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?”
"Who are you again?" he teases, snickering
But before she can retreat, he kisses her gently
"No, I do not give these away. well, not true. I gave my friend Amatarou one of the blades, and I gave a man who was killed and reanimated the stone holding the power that killed him. But, amatarou is the nightmare king, and Rag was. well, he needed closure."
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"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.'
He sighs and flicks with both hands. Carrion's hands are chopped off, the wounds immediately cauterized by flame. "Then don't. They don't mean (GP). They're animals, like me. You were born with the choice to be something more, and if you squander it I will never forgive you."
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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.
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."
“At least you aren’t doing it for the love of the action, I suppose if we ever cross paths again it’ll be in a more… violent manner than now, but I’m content with enjoying this moment while we still have it.”
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?”
"Who are you again?" he teases, snickering
But before she can retreat, he kisses her gently
"No, I do not give these away. well, not true. I gave my friend Amatarou one of the blades, and I gave a man who was killed and reanimated the stone holding the power that killed him. But, amatarou is the nightmare king, and Rag was. well, he needed closure."
She pulls them into another kiss, before separating, “Love you the most, Robin.”
She blushes before rushing in and kissing them back.
“Ah, ya ain’t got ta give nothin’ ta me anyway, I’m fine with just bein’ with ya. Do ya got anythin’ ta eat, ‘round here?” She asks, rubbing their arm and watching the little nightmares play.
"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.'
He sighs and flicks with both hands. Carrion's hands are chopped off, the wounds immediately cauterized by flame. "Then don't. They don't mean (GP). They're animals, like me. You were born with the choice to be something more, and if you squander it I will never forgive you."
He screams, a horrifying bloody scream of a mother watching her son getting buried, a scream of a man getting shot in the back by his best friend, a scream of a child getting dragged into the woods. He moves backward, the pupils in his eyes suddenly multiplying like flies hatching. Tendrils from the bloody mess suddenly appear, lashing out towards Atticus [Make a DC saving throw of 27 for DEX]
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"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."
“At least you aren’t doing it for the love of the action, I suppose if we ever cross paths again it’ll be in a more… violent manner than now, but I’m content with enjoying this moment while we still have it.”
"I assure you, I have no intention of harming anyone who doesn't deserve it, even if they intend to harm me. It would be foolish to harm people who could learn from my example."
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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?”
"Who are you again?" he teases, snickering
But before she can retreat, he kisses her gently
"No, I do not give these away. well, not true. I gave my friend Amatarou one of the blades, and I gave a man who was killed and reanimated the stone holding the power that killed him. But, amatarou is the nightmare king, and Rag was. well, he needed closure."
She pulls them into another kiss, before separating, “Love you the most, Robin.”
She blushes before rushing in and kissing them back.
“Ah, ya ain’t got ta give nothin’ ta me anyway, I’m fine with just bein’ with ya. Do ya got anythin’ ta eat, ‘round here?” She asks, rubbing their arm and watching the little nightmares play.
"Nuhuh~"
He giggles, rubbing their back gently. "So tiny.."
He points to the fridge, clearly not a good host.
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"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."
“At least you aren’t doing it for the love of the action, I suppose if we ever cross paths again it’ll be in a more… violent manner than now, but I’m content with enjoying this moment while we still have it.”
"I assure you, I have no intention of harming anyone who doesn't deserve it, even if they intend to harm me. It would be foolish to harm people who could learn from my example."
“We will have to see what deserving means then, won’t we? I’m quite curious to see what justice you bring with you… or justice wouldn’t be the right word, though you remind me of what I used to do.”
She sighs, lying down fully and stretching herself out, shifting to the side to be able to be flat.
She gets up and saunters over, opening it up, leaning unnecessarily to see what’s inside.
He nuzzles her hands.
he continues to rub her back gently, purring softly
Magic Paracelcus fridge, whatever she wants is in there.
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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.
*Sorry about the delay*
He walks quietly throughout the place, not noticed by whoever is skulking about the place- however, he seems to be the only one that was unnoticed. As he walks through rooms cluttered with papers that all seem to have nothing but unusual symbols and shakily-drawn star maps that look much less detailed than what he saw in the equatorial room, he hears two people talking. One voice he recognizes, but the other... "Oh, I was actually hoping to learn more about your work here. "You want to know?... to see... what I have seen?..." Another voice rasps in response. "I do! I heard you were an expert in your field." Omori responds. "...Wonderful... wonderful!... follow me... I shall show you..." He can hear two?... three?.. four?... pairs of footsteps walking through the halls towards him.
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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 sighs, lying down fully and stretching herself out, shifting to the side to be able to be flat.
She gets up and saunters over, opening it up, leaning unnecessarily to see what’s inside.
He nuzzles her hands.
he continues to rub her back gently, purring softly
Magic Paracelcus fridge, whatever she wants is in there.
She gets up with them, “Maybe I can work later, want to… snuggle or anything?”
She groans as they feel along her back, sighing blissfully.
She takes out a can of beer and some jerky, sitting back down next to them, “Wanna get drunk?”
he nods, tail thrashing
"You comfy?"
"Uhm. Sure, why not?"
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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.
*Sorry about the delay*
He walks quietly throughout the place, not noticed by whoever is skulking about the place- however, he seems to be the only one that was unnoticed. As he walks through rooms cluttered with papers that all seem to have nothing but unusual symbols and shakily-drawn star maps that look much less detailed than what he saw in the equatorial room, he hears two people talking. One voice he recognizes, but the other... "Oh, I was actually hoping to learn more about your work here. "You want to know?... to see... what I have seen?..." Another voice rasps in response. "I do! I heard you were an expert in your field." Omori responds. "...Wonderful... wonderful!... follow me... I shall show you..." He can hear two?... three?.. four?... pairs of footsteps walking through the halls towards him.
He looks through the door into the room from a nearby one, watching silently but not yet making himself known, trying to see who they are talking to, and if necessary, ready to rescue them if something happens to go wrong.
She sighs, lying down fully and stretching herself out, shifting to the side to be able to be flat.
She gets up and saunters over, opening it up, leaning unnecessarily to see what’s inside.
He nuzzles her hands.
he continues to rub her back gently, purring softly
Magic Paracelcus fridge, whatever she wants is in there.
She gets up with them, “Maybe I can work later, want to… snuggle or anything?”
She groans as they feel along her back, sighing blissfully.
She takes out a can of beer and some jerky, sitting back down next to them, “Wanna get drunk?”
he nods, tail thrashing
"You comfy?"
"Uhm. Sure, why not?"
She pets them down in her new bedroom, lying down with them.
“Yes… yes…” She pushes her head against their chest.
She goes back and gets them a pack of beers each, beginning to drain her own.
he lays on top of her, nuzzling her neck
"I'm so glad, Camilla." his breathing slows
"Forgive me, i drink weird." he guzzles down the first can and eats the aluminum can, not explaining why
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He sighs and flicks with both hands. Carrion's hands are chopped off, the wounds immediately cauterized by flame. "Then don't. They don't mean (GP). They're animals, like me. You were born with the choice to be something more, and if you squander it I will never forgive you."
He screams, a horrifying bloody scream of a mother watching her son getting buried, a scream of a man getting shot in the back by his best friend, a scream of a child getting dragged into the woods. He moves backward, the pupils in his eyes suddenly multiplying like flies hatching. Tendrils from the bloody mess suddenly appear, lashing out towards Atticus [Make a DC saving throw of 27 for DEX]
*Fail*
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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 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.
*Sorry about the delay*
He walks quietly throughout the place, not noticed by whoever is skulking about the place- however, he seems to be the only one that was unnoticed. As he walks through rooms cluttered with papers that all seem to have nothing but unusual symbols and shakily-drawn star maps that look much less detailed than what he saw in the equatorial room, he hears two people talking. One voice he recognizes, but the other... "Oh, I was actually hoping to learn more about your work here. "You want to know?... to see... what I have seen?..." Another voice rasps in response. "I do! I heard you were an expert in your field." Omori responds. "...Wonderful... wonderful!... follow me... I shall show you..." He can hear two?... three?.. four?... pairs of footsteps walking through the halls towards him.
He looks through the door into the room from a nearby one, watching silently but not yet making himself known, trying to see who they are talking to, and if necessary, ready to rescue them if something happens to go wrong.
He can see Omori walk into the room... and, seemingly, no one else. Though clearly, someone else is in the room with her- where else would the footsteps and voice be coming from? Omori walks over to the telescope, seeing that it's cloudy outside, a confused expression on her face. "It's awfully cloudy right now... are you sure we'll be able to see anything?" "...Yes, I am sure... you will see it..." Says the disembodied voice. "Okay... guess this telescope is a lot better than I assumed." "...But first... can you turn... off the lights for me?.. It will help us see..." "...Sure?" She seems even more confused, but starts walking towards the light switch.
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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 sighs, lying down fully and stretching herself out, shifting to the side to be able to be flat.
She gets up and saunters over, opening it up, leaning unnecessarily to see what’s inside.
He nuzzles her hands.
he continues to rub her back gently, purring softly
Magic Paracelcus fridge, whatever she wants is in there.
She gets up with them, “Maybe I can work later, want to… snuggle or anything?”
She groans as they feel along her back, sighing blissfully.
She takes out a can of beer and some jerky, sitting back down next to them, “Wanna get drunk?”
he nods, tail thrashing
"You comfy?"
"Uhm. Sure, why not?"
She pets them down in her new bedroom, lying down with them.
“Yes… yes…” She pushes her head against their chest.
She goes back and gets them a pack of beers each, beginning to drain her own.
he lays on top of her, nuzzling her neck
"I'm so glad, Camilla." his breathing slows
"Forgive me, i drink weird." he guzzles down the first can and eats the aluminum can, not explaining why
She wraps her arms around them, sighing, nibbling their ear.
She gets comfy on them, “I should get you a gift… I’ll find something.”
She doesn’t seem to mind it much, any can she finishes she crushes and passes over to them, “Don’t worry, I eat weird, you’ll see.”
he squeals a bit, smiling
"You don't have to get me anything at all."
He eats each empty can, guzzling down his six pack with only a buzz.
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"Who are you again?" he teases, snickering
But before she can retreat, he kisses her gently
"No, I do not give these away. well, not true. I gave my friend Amatarou one of the blades, and I gave a man who was killed and reanimated the stone holding the power that killed him. But, amatarou is the nightmare king, and Rag was. well, he needed closure."
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>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
He sighs and flicks with both hands. Carrion's hands are chopped off, the wounds immediately cauterized by flame. "Then don't. They don't mean (GP). They're animals, like me. You were born with the choice to be something more, and if you squander it I will never forgive you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“At least you aren’t doing it for the love of the action, I suppose if we ever cross paths again it’ll be in a more… violent manner than now, but I’m content with enjoying this moment while we still have it.”
She pulls them into another kiss, before separating, “Love you the most, Robin.”
She blushes before rushing in and kissing them back.
“Ah, ya ain’t got ta give nothin’ ta me anyway, I’m fine with just bein’ with ya. Do ya got anythin’ ta eat, ‘round here?” She asks, rubbing their arm and watching the little nightmares play.
He screams, a horrifying bloody scream of a mother watching her son getting buried, a scream of a man getting shot in the back by his best friend, a scream of a child getting dragged into the woods. He moves backward, the pupils in his eyes suddenly multiplying like flies hatching. Tendrils from the bloody mess suddenly appear, lashing out towards Atticus [Make a DC saving throw of 27 for DEX]
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I assure you, I have no intention of harming anyone who doesn't deserve it, even if they intend to harm me. It would be foolish to harm people who could learn from my example."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Nuhuh~"
He giggles, rubbing their back gently. "So tiny.."
He points to the fridge, clearly not a good host.
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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
*Cut for Salem.*
She puts her hands on the sides of their face.
She sighs, lying down fully and stretching herself out, shifting to the side to be able to be flat.
She gets up and saunters over, opening it up, leaning unnecessarily to see what’s inside.
“We will have to see what deserving means then, won’t we? I’m quite curious to see what justice you bring with you… or justice wouldn’t be the right word, though you remind me of what I used to do.”
He nuzzles her hands.
he continues to rub her back gently, purring softly
Magic Paracelcus fridge, whatever she wants is in there.
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>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
She gets up with them, “Maybe I can work later, want to… snuggle or anything?”
She groans as they feel along her back, sighing blissfully.
She takes out a can of beer and some jerky, sitting back down next to them, “Wanna get drunk?”
*Sorry about the delay*
He walks quietly throughout the place, not noticed by whoever is skulking about the place- however, he seems to be the only one that was unnoticed. As he walks through rooms cluttered with papers that all seem to have nothing but unusual symbols and shakily-drawn star maps that look much less detailed than what he saw in the equatorial room, he hears two people talking. One voice he recognizes, but the other...
"Oh, I was actually hoping to learn more about your work here.
"You want to know?... to see... what I have seen?..." Another voice rasps in response.
"I do! I heard you were an expert in your field." Omori responds.
"...Wonderful... wonderful!... follow me... I shall show you..."
He can hear two?... three?.. four?... pairs of footsteps walking through the halls towards him.
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 nods, tail thrashing
"You comfy?"
"Uhm. Sure, why not?"
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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
He looks through the door into the room from a nearby one, watching silently but not yet making himself known, trying to see who they are talking to, and if necessary, ready to rescue them if something happens to go wrong.
She pets them down in her new bedroom, lying down with them.
“Yes… yes…” She pushes her head against their chest.
She goes back and gets them a pack of beers each, beginning to drain her own.
he lays on top of her, nuzzling her neck
"I'm so glad, Camilla." his breathing slows
"Forgive me, i drink weird." he guzzles down the first can and eats the aluminum can, not explaining why
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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
She wraps her arms around them, sighing, nibbling their ear.
She gets comfy on them, “I should get you a gift… I’ll find something.”
She doesn’t seem to mind it much, any can she finishes she crushes and passes over to them, “Don’t worry, I eat weird, you’ll see.”
*Fail*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He can see Omori walk into the room... and, seemingly, no one else. Though clearly, someone else is in the room with her- where else would the footsteps and voice be coming from? Omori walks over to the telescope, seeing that it's cloudy outside, a confused expression on her face.
"It's awfully cloudy right now... are you sure we'll be able to see anything?"
"...Yes, I am sure... you will see it..." Says the disembodied voice.
"Okay... guess this telescope is a lot better than I assumed."
"...But first... can you turn... off the lights for me?.. It will help us see..."
"...Sure?" She seems even more confused, but starts walking towards the light switch.
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 squeals a bit, smiling
"You don't have to get me anything at all."
He eats each empty can, guzzling down his six pack with only a buzz.
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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