Donn is out in the forest, his form rotting from the outside in. His three heads, the faces missing their skin, and baring gilded bones the world. He seems to be turning more animalistic the more time he spends in his own head, anger boiling under his rotting fur. The goats wandering around the forest, the ones he has plagued like a plant spreading its spores.
Carrion is still bandaging his body, now appearing more and more humans albeit wrapped head to toe in bandages.
Ryidan is sitting in the library, reading a book on the psyche.
The man who had the chess set yesterday walks out into the forest and sits on a fallen tree in front of Donn. He has a shotgun in his hands, but he doesn't aim it.
Atticus walks over, frowning. He flops down onto Carrion's new foot-like appendages.
Jacob is there, returning some books on anatomy.
"You... Left.. Me.." He snarls, the sound bubbling up from the back of the throat. His skull heads turn to them, their eyes still somehow set in the sockets.
Carrion looks up and tilts his head "Good morning. I thought that maybe I could form myself into something small so I would not scare people."
Ryidan looks up at him and narrows his eyes. He snaps his book shut, giving him the cold shoulder, and makes his way out to the main section of the tavern.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Beloved sister, I am quite well! I'm going to be playing Jacob more in an attempt to get him into more conflict. You don't really get to see who a person truly is until you see them under pressure or in absolute control. I also need to draw him sometime so I have an idea of what he actually looks like.*
*Good to hear you're doing well! I like the idea of involving Jacob in more conflict- more passive characters tend to be less developed than ones who are more actively progressing things, after all. He's a really cool character.*
*Speaking of characters, would you like to rp? I'd love to see more of Jacob, though I don't believe Stigmata has seen KK in a while either.*
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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)
Donn is out in the forest, his form rotting from the outside in. His three heads, the faces missing their skin, and baring gilded bones the world. He seems to be turning more animalistic the more time he spends in his own head, anger boiling under his rotting fur. The goats wandering around the forest, the ones he has plagued like a plant spreading its spores.
Carrion is still bandaging his body, now appearing more and more humans albeit wrapped head to toe in bandages.
Ryidan is sitting in the library, reading a book on the psyche.
Omori finds him decaying in the woods, and approaches concernedly but cautiously, sitting in the grass a short distance away.
Helianth is rooted into the soil a distance away, reading through a scroll covered in arcane sigils alien even to it.
Donn cracks open an eye that is still somehow in its socket "Hello Omori.." he rasps,
Carrion looks up at it, still admiring its beauty as a creature made of parts of material items unlike himself.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The man who had the chess set yesterday walks out into the forest and sits on a fallen tree in front of Donn. He has a shotgun in his hands, but he doesn't aim it.
Atticus walks over, frowning. He flops down onto Carrion's new foot-like appendages.
Jacob is there, returning some books on anatomy.
"You... Left.. Me.." He snarls, the sound bubbling up from the back of the throat. His skull heads turn to them, their eyes still somehow set in the sockets.
Carrion looks up and tilts his head "Good morning. I thought that maybe I could form myself into something small so I would not scare people."
Ryidan looks up at him and narrows his eyes. He snaps his book shut, giving him the cold shoulder, and makes his way out to the main section of the tavern.
He offers the trigger end of the shotgun. "I cannot talk your rage away. But I don't want to see you like this."
He props himself up on his elbow. "Why do you care?"
He looks over. After a couple minutes of internal deliberation, he follows. "What's wrong?"
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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.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
Donn is out in the forest, his form rotting from the outside in. His three heads, the faces missing their skin, and baring gilded bones the world. He seems to be turning more animalistic the more time he spends in his own head, anger boiling under his rotting fur. The goats wandering around the forest, the ones he has plagued like a plant spreading its spores.
Carrion is still bandaging his body, now appearing more and more humans albeit wrapped head to toe in bandages.
Ryidan is sitting in the library, reading a book on the psyche.
Omori finds him decaying in the woods, and approaches concernedly but cautiously, sitting in the grass a short distance away.
Helianth is rooted into the soil a distance away, reading through a scroll covered in arcane sigils alien even to it.
Donn cracks open an eye that is still somehow in its socket "Hello Omori.." he rasps,
Carrion looks up at it, still admiring its beauty as a creature made of parts of material items unlike himself.
"Hey, Donn." She responds. She's smiling a bit, but it's a sad sort of smile. "...Does it hurt? The rotting, I mean." She asks, concerned.
After a while, the angel of emptiness looks behind itself back at him, shifting its wings as to see them more clearly. "Hello again, Carrion." It starts. "Whatever are you doing with so many bandages, if I may ask? Are you hurt?"
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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)
The man who had the chess set yesterday walks out into the forest and sits on a fallen tree in front of Donn. He has a shotgun in his hands, but he doesn't aim it.
Atticus walks over, frowning. He flops down onto Carrion's new foot-like appendages.
Jacob is there, returning some books on anatomy.
"You... Left.. Me.." He snarls, the sound bubbling up from the back of the throat. His skull heads turn to them, their eyes still somehow set in the sockets.
Carrion looks up and tilts his head "Good morning. I thought that maybe I could form myself into something small so I would not scare people."
Ryidan looks up at him and narrows his eyes. He snaps his book shut, giving him the cold shoulder, and makes his way out to the main section of the tavern.
He offers the trigger end of the shotgun. "I cannot talk your rage away. But I don't want to see you like this."
He props himself up on his elbow. "Why do you care?"
He looks over. After a couple minutes of internal deliberation, he follows. "What's wrong?"
Donn stands up, smoke pouring from his nose as he snorts out a cloud of it. "YOU LEFT ME TO ROT HERE. YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME AND YOU LEFT-" He snarls louder "AND NOW YOU THINK I WISH TO KILL MYSELF? GIVE MY LIFE UP?"
"Why do women wear makeup? Why do men shave their faces? They want to look good before going someplace. I plan to take you on a date and I want to look... good, I suppose. Not cause issues while we are out."
"Nothing." He grumbles, sitting down at a table "What do you want?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Beloved sister, I am quite well! I'm going to be playing Jacob more in an attempt to get him into more conflict. You don't really get to see who a person truly is until you see them under pressure or in absolute control. I also need to draw him sometime so I have an idea of what he actually looks like.*
*Good to hear you're doing well! I like the idea of involving Jacob in more conflict- more passive characters tend to be less developed than ones who are more actively progressing things, after all. He's a really cool character.*
*Speaking of characters, would you like to rp? I'd love to see more of Jacob, though I don't believe Stigmata has seen KK in a while either.*
*Of course!*
Stigmata is exploring an abandoned train station.
A man with a gun is thrown through a tree. Jacob stands over him, multiple bullet entry wounds in his body. He looks down at the injured assassin before returning to... whatever he was doing before.
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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.
Donn is out in the forest, his form rotting from the outside in. His three heads, the faces missing their skin, and baring gilded bones the world. He seems to be turning more animalistic the more time he spends in his own head, anger boiling under his rotting fur. The goats wandering around the forest, the ones he has plagued like a plant spreading its spores.
Carrion is still bandaging his body, now appearing more and more humans albeit wrapped head to toe in bandages.
Ryidan is sitting in the library, reading a book on the psyche.
Omori finds him decaying in the woods, and approaches concernedly but cautiously, sitting in the grass a short distance away.
Helianth is rooted into the soil a distance away, reading through a scroll covered in arcane sigils alien even to it.
Donn cracks open an eye that is still somehow in its socket "Hello Omori.." he rasps,
Carrion looks up at it, still admiring its beauty as a creature made of parts of material items unlike himself.
"Hey, Donn." She responds. She's smiling a bit, but it's a sad sort of smile. "...Does it hurt? The rotting, I mean." She asks, concerned.
After a while, the angel of emptiness looks behind itself back at him, shifting its wings as to see them more clearly. "Hello again, Carrion." It starts. "Whatever are you doing with so many bandages, if I may ask? Are you hurt?"
"A bit.. But it quiets my anger, the pain, it helps me feel something." he says softly "But knowing the fey, I can't really die.."
"Not hurt, no no. I am making myself look human in some way I suppose." he chuckles.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
He offers the trigger end of the shotgun. "I cannot talk your rage away. But I don't want to see you like this."
He props himself up on his elbow. "Why do you care?"
He looks over. After a couple minutes of internal deliberation, he follows. "What's wrong?"
Donn stands up, smoke pouring from his nose as he snorts out a cloud of it. "YOU LEFT ME TO ROT HERE. YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME AND YOU LEFT-" He snarls louder "AND NOW YOU THINK I WISH TO KILL MYSELF? GIVE MY LIFE UP?"
"Why do women wear makeup? Why do men shave their faces? They want to look good before going someplace. I plan to take you on a date and I want to look... good, I suppose. Not cause issues while we are out."
"Nothing." He grumbles, sitting down at a table "What do you want?"
"It's not for you." He says simply. He unloads it, revealing that the shells have the words Deserter and Foolish on them. He loads the shells back in and offers the weapon again.
"I guess that makes sense..." he mumbles. "But I think you're fine how you are. If people want to take issue with you, let them."
"I just wanted to check on you. Make sure you were okay." He turns away.
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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.
*Beloved sister, I am quite well! I'm going to be playing Jacob more in an attempt to get him into more conflict. You don't really get to see who a person truly is until you see them under pressure or in absolute control. I also need to draw him sometime so I have an idea of what he actually looks like.*
*Good to hear you're doing well! I like the idea of involving Jacob in more conflict- more passive characters tend to be less developed than ones who are more actively progressing things, after all. He's a really cool character.*
*Speaking of characters, would you like to rp? I'd love to see more of Jacob, though I don't believe Stigmata has seen KK in a while either.*
*Of course!*
Stigmata is exploring an abandoned train station.
A man with a gun is thrown through a tree. Jacob stands over him, multiple bullet entry wounds in his body. He looks down at the injured assassin before returning to... whatever he was doing before.
They hear a loud thud, as though something quite large and quite heavy had dropped a great distance onto the train station platform and broken the ceramic-tiled stone, followed by the tap-tap-tapping of numerous legs, like some giant horrific centipede was skittering their way. They can immediately sense an immense amount of Dark Energy in the air as the creature draws near, along with the smell of burnt-out wires and... caramel corn? The skittering stops, an eerie porcelain mask barely visible in the shadows, looking at him. "...Stigmata?"
Mavis sees the scene, not entirely sure how to react- and especially confused when Jacob just starts walking away as though he doesn't have multiple bullet wounds. "Oh my gods, what happened?" She starts, slinging the pack on her shoulder over to in front of her and looking through it for something to help.
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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 offers the trigger end of the shotgun. "I cannot talk your rage away. But I don't want to see you like this."
He props himself up on his elbow. "Why do you care?"
He looks over. After a couple minutes of internal deliberation, he follows. "What's wrong?"
Donn stands up, smoke pouring from his nose as he snorts out a cloud of it. "YOU LEFT ME TO ROT HERE. YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME AND YOU LEFT-" He snarls louder "AND NOW YOU THINK I WISH TO KILL MYSELF? GIVE MY LIFE UP?"
"Why do women wear makeup? Why do men shave their faces? They want to look good before going someplace. I plan to take you on a date and I want to look... good, I suppose. Not cause issues while we are out."
"Nothing." He grumbles, sitting down at a table "What do you want?"
"It's not for you." He says simply. He unloads it, revealing that the shells have the words Deserter and Foolish on them. He loads the shells back in and offers the weapon again.
"I guess that makes sense..." he mumbles. "But I think you're fine how you are. If people want to take issue with you, let them."
"I just wanted to check on you. Make sure you were okay." He turns away.
Donn snorts and takes the gun. Suddenly, the barrel breaks like glass in his hands, the shells falling to the ground where he stomps on them, turning them to dust. "You think I want to kill you? That you deserve death? Please, don't make me laugh Egregore." he bares sharp teeth, curling his lips back "Tell me, why did you leave me? Not a word, just a sudden absence.."
"I suppose. But if I become smaller than I usually am, I can easily hug you now." he hugs him as an example, chuckling happily.
"Curiosity disguised as concern, lovely." he says sarcastically "What do you really want?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Donn is out in the forest, his form rotting from the outside in. His three heads, the faces missing their skin, and baring gilded bones the world. He seems to be turning more animalistic the more time he spends in his own head, anger boiling under his rotting fur. The goats wandering around the forest, the ones he has plagued like a plant spreading its spores.
Carrion is still bandaging his body, now appearing more and more humans albeit wrapped head to toe in bandages.
Ryidan is sitting in the library, reading a book on the psyche.
Omori finds him decaying in the woods, and approaches concernedly but cautiously, sitting in the grass a short distance away.
Helianth is rooted into the soil a distance away, reading through a scroll covered in arcane sigils alien even to it.
Donn cracks open an eye that is still somehow in its socket "Hello Omori.." he rasps,
Carrion looks up at it, still admiring its beauty as a creature made of parts of material items unlike himself.
"Hey, Donn." She responds. She's smiling a bit, but it's a sad sort of smile. "...Does it hurt? The rotting, I mean." She asks, concerned.
After a while, the angel of emptiness looks behind itself back at him, shifting its wings as to see them more clearly. "Hello again, Carrion." It starts. "Whatever are you doing with so many bandages, if I may ask? Are you hurt?"
"A bit.. But it quiets my anger, the pain, it helps me feel something." he says softly "But knowing the fey, I can't really die.."
"Not hurt, no no. I am making myself look human in some way I suppose." he chuckles.
"That's good- that you can't die from this, I mean." She responds, moving slightly closer. "I'm sorry all this is happening. I wish I could help somehow."
It chuckles a bit as well. "I know this may be a foolish question, but... why?" It asks. "You're a god- a powerful one, at that. Why hide your splendor?"
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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)
Donn is out in the forest, his form rotting from the outside in. His three heads, the faces missing their skin, and baring gilded bones the world. He seems to be turning more animalistic the more time he spends in his own head, anger boiling under his rotting fur. The goats wandering around the forest, the ones he has plagued like a plant spreading its spores.
Carrion is still bandaging his body, now appearing more and more humans albeit wrapped head to toe in bandages.
Ryidan is sitting in the library, reading a book on the psyche.
Omori finds him decaying in the woods, and approaches concernedly but cautiously, sitting in the grass a short distance away.
Helianth is rooted into the soil a distance away, reading through a scroll covered in arcane sigils alien even to it.
Donn cracks open an eye that is still somehow in its socket "Hello Omori.." he rasps,
Carrion looks up at it, still admiring its beauty as a creature made of parts of material items unlike himself.
"Hey, Donn." She responds. She's smiling a bit, but it's a sad sort of smile. "...Does it hurt? The rotting, I mean." She asks, concerned.
After a while, the angel of emptiness looks behind itself back at him, shifting its wings as to see them more clearly. "Hello again, Carrion." It starts. "Whatever are you doing with so many bandages, if I may ask? Are you hurt?"
"A bit.. But it quiets my anger, the pain, it helps me feel something." he says softly "But knowing the fey, I can't really die.."
"Not hurt, no no. I am making myself look human in some way I suppose." he chuckles.
"That's good- that you can't die from this, I mean." She responds, moving slightly closer. "I'm sorry all this is happening. I wish I could help somehow."
It chuckles a bit as well. "I know this may be a foolish question, but... why?" It asks. "You're a god- a powerful one, at that. Why hide your splendor?"
"It is okay Omori, you are better than I in terms of kindness and compassion. I wish more people had that.." He sighs.
"Men shave their beards, women put on makeup, all to make themselves look good. I have a date with my beloved Atticus and I want to be smaller, more huggable and less threatening when in public."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
They hear a loud thud, as though something quite large and quite heavy had dropped a great distance onto the train station platform and broken the ceramic-tiled stone, followed by the tap-tap-tapping of numerous legs, like some giant horrific centipede was skittering their way. They can immediately sense an immense amount of Dark Energy in the air as the creature draws near, along with the smell of burnt-out wires and... caramel corn? The skittering stops, an eerie porcelain mask barely visible in the shadows, looking at him. "...Stigmata?"
Mavis sees the scene, not entirely sure how to react- and especially confused when Jacob just starts walking away as though he doesn't have multiple bullet wounds. "Oh my gods, what happened?" She starts, slinging the pack on her shoulder over to in front of her and looking through it for something to help.
"Oh, hello." He gives a little wave. "You seem... scary. Yes, I am Stigmata. Why do you ask."
"Nothing to worry about." He says gently. "If you are a medic, please check on the man I just hurt. He probably was just doing what he was told, or trying to get his hands on some money. Nothing to be upset about." He pulls out a small knife and cuts some mushrooms off a tree. "Well, upset at him about."
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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.
"Hey, Donn." She responds. She's smiling a bit, but it's a sad sort of smile. "...Does it hurt? The rotting, I mean." She asks, concerned.
After a while, the angel of emptiness looks behind itself back at him, shifting its wings as to see them more clearly. "Hello again, Carrion." It starts. "Whatever are you doing with so many bandages, if I may ask? Are you hurt?"
"A bit.. But it quiets my anger, the pain, it helps me feel something." he says softly "But knowing the fey, I can't really die.."
"Not hurt, no no. I am making myself look human in some way I suppose." he chuckles.
"That's good- that you can't die from this, I mean." She responds, moving slightly closer. "I'm sorry all this is happening. I wish I could help somehow."
It chuckles a bit as well. "I know this may be a foolish question, but... why?" It asks. "You're a god- a powerful one, at that. Why hide your splendor?"
"It is okay Omori, you are better than I in terms of kindness and compassion. I wish more people had that.." He sighs.
"Men shave their beards, women put on makeup, all to make themselves look good. I have a date with my beloved Atticus and I want to be smaller, more huggable and less threatening when in public."
"...I wish that was the case too." She responds, lying down in the dirt again, looking up at the trees.
"I understand." It starts, turning to look at them properly. "I can understand the first two reasons, at least."
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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's not for you." He says simply. He unloads it, revealing that the shells have the words Deserter and Foolish on them. He loads the shells back in and offers the weapon again.
"I guess that makes sense..." he mumbles. "But I think you're fine how you are. If people want to take issue with you, let them."
"I just wanted to check on you. Make sure you were okay." He turns away.
Donn snorts and takes the gun. Suddenly, the barrel breaks like glass in his hands, the shells falling to the ground where he stomps on them, turning them to dust. "You think I want to kill you? That you deserve death? Please, don't make me laugh Egregore." he bares sharp teeth, curling his lips back "Tell me, why did you leave me? Not a word, just a sudden absence.."
"I suppose. But if I become smaller than I usually am, I can easily hug you now." he hugs him as an example, chuckling happily.
"Curiosity disguised as concern, lovely." he says sarcastically "What do you really want?"
"..." He bows his head. "I was... changing. And I was afraid you wouldn't love the new me. I thought you might be happier with someone else. That the kids would be happier. It's a (GP) excuse. It has no logic to it. I was hoping to die before I had to say it." He goes silent. "You didn't deserve any of this."
He nods, lifting himself up on Carrion in order to reciprocate more easily. "That is a bonus."
"I was worried you had taken a disliking to me. I wanted to know why."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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"You... Left.. Me.." He snarls, the sound bubbling up from the back of the throat. His skull heads turn to them, their eyes still somehow set in the sockets.
Carrion looks up and tilts his head "Good morning. I thought that maybe I could form myself into something small so I would not scare people."
Ryidan looks up at him and narrows his eyes. He snaps his book shut, giving him the cold shoulder, and makes his way out to the main section of the tavern.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Good to hear you're doing well! I like the idea of involving Jacob in more conflict- more passive characters tend to be less developed than ones who are more actively progressing things, after all. He's a really cool character.*
*Speaking of characters, would you like to rp? I'd love to see more of Jacob, though I don't believe Stigmata has seen KK in a while either.*
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)
Donn cracks open an eye that is still somehow in its socket "Hello Omori.." he rasps,
Carrion looks up at it, still admiring its beauty as a creature made of parts of material items unlike himself.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He offers the trigger end of the shotgun. "I cannot talk your rage away. But I don't want to see you like this."
He props himself up on his elbow. "Why do you care?"
He looks over. After a couple minutes of internal deliberation, he follows. "What's wrong?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*UwU boop*
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
"Hey, Donn." She responds. She's smiling a bit, but it's a sad sort of smile. "...Does it hurt? The rotting, I mean." She asks, concerned.
After a while, the angel of emptiness looks behind itself back at him, shifting its wings as to see them more clearly. "Hello again, Carrion." It starts. "Whatever are you doing with so many bandages, if I may ask? Are you hurt?"
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)
Donn stands up, smoke pouring from his nose as he snorts out a cloud of it. "YOU LEFT ME TO ROT HERE. YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME AND YOU LEFT-" He snarls louder "AND NOW YOU THINK I WISH TO KILL MYSELF? GIVE MY LIFE UP?"
"Why do women wear makeup? Why do men shave their faces? They want to look good before going someplace. I plan to take you on a date and I want to look... good, I suppose. Not cause issues while we are out."
"Nothing." He grumbles, sitting down at a table "What do you want?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Of course!*
Stigmata is exploring an abandoned train station.
A man with a gun is thrown through a tree. Jacob stands over him, multiple bullet entry wounds in his body. He looks down at the injured assassin before returning to... whatever he was doing before.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"A bit.. But it quiets my anger, the pain, it helps me feel something." he says softly "But knowing the fey, I can't really die.."
"Not hurt, no no. I am making myself look human in some way I suppose." he chuckles.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Boop?*
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
"It's not for you." He says simply. He unloads it, revealing that the shells have the words Deserter and Foolish on them. He loads the shells back in and offers the weapon again.
"I guess that makes sense..." he mumbles. "But I think you're fine how you are. If people want to take issue with you, let them."
"I just wanted to check on you. Make sure you were okay." He turns away.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I'll be back in a bit, the mower battery is charged*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They hear a loud thud, as though something quite large and quite heavy had dropped a great distance onto the train station platform and broken the ceramic-tiled stone, followed by the tap-tap-tapping of numerous legs, like some giant horrific centipede was skittering their way. They can immediately sense an immense amount of Dark Energy in the air as the creature draws near, along with the smell of burnt-out wires and... caramel corn? The skittering stops, an eerie porcelain mask barely visible in the shadows, looking at him. "...Stigmata?"
Mavis sees the scene, not entirely sure how to react- and especially confused when Jacob just starts walking away as though he doesn't have multiple bullet wounds. "Oh my gods, what happened?" She starts, slinging the pack on her shoulder over to in front of her and looking through it for something to help.
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)
Donn snorts and takes the gun. Suddenly, the barrel breaks like glass in his hands, the shells falling to the ground where he stomps on them, turning them to dust. "You think I want to kill you? That you deserve death? Please, don't make me laugh Egregore." he bares sharp teeth, curling his lips back "Tell me, why did you leave me? Not a word, just a sudden absence.."
"I suppose. But if I become smaller than I usually am, I can easily hug you now." he hugs him as an example, chuckling happily.
"Curiosity disguised as concern, lovely." he says sarcastically "What do you really want?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"That's good- that you can't die from this, I mean." She responds, moving slightly closer. "I'm sorry all this is happening. I wish I could help somehow."
It chuckles a bit as well. "I know this may be a foolish question, but... why?" It asks. "You're a god- a powerful one, at that. Why hide your splendor?"
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 is okay Omori, you are better than I in terms of kindness and compassion. I wish more people had that.." He sighs.
"Men shave their beards, women put on makeup, all to make themselves look good. I have a date with my beloved Atticus and I want to be smaller, more huggable and less threatening when in public."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(wendo, Yvonne, either of you 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
"Oh, hello." He gives a little wave. "You seem... scary. Yes, I am Stigmata. Why do you ask."
"Nothing to worry about." He says gently. "If you are a medic, please check on the man I just hurt. He probably was just doing what he was told, or trying to get his hands on some money. Nothing to be upset about." He pulls out a small knife and cuts some mushrooms off a tree. "Well, upset at him about."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"...I wish that was the case too." She responds, lying down in the dirt again, looking up at the trees.
"I understand." It starts, turning to look at them properly. "I can understand the first two reasons, at least."
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 bows his head. "I was... changing. And I was afraid you wouldn't love the new me. I thought you might be happier with someone else. That the kids would be happier. It's a (GP) excuse. It has no logic to it. I was hoping to die before I had to say it." He goes silent. "You didn't deserve any of this."
He nods, lifting himself up on Carrion in order to reciprocate more easily. "That is a bonus."
"I was worried you had taken a disliking to me. I wanted to know why."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.