Mavis walks back into the Campfire, this time wanting to actually give this place a try. She seems somewhat nervous.
KK is also reading something- an old-looking grimoire- while hanging from the ceiling on threads of shadow and sinew. She is also silent, deep in thought.
Natasha's piercing red eyes look over to them from behind her combat helmet. She gestures silently for them to sit at the bar.
He looks up to them for a moment before closing his book. He clasps his hands together, staring without words to speak, just thinking about them.
She does walk over and sit at the bar, nervously smiling as if unsure what to say, eventually deciding to start with a simple "Hi."
She notices him, a few of the eyes on her chitin plating shifting to look back at him. After a while, she closes her book as well, tucking it away in her coat pocket.
She speaks softly, with an accent, Russian. Her eyes smile as they analyze them, before speaking "Hungry? Thirsty?" She gestures with her claws.
"Dear, have we spoke at all in the past few days?" He asks, not having thought about it before, rubbing his hands together, "I don't believe that we have, and I don't enjoy that."
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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.'
Mavis walks back into the Campfire, this time wanting to actually give this place a try. She seems somewhat nervous.
KK is also reading something- an old-looking grimoire- while hanging from the ceiling on threads of shadow and sinew. She is also silent, deep in thought.
Natasha's piercing red eyes look over to them from behind her combat helmet. She gestures silently for them to sit at the bar.
He looks up to them for a moment before closing his book. He clasps his hands together, staring without words to speak, just thinking about them.
She does walk over and sit at the bar, nervously smiling as if unsure what to say, eventually deciding to start with a simple "Hi."
She notices him, a few of the eyes on her chitin plating shifting to look back at him. After a while, she closes her book as well, tucking it away in her coat pocket.
She speaks softly, with an accent, Russian. Her eyes smile as they analyze them, before speaking "Hungry? Thirsty?" She gestures with her claws.
"Dear, have we spoke at all in the past few days?" He asks, not having thought about it before, rubbing his hands together, "I don't believe that we have, and I don't enjoy that."
She thinks for a moment. "Oh, right. I think I'll just have a water for now, please. Still thinking of what to get." She responds, looking around for a menu of some kind.
"...Oh dear, I don't think we have either." She turns to face him, descending from the ceiling, the threads still attached to her joints like the strings of a puppet. "I'm sorry I haven't been around much. Work at the Fair has been busy these last few days."
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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)
Mavis walks back into the Campfire, this time wanting to actually give this place a try. She seems somewhat nervous.
KK is also reading something- an old-looking grimoire- while hanging from the ceiling on threads of shadow and sinew. She is also silent, deep in thought.
Natasha's piercing red eyes look over to them from behind her combat helmet. She gestures silently for them to sit at the bar.
He looks up to them for a moment before closing his book. He clasps his hands together, staring without words to speak, just thinking about them.
She does walk over and sit at the bar, nervously smiling as if unsure what to say, eventually deciding to start with a simple "Hi."
She notices him, a few of the eyes on her chitin plating shifting to look back at him. After a while, she closes her book as well, tucking it away in her coat pocket.
She speaks softly, with an accent, Russian. Her eyes smile as they analyze them, before speaking "Hungry? Thirsty?" She gestures with her claws.
"Dear, have we spoke at all in the past few days?" He asks, not having thought about it before, rubbing his hands together, "I don't believe that we have, and I don't enjoy that."
She thinks for a moment. "Oh, right. I think I'll just have a water for now, please. Still thinking of what to get." She responds, looking around for a menu of some kind.
"...Oh dear, I don't think we have either." She turns to face him, descending from the ceiling, the threads still attached to her joints like the strings of a puppet. "I'm sorry I haven't been around much. Work at the Fair has been busy these last few days."
She slides a menu in front of them with one hand as she pours them a glass of water, all the glasses having scratches on them because of her claws. She sits down next to them, taking off her helmet, showing shes drop dead gorgeous with long black hair and sharp features.
"No no, its fine, you have work to do, I couldn't blame you for working on your passion." He smiles as she comes down, "It is fine, we are speaking now, and we will speak again, we have eternity, darling."
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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.'
He walks with him. "if i didnt, you would be dead."
The knights bristle at her touch but walk behind her
*Eh, I may have to go for Spanish soon.*
He laughs, agreeing with them before going into the library to find his brother.
She takes them to the orphanage and looks for Heath.
*Shame*
Theren sighs, popping his back and neck.
Heath is sitting at a table, staring at the wall. As soon as the knights see him they walk up to him. "Young master what you did was reckless." Leon says harshly.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He walks with him. "if i didnt, you would be dead."
The knights bristle at her touch but walk behind her
*Eh, I may have to go for Spanish soon.*
He laughs, agreeing with them before going into the library to find his brother.
She takes them to the orphanage and looks for Heath.
*Shame*
Theren sighs, popping his back and neck.
Heath is sitting at a table, staring at the wall. As soon as the knights see him they walk up to him. "Young master what you did was reckless." Leon says harshly.
They find Sanviento reading a book at a table, humming to himself.
She slaps Leon, and walks over to sit next to Heath, "Are ya doin' okay Heath? I'm gonna get ya yer papa back now, okay?" She says, smiling down at them.
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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.'
He walks with him. "if i didnt, you would be dead."
The knights bristle at her touch but walk behind her
*Eh, I may have to go for Spanish soon.*
He laughs, agreeing with them before going into the library to find his brother.
She takes them to the orphanage and looks for Heath.
*Shame*
Theren sighs, popping his back and neck.
Heath is sitting at a table, staring at the wall. As soon as the knights see him they walk up to him. "Young master what you did was reckless." Leon says harshly.
They find Sanviento reading a book at a table, humming to himself.
She slaps Leon, and walks over to sit next to Heath, "Are ya doin' okay Heath? I'm gonna get ya yer papa back now, okay?" She says, smiling down at them.
Theren knocks lightly on the wall. "Sanviento, right?"
He nods. Leon twitches as his metal shell is slapped, his hand itching for his weapon but is stopped by Atres.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She speaks softly, with an accent, Russian. Her eyes smile as they analyze them, before speaking "Hungry? Thirsty?" She gestures with her claws.
"Dear, have we spoke at all in the past few days?" He asks, not having thought about it before, rubbing his hands together, "I don't believe that we have, and I don't enjoy that."
She thinks for a moment. "Oh, right. I think I'll just have a water for now, please. Still thinking of what to get." She responds, looking around for a menu of some kind.
"...Oh dear, I don't think we have either." She turns to face him, descending from the ceiling, the threads still attached to her joints like the strings of a puppet. "I'm sorry I haven't been around much. Work at the Fair has been busy these last few days."
She slides a menu in front of them with one hand as she pours them a glass of water, all the glasses having scratches on them because of her claws. She sits down next to them, taking off her helmet, showing shes drop dead gorgeous with long black hair and sharp features.
"No no, its fine, you have work to do, I couldn't blame you for working on your passion." He smiles as she comes down, "It is fine, we are speaking now, and we will speak again, we have eternity, darling."
"T- Thank you." She says, stammering slightly, looking through the menu and holding it somewhat close to her face to hide her blushing.
"We do- though I'd hate to spend any statistically significant portion of infinity without you." She responds, her mask 'smiling as well'.
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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)
"T- Thank you." She says, stammering slightly, looking through the menu and holding it somewhat close to her face to hide her blushing.
"We do- though I'd hate to spend any statistically significant portion of infinity without you." She responds, her mask 'smiling as well'.
There seems to be endless possibilities for what they can order. She drinks from her glass of vodka, looking at her combat helmet, "Don't hide your beauty behind that flimsy paper."
He walks over and hugs them, "I've been going research on the state of Nightmares, mainly for learning how to kiss you again, and I think I have found some things."
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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.'
"T- Thank you." She says, stammering slightly, looking through the menu and holding it somewhat close to her face to hide her blushing.
"We do- though I'd hate to spend any statistically significant portion of infinity without you." She responds, her mask 'smiling as well'.
There seems to be endless possibilities for what they can order. She drinks from her glass of vodka, looking at her combat helmet, "Don't hide your beauty behind that flimsy paper."
He walks over and hugs them, "I've been going research on the state of Nightmares, mainly for learning how to kiss you again, and I think I have found some things."
Her eyes widen slightly at her words, only hesitating for a brief moment before she puts the menu back to a normal distance from her face. "What's your name?" She asks, still weighing her options as to what to get.
"Really? I'm all ears... well, figuratively. I don't think I have any ears anymore." She responds, eager to hear what he's figured out.
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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)
"T- Thank you." She says, stammering slightly, looking through the menu and holding it somewhat close to her face to hide her blushing.
"We do- though I'd hate to spend any statistically significant portion of infinity without you." She responds, her mask 'smiling as well'.
There seems to be endless possibilities for what they can order. She drinks from her glass of vodka, looking at her combat helmet, "Don't hide your beauty behind that flimsy paper."
He walks over and hugs them, "I've been going research on the state of Nightmares, mainly for learning how to kiss you again, and I think I have found some things."
Her eyes widen slightly at her words, only hesitating for a brief moment before she puts the menu back to a normal distance from her face. "What's your name?" She asks, still weighing her options as to what to get.
"Really? I'm all ears... well, figuratively. I don't think I have any ears anymore." She responds, eager to hear what he's figured out.
"Natasha, was my grandmother's name, strong woman, dangerous. What is your name?" She pours herself another glass, draining it soon after, not smiling, but her eyes show most of her emotions.
"Well that is the thing, we are forms made by fear and dark energy, if we learn to master that energy in manipulation, we can take whatever form and features we would like."
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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.'
"T- Thank you." She says, stammering slightly, looking through the menu and holding it somewhat close to her face to hide her blushing.
"We do- though I'd hate to spend any statistically significant portion of infinity without you." She responds, her mask 'smiling as well'.
There seems to be endless possibilities for what they can order. She drinks from her glass of vodka, looking at her combat helmet, "Don't hide your beauty behind that flimsy paper."
He walks over and hugs them, "I've been going research on the state of Nightmares, mainly for learning how to kiss you again, and I think I have found some things."
Her eyes widen slightly at her words, only hesitating for a brief moment before she puts the menu back to a normal distance from her face. "What's your name?" She asks, still weighing her options as to what to get.
"Really? I'm all ears... well, figuratively. I don't think I have any ears anymore." She responds, eager to hear what he's figured out.
"Natasha, was my grandmother's name, strong woman, dangerous. What is your name?" She pours herself another glass, draining it soon after, not smiling, but her eyes show most of her emotions.
"Well that is the thing, we are forms made by fear and dark energy, if we learn to master that energy in manipulation, we can take whatever form and features we would like."
"Mavis. I think it was my great grandmother's name- I don't know much about her, though. She died before I was born." She responds, taking a sip of water. "Natasha's a lovely name."
"I see... so it wouldn't be limited by anything? That does sound wonderful." She thinks for a second, having an idea. "Of course... that's why it made us like this. Perfection isn't featureless- it's every feature at once. Every possibility. All the creative freedom with none of the limits."
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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)
"Mavis. I think it was my great grandmother's name- I don't know much about her, though. She died before I was born." She responds, taking a sip of water. "Natasha's a lovely name."
"I see... so it wouldn't be limited by anything? That does sound wonderful." She thinks for a second, having an idea. "Of course... that's why it made us like this. Perfection isn't featureless- it's every feature at once. Every possibility. All the creative freedom with none of the limits."
"As is Mavis. I don't know much about my grandmother, died killing an entire pack of dire wolves to protect family." She says casually, her eyes glow with a little bit of pride in the action "Honorable."
He nods "I wondered, why is my form so shapeable, then I began to think and came to the same conclusion, though there do seem to be some limits, as if we haven't yet achieved true perfection but a fraction of it. Though what we aren't able to do seems to be inconsequential."
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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.'
Theren knocks lightly on the wall. "Sanviento, right?"
He nods. Leon twitches as his metal shell is slapped, his hand itching for his weapon but is stopped by Atres.
He looks up from his book, his eyes tired, "Hello, what do you want?"
She begins to write a magic circle on the table with some chalk "Do you have anythin' from yer father? A locket, a picture, anythin'?"
*Sorry, was at lunch*
"So, my names Theren. Uh, i ate the god that was inside Damien or whatever. I was wondering what the gods powers were."
He shakes his head no. Leon places a gentle hand on Heath's shoulder. "Unfortunately his father didn't leave anything to him. We had to leave in a hurry."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Mavis. I think it was my great grandmother's name- I don't know much about her, though. She died before I was born." She responds, taking a sip of water. "Natasha's a lovely name."
"I see... so it wouldn't be limited by anything? That does sound wonderful." She thinks for a second, having an idea. "Of course... that's why it made us like this. Perfection isn't featureless- it's every feature at once. Every possibility. All the creative freedom with none of the limits."
"As is Mavis. I don't know much about my grandmother, died killing an entire pack of dire wolves to protect family." She says casually, her eyes glow with a little bit of pride in the action "Honorable."
He nods "I wondered, why is my form so shapeable, then I began to think and came to the same conclusion, though there do seem to be some limits, as if we haven't yet achieved true perfection but a fraction of it. Though what we aren't able to do seems to be inconsequential."
"W- Wow. Honorable indeed." She responds, a little surprised at how casually she said that but also awed.
"Well, we have eternity- we'll achieve true perfection soon enough." She thinks for a moment. "I wonder, then, why I was given a less shapeable form. It gave me a hard shell of plating that limits me... I think it's meant to symbolize something, but I'm not sure what..."
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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)
"Mavis. I think it was my great grandmother's name- I don't know much about her, though. She died before I was born." She responds, taking a sip of water. "Natasha's a lovely name."
"I see... so it wouldn't be limited by anything? That does sound wonderful." She thinks for a second, having an idea. "Of course... that's why it made us like this. Perfection isn't featureless- it's every feature at once. Every possibility. All the creative freedom with none of the limits."
"As is Mavis. I don't know much about my grandmother, died killing an entire pack of dire wolves to protect family." She says casually, her eyes glow with a little bit of pride in the action "Honorable."
He nods "I wondered, why is my form so shapeable, then I began to think and came to the same conclusion, though there do seem to be some limits, as if we haven't yet achieved true perfection but a fraction of it. Though what we aren't able to do seems to be inconsequential."
"W- Wow. Honorable indeed." She responds, a little surprised at how casually she said that but also awed.
"Well, we have eternity- we'll achieve true perfection soon enough." She thinks for a moment. "I wonder, then, why I was given a less shapeable form. It gave me a hard shell of plating that limits me... I think it's meant to symbolize something, but I'm not sure what..."
"Would you like something to eat?" She asks, standing up and walking into the small kitchen, beginning to work on making something.
"I would have to think about why, but maybe that is for purely you to know, it is your form." He smiles at them before sitting back down "Would you like to do anything today? I have been busying myself with little nothings all this time."
She speaks softly, with an accent, Russian. Her eyes smile as they analyze them, before speaking "Hungry? Thirsty?" She gestures with her claws.
"Dear, have we spoke at all in the past few days?" He asks, not having thought about it before, rubbing his hands together, "I don't believe that we have, and I don't enjoy that."
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 thinks for a moment. "Oh, right. I think I'll just have a water for now, please. Still thinking of what to get." She responds, looking around for a menu of some kind.
"...Oh dear, I don't think we have either." She turns to face him, descending from the ceiling, the threads still attached to her joints like the strings of a puppet. "I'm sorry I haven't been around much. Work at the Fair has been busy these last few days."
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 slides a menu in front of them with one hand as she pours them a glass of water, all the glasses having scratches on them because of her claws. She sits down next to them, taking off her helmet, showing shes drop dead gorgeous with long black hair and sharp features.
"No no, its fine, you have work to do, I couldn't blame you for working on your passion." He smiles as she comes down, "It is fine, we are speaking now, and we will speak again, we have eternity, darling."
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 bout the wait. English class*
He walks with him. "if i didnt, you would be dead."
The knights bristle at her touch but walk behind her
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Eh, I may have to go for Spanish soon.*
He laughs, agreeing with them before going into the library to find his brother.
She takes them to the orphanage and looks for Heath.
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.)
(hi theren)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
*Shame*
Theren sighs, popping his back and neck.
Heath is sitting at a table, staring at the wall. As soon as the knights see him they walk up to him. "Young master what you did was reckless." Leon says harshly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They find Sanviento reading a book at a table, humming to himself.
She slaps Leon, and walks over to sit next to Heath, "Are ya doin' okay Heath? I'm gonna get ya yer papa back now, okay?" She says, smiling down at them.
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.)
Theren knocks lightly on the wall. "Sanviento, right?"
He nods. Leon twitches as his metal shell is slapped, his hand itching for his weapon but is stopped by Atres.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"T- Thank you." She says, stammering slightly, looking through the menu and holding it somewhat close to her face to hide her blushing.
"We do- though I'd hate to spend any statistically significant portion of infinity without you." She responds, her mask 'smiling as well'.
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 looks up from his book, his eyes tired, "Hello, what do you want?"
She begins to write a magic circle on the table with some chalk "Do you have anythin' from yer father? A locket, a picture, anythin'?"
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.)
There seems to be endless possibilities for what they can order. She drinks from her glass of vodka, looking at her combat helmet, "Don't hide your beauty behind that flimsy paper."
He walks over and hugs them, "I've been going research on the state of Nightmares, mainly for learning how to kiss you again, and I think I have found some things."
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.)
(does anyone want to rp)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
Her eyes widen slightly at her words, only hesitating for a brief moment before she puts the menu back to a normal distance from her face. "What's your name?" She asks, still weighing her options as to what to get.
"Really? I'm all ears... well, figuratively. I don't think I have any ears anymore." She responds, eager to hear what he's figured out.
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)
"Natasha, was my grandmother's name, strong woman, dangerous. What is your name?" She pours herself another glass, draining it soon after, not smiling, but her eyes show most of her emotions.
"Well that is the thing, we are forms made by fear and dark energy, if we learn to master that energy in manipulation, we can take whatever form and features we would like."
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.)
"Mavis. I think it was my great grandmother's name- I don't know much about her, though. She died before I was born." She responds, taking a sip of water. "Natasha's a lovely name."
"I see... so it wouldn't be limited by anything? That does sound wonderful." She thinks for a second, having an idea. "Of course... that's why it made us like this. Perfection isn't featureless- it's every feature at once. Every possibility. All the creative freedom with none of the limits."
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)
"As is Mavis. I don't know much about my grandmother, died killing an entire pack of dire wolves to protect family." She says casually, her eyes glow with a little bit of pride in the action "Honorable."
He nods "I wondered, why is my form so shapeable, then I began to think and came to the same conclusion, though there do seem to be some limits, as if we haven't yet achieved true perfection but a fraction of it. Though what we aren't able to do seems to be inconsequential."
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, was at lunch*
"So, my names Theren. Uh, i ate the god that was inside Damien or whatever. I was wondering what the gods powers were."
He shakes his head no. Leon places a gentle hand on Heath's shoulder. "Unfortunately his father didn't leave anything to him. We had to leave in a hurry."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"W- Wow. Honorable indeed." She responds, a little surprised at how casually she said that but also awed.
"Well, we have eternity- we'll achieve true perfection soon enough." She thinks for a moment. "I wonder, then, why I was given a less shapeable form. It gave me a hard shell of plating that limits me... I think it's meant to symbolize something, but I'm not sure what..."
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)
"Would you like something to eat?" She asks, standing up and walking into the small kitchen, beginning to work on making something.
"I would have to think about why, but maybe that is for purely you to know, it is your form." He smiles at them before sitting back down "Would you like to do anything today? I have been busying myself with little nothings all this time."
*Sorry for the delay.*
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.)