She gives him a kiss before getting up, going to her desk, “I’ve got some work I’ve got to do. If that’s okay.”
She holds one of their fingers, “We can go back to your place if you want. It’s okay.”
“So can I touch ya now?” She asks, not reaching out a hand towards them yet, “Not goin’ ta make ya be nice.”
"Can I sit with you?..."
"Sure, this is.. a bit cramped." he smiles weakly
"I.. depends."
She nods, smiling villainously “Of course you can.”
She helps pull them up, though not by much, going back to the door.
“Depends on what? Come on, give me a hint at least.”
he smiles and waits for her to sit down. When she does, he crawls into her lap
He squeezes out again and waits for her
"the kind of touch, and where. I'm usually loath for contact."
She looks down at them, before running a nail along their back rhythmically as she works.
She grabs some of her clothes, more than she needs at the moment, taking them out with her.
“Where is available? An’ don’t worry, it ain’t gonna be nothin’ ya’ll hate.”
*love the difference between ya'll and y'all*
He chirps, hind kicking a bit. he watches her work
He offers to carry her before leading/taking her back to his house
"...arm." he says, holding out his left hand.
*I had to think about it for a second.*
She holds out a vial to them, “Babe? Could you drink this and tell me what happens?”
She definitely would prefer being carried, so tiny in his massive arms.
She puts out a hand, running a finger along their shoulder to their hand, before smiling.
He shrugs and takes it, knocking it back.
He holds her in his massive paw, belongings and all, all the way to his house
He smiles meakly
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He plays a few more notes, like the beginning of the solo, before chuckling. It's still not clear exactly where he is. "Care for a lesson?"
He sits back down at the base of a tree, “I could always be better, why not, but how about you reveal yourself first?” He offers, one hand tapping the sheath of his blade, attempting to sense where they are.
"Of course." The voice comes from the other side of the tree. "I've been a teacher for decades. Music, art, history, and theology are my favorites, and that's quite a few favorites, wouldn't you agree?"
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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 plays a few more notes, like the beginning of the solo, before chuckling. It's still not clear exactly where he is. "Care for a lesson?"
He sits back down at the base of a tree, “I could always be better, why not, but how about you reveal yourself first?” He offers, one hand tapping the sheath of his blade, attempting to sense where they are.
"Of course." The voice comes from the other side of the tree. "I've been a teacher for decades. Music, art, history, and theology are my favorites, and that's quite a few favorites, wouldn't you agree?"
“I wouldn’t know, I’ve only been around for a little over two, just a wandering musician am I. It would be an honor to learn from someone with so much experience, but something tells me you are more than simply a teacher, would that be true?”
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?"
She walks over and casts Cure Wounds to try to mend his broken arm (12 HP restored)- she doesn't hear that last part. "All right. I won't stray too far." She walks over to the open door, opening it slightly more to get a better look at what's inside. The door creaks loudly as it opens, and she jumps back a bit at the sound.
"...I promise I will." It responds, looking back down at him, fear in its nonexistent expression.
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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?"
She walks over and casts Cure Wounds to try to mend his broken arm (12 HP restored)- she doesn't hear that last part. "All right. I won't stray too far." She walks over to the open door, opening it slightly more to get a better look at what's inside. The door creaks loudly as it opens, and she jumps back a bit at the sound.
"...I promise I will." It responds, looking back down at him, fear in its nonexistent expression.
His arm snaps back into place but he still takes a little before coming to help them inside, walking instead of running as he doesn’t know where he’s going and doesn’t want to end up hurting himself, a little ways behind her.
He eventually separates from them, “Can we go back to the ship now?”
"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?"
It laughs a bit as well. "Oh, right- of course. I am Helianth- something of a sorcerer and, rather recently, something of a deity. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Atticus."
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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)
She walks over and casts Cure Wounds to try to mend his broken arm (12 HP restored)- she doesn't hear that last part. "All right. I won't stray too far." She walks over to the open door, opening it slightly more to get a better look at what's inside. The door creaks loudly as it opens, and she jumps back a bit at the sound.
"...I promise I will." It responds, looking back down at him, fear in its nonexistent expression.
His arm snaps back into place but he still takes a little before coming to help them inside, walking instead of running as he doesn’t know where he’s going and doesn’t want to end up hurting himself, a little ways behind her.
He eventually separates from them, “Can we go back to the ship now?”
She knocks on the door. "Hello?" She calls out. No response. There doesn't seem to be anyone else here. The lights flicker every so often, and papers are scattered across the floor. A few pictures of the night sky- assumedly from some kind of telescope- hang at off angles on the wall, as if someone brushed past them and never bothered to fix them. She looks back at Top for a second, as if unsure what to do.
It nods in response, starting to head back to the ship alongside him. (Good place to end?)
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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)
"Of course." The voice comes from the other side of the tree. "I've been a teacher for decades. Music, art, history, and theology are my favorites, and that's quite a few favorites, wouldn't you agree?"
“I wouldn’t know, I’ve only been around for a little over two, just a wandering musician am I. It would be an honor to learn from someone with so much experience, but something tells me you are more than simply a teacher, would that be true?”
"It depends on what you consider 'more.' I am a former terrorist, if that counts. But you've only been around for two years? That's crazy. You're so articulate!"
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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.
"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."
"Yet you are still angry... angry at the world. Creation.. I love you, why do you hate me? I have made your lineages and many others, I have crafted with my own blood and bones your bodies, and yet you still hate me like all the others. You see me as some distant parent but I have never, ever been that. I have watched you grow even if I wasn't there, I have blossomed tree's and fruits from my corpse to feed you, I have done so much in return for nothing and yet you would ripe out my throat..."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"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?"
It laughs a bit as well. "Oh, right- of course. I am Helianth- something of a sorcerer and, rather recently, something of a deity. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Atticus."
"Helianth... That's a nice name. What does it mean, if I might ask?"
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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.
"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?"
It laughs a bit as well. "Oh, right- of course. I am Helianth- something of a sorcerer and, rather recently, something of a deity. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Atticus."
"Helianth... That's a nice name. What does it mean, if I might ask?"
"It was derived from Helianthus, the genus of sunflowers- my 'creator' left soon after I gained sapience, so I found a name myself. At the time, I simply chose a name for ease of communication, but since then, I've grown somewhat attached to it."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
All of his fur begins to slowly change color, though it has no other effect.
She lets herself be held in the palm of their hand, enjoying the feeling, the safety.
She takes their hand, “Ya’ve got such a pretty smile.”
He notes the effect, confused
He enters his home and lays out on his massive bed, setting her down beside it so she can settle in.
"Oh, really?..." he laughs a bit
*eeek theyre adorable*
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"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."
"Yet you are still angry... angry at the world. Creation.. I love you, why do you hate me? I have made your lineages and many others, I have crafted with my own blood and bones your bodies, and yet you still hate me like all the others. You see me as some distant parent but I have never, ever been that. I have watched you grow even if I wasn't there, I have blossomed trees and fruits from my corpse to feed you, I have done so much in return for nothing and yet you would rip out my throat..."
"I don't hate you." He puts a paw to the god's 'cheek.' "I just don't care about your creations. I know the two things are difficult to differentiate, since ones art is often considered and extension of oneself, but I think you'll over it in time."
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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.
All of his fur begins to slowly change color, though it has no other effect.
She lets herself be held in the palm of their hand, enjoying the feeling, the safety.
She takes their hand, “Ya’ve got such a pretty smile.”
He notes the effect, confused
He enters his home and lays out on his massive bed, setting her down beside it so she can settle in.
"Oh, really?..." he laughs a bit
*eeek theyre adorable*
She begins to write something down, “Hmm, that’s new.”
She puts down her extra clothes next to the bed, before lying down in the massive covers, very comfortable, “Thank you.”
She pulls them closer, “Ya should sit next ta me, let Sandstorm an’ Dexter play while we talk?”
"I feel pretty." he chuckles
"You're very welcome. would you like to lay on me?"
"sure, I suppose." he nods and moves to sit next to her, Dexter coalescing and giggling
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He shrugs and takes it, knocking it back.
He holds her in his massive paw, belongings and all, all the way to his house
He smiles meakly
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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
*Cut for Salem.*
All of his fur begins to slowly change color, though it has no other effect.
She lets herself be held in the palm of their hand, enjoying the feeling, the safety.
She takes their hand, “Ya’ve got such a pretty smile.”
"Of course." The voice comes from the other side of the tree. "I've been a teacher for decades. Music, art, history, and theology are my favorites, and that's quite a few favorites, wouldn't you agree?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I wouldn’t know, I’ve only been around for a little over two, just a wandering musician am I. It would be an honor to learn from someone with so much experience, but something tells me you are more than simply a teacher, would that be true?”
Drilin is chilling in the town square
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
She walks over and casts Cure Wounds to try to mend his broken arm (12 HP restored)- she doesn't hear that last part. "All right. I won't stray too far." She walks over to the open door, opening it slightly more to get a better look at what's inside. The door creaks loudly as it opens, and she jumps back a bit at the sound.
"...I promise I will." It responds, looking back down at him, fear in its nonexistent expression.
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)
His arm snaps back into place but he still takes a little before coming to help them inside, walking instead of running as he doesn’t know where he’s going and doesn’t want to end up hurting himself, a little ways behind her.
He eventually separates from them, “Can we go back to the ship now?”
It laughs a bit as well. "Oh, right- of course. I am Helianth- something of a sorcerer and, rather recently, something of a deity. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Atticus."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She knocks on the door. "Hello?" She calls out. No response. There doesn't seem to be anyone else here. The lights flicker every so often, and papers are scattered across the floor. A few pictures of the night sky- assumedly from some kind of telescope- hang at off angles on the wall, as if someone brushed past them and never bothered to fix them. She looks back at Top for a second, as if unsure what to do.
It nods in response, starting to head back to the ship alongside him. (Good place to end?)
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 depends on what you consider 'more.' I am a former terrorist, if that counts. But you've only been around for two years? That's crazy. You're so articulate!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Yet you are still angry... angry at the world. Creation.. I love you, why do you hate me? I have made your lineages and many others, I have crafted with my own blood and bones your bodies, and yet you still hate me like all the others. You see me as some distant parent but I have never, ever been that. I have watched you grow even if I wasn't there, I have blossomed tree's and fruits from my corpse to feed you, I have done so much in return for nothing and yet you would ripe out my throat..."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Helianth... That's a nice name. What does it mean, if I might ask?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"It was derived from Helianthus, the genus of sunflowers- my 'creator' left soon after I gained sapience, so I found a name myself. At the time, I simply chose a name for ease of communication, but since then, I've grown somewhat attached to it."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I am sorry, but I am back now, if anyone is here with me.*
He notes the effect, confused
He enters his home and lays out on his massive bed, setting her down beside it so she can settle in.
"Oh, really?..." he laughs a bit
*eeek theyre adorable*
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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 don't hate you." He puts a paw to the god's 'cheek.' "I just don't care about your creations. I know the two things are difficult to differentiate, since ones art is often considered and extension of oneself, but I think you'll over it in time."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She begins to write something down, “Hmm, that’s new.”
She puts down her extra clothes next to the bed, before lying down in the massive covers, very comfortable, “Thank you.”
She pulls them closer, “Ya should sit next ta me, let Sandstorm an’ Dexter play while we talk?”
*Oh and does anyone wanna rp?*
*I'm still up to continue with what we were doing before, if you'd like. It should be just a bit further up this page.*
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 feel pretty." he chuckles
"You're very welcome. would you like to lay on me?"
"sure, I suppose." he nods and moves to sit next to her, Dexter coalescing and giggling
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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