*Sorry I missed this, yeah I was going to use him as a DMPC for my campaign, Hexblade Warlock Multi class Rogue, sniper rifle that talks to him and tells him to do terrible things. He's also in love with 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.'
Helianth is inside the Spelljammer, tending to four small ceramic pots of ash that have more of that wretched, twisting bramble within them. It seems to be molding them into specific shapes, though.
The Architect has turned on the incubator under the Faceless Fair, the tank at the engine's center being filled to the brim with a potent mixture of Old Blood, Dark Energy, and a few other aberrant additives. Now, she's waiting to see if her creation worked.
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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)
Helianth is inside the Spelljammer, tending to four small ceramic pots of ash that have more of that wretched, twisting bramble within them. It seems to be molding them into specific shapes, though.
The Architect has turned on the incubator under the Faceless Fair, the tank at the engine's center being filled to the brim with a potent mixture of Old Blood, Dark Energy, and a few other aberrant additives. Now, she's waiting to see if her creation worked.
Tim has decided he wants to live a normal life, or as normal as he can get with Helianth being their parent and being an angel for them, his appearance occasionally shifting between the plant fiber and metal of Helianth and normal human skin.
Above them, black tar begins to drip, falling down next to them and sizzling against the ground. Henry has come to check with them as the mixture begins to pull itself together, an effect beginning to happen similar to what had happened to them at the beach.
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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.'
Helianth is inside the Spelljammer, tending to four small ceramic pots of ash that have more of that wretched, twisting bramble within them. It seems to be molding them into specific shapes, though.
The Architect has turned on the incubator under the Faceless Fair, the tank at the engine's center being filled to the brim with a potent mixture of Old Blood, Dark Energy, and a few other aberrant additives. Now, she's waiting to see if her creation worked.
Tim has decided he wants to live a normal life, or as normal as he can get with Helianth being their parent and being an angel for them, his appearance occasionally shifting between the plant fiber and metal of Helianth and normal human skin.
Above them, black tar begins to drip, falling down next to them and sizzling against the ground. Henry has come to check with them as the mixture begins to pull itself together, an effect beginning to happen similar to what had happened to them at the beach.
One of its flower heads looks back over its shoulder at him, the angel of emptiness shifting its wings slightly as to not block its vision. "Good morning, Tim." It starts, before noticing the shifting. "You're flickering between two states. Are you consciously causing that?" It asks, more curious than anything.
When Henry arrives, it's after a few hours have passed- only now is the mixture beginning to coalesce to bring forth something wicked. "I was wondering where you went." She says, looking in his general direction with a smile on her mask, knowing he's there. "It should only be a little while longer before it happens."
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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)
Helianth is inside the Spelljammer, tending to four small ceramic pots of ash that have more of that wretched, twisting bramble within them. It seems to be molding them into specific shapes, though.
The Architect has turned on the incubator under the Faceless Fair, the tank at the engine's center being filled to the brim with a potent mixture of Old Blood, Dark Energy, and a few other aberrant additives. Now, she's waiting to see if her creation worked.
Tim has decided he wants to live a normal life, or as normal as he can get with Helianth being their parent and being an angel for them, his appearance occasionally shifting between the plant fiber and metal of Helianth and normal human skin.
Above them, black tar begins to drip, falling down next to them and sizzling against the ground. Henry has come to check with them as the mixture begins to pull itself together, an effect beginning to happen similar to what had happened to them at the beach.
One of its flower heads looks back over its shoulder at him, the angel of emptiness shifting its wings slightly as to not block its vision. "Good morning, Tim." It starts, before noticing the shifting. "You're flickering between two states. Are you consciously causing that?" It asks, more curious than anything.
When Henry arrives, it's after a few hours have passed- only now is the mixture beginning to coalesce to bring forth something wicked. "I was wondering where you went." She says, looking in his general direction with a smile on her mask, knowing he's there. "It should only be a little while longer before it happens."
He smiles and hugs them, tilting his head curiously "I am shifting forms?" He asks, seemingly entirely unaware of what he happens to be doing, whenever he looks down he looks the same every time.
He completely forms once enough of the black tar comes together, smiling at them when he's all together, his teeth looking mostly normal "My apologizes my love, I had something to do, visit an old friend of mine. I am happy I still made it in time before missing, how is it coming along?"
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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.'
Tim has decided he wants to live a normal life, or as normal as he can get with Helianth being their parent and being an angel for them, his appearance occasionally shifting between the plant fiber and metal of Helianth and normal human skin.
Above them, black tar begins to drip, falling down next to them and sizzling against the ground. Henry has come to check with them as the mixture begins to pull itself together, an effect beginning to happen similar to what had happened to them at the beach.
One of its flower heads looks back over its shoulder at him, the angel of emptiness shifting its wings slightly as to not block its vision. "Good morning, Tim." It starts, before noticing the shifting. "You're flickering between two states. Are you consciously causing that?" It asks, more curious than anything.
When Henry arrives, it's after a few hours have passed- only now is the mixture beginning to coalesce to bring forth something wicked. "I was wondering where you went." She says, looking in his general direction with a smile on her mask, knowing he's there. "It should only be a little while longer before it happens."
He smiles and hugs them, tilting his head curiously "I am shifting forms?" He asks, seemingly entirely unaware of what he happens to be doing, whenever he looks down he looks the same every time.
He completely forms once enough of the black tar comes together, smiling at them when he's all together, his teeth looking mostly normal "My apologizes my love, I had something to do, visit an old friend of mine. I am happy I still made it in time before missing, how is it coming along?"
"Ah, so it isn't a conscious choice." It responds, hugging him back with one arm, its wing somewhat curling around them as well, all its other appendages tending to the growing... whatever they are that's in those pots. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll see it soon enough."
"It's fine- all you missed was a few hours of not much happening." She looks back over at the incubator- the Dark Energy from both the Fair, and trace amounts from each of them, is beginning to form something, though all they can see is a blurry silhouette in the blood. "Looks like it's working well so far. I'm curious what the result will look like."
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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)
"Ah, so it isn't a conscious choice." It responds, hugging him back with one arm, its wing somewhat curling around them as well, all its other appendages tending to the growing... whatever they are that's in those pots. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll see it soon enough."
"It's fine- all you missed was a few hours of not much happening." She looks back over at the incubator- the Dark Energy from both the Fair, and trace amounts from each of them, is beginning to form something, though all they can see is a blurry silhouette in the blood. "Looks like it's working well so far. I'm curious what the result will look like."
He breaks the hug to go look and see what is over there, walking over to the pots and looking inside "What are you growing? I've already made so many avatars? You can always make more, but is it an avatar?"
"I can only hope to see what may occur, the first few hours must have been absolutely awful, I apologize for taking so long, though I am finally here now." He hugs them, smiling up at them before looking back to whatever might be forming of blood and dark energy. He walks close to look inside and see what he can of what it may be.
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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.'
"Ah, so it isn't a conscious choice." It responds, hugging him back with one arm, its wing somewhat curling around them as well, all its other appendages tending to the growing... whatever they are that's in those pots. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll see it soon enough."
"It's fine- all you missed was a few hours of not much happening." She looks back over at the incubator- the Dark Energy from both the Fair, and trace amounts from each of them, is beginning to form something, though all they can see is a blurry silhouette in the blood. "Looks like it's working well so far. I'm curious what the result will look like."
He breaks the hug to go look and see what is over there, walking over to the pots and looking inside "What are you growing? I've already made so many avatars? You can always make more, but is it an avatar?"
"I can only hope to see what may occur, the first few hours must have been absolutely awful, I apologize for taking so long, though I am finally here now." He hugs them, smiling up at them before looking back to whatever might be forming of blood and dark energy. He walks close to look inside and see what he can of what it may be.
There are four of the clay pots- each one much smaller than the ones meant for growing avatars- that have growths that have been pruned and trimmed and shaped into very particular configurations. They almost look like tools of some kind, with bone-plated handles devoid of thorns and different shapes at their tops. One has a cutting blade made of jagged teeth, two have trident-like points at their tops (with one being slightly shorter than the other), and the last bears a bowl-like shape at its top. "Artifacts. Tools for helping with the preparation of stars."
Whatever is developing inside the tank, it doesn't seem to be humanoid. For one, it's larger than any normal infant would be- roughly the size of a cat. It also has far too many sharp bits poking out of its body at odd angles. "It should only be a few minutes, now. At least, if I made it correctly." She steps closer as well, taking off her mask- she wants their child to be able to see her face.
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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)
There are four of the clay pots- each one much smaller than the ones meant for growing avatars- that have growths that have been pruned and trimmed and shaped into very particular configurations. They almost look like tools of some kind, with bone-plated handles devoid of thorns and different shapes at their tops. One has a cutting blade made of jagged teeth, two have trident-like points at their tops (with one being slightly shorter than the other), and the last bears a bowl-like shape at its top. "Artifacts. Tools for helping with the preparation of stars."
Whatever is developing inside the tank, it doesn't seem to be humanoid. For one, it's larger than any normal infant would be- roughly the size of a cat. It also has far too many sharp bits poking out of its body at odd angles. "It should only be a few minutes, now. At least, if I made it correctly." She steps closer as well, taking off her mask- she wants their child to be able to see her face.
"Artifacts? Interesting, you can make them? Can I?" He asks, opens his book and begins flipping pages, beginning to write down things before they answer, drawing some magical circles and such things.
He softly smiles at them, shifting his own shape to be looking closer to his truer form, becoming his original and horrifying self, a monster of an entity. He waits for the child to completely develop, looking down at them all the while.
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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.'
There are four of the clay pots- each one much smaller than the ones meant for growing avatars- that have growths that have been pruned and trimmed and shaped into very particular configurations. They almost look like tools of some kind, with bone-plated handles devoid of thorns and different shapes at their tops. One has a cutting blade made of jagged teeth, two have trident-like points at their tops (with one being slightly shorter than the other), and the last bears a bowl-like shape at its top. "Artifacts. Tools for helping with the preparation of stars."
Whatever is developing inside the tank, it doesn't seem to be humanoid. For one, it's larger than any normal infant would be- roughly the size of a cat. It also has far too many sharp bits poking out of its body at odd angles. "It should only be a few minutes, now. At least, if I made it correctly." She steps closer as well, taking off her mask- she wants their child to be able to see her face.
"Artifacts? Interesting, you can make them? Can I?" He asks, opens his book and begins flipping pages, beginning to write down things before they answer, drawing some magical circles and such things.
He softly smiles at them, shifting his own shape to be looking closer to his truer form, becoming his original and horrifying self, a monster of an entity. He waits for the child to completely develop, looking down at them all the while.
"I'm certain you could make a divine artifact if you wanted to." It looks at his notes as he writes, its curiosity only growing. "Do you already have an idea for one?"
KK's eyes hold a smile that her faceless void cannot otherwise convey without her mask. After a few minutes more, the little nightmare starts to twitch its different limbs, having fully formed. She reaches down to the tank and scoops up the newborn horror so they can see, cradling it in her many arms. It's a spindly creature with a long segmented body and an uneven amount of insect-like legs, seemingly made of interlocking bits of carved bone that ooze an inky, tar-like substance. Its 'face' is a small porcelain mask with three eye-holes of different sizes, within which can be seen a shifting miasma with three silvery eyes. The child's first sounds are a mixture of inhuman chittering and hissing. KK is speechless.
"I'm certain you could make a divine artifact if you wanted to." It looks at his notes as he writes, its curiosity only growing. "Do you already have an idea for one?"
KK's eyes hold a smile that her faceless void cannot otherwise convey without her mask. After a few minutes more, the little nightmare starts to twitch its different limbs, having fully formed. She reaches down to the tank and scoops up the newborn horror so they can see, cradling it in her many arms. It's a spindly creature with a long segmented body and an uneven amount of insect-like legs, seemingly made of interlocking bits of carved bone that ooze an inky, tar-like substance. Its 'face' is a small porcelain mask with three eye-holes of different sizes, within which can be seen a shifting miasma with three silvery eyes. The child's first sounds are a mixture of inhuman chittering and hissing. KK is speechless.
"Maybe... I'm just feeling some inspiration and I feel like using it before it's gone." He begins to make an incredibly detailed drawing of something, despite not being an artist.
He looks over to the creature, leaning in close as his immorphous form wraps around KK, smiling down at the child. He has no words himself, looking with hollow eyes. A hand of his own reaches down, assisting in cradling the creature.
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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'm certain you could make a divine artifact if you wanted to." It looks at his notes as he writes, its curiosity only growing. "Do you already have an idea for one?"
KK's eyes hold a smile that her faceless void cannot otherwise convey without her mask. After a few minutes more, the little nightmare starts to twitch its different limbs, having fully formed. She reaches down to the tank and scoops up the newborn horror so they can see, cradling it in her many arms. It's a spindly creature with a long segmented body and an uneven amount of insect-like legs, seemingly made of interlocking bits of carved bone that ooze an inky, tar-like substance. Its 'face' is a small porcelain mask with three eye-holes of different sizes, within which can be seen a shifting miasma with three silvery eyes. The child's first sounds are a mixture of inhuman chittering and hissing. KK is speechless.
"Maybe... I'm just feeling some inspiration and I feel like using it before it's gone." He begins to make an incredibly detailed drawing of something, despite not being an artist.
He looks over to the creature, leaning in close as his amorphous form wraps around KK, smiling down at the child. He has no words himself, looking with hollow eyes. A hand of his own reaches down, assisting in cradling the creature.
It watches as he draws, a mixture of intrigued and proud. "You're using it very well." It responds, watching with one flower head while the rest tend to its own project, continuing to shape the tools into artifacts of divine power.
As his hand lowers towards them, the child reaches towards it curiously with two of its legs, making a chirping sound, its silvery eyes shimmering a bit. "They have your eyes." KK says, her voice wavering slightly, inky tears of joy dripping from the cloud of shadowy miasma that is her face.
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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)
It watches as he draws, a mixture of intrigued and proud. "You're using it very well." It responds, watching with one flower head while the rest tend to its own project, continuing to shape the tools into artifacts of divine power.
As his hand lowers towards them, the child reaches towards it curiously with two of its legs, making a chirping sound, its silvery eyes shimmering a bit. "They have your eyes." KK says, her voice wavering slightly, inky tears of joy dripping from the cloud of shadowy miasma that is her face.
He walks over to the couch, continuing to draw as he sits down, unwittingly power begins to gather all around him, coming together as he continues working on just the drawing, overwhelming even to a god.
"And your facial structure." He says, his voice filled with joy and pride, coming close to them, smiling down at them, looking happily at their new child "I... I am so very happy, I don't know how to convey... this is the greatest day of my life, bar our wedding."
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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.'
It watches as he draws, a mixture of intrigued and proud. "You're using it very well." It responds, watching with one flower head while the rest tend to its own project, continuing to shape the tools into artifacts of divine power.
As his hand lowers towards them, the child reaches towards it curiously with two of its legs, making a chirping sound, its silvery eyes shimmering a bit. "They have your eyes." KK says, her voice wavering slightly, inky tears of joy dripping from the cloud of shadowy miasma that is her face.
He walks over to the couch, continuing to draw as he sits down, unwittingly power begins to gather all around him, coming together as he continues working on just the drawing, overwhelming even to a god.
"And your facial structure." He says, his voice filled with joy and pride, coming close to them, smiling down at them, looking happily at their new child "I... I am so very happy, I don't know how to convey... this is the greatest day of my life, bar our wedding."
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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.'
It watches as he draws, a mixture of intrigued and proud. "You're using it very well." It responds, watching with one flower head while the rest tend to its own project, continuing to shape the tools into artifacts of divine power.
As his hand lowers towards them, the child reaches towards it curiously with two of its legs, making a chirping sound, its silvery eyes shimmering a bit. "They have your eyes." KK says, her voice wavering slightly, inky tears of joy dripping from the cloud of shadowy miasma that is her face.
He walks over to the couch, continuing to draw as he sits down, unwittingly power begins to gather all around him, coming together as he continues working on just the drawing, overwhelming even to a god.
"And your facial structure." He says, his voice filled with joy and pride, coming close to them, smiling down at them, looking happily at their new child "I... I am so very happy, I don't know how to convey... this is the greatest day of my life, bar our wedding."
It notices the growing power, tending to its own creation for a little while longer before it sits near the couch itself, eagerly waiting to see what he's creating.
"This is... this is better than anything I could have imagined. Bar our wedding and what followed after, I... I think this is the greatest day of my life as well." The newborn nightmare looks between its two parents, followed by more, happy-sounding chittering. She joyfully laughs a tiny bit. "What should we name them?"
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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)
*Sorry I missed this, yeah I was going to use him as a DMPC for my campaign, Hexblade Warlock Multi class Rogue, sniper rifle that talks to him and tells him to do terrible things. He's also in love with 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.)
*Alrighty, I'm back once again- at least, for a little while. Does anyone want 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)
*Okay, I am also back and finally able to rp with you, if you are willing.*
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.)
*Wonderful! Here, catch! [gently tosses characters]*
Helianth is inside the Spelljammer, tending to four small ceramic pots of ash that have more of that wretched, twisting bramble within them. It seems to be molding them into specific shapes, though.
The Architect has turned on the incubator under the Faceless Fair, the tank at the engine's center being filled to the brim with a potent mixture of Old Blood, Dark Energy, and a few other aberrant additives. Now, she's waiting to see if her creation worked.
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)
Tim has decided he wants to live a normal life, or as normal as he can get with Helianth being their parent and being an angel for them, his appearance occasionally shifting between the plant fiber and metal of Helianth and normal human skin.
Above them, black tar begins to drip, falling down next to them and sizzling against the ground. Henry has come to check with them as the mixture begins to pull itself together, an effect beginning to happen similar to what had happened to them at the beach.
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.)
One of its flower heads looks back over its shoulder at him, the angel of emptiness shifting its wings slightly as to not block its vision. "Good morning, Tim." It starts, before noticing the shifting. "You're flickering between two states. Are you consciously causing that?" It asks, more curious than anything.
When Henry arrives, it's after a few hours have passed- only now is the mixture beginning to coalesce to bring forth something wicked. "I was wondering where you went." She says, looking in his general direction with a smile on her mask, knowing he's there. "It should only be a little while longer before it happens."
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 and hugs them, tilting his head curiously "I am shifting forms?" He asks, seemingly entirely unaware of what he happens to be doing, whenever he looks down he looks the same every time.
He completely forms once enough of the black tar comes together, smiling at them when he's all together, his teeth looking mostly normal "My apologizes my love, I had something to do, visit an old friend of mine. I am happy I still made it in time before missing, how is it coming along?"
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.)
"Ah, so it isn't a conscious choice." It responds, hugging him back with one arm, its wing somewhat curling around them as well, all its other appendages tending to the growing... whatever they are that's in those pots. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll see it soon enough."
"It's fine- all you missed was a few hours of not much happening." She looks back over at the incubator- the Dark Energy from both the Fair, and trace amounts from each of them, is beginning to form something, though all they can see is a blurry silhouette in the blood. "Looks like it's working well so far. I'm curious what the result will look 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)
He breaks the hug to go look and see what is over there, walking over to the pots and looking inside "What are you growing? I've already made so many avatars? You can always make more, but is it an avatar?"
"I can only hope to see what may occur, the first few hours must have been absolutely awful, I apologize for taking so long, though I am finally here now." He hugs them, smiling up at them before looking back to whatever might be forming of blood and dark energy. He walks close to look inside and see what he can of what it may be.
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 are four of the clay pots- each one much smaller than the ones meant for growing avatars- that have growths that have been pruned and trimmed and shaped into very particular configurations. They almost look like tools of some kind, with bone-plated handles devoid of thorns and different shapes at their tops. One has a cutting blade made of jagged teeth, two have trident-like points at their tops (with one being slightly shorter than the other), and the last bears a bowl-like shape at its top. "Artifacts. Tools for helping with the preparation of stars."
Whatever is developing inside the tank, it doesn't seem to be humanoid. For one, it's larger than any normal infant would be- roughly the size of a cat. It also has far too many sharp bits poking out of its body at odd angles. "It should only be a few minutes, now. At least, if I made it correctly." She steps closer as well, taking off her mask- she wants their child to be able to see her face.
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)
"Artifacts? Interesting, you can make them? Can I?" He asks, opens his book and begins flipping pages, beginning to write down things before they answer, drawing some magical circles and such things.
He softly smiles at them, shifting his own shape to be looking closer to his truer form, becoming his original and horrifying self, a monster of an entity. He waits for the child to completely develop, looking down at them all the while.
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 certain you could make a divine artifact if you wanted to." It looks at his notes as he writes, its curiosity only growing. "Do you already have an idea for one?"
KK's eyes hold a smile that her faceless void cannot otherwise convey without her mask. After a few minutes more, the little nightmare starts to twitch its different limbs, having fully formed. She reaches down to the tank and scoops up the newborn horror so they can see, cradling it in her many arms. It's a spindly creature with a long segmented body and an uneven amount of insect-like legs, seemingly made of interlocking bits of carved bone that ooze an inky, tar-like substance. Its 'face' is a small porcelain mask with three eye-holes of different sizes, within which can be seen a shifting miasma with three silvery eyes. The child's first sounds are a mixture of inhuman chittering and hissing. KK is speechless.
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)
"Maybe... I'm just feeling some inspiration and I feel like using it before it's gone." He begins to make an incredibly detailed drawing of something, despite not being an artist.
He looks over to the creature, leaning in close as his immorphous form wraps around KK, smiling down at the child. He has no words himself, looking with hollow eyes. A hand of his own reaches down, assisting in cradling the creature.
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.)
It watches as he draws, a mixture of intrigued and proud. "You're using it very well." It responds, watching with one flower head while the rest tend to its own project, continuing to shape the tools into artifacts of divine power.
As his hand lowers towards them, the child reaches towards it curiously with two of its legs, making a chirping sound, its silvery eyes shimmering a bit. "They have your eyes." KK says, her voice wavering slightly, inky tears of joy dripping from the cloud of shadowy miasma that is her face.
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 to the couch, continuing to draw as he sits down, unwittingly power begins to gather all around him, coming together as he continues working on just the drawing, overwhelming even to a god.
"And your facial structure." He says, his voice filled with joy and pride, coming close to them, smiling down at them, looking happily at their new child "I... I am so very happy, I don't know how to convey... this is the greatest day of my life, bar our wedding."
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 walks over to the couch, continuing to draw as he sits down, unwittingly power begins to gather all around him, coming together as he continues working on just the drawing, overwhelming even to a god.
"And your facial structure." He says, his voice filled with joy and pride, coming close to them, smiling down at them, looking happily at their new child "I... I am so very happy, I don't know how to convey... this is the greatest day of my life, bar our wedding."
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.)
It notices the growing power, tending to its own creation for a little while longer before it sits near the couch itself, eagerly waiting to see what he's creating.
"This is... this is better than anything I could have imagined. Bar our wedding and what followed after, I... I think this is the greatest day of my life as well." The newborn nightmare looks between its two parents, followed by more, happy-sounding chittering. She joyfully laughs a tiny bit. "What should we name them?"
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 apologize, I have to go Yvonne, very sorry.*
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.)
*Hello, children of the candy coal field*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hello, friend! How doth thee fare on this day?*
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)