the being. He begins to approach.
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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.'
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"Well, I always wondered if I could get the rich to eat each other..." He chuckles the same. "But of course, war machines aren't a bad move either. Not for assault, I do that on my own. Constructs are too... what's the word? Sloppy. Too many bodies, too much noise. If I want someone dead, I kill them myself unless someone actually wants to join me."
"I see... I suppose it makes sense that so foul a curse is only good for destruction." It responds. "Even so, I believe it is better for you to use it than it remaining within me. Such ferocious hunger... I shudder at the thought of what it would have done to me."
"I am inclined to shudder with you. There might not have been a world for me to reawaken to... although that might have been better for everyone involved." He laughs again. "Thank you for such a fine gift. After a couple tests, I think it will make a superb deterrent. What is your name, by the way?"
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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.
*Ah, one of my best friends, I've missed you dearly.*
*i'm here and feeling better. sorry about my cyvus-like behavior yesterday*
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She chuckles a bit to herself. "I just want to be prepared for any scenario. I mean, we're going to an observatory we've never heard of before that's miles from here and possibly up in the mountains- I'd rather we be over-prepared than under-prepared."
It looks down at the ichor staining its hands, silent for a long while, shaking slightly in fear. "...I'm... I'm so sorry, Tim..." It stutters, moving slightly away from him, scared of itself.
He sits down and waits for them to finish up, "Oh, and if you want to get there fast you're going to have to climb onto my back, that or I could princess carry you the whole way there. Either one if fine with me."
Tim grabs them by one of the tendril like legs so they cant run away, looking back up to them, wiping away the blood that flows from their nose "D-don't go... I... I wanna help still... I don't know if I can, but I wanna try."
"Oh, right... Hold on a second." She rustles through the bag, taking out a few of the supplies so it's not ridiculously overstuffed. "There we go- now it shouldn't be too much to carry. Don't worry, I still kept the essentials. Oh, and either way is fine with me as well." She continues, slinging the bag over her shoulder.
It stops, silent for a long while. "...Okay... I won't go, then..." It moves back to beside him. "I just... you're the only kid I've ever had... I don't wan't to hurt you... I don't want it to hurt you."
*Again, no apologies are necessary. Here you go!*
He walks back over to them, picking them up, Princess carry style and speeding off like a lightning bolt, turning corners quickly and getting them out of the Orphanage beginning to run them towards the Observatory, his feet moving so fast they are both a blur, occasionally, he looks down at them in his arms.
They nod, crawling up the side of them, clinging to them as much as they can, looking up at them, "It's... it's okay... I just want you to be better... you'll end up being better... I promise..." They are still crying.
Even at Top's ludicrous speed, it takes them about an hour to reach the Observatory- a large building, perched on a plateau's edge in the mountains. Part of the building seems to be designed more like a house than a research station- living quarters for whoever works here, probably. The lights are on inside, but the door is ajar. There doesn't seem to be anyone there from what can be heard from outside. Omori hops down from his arms, looking over the building curiously. "Alright, I think this is it. Thank you, Top. Now, let's find our answers."
It gently wraps its arms around them, holding him for as long as he needs. "...I will get better... I promise you that."
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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)
Even at Top's ludicrous speed, it takes them about an hour to reach the Observatory- a large building, perched on a plateau's edge in the mountains. Part of the building seems to be designed more like a house than a research station- living quarters for whoever works here, probably. The lights are on inside, but the door is ajar. There doesn't seem to be anyone there from what can be heard from outside. Omori hops down from his arms, looking over the building curiously. "Alright, I think this is it. Thank you, Top. Now, let's find our answers."
It gently wraps its arms around them, holding him for as long as he needs. "...I will get better... I promise you that."
He stops in front of the building, a loud crack being heard as his arm breaks so he can stop. He shuts his mouth as not to scream out in pain, before beginning to pant, tired from the long run "You go ahead... I... need a second... usually don't run... that long... also might be in love with you." He whispers the last part, cracking his neck with his working hand.
They just continue to vent their emotions for a while before looking up "If it happens again... do you promise you'll give up your powers with the magic I used?"
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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.'
*Ah, one of my best friends, I've missed you dearly.*
*i'm here and feeling better. sorry about my cyvus-like behavior yesterday*
*You should be sorry, I love you, take care of yourself. (Huggles) Wanna rp?*
*yeah, I'll grab it*
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She shakes her head, while their mouth is opening providing the proper dosage of medicine, “Your doctor girlfriend.”
She nods, opening the door for them, though staying behind it, barely big enough for them.
“That ain’t nothin’ new, I had some real interestin’ places I’ve lived in befer. Now how ‘bout ya lead the way.”
He swallows it, blinking. "I see."
He squeezes through and finds a space large enough for him to lay down on the ground.
"This way." he takes them the way opposite the one he was facing.
She helps them to sit up and waits for the effect to kick in.
There aren’t many places, next to her bed is the largest, this is a goblin’s apartment after all.
She skips after them, happy to follow and probably not get murdered, humming to herself.
"Oh, paracelcus, when did you get here?"
He chuckles nervously. "I... did not think this through..."
She takes her to his upper layer of his shipping container, decently sized and fitted with, all though all of it's tiny, a sitting area, bedroom, and a kitchen
“You didn’t take your meds, and now I’m mad at you.” She kisses them on the cheek.
She continues to stand behind the door, chuckling nervously with them “I guess you didn’t… why did you come so soon?”
She walks over to the sitting area, Sandstorm following as she sits down on one of the chairs, crossing her legs, “Ain’t this place nice?”
"You're supposed to remind me."
"I... I just felt like it was the right thing to do.."
"it's the optimal Traveling Space." he sits across from her, Dexter petting sandstorm if it lets them.
She thinks about it for a moment before smiling “I’m not longer mad at you, I’m sorry.”
She doesn’t know how to react to that, “… I thought you needed time to think…?”
She smiles at them, and Sandstorm definitely lets them “Why can’t I touch ya? Ya got some special power that makes ya untouchable?”
"I see, well thank you." he hugs her.
"I... I did think, and... I owe it to you and to myself to... actually try.. I cant ignore that.. I feel something for you."
"The majority of my humanity is gone, I am mostly Nightmare now, and can become intangible at will."
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"The world at large seems to disagree with you. We die of plague and abuse and overwork and starvation and parasites like any creature. No, not like any creature. We're worse. We push each other to the brink, causing so, so much suffering because we are simply blind to the fact that there are other human beings under our shoes. No other animal does that. No other animal hunts for sport, let alone their own kind." He shakes his head. "And who the hell are you to disagree? The absentee father? The cruel ghost? The naive son?"
"I love all of them, even if my sleep deep underground I loved all of them. Each little cosmic creation all were so special to me..." He says softly "Like I said, you may believe what you wish but I will disagree. You smell of rage, of hate, of anger that could light millions of forges. What happened to you that you became this way?" he asked, no so much confrontational but concerned.
"All it takes to get someone like me is a little bit of bad luck, a few people doing what they think is best, and an army of witless zealots. I am an educator, and I have been educated. Enlightened by sheer random chance. But you want specifics. My family loves me. They are all doing well, even to this day. I have not suffered any major losses, other than my dog which passed away from a fungal infection. I was born a slave and drafted to the great war. I made it out unharmed, and did not lose any friends or close comrades. I became a teacher. I learned how to Rock and Roll, cook, and clean in my free time. I briefly tried my hand at politics. I killed 1,800 people with constructs and zombified most of those who fell."
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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.
He hears the strumming of an electric guitar nearby. The presence is nearly overwhelming.
He takes out his Roan, beginning to counterplay with the guitar, though it may be considered a challenge, strumming his string as he feels the being. He begins to approach.
The volume suddenly rises beyond what a normal guitar could reach as Atticus plays a riff. The trees seem to burn of their own accord from the sound alone. "Now you try." He sounds calm, casual, even friendly.
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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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*If you're sure you want him.*
Uzui has noticed the new presence, and for the first time since he's arrived, feels shook by the sheer evil felt within the presence. He stands in the forest, feeling defensive.
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 see... I suppose it makes sense that so foul a curse is only good for destruction." It responds. "Even so, I believe it is better for you to use it than it remaining within me. Such ferocious hunger... I shudder at the thought of what it would have done to me."
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 know everyone to some degree but my memories are always vague. I blame my sleep on that," he said, wringing its hands
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"The world at large seems to disagree with you. We die of plague and abuse and overwork and starvation and parasites like any creature. No, not like any creature. We're worse. We push each other to the brink, causing so, so much suffering because we are simply blind to the fact that there are other human beings under our shoes. No other animal does that. No other animal hunts for sport, let alone their own kind." He shakes his head. "And who the hell are you to disagree? The absentee father? The cruel ghost? The naive son?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He hears the strumming of an electric guitar nearby. The presence is nearly overwhelming.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I love all of them, even if my sleep deep underground I loved all of them. Each little cosmic creation all were so special to me..." He says softly "Like I said, you may believe what you wish but I will disagree. You smell of rage, of hate, of anger that could light millions of forges. What happened to you that you became this way?" he asked, no so much confrontational but concerned.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He takes out his Roan, beginning to counterplay with the guitar, though it may be considered a challenge, strumming his string as he feels the being. He begins to approach.
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 am here, blessed be the fox*
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YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
"I am inclined to shudder with you. There might not have been a world for me to reawaken to... although that might have been better for everyone involved." He laughs again. "Thank you for such a fine gift. After a couple tests, I think it will make a superb deterrent. What is your name, by the way?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Ah, one of my best friends, I've missed you dearly.*
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.)
*Hey y'all, I'll be back in an hour or two. I need to head to the grocery store.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*i'm here and feeling better. sorry about my cyvus-like behavior yesterday*
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YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*See you around, I hope we can rp when you get back.*
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.)
Even at Top's ludicrous speed, it takes them about an hour to reach the Observatory- a large building, perched on a plateau's edge in the mountains. Part of the building seems to be designed more like a house than a research station- living quarters for whoever works here, probably. The lights are on inside, but the door is ajar. There doesn't seem to be anyone there from what can be heard from outside.
Omori hops down from his arms, looking over the building curiously. "Alright, I think this is it. Thank you, Top. Now, let's find our answers."
It gently wraps its arms around them, holding him for as long as he needs. "...I will get better... I promise you that."
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)
*You should be sorry, I love you, take care of yourself. (Huggles) Wanna rp?*
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 stops in front of the building, a loud crack being heard as his arm breaks so he can stop. He shuts his mouth as not to scream out in pain, before beginning to pant, tired from the long run "You go ahead... I... need a second... usually don't run... that long... also might be in love with you." He whispers the last part, cracking his neck with his working hand.
They just continue to vent their emotions for a while before looking up "If it happens again... do you promise you'll give up your powers with the magic I used?"
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.)
*yeah, I'll grab it*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
"All it takes to get someone like me is a little bit of bad luck, a few people doing what they think is best, and an army of witless zealots. I am an educator, and I have been educated. Enlightened by sheer random chance. But you want specifics. My family loves me. They are all doing well, even to this day. I have not suffered any major losses, other than my dog which passed away from a fungal infection. I was born a slave and drafted to the great war. I made it out unharmed, and did not lose any friends or close comrades. I became a teacher. I learned how to Rock and Roll, cook, and clean in my free time. I briefly tried my hand at politics. I killed 1,800 people with constructs and zombified most of those who fell."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The volume suddenly rises beyond what a normal guitar could reach as Atticus plays a riff. The trees seem to burn of their own accord from the sound alone. "Now you try." He sounds calm, casual, even friendly.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.