"I believe free will must be preserved. Have you heard of the Human Respect Principle? It states that one is free to do whatever they desire, and anyone who wants to take away that freedom is reprehensible. That reprehensibility is what we call a 'special permission,' meaning that they can be punished accordingly. I don't desire death or pain or suffering, but I refuse to allow such acts to go unpunished." He leans into the pets. He feels surprisingly real despite being supposedly made of cake.
Carrion sighs softly and plays with the ears of Atticus, his spindly fingers bending them around like one might do with a puppy dog. His lidless eyes seem sad, depressed even. "I am sorry... I do not know what to do anymore for this world."
"Don't destroy it, for one. You're one of the only people who can make it better, and we need that desperately." He leans against Carrion's slug-worm-meat body. "I don't hate you, and I never have. You couldn't know what you were dealing with."
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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 nods. He pulls out a little leather case. "A spoon. Razor sharp. You need to excise the eyes before you can remove the memories. If you fail, I'll have to take drastic measures to contain it before it gets out of hand. Please, for your daughter's sake, be thorough and do not relent."
She nods slowly, taking deep and long breaths as to hold himself steady "I'll make sure ta, I ain't gonna shake 'er nothin'. I'll get ya what remains once I cure her. Thank ya." She smiles at them, pouring them a glass of whiskey and offering it to them.
He takes it and drinks it all before lighting the zombie arm on fire. "Once we understand this threat better, we'll be able to eradicate it more safely in the future and protect people from it." He swirls the ice in his empty glass. "She's holding up well, I hope?"
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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 believe free will must be preserved. Have you heard of the Human Respect Principle? It states that one is free to do whatever they desire, and anyone who wants to take away that freedom is reprehensible. That reprehensibility is what we call a 'special permission,' meaning that they can be punished accordingly. I don't desire death or pain or suffering, but I refuse to allow such acts to go unpunished." He leans into the pets. He feels surprisingly real despite being supposedly made of cake.
Carrion sighs softly and plays with the ears of Atticus, his spindly fingers bending them around like one might do with a puppy dog. His lidless eyes seem sad, depressed even. "I am sorry... I do not know what to do anymore for this world."
"Don't destroy it, for one. You're one of the only people who can make it better, and we need that desperately." He leans against Carrion's slug-worm-meat body. "I don't hate you, and I never have. You couldn't know what you were dealing with."
Carrion nuzzles him, his eyes suddenly becoming moist and dripping with salty tears "I want to go back to being an eyeless thing, crawling around in the darkness of the void before everything became.. complicated.." he said softly "My partner, dead, my children, scattered across the planes, and my own life, years upon years of it, somehow snatched away from me." he solemnly spoke "I try... I try so hard.."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"How about some gelato? I found a great place nearby. It's like thick, rich, flavorful ice cream. It's also warmer, so brain freeze comes slower." He stands up. "There's also an awesome deli nearby in case you want something more meaty."
She stands up as well, rolling up the sleeves on the oversized sweater she wears from her days as the Traitor- her nails almost look like claws. "Sure, gelato sounds nice. I've never had it before... actually, I've never had ice cream or anything like it before."
"Really? You have to try it." He opens the door for her. "And if anyone says anything mean to you, don't take it too hard. People hate and fear what they don't understand, and your current form is a bit confusing."
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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 nods. He pulls out a little leather case. "A spoon. Razor sharp. You need to excise the eyes before you can remove the memories. If you fail, I'll have to take drastic measures to contain it before it gets out of hand. Please, for your daughter's sake, be thorough and do not relent."
She nods slowly, taking deep and long breaths as to hold himself steady "I'll make sure ta, I ain't gonna shake 'er nothin'. I'll get ya what remains once I cure her. Thank ya." She smiles at them, pouring them a glass of whiskey and offering it to them.
He takes it and drinks it all before lighting the zombie arm on fire. "Once we understand this threat better, we'll be able to eradicate it more safely in the future and protect people from it." He swirls the ice in his empty glass. "She's holding up well, I hope?"
"She's doin' okay enough, shes more scared than anythin' else, which I still don't like, but it'll be okay." She sighs, leaning back against the orphanage wall, corking up her bottle of whiskey "I don't want to have the kids see me drinkin'."
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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.'
"How about some gelato? I found a great place nearby. It's like thick, rich, flavorful ice cream. It's also warmer, so brain freeze comes slower." He stands up. "There's also an awesome deli nearby in case you want something more meaty."
She stands up as well, rolling up the sleeves on the oversized sweater she wears from her days as the Traitor- her nails almost look like claws. "Sure, gelato sounds nice. I've never had it before... actually, I've never had ice cream or anything like it before."
"Really? You have to try it." He opens the door for her. "And if anyone says anything mean to you, don't take it too hard. People hate and fear what they don't understand, and your current form is a bit confusing."
"Oh, I know- some of this is from before the observatory. Let's just say this isn't the first time I've been at risk of corruption from something otherworldly." She explains, pausing and going back to grab her sunhat before she walks out of the room, thanking him for holding the door.
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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 am still here, though I may be on and off, possibly, maybe. If anyone wants to rp, I will probably be here.*
*I'd be up to rp, if you want. Any particular character(s) you'd like?*
*No particular characters, do you want to start anew or continue an rp?*
*Let's start a new one. Let me see, who haven't I used today...*
Mavis is back at the Inn, working on writing something.
Amicus is drifting through the forest, being careful not to touch anything and corrupt it, as it just takes in the environment around it.
They see another advertisement for the Campfire.
They happen to sense an immense source of darkness, but not only that, coming from something nearby, or more accurately someone.
*Sorry about the long delay*
She looks closer at the advertisement, curious about this new place that's recently set up shop.
It begins looking for the source, partly out of curiosity and partly out of concern.
It appears to be some kind of tavern, like the Lord’s Rest in concept, but more about serving food and drink, as well as providing a comforting atmosphere. It doesn’t give more information than that.
Sitting in an empty plain is Eithan, trying to harness and slow the spread of the darkness that will eventually kill him, using the immense power of light within.
*I am still here, though I may be on and off, possibly, maybe. If anyone wants to rp, I will probably be here.*
*I'd be up to rp, if you want. Any particular character(s) you'd like?*
*No particular characters, do you want to start anew or continue an rp?*
*Let's start a new one. Let me see, who haven't I used today...*
Mavis is back at the Inn, working on writing something.
Amicus is drifting through the forest, being careful not to touch anything and corrupt it, as it just takes in the environment around it.
They see another advertisement for the Campfire.
They happen to sense an immense source of darkness, but not only that, coming from something nearby, or more accurately someone.
*Sorry about the long delay*
She looks closer at the advertisement, curious about this new place that's recently set up shop.
It begins looking for the source, partly out of curiosity and partly out of concern.
It appears to be some kind of tavern, like the Lord’s Rest in concept, but more about serving food and drink, as well as providing a comforting atmosphere. It doesn’t give more information than that.
Sitting in an empty plain is Eithan, trying to harness and slow the spread of the darkness that will eventually kill him, using the immense power of light within.
"Interesting..." She mutters to herself, before going to find the Campfire and see for herself.
It drifts a bit closer, curiously studying him and the immense amounts of light and dark energy within him. It doesn't get close though, in case they turn out to be hostile.
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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)
"Don't destroy it, for one. You're one of the only people who can make it better, and we need that desperately." He leans against Carrion's slug-worm-meat body. "I don't hate you, and I never have. You couldn't know what you were dealing with."
Carrion nuzzles him, his eyes suddenly becoming moist and dripping with salty tears "I want to go back to being an eyeless thing, crawling around in the darkness of the void before everything became.. complicated.." he said softly "My partner, dead, my children, scattered across the planes, and my own life, years upon years of it, somehow snatched away from me." he solemnly spoke "I try... I try so hard.."
He nods. "Gods are people too. Morgana... is like the worst of them. That doesn't mean she's evil, but it means she does things without thinking. Without any consequences. But there are so many people just like her, who would do the same thing that was done to you without even blinking if they had the ability to. An example has been set, and so one must be set again."
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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.
"Don't destroy it, for one. You're one of the only people who can make it better, and we need that desperately." He leans against Carrion's slug-worm-meat body. "I don't hate you, and I never have. You couldn't know what you were dealing with."
Carrion nuzzles him, his eyes suddenly becoming moist and dripping with salty tears "I want to go back to being an eyeless thing, crawling around in the darkness of the void before everything became.. complicated.." he said softly "My partner, dead, my children, scattered across the planes, and my own life, years upon years of it, somehow snatched away from me." he solemnly spoke "I try... I try so hard.."
He nods. "Gods are people too. Morgana... is like the worst of them. That doesn't mean she's evil, but it means she does things without thinking. Without any consequences. But there are so many people just like her, who would do the same thing that was done to you without even blinking if they had the ability to. An example has been set, and so one must be set again."
"But you think that my creations are sacred.. they are like my own children to me but you hate them, you hate yourself.." he mumbles "I can't understand why.."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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"Don't destroy it, for one. You're one of the only people who can make it better, and we need that desperately." He leans against Carrion's slug-worm-meat body. "I don't hate you, and I never have. You couldn't know what you were dealing with."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He takes it and drinks it all before lighting the zombie arm on fire. "Once we understand this threat better, we'll be able to eradicate it more safely in the future and protect people from it." He swirls the ice in his empty glass. "She's holding up well, I hope?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Carrion nuzzles him, his eyes suddenly becoming moist and dripping with salty tears "I want to go back to being an eyeless thing, crawling around in the darkness of the void before everything became.. complicated.." he said softly "My partner, dead, my children, scattered across the planes, and my own life, years upon years of it, somehow snatched away from me." he solemnly spoke "I try... I try so hard.."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Really? You have to try it." He opens the door for her. "And if anyone says anything mean to you, don't take it too hard. People hate and fear what they don't understand, and your current form is a bit confusing."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"She's doin' okay enough, shes more scared than anythin' else, which I still don't like, but it'll be okay." She sighs, leaning back against the orphanage wall, corking up her bottle of whiskey "I don't want to have the kids see me drinkin'."
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.)
"Oh, I know- some of this is from before the observatory. Let's just say this isn't the first time I've been at risk of corruption from something otherworldly." She explains, pausing and going back to grab her sunhat before she walks out of the room, thanking him for holding the door.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I am still here, though I may be on and off, possibly, maybe. If anyone wants to rp, I will probably be here.*
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'd be up to rp, if you want. Any particular character(s) you'd like?*
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)
*No particular characters, do you want to start anew or continue an rp?*
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.)
*Let's start a new one. Let me see, who haven't I used today...*
Mavis is back at the Inn, working on writing something.
Amicus is drifting through the forest, being careful not to touch anything and corrupt it, as it just takes in the environment around it.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
They see another advertisement for the Campfire.
They happen to sense an immense source of darkness, but not only that, coming from something nearby, or more accurately someone.
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.)
*Sorry about the long delay*
She looks closer at the advertisement, curious about this new place that's recently set up shop.
It begins looking for the source, partly out of curiosity and partly out of concern.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
It appears to be some kind of tavern, like the Lord’s Rest in concept, but more about serving food and drink, as well as providing a comforting atmosphere. It doesn’t give more information than that.
Sitting in an empty plain is Eithan, trying to harness and slow the spread of the darkness that will eventually kill him, using the immense power of light within.
"Interesting..." She mutters to herself, before going to find the Campfire and see for herself.
It drifts a bit closer, curiously studying him and the immense amounts of light and dark energy within him. It doesn't get close though, in case they turn out to be hostile.
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)
*Back from my Grandpa's*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*(Nibbles)*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Hey Baalze, missed you.*
*Welcome back! How are you, and would you perhaps like to rp?*
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. "Gods are people too. Morgana... is like the worst of them. That doesn't mean she's evil, but it means she does things without thinking. Without any consequences. But there are so many people just like her, who would do the same thing that was done to you without even blinking if they had the ability to. An example has been set, and so one must be set again."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"But you think that my creations are sacred.. they are like my own children to me but you hate them, you hate yourself.." he mumbles "I can't understand why.."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]