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?)
*Yep, great place to end.*
He doesn’t know what to do either, but that doesn’t stop him. He takes a deep breath, “I’ll see you inside.” He takes a running stance before shooting straight up one of the walls of the observatory, looking to get in through somewhere up.
"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."
The move away from the touch "I simply do not see what you see... You are, most literally, my flesh and blood. You are my everything, just like them. Each and every one of them is special in their own lovely way and it's so beautiful." they rub their spindly hands together, their lidless eyes staring at the ground.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"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."
"Interesting! A simple name, but definitely a unique one. It suits you, too. I think you made a good choice there."
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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.
"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.
"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!"
He laughs, “You didn’t mention you were a comedian, over two decades, though if you are looking for child prodigies I’ve got a younger brother that fits the bill.” He says with a smile, continuing to play a little bit.
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
“You are very pretty, I’ll remember that for when it runs off.”
She thinks about it for a moment, before nodding silently, “Please.”
Sandstorm lovingly tackles them, licking their face as she feels on their arm, “So, I want ta know more about ya, if that’s okay.”
He giggles, leaning up to kiss her.
He moves the covers off of him a bit so she can come and lay on his chest.
Dexter runs around innocently. River chews his tongue. "I collect stuff."
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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?)
*Yep, great place to end.*
He doesn’t know what to do either, but that doesn’t stop him. He takes a deep breath, “I’ll see you inside.” He takes a running stance before shooting straight up one of the walls of the observatory, looking to get in through somewhere up.
"Alright, see you inside." She says to herself, walking inside and looking around.
Top can see that the aperture of the observatory's equatorial room is open, the giant telescope looking out into the cloudy grey sky above- he could definitely enter through there. There is also a door near the small rooftop patio, probably leading into the building's living quarters.
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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 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."
The move away from the touch "I simply do not see what you see... You are, most literally, my flesh and blood. You are my everything, just like them. Each and every one of them is special in their own lovely way and it's so beautiful." they rub their spindly hands together, their lidless eyes staring at the ground.
"Mmmm... not quite." He rips his own arm off, revealing it to be cake. "I've been processed to oblivion, then re-processed and re-processed until I became who I am today. You've seen what people do to flesh, haven't you? They've mechanized its rearrangement. It's destruction. Life is a burden in their eyes. Something that they begrudgingly care for despite all the pain it causes them. Fumigate. Render. Pulverize. Consume." He re-attaches his arm. "You claim you are hated, and you feel it isn't just... but I think you just have a limited understanding of the situation. I'm glad you've decided to investigate, though!"
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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 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?)
*Yep, great place to end.*
He doesn’t know what to do either, but that doesn’t stop him. He takes a deep breath, “I’ll see you inside.” He takes a running stance before shooting straight up one of the walls of the observatory, looking to get in through somewhere up.
"Alright, see you inside." She says to herself, walking inside and looking around.
Top can see that the aperture of the observatory's equatorial room is open, the giant telescope looking out into the cloudy grey sky above- he could definitely enter through there. There is also a door near the small rooftop patio, probably leading into the building's living quarters.
He climbs inside of the observatory where he can, before talking through the place, one of his fingers breaking because he stopped. He walks over to the door, or at least looks for it so he can get Omori inside.
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
“You are very pretty, I’ll remember that for when it runs off.”
She thinks about it for a moment, before nodding silently, “Please.”
Sandstorm lovingly tackles them, licking their face as she feels on their arm, “So, I want ta know more about ya, if that’s okay.”
He giggles, leaning up to kiss her.
He moves the covers off of him a bit so she can come and lay on his chest.
Dexter runs around innocently. River chews his tongue. "I collect stuff."
She kisses them back passionately, enjoying the taste of their mouth.
She climbs her way on like the lil gremlin she is, before getting close up with his face.
“An’ do ya mind tellin’ me what stuff would be? I’ll tell ya if ya tell me.”
He holds their face, pulling away and nuzzling their nose
He smiles, eyes sparking. "hi, there."
He reaches into himself and pulls out a few artifacts; some pitch black knives of different shapes and sizes; some rectangular stones that look lathed. He begins to explain passionately. "each Nightmare produces an artifact when killed, and some have Artes, or powers, that can be manifested physically. If you were to wear this stone, you could bring forth hell-fire."
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"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!"
He laughs, “You didn’t mention you were a comedian, over two decades, though if you are looking for child prodigies I’ve got a younger brother that fits the bill.” He says with a smile, continuing to play a little bit.
Atticus smiles and plays a couple chords, a short but complex melody. It sounds simple to an untrained ear, but any beginner who tries to play it would get a little shock. "I'd like to meet him sometime. Now, you seemed to show a tiny bit of hostility earlier. It wasn't a lot, but I just felt like I was making you uncomfortable. Can you be honest with me and tell me what the problem is?"
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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
“You are very pretty, I’ll remember that for when it runs off.”
She thinks about it for a moment, before nodding silently, “Please.”
Sandstorm lovingly tackles them, licking their face as she feels on their arm, “So, I want ta know more about ya, if that’s okay.”
He giggles, leaning up to kiss her.
He moves the covers off of him a bit so she can come and lay on his chest.
Dexter runs around innocently. River chews his tongue. "I collect stuff."
She kisses them back passionately, enjoying the taste of their mouth.
She climbs her way on like the lil gremlin she is, before getting close up with his face.
“An’ do ya mind tellin’ me what stuff would be? I’ll tell ya if ya tell me.”
He holds their face, pulling away and nuzzling their nose
He smiles, eyes sparking. "hi, there."
He reaches into himself and pulls out a few artifacts; some pitch black knives of different shapes and sizes; some rectangular stones that look lathed. He begins to explain passionately. "each Nightmare produces an artifact when killed, and some have Artes, or powers, that can be manifested physically. If you were to wear this stone, you could bring forth hell-fire."
She enjoys the nuzzles just as much, “You are so amazing Robin, even when you don’t remember me.”
She leans in close, before stopping herself from kissing them and just laying down.
She listens, entirely interested in all of it, and showing that interest as she rests her head on their shoulder, “I imagine ya won’t be givin’ that stone ta me, an’ ya kill ‘er get those artifacts another way?”
"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!"
He laughs, “You didn’t mention you were a comedian, over two decades, though if you are looking for child prodigies I’ve got a younger brother that fits the bill.” He says with a smile, continuing to play a little bit.
Atticus smiles and plays a couple chords, a short but complex melody. It sounds simple to an untrained ear, but any beginner who tries to play it would get a little shock. "I'd like to meet him sometime. Now, you seemed to show a tiny bit of hostility earlier. It wasn't a lot, but I just felt like I was making you uncomfortable. Can you be honest with me and tell me what the problem is?"
“I can sense you as much as I can hear you, and feeling the weight of your arrival all of a sudden just made me a little tease, I’ve encountered enemies before, and I was just hoping you weren’t one of those, the Jury’s still out.” He says with a chuckle, beginning to tune his Roan.
"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."
The move away from the touch "I simply do not see what you see... You are, most literally, my flesh and blood. You are my everything, just like them. Each and every one of them is special in their own lovely way and it's so beautiful." they rub their spindly hands together, their lidless eyes staring at the ground.
"Mmmm... not quite." He rips his own arm off, revealing it to be cake. "I've been processed to oblivion, then re-processed and re-processed until I became who I am today. You've seen what people do to flesh, haven't you? They've mechanized its rearrangement. It's destruction. Life is a burden in their eyes. Something that they begrudgingly care for despite all the pain it causes them. Fumigate. Render. Pulverize. Consume." He re-attaches his arm. "You claim you are hated, and you feel it isn't just... but I think you just have a limited understanding of the situation. I'm glad you've decided to investigate, though!"
"Investigate?.. I didn't want to be here. I was content with my death.. but my followers, they want me to ravage the material realm, turn everything back to nothingness." He says, clawing at his face, blood beading up like pearls "I don't want that. I love my creations.'
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He doesn’t know what to do either, but that doesn’t stop him. He takes a deep breath, “I’ll see you inside.” He takes a running stance before shooting straight up one of the walls of the observatory, looking to get in through somewhere up.
"Alright, see you inside." She says to herself, walking inside and looking around.
Top can see that the aperture of the observatory's equatorial room is open, the giant telescope looking out into the cloudy grey sky above- he could definitely enter through there. There is also a door near the small rooftop patio, probably leading into the building's living quarters.
He climbs inside of the observatory where he can, before talking through the place, one of his fingers breaking because he stopped. He walks over to the door, or at least looks for it so he can get Omori inside.
He enters the equatorial room, walking across the top of the telescope to reach the floor. Star charts are plastered across the walls of the room, seemingly hand-drawn, and a desk with a large stack of papers on it sits towards the back of the room. Papers are scattered across the floor here as well. As he looks around, he can hear something moving further inside- a few heavy footfalls, and the rustling of cloth- but he can't see where it came from.
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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 doesn’t know what to do either, but that doesn’t stop him. He takes a deep breath, “I’ll see you inside.” He takes a running stance before shooting straight up one of the walls of the observatory, looking to get in through somewhere up.
"Alright, see you inside." She says to herself, walking inside and looking around.
Top can see that the aperture of the observatory's equatorial room is open, the giant telescope looking out into the cloudy grey sky above- he could definitely enter through there. There is also a door near the small rooftop patio, probably leading into the building's living quarters.
He climbs inside of the observatory where he can, before talking through the place, one of his fingers breaking because he stopped. He walks over to the door, or at least looks for it so he can get Omori inside.
He enters the equatorial room, walking across the top of the telescope to reach the floor. Star charts are plastered across the walls of the room, seemingly hand-drawn, and a desk with a large stack of papers on it sits towards the back of the room. Papers are scattered across the floor here as well. As he looks around, he can hear something moving further inside- a few heavy footfalls, and the rustling of cloth- but he can't see where it came from.
He decides not to make himself known just yet, trying to avoid the whole ‘you broke into my house’ deal without Omori by his side, making his way to the door, trying to go around them, moving slowly and carefully.
Atticus smiles and plays a couple chords, a short but complex melody. It sounds simple to an untrained ear, but any beginner who tries to play it would get a little shock. "I'd like to meet him sometime. Now, you seemed to show a tiny bit of hostility earlier. It wasn't a lot, but I just felt like I was making you uncomfortable. Can you be honest with me and tell me what the problem is?"
“I can sense you as much as I can hear you, and feeling the weight of your arrival all of a sudden just made me a little tease, I’ve encountered enemies before, and I was just hoping you weren’t one of those, the Jury’s still out.” He says with a chuckle, beginning to tune his Roan.
"Oh, I probably am. But don't worry, all the suffering I inflict is strictly necessary. I'm not a sadist, and I take no joy in killing, but humans are not sacred creatures. They can be butchered like any animal."
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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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*Ill try to look for it, may be a little difficult but I’m always up to try.*
*Yep, great place to end.*
He doesn’t know what to do either, but that doesn’t stop him. He takes a deep breath, “I’ll see you inside.” He takes a running stance before shooting straight up one of the walls of the observatory, looking to get in through somewhere up.
The move away from the touch "I simply do not see what you see... You are, most literally, my flesh and blood. You are my everything, just like them. Each and every one of them is special in their own lovely way and it's so beautiful." they rub their spindly hands together, their lidless eyes staring at the ground.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“You are very pretty, I’ll remember that for when it runs off.”
She thinks about it for a moment, before nodding silently, “Please.”
Sandstorm lovingly tackles them, licking their face as she feels on their arm, “So, I want ta know more about ya, if that’s okay.”
"Interesting! A simple name, but definitely a unique one. It suits you, too. I think you made a good choice there."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He laughs, “You didn’t mention you were a comedian, over two decades, though if you are looking for child prodigies I’ve got a younger brother that fits the bill.” He says with a smile, continuing to play a little bit.
He giggles, leaning up to kiss her.
He moves the covers off of him a bit so she can come and lay on his chest.
Dexter runs around innocently. River chews his tongue. "I collect stuff."
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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
"Alright, see you inside." She says to herself, walking inside and looking around.
Top can see that the aperture of the observatory's equatorial room is open, the giant telescope looking out into the cloudy grey sky above- he could definitely enter through there. There is also a door near the small rooftop patio, probably leading into the building's living quarters.
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 kisses them back passionately, enjoying the taste of their mouth.
She climbs her way on like the lil gremlin she is, before getting close up with his face.
“An’ do ya mind tellin’ me what stuff would be? I’ll tell ya if ya tell me.”
"Mmmm... not quite." He rips his own arm off, revealing it to be cake. "I've been processed to oblivion, then re-processed and re-processed until I became who I am today. You've seen what people do to flesh, haven't you? They've mechanized its rearrangement. It's destruction. Life is a burden in their eyes. Something that they begrudgingly care for despite all the pain it causes them. Fumigate. Render. Pulverize. Consume." He re-attaches his arm. "You claim you are hated, and you feel it isn't just... but I think you just have a limited understanding of the situation. I'm glad you've decided to investigate, though!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He climbs inside of the observatory where he can, before talking through the place, one of his fingers breaking because he stopped. He walks over to the door, or at least looks for it so he can get Omori inside.
He holds their face, pulling away and nuzzling their nose
He smiles, eyes sparking. "hi, there."
He reaches into himself and pulls out a few artifacts; some pitch black knives of different shapes and sizes; some rectangular stones that look lathed. He begins to explain passionately. "each Nightmare produces an artifact when killed, and some have Artes, or powers, that can be manifested physically. If you were to wear this stone, you could bring forth hell-fire."
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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
Atticus smiles and plays a couple chords, a short but complex melody. It sounds simple to an untrained ear, but any beginner who tries to play it would get a little shock. "I'd like to meet him sometime. Now, you seemed to show a tiny bit of hostility earlier. It wasn't a lot, but I just felt like I was making you uncomfortable. Can you be honest with me and tell me what the problem is?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She enjoys the nuzzles just as much, “You are so amazing Robin, even when you don’t remember me.”
She leans in close, before stopping herself from kissing them and just laying down.
She listens, entirely interested in all of it, and showing that interest as she rests her head on their shoulder, “I imagine ya won’t be givin’ that stone ta me, an’ ya kill ‘er get those artifacts another way?”
“I can sense you as much as I can hear you, and feeling the weight of your arrival all of a sudden just made me a little tease, I’ve encountered enemies before, and I was just hoping you weren’t one of those, the Jury’s still out.” He says with a chuckle, beginning to tune his Roan.
"Investigate?.. I didn't want to be here. I was content with my death.. but my followers, they want me to ravage the material realm, turn everything back to nothingness." He says, clawing at his face, blood beading up like pearls "I don't want that. I love my creations.'
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He enters the equatorial room, walking across the top of the telescope to reach the floor. Star charts are plastered across the walls of the room, seemingly hand-drawn, and a desk with a large stack of papers on it sits towards the back of the room. Papers are scattered across the floor here as well. As he looks around, he can hear something moving further inside- a few heavy footfalls, and the rustling of cloth- but he can't see where it came from.
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 decides not to make himself known just yet, trying to avoid the whole ‘you broke into my house’ deal without Omori by his side, making his way to the door, trying to go around them, moving slowly and carefully.
"Oh, I probably am. But don't worry, all the suffering I inflict is strictly necessary. I'm not a sadist, and I take no joy in killing, but humans are not sacred creatures. They can be butchered like any animal."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.