Sandstorm wraps around his leg once he’s solid again as She begins walking somewhere.
“Something that would knock most people out cold, easier to drink for someone with two livers.”
She takes their hand, hand tries to hold back the feeling of sadness overcoming her.
"W-wait.. I meant.. I mean.. I guess.." he shrugs, flushing again. He follows her
"Or a really solid singular one?" he tilts his head.
He Eskimo kisses her. "I like you a lot, Camilla.."
She lets them follow her, humming as she walks, “Ya don’t gotta say what ya meant.”
“Are you asking for a glass?” She asks, putting another cup down, filling it with the liquid.
She kisses them back, though not making eye contact “But not love…”
he grumbles and kisses her cheek. As he follows her, he sticks his hands in his pockets, not making eye contact
"I suppose I am. I was just asking a question, but thanks." He takes the glass and puts another gold down
"Camilla.. I've evaded my romantic feelings for at least 12 years, maybe more.. I can't just.. magically be able to say it back.. I'm trying..."
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Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
*I'm on vacation right now, meaning we are lacking resources but I have some awesome books to read.*
*I would, in fact, like to RP. *
*Who would you like?*
*That sounds nice- here's hoping to vacation is the best it can be!*
*I don't think Elil or Podmorski have met the new and improved KK- could I have one or both of them, please?*
*Sorry, was doing dishes*
*Lost all notes on Elil somehow, so Podmorski it is*
Podmorski is eating funnel fries at the Faceless Fair.
*It's all good- no need for apologies :]*
The Architect is continuing her expansion of the Fair, pausing her work when she notices him and walks over, her mask displaying a smiling visage. "Hi, Pod! It's been a while since I last saw you. How've things been?"
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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)
Sandstorm wraps around his leg once he’s solid again as She begins walking somewhere.
“Something that would knock most people out cold, easier to drink for someone with two livers.”
She takes their hand, hand tries to hold back the feeling of sadness overcoming her.
"W-wait.. I meant.. I mean.. I guess.." he shrugs, flushing again. He follows her
"Or a really solid singular one?" he tilts his head.
He Eskimo kisses her. "I like you a lot, Camilla.."
She lets them follow her, humming as she walks, “Ya don’t gotta say what ya meant.”
“Are you asking for a glass?” She asks, putting another cup down, filling it with the liquid.
She kisses them back, though not making eye contact “But not love…”
he grumbles and kisses her cheek. As he follows her, he sticks his hands in his pockets, not making eye contact
"I suppose I am. I was just asking a question, but thanks." He takes the glass and puts another gold down
"Camilla.. I've evaded my romantic feelings for at least 12 years, maybe more.. I can't just.. magically be able to say it back.. I'm trying..."
She cackles and wraps her arm around their shoulders, leaning against them, “Thank ya, but now I owe ya two kisses.”
She passes them the gold back, “On the house, if you can stay conscious anyway.” She downs her own, and drops like a rock, the table shattering as she hits it full force.
“You don’t have to… it’s okay… I feel the same way about you either way… you don’t have to feel the same, or say the same.”
*Lost all notes on Elil somehow, so Podmorski it is*
Podmorski is eating funnel fries at the Faceless Fair.
*It's all good- no need for apologies :]*
The Architect is continuing her expansion of the Fair, pausing her work when she notices him and walks over, her mask displaying a smiling visage. "Hi, Pod! It's been a while since I last saw you. How've things been?"
He's taken aback by her appearance, nearly dropping his food as he stumbles back. He seems partially deteriorated, as if the fabric of his existence was moth-eaten. He nods rapidly as if that would be an acceptable response to her inquiry.
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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.
Sandstorm wraps around his leg once he’s solid again as She begins walking somewhere.
“Something that would knock most people out cold, easier to drink for someone with two livers.”
She takes their hand, hand tries to hold back the feeling of sadness overcoming her.
"W-wait.. I meant.. I mean.. I guess.." he shrugs, flushing again. He follows her
"Or a really solid singular one?" he tilts his head.
He Eskimo kisses her. "I like you a lot, Camilla.."
She lets them follow her, humming as she walks, “Ya don’t gotta say what ya meant.”
“Are you asking for a glass?” She asks, putting another cup down, filling it with the liquid.
She kisses them back, though not making eye contact “But not love…”
he grumbles and kisses her cheek. As he follows her, he sticks his hands in his pockets, not making eye contact
"I suppose I am. I was just asking a question, but thanks." He takes the glass and puts another gold down
"Camilla.. I've evaded my romantic feelings for at least 12 years, maybe more.. I can't just.. magically be able to say it back.. I'm trying..."
She cackles and wraps her arm around their shoulders, leaning against them, “Thank ya, but now I owe ya two kisses.”
She passes them the gold back, “On the house, if you can stay conscious anyway.” She downs her own, and drops like a rock, the table shattering as she hits it full force.
“You don’t have to… it’s okay… I feel the same way about you either way… you don’t have to feel the same, or say the same.”
He kinda holds her back. "I suppose you're right."
"Well, that's unfortunate." he says simply, beginning to sip on the drink
"I... I don't know what love feels like, I just know I like holding you near me."
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*Lost all notes on Elil somehow, so Podmorski it is*
Podmorski is eating funnel fries at the Faceless Fair.
*It's all good- no need for apologies :]*
The Architect is continuing her expansion of the Fair, pausing her work when she notices him and walks over, her mask displaying a smiling visage. "Hi, Pod! It's been a while since I last saw you. How've things been?"
He's taken aback by her appearance, nearly dropping his food as he stumbles back. He seems partially deteriorated, as if the fabric of his existence was moth-eaten. He nods rapidly as if that would be an acceptable response to her inquiry.
She seems confused, her mask returning to its neutral expression as she notices his partial deterioration. "...Are you okay?" She asks concernedly, keeping her distance after seeing his reaction.
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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)
Sandstorm wraps around his leg once he’s solid again as She begins walking somewhere.
“Something that would knock most people out cold, easier to drink for someone with two livers.”
She takes their hand, hand tries to hold back the feeling of sadness overcoming her.
"W-wait.. I meant.. I mean.. I guess.." he shrugs, flushing again. He follows her
"Or a really solid singular one?" he tilts his head.
He Eskimo kisses her. "I like you a lot, Camilla.."
She lets them follow her, humming as she walks, “Ya don’t gotta say what ya meant.”
“Are you asking for a glass?” She asks, putting another cup down, filling it with the liquid.
She kisses them back, though not making eye contact “But not love…”
he grumbles and kisses her cheek. As he follows her, he sticks his hands in his pockets, not making eye contact
"I suppose I am. I was just asking a question, but thanks." He takes the glass and puts another gold down
"Camilla.. I've evaded my romantic feelings for at least 12 years, maybe more.. I can't just.. magically be able to say it back.. I'm trying..."
She cackles and wraps her arm around their shoulders, leaning against them, “Thank ya, but now I owe ya two kisses.”
She passes them the gold back, “On the house, if you can stay conscious anyway.” She downs her own, and drops like a rock, the table shattering as she hits it full force.
“You don’t have to… it’s okay… I feel the same way about you either way… you don’t have to feel the same, or say the same.”
He kinda holds her back. "I suppose you're right."
"Well, that's unfortunate." he says simply, beginning to sip on the drink
"I... I don't know what love feels like, I just know I like holding you near me."
River would notice they are walking back to his place as she whistles.
Con save, real high dc too, but considering he’s a god, I’ll say he’s got advantage on the roll.
“It’s okay… if you love me… you’ll know, if you don’t… you’ll find out.”
He's taken aback by her appearance, nearly dropping his food as he stumbles back. He seems partially deteriorated, as if the fabric of his existence was moth-eaten. He nods rapidly as if that would be an acceptable response to her inquiry.
She seems confused, her mask returning to its neutral expression as she notices his partial deterioration. "...Are you okay?" She asks concernedly, keeping her distance after seeing his reaction.
"Um... uh... who... are you?" He doesn't seem like that angry, vicious cannibal from before. He seems skittish instead of imposing. Barely even a monster anymore.
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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.
River would notice they are walking back to his place as she whistles.
Con save, real high dc too, but considering he’s a god, I’ll say he’s got advantage on the roll.
“It’s okay… if you love me… you’ll know, if you don’t… you’ll find out.”
"Come here often?.." the sentence sounds very unnatural coming from him
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"I'm sorry.. do you want to leave?..."
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Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
River would notice they are walking back to his place as she whistles.
Con save, real high dc too, but considering he’s a god, I’ll say he’s got advantage on the roll.
“It’s okay… if you love me… you’ll know, if you don’t… you’ll find out.”
"Come here often?.." the sentence sounds very unnatural coming from him
19
"I'm sorry.. do you want to leave?..."
*I'm sorry, DDB. why the critical failure?.. WOTC wants Byren to pass out ig, dang*
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Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
He's taken aback by her appearance, nearly dropping his food as he stumbles back. He seems partially deteriorated, as if the fabric of his existence was moth-eaten. He nods rapidly as if that would be an acceptable response to her inquiry.
She seems confused, her mask returning to its neutral expression as she notices his partial deterioration. "...Are you okay?" She asks concernedly, keeping her distance after seeing his reaction.
"Um... uh... who... are you?" He doesn't seem like that angry, vicious cannibal from before. He seems skittish instead of imposing. Barely even a monster anymore.
"Oh, right- I'm KK." She starts. "I probably should have started with that. Sorry. I don't blame you for not recognizing me- a lot's changed."
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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)
River would notice they are walking back to his place as she whistles.
Con save, real high dc too, but considering he’s a god, I’ll say he’s got advantage on the roll.
“It’s okay… if you love me… you’ll know, if you don’t… you’ll find out.”
"Come here often?.." the sentence sounds very unnatural coming from him
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"I'm sorry.. do you want to leave?..."
She laughs again, “Hopefully, depends on what ya want with the both o’ us.” She smiles.
He’s out cold just as fast, his glass likely clattering to the ground. He wakes up a few hours later.
She shakes her head, “If I do… I’ll start crying… and won’t stop.”
"Nothing sinister." he tries to smile reassuringly, but his teeth are jagged slightly.
He rubs his face, bleary eyed. He decides to crawl over to sit next to the campfire. The flames of it dim and shrink as he absorbs the heat.
"Then.. stay here if you want... This whole thing is a mess.."
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Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
"Um... uh... who... are you?" He doesn't seem like that angry, vicious cannibal from before. He seems skittish instead of imposing. Barely even a monster anymore.
"Oh, right- I'm KK." She starts. "I probably should have started with that. Sorry. I don't blame you for not recognizing me- a lot's changed."
"A-ah. That makes sense. I've been, uh, going to therapy. Trying to let go of all that... resentment. My body isn't holding together very well anymore..."
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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.
River would notice they are walking back to his place as she whistles.
Con save, real high dc too, but considering he’s a god, I’ll say he’s got advantage on the roll.
“It’s okay… if you love me… you’ll know, if you don’t… you’ll find out.”
"Come here often?.." the sentence sounds very unnatural coming from him
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"I'm sorry.. do you want to leave?..."
She laughs again, “Hopefully, depends on what ya want with the both o’ us.” She smiles.
He’s out cold just as fast, his glass likely clattering to the ground. He wakes up a few hours later.
She shakes her head, “If I do… I’ll start crying… and won’t stop.”
"Nothing sinister." he tries to smile reassuringly, but his teeth are jagged slightly.
He rubs his face, bleary eyed. He decides to crawl over to sit next to the campfire. The flames of it dim and shrink as he absorbs the heat.
"Then.. stay here if you want... This whole thing is a mess.."
She smiles back at them, her teeth sharp and chipped in some places, leading them back to his house.
Natasha is already sitting there, sipping some tea and looking at the fire as if nothing ever happened, smiling down at them “Byren, you’re awake. Good.”
She closes her eyes back up, climbing out of their lap and curling next to them, just shaking a little bit.
"Um... uh... who... are you?" He doesn't seem like that angry, vicious cannibal from before. He seems skittish instead of imposing. Barely even a monster anymore.
"Oh, right- I'm KK." She starts. "I probably should have started with that. Sorry. I don't blame you for not recognizing me- a lot's changed."
"A-ah. That makes sense. I've been, uh, going to therapy. Trying to let go of all that... resentment. My body isn't holding together very well anymore..."
"That's good- the therapy, I mean." She walks a bit closer and sits down beside the bench, her mannequin-centipede lower half coiling like a serpent's tail. "If you want, you can take a share of the Dark Energy the Fair's been generating. It might help with the lack of corporeality."
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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)
"A-ah. That makes sense. I've been, uh, going to therapy. Trying to let go of all that... resentment. My body isn't holding together very well anymore..."
"That's good- the therapy, I mean." She walks a bit closer and sits down beside the bench, her mannequin-centipede lower half coiling like a serpent's tail. "If you want, you can take a share of the Dark Energy the Fair's been generating. It might help with the lack of corporeality."
"I don't think it would help. I'm supposed to be dead, but my hatred let me collect Dark Energy and hold onto it. Can't properly store it anymore."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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She lets them follow her, humming as she walks, “Ya don’t gotta say what ya meant.”
“Are you asking for a glass?” She asks, putting another cup down, filling it with the liquid.
She kisses them back, though not making eye contact “But not love…”
*Sorry, was doing dishes*
*Lost all notes on Elil somehow, so Podmorski it is*
Podmorski is eating funnel fries at the Faceless Fair.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
he grumbles and kisses her cheek. As he follows her, he sticks his hands in his pockets, not making eye contact
"I suppose I am. I was just asking a question, but thanks." He takes the glass and puts another gold down
"Camilla.. I've evaded my romantic feelings for at least 12 years, maybe more.. I can't just.. magically be able to say it back.. I'm trying..."
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
*It's all good- no need for apologies :]*
The Architect is continuing her expansion of the Fair, pausing her work when she notices him and walks over, her mask displaying a smiling visage. "Hi, Pod! It's been a while since I last saw you. How've things been?"
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 cackles and wraps her arm around their shoulders, leaning against them, “Thank ya, but now I owe ya two kisses.”
She passes them the gold back, “On the house, if you can stay conscious anyway.” She downs her own, and drops like a rock, the table shattering as she hits it full force.
“You don’t have to… it’s okay… I feel the same way about you either way… you don’t have to feel the same, or say the same.”
He's taken aback by her appearance, nearly dropping his food as he stumbles back. He seems partially deteriorated, as if the fabric of his existence was moth-eaten. He nods rapidly as if that would be an acceptable response to her inquiry.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He kinda holds her back. "I suppose you're right."
"Well, that's unfortunate." he says simply, beginning to sip on the drink
"I... I don't know what love feels like, I just know I like holding you near me."
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 seems confused, her mask returning to its neutral expression as she notices his partial deterioration. "...Are you okay?" She asks concernedly, keeping her distance after seeing his reaction.
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)
River would notice they are walking back to his place as she whistles.
Con save, real high dc too, but considering he’s a god, I’ll say he’s got advantage on the roll.
“It’s okay… if you love me… you’ll know, if you don’t… you’ll find out.”
"Um... uh... who... are you?" He doesn't seem like that angry, vicious cannibal from before. He seems skittish instead of imposing. Barely even a monster anymore.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Come here often?.." the sentence sounds very unnatural coming from him
21
"I'm sorry.. do you want to leave?..."
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
*I'm sorry, DDB. why the critical failure?.. WOTC wants Byren to pass out ig, dang*
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 laughs again, “Hopefully, depends on what ya want with the both o’ us.” She smiles.
He’s out cold just as fast, his glass likely clattering to the ground. He wakes up a few hours later.
She shakes her head, “If I do… I’ll start crying… and won’t stop.”
"Oh, right- I'm KK." She starts. "I probably should have started with that. Sorry. I don't blame you for not recognizing me- a lot's changed."
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)
"Nothing sinister." he tries to smile reassuringly, but his teeth are jagged slightly.
He rubs his face, bleary eyed. He decides to crawl over to sit next to the campfire. The flames of it dim and shrink as he absorbs the heat.
"Then.. stay here if you want... This whole thing is a mess.."
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
*Honestly, this is the funniest timeline, and having +18 to con saves is insane.*
"A-ah. That makes sense. I've been, uh, going to therapy. Trying to let go of all that... resentment. My body isn't holding together very well anymore..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She smiles back at them, her teeth sharp and chipped in some places, leading them back to his house.
Natasha is already sitting there, sipping some tea and looking at the fire as if nothing ever happened, smiling down at them “Byren, you’re awake. Good.”
She closes her eyes back up, climbing out of their lap and curling next to them, just shaking a little bit.
"That's good- the therapy, I mean." She walks a bit closer and sits down beside the bench, her mannequin-centipede lower half coiling like a serpent's tail. "If you want, you can take a share of the Dark Energy the Fair's been generating. It might help with the lack of corporeality."
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 think it would help. I'm supposed to be dead, but my hatred let me collect Dark Energy and hold onto it. Can't properly store it anymore."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.