There is a long silence as she thinks of her answer. "...Okay. But just... keep your distance, okay? I don't know if this can spread." The door unlocks, followed by the sound of her quickly retreating to the other side of the room.
She walks inside, closing the door behind her and sitting at the door, looking over to them with a sad expression before see even notices the difference in them.
Omori is sitting on her bed in the corner of the room. She's wearing the large sweater and sunhat from her days as the Traitor, and seems to be trying to conceal herself. "I went to the Observatory with a friend a few days ago. That's where it started, I think."
"Take off the sweater an' the sunhat." She doesn't ask, she tells them to, it might be the first time shes used that tone with Omori "I ain't gonna get anythin' I ain't already have a plan for. The Observatory? Ya shoulda told me."
"I should have. I'm sorry I didn't. Maybe I'd have known..." She very reluctantly takes off the sunhat, revealing her face. She looks immensely tired, like she hasn't been able to sleep in days, and is trying to avoid eye contact. A third, panicked-looking eye has appeared under her right eye, and judging by the small bumps on her forehead, a fourth and fifth are on the way. "I knew there was something wrong with them... I shouldn't have looked... I shouldn't have looked..."
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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)
Atticus walks into the orphanage, gently strumming his lightning guitar.
He can faintly hear the sounds of papers moving and hushed speaking from her room. "Why did I look? I shouldn't have looked..." Is the only complete phrase that's entirely audible.
He walks over and sits outside the door, playing a calming melody.
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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 should have. I'm sorry I didn't. Maybe I'd have known..." She very reluctantly takes off the sunhat, revealing her face. She looks immensely tired, like she hasn't been able to sleep in days, and is trying to avoid eye contact. A third, panicked-looking eye has appeared under her right eye, and judging by the small bumps on her forehead, a fourth and fifth are on the way. "I knew there was something wrong with them... I shouldn't have looked... I shouldn't have looked..."
She claps her hands together, looking down at them, "Oh, yer eyes are bein' opened, ya musta been lookin' fer some quick way ta become better at bein' a Star Druid. Top told me what happened, I just had ta see it fer myself. I'll find ya a cure if ya want some." She gets up and walks over to them, not close enough to be considered close, but needing a better look, "I'll go through my library, how's the keeper doin'? I ain't seen him in a while." She looks into the distance, sighing.
(I've made the executive choice that the keep and Merabelle had an unspoken romance because its funny and in character something Merabelle would've had when she was younger.)
Atticus walks into the orphanage, gently strumming his lightning guitar.
He can faintly hear the sounds of papers moving and hushed speaking from her room. "Why did I look? I shouldn't have looked..." Is the only complete phrase that's entirely audible.
He walks over and sits outside the door, playing a calming melody.
He can hear the muttering stop as she hears the melody. After he finishes playing, he can hear the same timid voice speaking through the doorway. "That was very nice. Thank you... who are you?"
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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 should have. I'm sorry I didn't. Maybe I'd have known..." She very reluctantly takes off the sunhat, revealing her face. She looks immensely tired, like she hasn't been able to sleep in days, and is trying to avoid eye contact. A third, panicked-looking eye has appeared under her right eye, and judging by the small bumps on her forehead, a fourth and fifth are on the way. "I knew there was something wrong with them... I shouldn't have looked... I shouldn't have looked..."
She claps her hands together, looking down at them, "Oh, yer eyes are bein' opened, ya musta been lookin' fer some quick way ta become better at bein' a Star Druid. Top told me what happened, I just had ta see it fer myself. I'll find ya a cure if ya want some." She gets up and walks over to them, not close enough to be considered close, but needing a better look, "I'll go through my library, how's the keeper doin'? I ain't seen him in a while." She looks into the distance, sighing.
(I've made the executive choice that the keep and Merabelle had an unspoken romance because its funny and in character something Merabelle would've had when she was younger.)
As she approaches, she moves back a tiny bit. She can see something faintly shimmering in Omori's eyes- it almost looks like stars... but something part of Merabelle's mind tells her that looking closer would be a bad idea. "They seem to be doing... well, they don't seem unhappy with how things have been. I couldn't see them until we turned out the lights. That's when they showed me... I looked in their eyes and saw it. We left soon after."
(That does sound funny- I'm all for that being canon.)
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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 smiles back, turning down the volume. "You too. How've you been?"
"Bored, wasting my days away doing nothing worth doing, but that is the way things are."
"True. What would make it more interesting for you?" He puts his guitar back in its case.
He slings his Roan onto his back, "I don't know, conflict, doing something that matters, anything that takes time and doesn't mean nothing. Even if it's as simple as falling in love with someone, anything."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"I should have. I'm sorry I didn't. Maybe I'd have known..." She very reluctantly takes off the sunhat, revealing her face. She looks immensely tired, like she hasn't been able to sleep in days, and is trying to avoid eye contact. A third, panicked-looking eye has appeared under her right eye, and judging by the small bumps on her forehead, a fourth and fifth are on the way. "I knew there was something wrong with them... I shouldn't have looked... I shouldn't have looked..."
She claps her hands together, looking down at them, "Oh, yer eyes are bein' opened, ya musta been lookin' fer some quick way ta become better at bein' a Star Druid. Top told me what happened, I just had ta see it fer myself. I'll find ya a cure if ya want some." She gets up and walks over to them, not close enough to be considered close, but needing a better look, "I'll go through my library, how's the keeper doin'? I ain't seen him in a while." She looks into the distance, sighing.
(I've made the executive choice that the keep and Merabelle had an unspoken romance because its funny and in character something Merabelle would've had when she was younger.)
As she approaches, she moves back a tiny bit. She can see something faintly shimmering in Omori's eyes- it almost looks like stars... but something part of Merabelle's mind tells her that looking closer would be a bad idea. "They seem to be doing... well, they don't seem unhappy with how things have been. I couldn't see them until we turned out the lights. That's when they showed me... I looked in their eyes and saw it. We left soon after."
(That does sound funny- I'm all for that being canon.)
She nods along with them, sitting down where she is, "Sweetheart, I ain't gonna look ya in the eyes, but that ain't because I think bad o' what you are. I'm gonna close my eyes, an' I want ya ta come over here so I can give ya a hug, okay?" She asks, holding out her arms to them, closing her eyes as she said and keeping them shut as she gestures them over.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She claps her hands together, looking down at them, "Oh, yer eyes are bein' opened, ya musta been lookin' fer some quick way ta become better at bein' a Star Druid. Top told me what happened, I just had ta see it fer myself. I'll find ya a cure if ya want some." She gets up and walks over to them, not close enough to be considered close, but needing a better look, "I'll go through my library, how's the keeper doin'? I ain't seen him in a while." She looks into the distance, sighing.
(I've made the executive choice that the keep and Merabelle had an unspoken romance because its funny and in character something Merabelle would've had when she was younger.)
As she approaches, she moves back a tiny bit. She can see something faintly shimmering in Omori's eyes- it almost looks like stars... but something part of Merabelle's mind tells her that looking closer would be a bad idea. "They seem to be doing... well, they don't seem unhappy with how things have been. I couldn't see them until we turned out the lights. That's when they showed me... I looked in their eyes and saw it. We left soon after."
(That does sound funny- I'm all for that being canon.)
She nods along with them, sitting down where she is, "Sweetheart, I ain't gonna look ya in the eyes, but that ain't because I think bad o' what you are. I'm gonna close my eyes, an' I want ya ta come over here so I can give ya a hug, okay?" She asks, holding out her arms to them, closing her eyes as she said and keeping them shut as she gestures them over.
She does reluctantly approach and hug her back- she's cold to the touch, more than she normally is. "I'm scared, Mom... I feel so strange... I don't know what this is doing to me."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He walks over and sits outside the door, playing a calming melody.
He can hear the muttering stop as she hears the melody. After he finishes playing, he can hear the same timid voice speaking through the doorway. "That was very nice. Thank you... who are you?"
"Friend of a friend, I reckon." He leans against the door. "You alright in 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.
He walks over and sits outside the door, playing a calming melody.
He can hear the muttering stop as she hears the melody. After he finishes playing, he can hear the same timid voice speaking through the doorway. "That was very nice. Thank you... who are you?"
"Friend of a friend, I reckon." He leans against the door. "You alright in there?"
"I... I don't know. Something happened a few days back... it's doing something to me." She explains, sounding worried.
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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 does reluctantly approach and hug her back- she's cold to the touch, more than she normally is. "I'm scared, Mom... I feel so strange... I don't know what this is doing to me."
"Don't be too scared, we've been through so much befer, we ain't gonna let this stop us now." She keeps her eyes closed and runs a hand through their hair "Just make sure ta keep yerself an' everyone safe. I'll go research."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She does reluctantly approach and hug her back- she's cold to the touch, more than she normally is. "I'm scared, Mom... I feel so strange... I don't know what this is doing to me."
"Don't be too scared, we've been through so much befer, we ain't gonna let this stop us now." She keeps her eyes closed and runs a hand through their hair "Just make sure ta keep yerself an' everyone safe. I'll go research."
"Okay... I'll keep up my research as well." She responds, her own eyes closed as well as she parts from the embrace. "I'll stay safe. Promise."
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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)
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"I should have. I'm sorry I didn't. Maybe I'd have known..." She very reluctantly takes off the sunhat, revealing her face. She looks immensely tired, like she hasn't been able to sleep in days, and is trying to avoid eye contact. A third, panicked-looking eye has appeared under her right eye, and judging by the small bumps on her forehead, a fourth and fifth are on the way. "I knew there was something wrong with them... I shouldn't have looked... I shouldn't have looked..."
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 walks over and sits outside the door, playing a calming melody.
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. But why?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She claps her hands together, looking down at them, "Oh, yer eyes are bein' opened, ya musta been lookin' fer some quick way ta become better at bein' a Star Druid. Top told me what happened, I just had ta see it fer myself. I'll find ya a cure if ya want some." She gets up and walks over to them, not close enough to be considered close, but needing a better look, "I'll go through my library, how's the keeper doin'? I ain't seen him in a while." She looks into the distance, sighing.
(I've made the executive choice that the keep and Merabelle had an unspoken romance because its funny and in character something Merabelle would've had when she was younger.)
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*I'm back hi yvonne :)*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
"I just... I think I just want another thing from you, I love your gifts, they are always so beautiful."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He can hear the muttering stop as she hears the melody. After he finishes playing, he can hear the same timid voice speaking through the doorway. "That was very nice. Thank you... who are you?"
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)
"True. What would make it more interesting for you?" He puts his guitar back in its case.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*hi Baal*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
As she approaches, she moves back a tiny bit. She can see something faintly shimmering in Omori's eyes- it almost looks like stars... but something part of Merabelle's mind tells her that looking closer would be a bad idea. "They seem to be doing... well, they don't seem unhappy with how things have been. I couldn't see them until we turned out the lights. That's when they showed me... I looked in their eyes and saw it. We left soon after."
(That does sound funny- I'm all for that being canon.)
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 slings his Roan onto his back, "I don't know, conflict, doing something that matters, anything that takes time and doesn't mean nothing. Even if it's as simple as falling in love with someone, anything."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She nods along with them, sitting down where she is, "Sweetheart, I ain't gonna look ya in the eyes, but that ain't because I think bad o' what you are. I'm gonna close my eyes, an' I want ya ta come over here so I can give ya a hug, okay?" She asks, holding out her arms to them, closing her eyes as she said and keeping them shut as she gestures them over.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She does reluctantly approach and hug her back- she's cold to the touch, more than she normally is. "I'm scared, Mom... I feel so strange... I don't know what this is doing to me."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Friend of a friend, I reckon." He leans against the door. "You alright in there?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hey, Drizzt! How are you?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I... I don't know. Something happened a few days back... it's doing something to me." She explains, sounding worried.
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)
"Don't be too scared, we've been through so much befer, we ain't gonna let this stop us now." She keeps her eyes closed and runs a hand through their hair "Just make sure ta keep yerself an' everyone safe. I'll go research."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*i'm doing good today is the rare day I actually roleplay on the forums*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
*Sorry, i was called down to the office*
"okay, i will."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Okay... I'll keep up my research as well." She responds, her own eyes closed as well as she parts from the embrace. "I'll stay safe. Promise."
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)