*I am here, kinda, sort of, if anyone wants to rp or whatever.*
*Sure, I'd love to rp! Any specific character(s) you want?*
*Absolutely not, do you have any specific characters that you want?*
*Nope- feel free to use whoever!*
KK is back at the warehouse, playing the piano as the eyes on her chitin plating watch their new nightmare child and make sure they don't try anything mischievous. The little creature has already figured out how to walk (at least, somewhat) and is skittering about the wide open building, curiously exploring their new home.
Helianth is in the Starshredder, making a few final adjustments on its new artifacts- the God Eater's Cutlery- before it fully imbues them with divine power.
Henry has taken some time off and goes back to the warehouse after doing something, opening the doors, making his way inside silently, with the soft steps of a lurker but loving as they see their child progressing so quickly.
Tim is with Helianth, naturally, but is really just interested in watching them, they haven't completed their divine artifacts, and is more just interested in watching 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.'
"Ah, KK! You're looking very well this evening. How did the wedding go?" He sits down on a bench.
Jacob shakes his head. "I can handle it. I'm already healing. But do you have any tweezers? I don't want any more encysted bullets in my system."
"Thank you, and it went great! The best day of his life and mine." She responds, skittering over on spider-like legs emerging from her back and sitting on the opposite end of the bench. "A lot has happened since we last talked, as you've probably guessed. How have you been?"
She searches through her pack for a second, producing a pair of tweezers and offering it to him. "Any more? How often does this happen?"
"Super depressed. Haven't done much."
He digs into his wounds, wincing and pulling out bullets and spilling a lot of blood. "Often. Anyway, what brings you around here?"
"I'm... I'm sorry you're not doing well." She responds, completely dropping her cheery demeanor and moreso sounding concerned, her mask shifting to a frowning visage. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"I was going to go on a hunt- it's been a while since I'd done so. I'm something of an amateur monster hunter." She explains, wincing slightly as well at the sight of so much blood, averting her gaze.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I have no answer. Fear is not an excuse for evil acts anymore than anger is." He doesn't look up. "I don't expect forgiveness, nor do I ask for it. In fact, I ask that you do not forgive me. I hurt you instead of loving you. That's not what a good lover does."
He nods, rubbing his cheek against Flesh Boyfriend in the process.
"I asked you to respect me and treat me as an equal. Is that unreasonable?" He looks back at Ryadian.
Donn sighs, exhaling smoke from his middle mouth "I am mad, I am beyond mad. I began to think I was the monster that people always talked about in hushed whispers.. My own children moved away, my best friend stopped speaking to me, and then you.. you left me." He says, his tone is a bit bitter before turning softer "But my heart is still a soft fleshy organ, something that still loves you even if you have failed me. That is what love is meant to be, even if someone fails you still try to do better."
Carrion nuzzles back, holding him tight "What would you like to do tonight on our date?"
"Can you get a leopard to change its spots?" he raises a brow.
He looks like he wants to move closer, but hesitates. "Thank you. I... cannot repay you."
"I'd like to eat some good food and watch The Menu together in the woods when it gets dark."
"I didn't realize you believed your superiority complex to be your personality. I'm sorry."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I am here, kinda, sort of, if anyone wants to rp or whatever.*
*Sure, I'd love to rp! Any specific character(s) you want?*
*Absolutely not, do you have any specific characters that you want?*
*Nope- feel free to use whoever!*
KK is back at the warehouse, playing the piano as the eyes on her chitin plating watch their new nightmare child and make sure they don't try anything mischievous. The little creature has already figured out how to walk (at least, somewhat) and is skittering about the wide open building, curiously exploring their new home.
Helianth is in the Starshredder, making a few final adjustments on its new artifacts- the God Eater's Cutlery- before it fully imbues them with divine power.
Henry has taken some time off and goes back to the warehouse after doing something, opening the doors, making his way inside silently, with the soft steps of a lurker but loving as they see their child progressing so quickly.
Tim is with Helianth, naturally, but is really just interested in watching them, they haven't completed their divine artifacts, and is more just interested in watching them.
The adorable little terror starts quickly scuttling over to him as soon as they see him, almost tripping over their own legs, happily chirping and chittering as it does. KK chuckles a bit, sitting up from the piano and going over to him as well. "Welcome back, dear."
It silently continues its work, trimming and sanding down a last few sharp pieces before the utensils are complete. It produces Rend's Cleaver from its coiled-up stem, carefully cutting each of the tools free from its roots. Once its work is done, it holds the artifacts in each of its hands- the knife and spoon in its leftmost hands, and the two forks in the others. It focuses for a moment, and the utensils ignite with a brilliant golden fire.
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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 adorable little terror starts quickly scuttling over to him as soon as they see him, almost tripping over their own legs, happily chirping and chittering as it does. KK chuckles a bit, sitting up from the piano and going over to him as well. "Welcome back, dear."
It silently continues its work, trimming and sanding down a last few sharp pieces before the utensils are complete. It produces Rend's Cleaver from its coiled-up stem, carefully cutting each of the tools free from its roots. Once its work is done, it holds the artifacts in each of its hands- the knife and spoon in its leftmost hands, and the two forks in the others. It focuses for a moment, and the utensils ignite with a brilliant golden fire.
He picks up the little nightmare, holding them in his liquid arms, holding them to his chest, providing support more than anything "Hello, my love, how are you doing today?" His voice gurgling despite how defined it is, raising the scuttling monster in front of them.
They look up in awe, watching the brilliant golden flames for a moment, before stopping, walking away from them as inspiration suddenly strikes them. After a moment they come back with some chalk, beginning to draw on the ground around himself, working on something, star magic.
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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 have no answer. Fear is not an excuse for evil acts anymore than anger is." He doesn't look up. "I don't expect forgiveness, nor do I ask for it. In fact, I ask that you do not forgive me. I hurt you instead of loving you. That's not what a good lover does."
He nods, rubbing his cheek against Flesh Boyfriend in the process.
"I asked you to respect me and treat me as an equal. Is that unreasonable?" He looks back at Ryadian.
Donn sighs, exhaling smoke from his middle mouth "I am mad, I am beyond mad. I began to think I was the monster that people always talked about in hushed whispers.. My own children moved away, my best friend stopped speaking to me, and then you.. you left me." He says, his tone is a bit bitter before turning softer "But my heart is still a soft fleshy organ, something that still loves you even if you have failed me. That is what love is meant to be, even if someone fails you still try to do better."
Carrion nuzzles back, holding him tight "What would you like to do tonight on our date?"
"Can you get a leopard to change its spots?" he raises a brow.
He looks like he wants to move closer, but hesitates. "Thank you. I... cannot repay you."
"I'd like to eat some good food and watch The Menu together in the woods when it gets dark."
"I didn't realize you believed your superiority complex to be your personality. I'm sorry."
He bumps his rotting snout against their cheek "I was half planning for a month to eat you as soon as I saw you.."
"I shall provide." He nods and cracks his knuckles "What do you wish to eat?"
"I have suffered for years, finally blessed to never feel it ever again. I traveled to universes abroad and learned everything they could provide. I have met gods and deities, learned what they were and survived. I will become perfection, no matter what. I will earn everything I can and become only organism to do so." he said, his tone colder than ice.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The adorable little terror starts quickly scuttling over to him as soon as they see him, almost tripping over their own legs, happily chirping and chittering as it does. KK chuckles a bit, sitting up from the piano and going over to him as well. "Welcome back, dear."
It silently continues its work, trimming and sanding down a last few sharp pieces before the utensils are complete. It produces Rend's Cleaver from its coiled-up stem, carefully cutting each of the tools free from its roots. Once its work is done, it holds the artifacts in each of its hands- the knife and spoon in its leftmost hands, and the two forks in the others. It focuses for a moment, and the utensils ignite with a brilliant golden fire.
He picks up the little nightmare, holding them in his liquid arms, holding them to his chest, providing support more than anything "Hello, my love, how are you doing today?" His voice gurgling despite how defined it is, raising the scuttling monster in front of them.
They look up in awe, watching the brilliant golden flames for a moment, before stopping, walking away from them as inspiration suddenly strikes them. After a moment they come back with some chalk, beginning to draw on the ground around himself, working on something, star magic.
The child is absolutely ecstatic to see their father again, part of their segmented body coiling around his arm. "I've been doing alright. I was working on some Old Blood research earlier today, but I've mostly been making sure the little one doesn't get hurt." She responds, laughing a little bit. "They're already quite inquisitive."
The crooked god watches with curiosity and pride, knowing that he's once again felt inspired to do something and eagerly waiting to see what he's attempting.
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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 adorable little terror starts quickly scuttling over to him as soon as they see him, almost tripping over their own legs, happily chirping and chittering as it does. KK chuckles a bit, sitting up from the piano and going over to him as well. "Welcome back, dear."
It silently continues its work, trimming and sanding down a last few sharp pieces before the utensils are complete. It produces Rend's Cleaver from its coiled-up stem, carefully cutting each of the tools free from its roots. Once its work is done, it holds the artifacts in each of its hands- the knife and spoon in its leftmost hands, and the two forks in the others. It focuses for a moment, and the utensils ignite with a brilliant golden fire.
He picks up the little nightmare, holding them in his liquid arms, holding them to his chest, providing support more than anything "Hello, my love, how are you doing today?" His voice gurgling despite how defined it is, raising the scuttling monster in front of them.
They look up in awe, watching the brilliant golden flames for a moment, before stopping, walking away from them as inspiration suddenly strikes them. After a moment they come back with some chalk, beginning to draw on the ground around himself, working on something, star magic.
The child is absolutely ecstatic to see their father again, part of their segmented body coiling around his arm. "I've been doing alright. I was working on some Old Blood research earlier today, but I've mostly been making sure the little one doesn't get hurt." She responds, laughing a little bit. "They're already quite inquisitive."
The crooked god watches with curiosity and pride, knowing that he's once again felt inspired to do something and eagerly waiting to see what he's attempting.
He completely enjoys it, smiling at their little one and holding them close to his face "This one, such an amazing child, you make my life ever better by the day. I wouldn't be happier than I am with you, KK. How did the research go? Any new revelations made?" He asks, smiling at them too.
The ritual seems to look like the one Omori made to contact the protector of the local star. Beginning to flow the ritual with overwhelming amounts of magic once it's completed.
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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 picks up the little nightmare, holding them in his liquid arms, holding them to his chest, providing support more than anything "Hello, my love, how are you doing today?" His voice gurgling despite how defined it is, raising the scuttling monster in front of them.
They look up in awe, watching the brilliant golden flames for a moment, before stopping, walking away from them as inspiration suddenly strikes them. After a moment they come back with some chalk, beginning to draw on the ground around himself, working on something, star magic.
The child is absolutely ecstatic to see their father again, part of their segmented body coiling around his arm. "I've been doing alright. I was working on some Old Blood research earlier today, but I've mostly been making sure the little one doesn't get hurt." She responds, laughing a little bit. "They're already quite inquisitive."
The crooked god watches with curiosity and pride, knowing that he's once again felt inspired to do something and eagerly waiting to see what he's attempting.
He completely enjoys it, smiling at their little one and holding them close to his face "This one, such an amazing child, you make my life ever better by the day. I wouldn't be happier than I am with you, KK. How did the research go? Any new revelations made?" He asks, smiling at them too.
The ritual seems to look like the one Omori made to contact the protector of the local star. Beginning to flow the ritual with overwhelming amounts of magic once it's completed.
They chirp happily again, part of their mask lifting up slightly and revealing a small mouth of jagged teeth similar to his own, playfully nibbling on his hand- it doesn't hurt him in the least. "I figured out one thing- not quite a breakthrough, but possibly close to one. The Old Blood's negative effects, while not nullified, are drastically reduced through the careful integration of Dark Energy and a few other aberrant additives. As to why, my guess is that it brings it closer in composition to the original Paleblood, but I don't know for certain."
It recognizes some of the sigils, soon piecing together what the ritual is for and growing somewhat. "Tim, what are you doing?"
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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 digs into his wounds, wincing and pulling out bullets and spilling a lot of blood. "Often. Anyway, what brings you around here?"
"I'm... I'm sorry you're not doing well." She responds, completely dropping her cheery demeanor and moreso sounding concerned, her mask shifting to a frowning visage. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"I was going to go on a hunt- it's been a while since I'd done so. I'm something of an amateur monster hunter." She explains, wincing slightly as well at the sight of so much blood, averting her gaze.
He shakes his head. "Nah, not that I can think of. Besides, I wouldn't want to trouble you."
"A monster hunter? Sounds exciting." He finishes the meat grinder surgery and begins to clean off the tweezers. "What kind of monsters do you hunt?"
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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.
They chirp happily again, part of their mask lifting up slightly and revealing a small mouth of jagged teeth similar to his own, playfully nibbling on his hand- it doesn't hurt him in the least. "I figured out one thing- not quite a breakthrough, but possibly close to one. The Old Blood's negative effects, while not nullified, are drastically reduced through the careful integration of Dark Energy and a few other aberrant additives. As to why, my guess is that it brings it closer in composition to the original Paleblood, but I don't know for certain."
It recognizes some of the sigils, soon piecing together what the ritual is for and growing somewhat. "Tim, what are you doing?"
"Oh look at their little teeth, sharp enough to tear through the flesh of some small creatures, isn't that absolutely adorable. I have been able to interact with some beings directly effected by the Paleblood, though it was only two beings, one much weaker than another. I do believe you are right, do you think we can be affected drastically by the old blood anymore?" He asks, raising them into the air and spinning them around with a smile.
He looks up to them, continuing to flood the ritual steadily with pseudo divine power "I am trying to talk to one of the star guardians... learn more about being an angel of the stars means. What I can do, from an outside source, if that's okay."
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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 digs into his wounds, wincing and pulling out bullets and spilling a lot of blood. "Often. Anyway, what brings you around here?"
"I'm... I'm sorry you're not doing well." She responds, completely dropping her cheery demeanor and moreso sounding concerned, her mask shifting to a frowning visage. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"I was going to go on a hunt- it's been a while since I'd done so. I'm something of an amateur monster hunter." She explains, wincing slightly as well at the sight of so much blood, averting her gaze.
He shakes his head. "Nah, not that I can think of. Besides, I wouldn't want to trouble you."
"A monster hunter? Sounds exciting." He finishes the meat grinder surgery and begins to clean off the tweezers. "What kind of monsters do you hunt?"
"Alright. If that ever changes, let me know." She thinks for a second, before she comes up with a question. "A while back, you mentioned your father- the Overmind, I think you called them. Who are they? I've only read brief mentions of them in my studies."
"Mostly beasts and monstrosities, at the moment. I hunted a few draconic creatures, but that was with the help of someone a lot more experienced than I am." She responds, still not looking at the bloody mess.
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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)
They chirp happily again, part of their mask lifting up slightly and revealing a small mouth of jagged teeth similar to his own, playfully nibbling on his hand- it doesn't hurt him in the least. "I figured out one thing- not quite a breakthrough, but possibly close to one. The Old Blood's negative effects, while not nullified, are drastically reduced through the careful integration of Dark Energy and a few other aberrant additives. As to why, my guess is that it brings it closer in composition to the original Paleblood, but I don't know for certain."
It recognizes some of the sigils, soon piecing together what the ritual is for and growing somewhat. "Tim, what are you doing?"
"Oh look at their little teeth, sharp enough to tear through the flesh of some small creatures, isn't that absolutely adorable. I have been able to interact with some beings directly effected by the Paleblood, though it was only two beings, one much weaker than another. I do believe you are right, do you think we can be affected drastically by the old blood anymore?" He asks, raising them into the air and spinning them around with a smile.
He looks up to them, continuing to flood the ritual steadily with pseudo divine power "I am trying to talk to one of the star guardians... learn more about being an angel of the stars means. What I can do, from an outside source, if that's okay."
"Absolutely adorable. They're growing quite fast- a few years from now, and they'll be able to chew through the bones of giants." She responds, watching with a smile on her mask as well. The child absolutely loves this, as is signified by the noticeable increase in happy-sounding chirping and what sounds like some small animal attempting to mimic a child's laughter. "I actually don't know if it'll affect us much in our current states. Though, there is one way we can find out."
"I... I don't recommend it. If they know you're associated with me, they might..." It trails off, sounding concerned. "I won't stop you if that's what you're determined to do, though. Just be careful."
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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)
They chirp happily again, part of their mask lifting up slightly and revealing a small mouth of jagged teeth similar to his own, playfully nibbling on his hand- it doesn't hurt him in the least. "I figured out one thing- not quite a breakthrough, but possibly close to one. The Old Blood's negative effects, while not nullified, are drastically reduced through the careful integration of Dark Energy and a few other aberrant additives. As to why, my guess is that it brings it closer in composition to the original Paleblood, but I don't know for certain."
It recognizes some of the sigils, soon piecing together what the ritual is for and growing somewhat. "Tim, what are you doing?"
"Oh look at their little teeth, sharp enough to tear through the flesh of some small creatures, isn't that absolutely adorable. I have been able to interact with some beings directly effected by the Paleblood, though it was only two beings, one much weaker than another. I do believe you are right, do you think we can be affected drastically by the old blood anymore?" He asks, raising them into the air and spinning them around with a smile.
He looks up to them, continuing to flood the ritual steadily with pseudo divine power "I am trying to talk to one of the star guardians... learn more about being an angel of the stars means. What I can do, from an outside source, if that's okay."
"Absolutely adorable. They're growing quite fast- a few years from now, and they'll be able to chew through the bones of giants." She responds, watching with a smile on her mask as well. The child absolutely loves this, as is signified by the noticeable increase in happy-sounding chirping and what sounds like some small animal attempting to mimic a child's laughter. "I actually don't know if it'll affect us much in our current states. Though, there is one way we can find out."
"I... I don't recommend it. If they know you're associated with me, they might..." It trails off, sounding concerned. "I won't stop you if that's what you're determined to do, though. Just be careful."
They continue to do it for the child, smiling up at them "My hands are a bit full, but I can get the old blood if you'd like, dear. I can't wait until they grow up and become everything I dream for them to be and more, our little nightmare. Maybe they will even get some siblings soon enough."
He looks up to them, hugging them for a moment "I'll make sure to be careful, this is a little stronger than the average ritual, so I might disappear from view, but I'm still here." He continues and finishes the ritual, projecting himself into the sea of tranquility.
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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.'
*Oh I just got a great idea for my mime character. Make him a, 'I have no mouth yet I must scream' character, where he's got a screen face and a human consciousness rather than a regular warforged, but he's only blips, he can't seem to keep himself in control enough to do anything, and with the programming his body has been given, he can't speak. Making him a man slowly going mad in a body he can't control.*
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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.'
"Absolutely adorable. They're growing quite fast- a few years from now, and they'll be able to chew through the bones of giants." She responds, watching with a smile on her mask as well. The child absolutely loves this, as is signified by the noticeable increase in happy-sounding chirping and what sounds like some small animal attempting to mimic a child's laughter. "I actually don't know if it'll affect us much in our current states. Though, there is one way we can find out."
"I... I don't recommend it. If they know you're associated with me, they might..." It trails off, sounding concerned. "I won't stop you if that's what you're determined to do, though. Just be careful."
They continue to do it for the child, smiling up at them "My hands are a bit full, but I can get the old blood if you'd like, dear. I can't wait until they grow up and become everything I dream for them to be and more, our little nightmare. Maybe they will even get some siblings soon enough."
He looks up to them, hugging them for a moment "I'll make sure to be careful, this is a little stronger than the average ritual, so I might disappear from view, but I'm still here." He continues and finishes the ritual, projecting himself into the sea of tranquility.
"No, it's alright- I'll get the blood." She responds, extending one of her hands. An inky tendril made of innumerable shadowy arms emerges from her palm, slithering over to the tables of laboratory equipment they've been using for their research and retrieving two vials and a pair of wine glasses. All the while, she watches the adorable little horror with all the joy in the world. "I know, they're absolutely perfect. My greatest creation yet, possibly ever."
It hugs him back for a moment, being careful not to accidentally prick him with its thorns or the cutlery of mass destruction in its hands. Once he projects himself into the ether, it leaves the ship- time to test its new creations.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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Henry has taken some time off and goes back to the warehouse after doing something, opening the doors, making his way inside silently, with the soft steps of a lurker but loving as they see their child progressing so quickly.
Tim is with Helianth, naturally, but is really just interested in watching them, they haven't completed their divine artifacts, and is more just interested in watching 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.)
*Well, throw out whoever you want to play.*
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... I'm sorry you're not doing well." She responds, completely dropping her cheery demeanor and moreso sounding concerned, her mask shifting to a frowning visage. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"I was going to go on a hunt- it's been a while since I'd done so. I'm something of an amateur monster hunter." She explains, wincing slightly as well at the sight of so much blood, averting her gaze.
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 like he wants to move closer, but hesitates. "Thank you. I... cannot repay you."
"I'd like to eat some good food and watch The Menu together in the woods when it gets dark."
"I didn't realize you believed your superiority complex to be your personality. I'm sorry."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The adorable little terror starts quickly scuttling over to him as soon as they see him, almost tripping over their own legs, happily chirping and chittering as it does. KK chuckles a bit, sitting up from the piano and going over to him as well. "Welcome back, dear."
It silently continues its work, trimming and sanding down a last few sharp pieces before the utensils are complete. It produces Rend's Cleaver from its coiled-up stem, carefully cutting each of the tools free from its roots. Once its work is done, it holds the artifacts in each of its hands- the knife and spoon in its leftmost hands, and the two forks in the others. It focuses for a moment, and the utensils ignite with a brilliant golden fire.
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 picks up the little nightmare, holding them in his liquid arms, holding them to his chest, providing support more than anything "Hello, my love, how are you doing today?" His voice gurgling despite how defined it is, raising the scuttling monster in front of them.
They look up in awe, watching the brilliant golden flames for a moment, before stopping, walking away from them as inspiration suddenly strikes them. After a moment they come back with some chalk, beginning to draw on the ground around himself, working on something, star magic.
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 bumps his rotting snout against their cheek "I was half planning for a month to eat you as soon as I saw you.."
"I shall provide." He nods and cracks his knuckles "What do you wish to eat?"
"I have suffered for years, finally blessed to never feel it ever again. I traveled to universes abroad and learned everything they could provide. I have met gods and deities, learned what they were and survived. I will become perfection, no matter what. I will earn everything I can and become only organism to do so." he said, his tone colder than ice.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The child is absolutely ecstatic to see their father again, part of their segmented body coiling around his arm. "I've been doing alright. I was working on some Old Blood research earlier today, but I've mostly been making sure the little one doesn't get hurt." She responds, laughing a little bit. "They're already quite inquisitive."
The crooked god watches with curiosity and pride, knowing that he's once again felt inspired to do something and eagerly waiting to see what he's attempting.
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 completely enjoys it, smiling at their little one and holding them close to his face "This one, such an amazing child, you make my life ever better by the day. I wouldn't be happier than I am with you, KK. How did the research go? Any new revelations made?" He asks, smiling at them too.
The ritual seems to look like the one Omori made to contact the protector of the local star. Beginning to flow the ritual with overwhelming amounts of magic once it's completed.
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 else want to possibly roleplay? Hypothetically?*
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.)
They chirp happily again, part of their mask lifting up slightly and revealing a small mouth of jagged teeth similar to his own, playfully nibbling on his hand- it doesn't hurt him in the least. "I figured out one thing- not quite a breakthrough, but possibly close to one. The Old Blood's negative effects, while not nullified, are drastically reduced through the careful integration of Dark Energy and a few other aberrant additives. As to why, my guess is that it brings it closer in composition to the original Paleblood, but I don't know for certain."
It recognizes some of the sigils, soon piecing together what the ritual is for and growing somewhat. "Tim, what are you doing?"
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 shakes his head. "Nah, not that I can think of. Besides, I wouldn't want to trouble you."
"A monster hunter? Sounds exciting." He finishes the meat grinder surgery and begins to clean off the tweezers. "What kind of monsters do you hunt?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh look at their little teeth, sharp enough to tear through the flesh of some small creatures, isn't that absolutely adorable. I have been able to interact with some beings directly effected by the Paleblood, though it was only two beings, one much weaker than another. I do believe you are right, do you think we can be affected drastically by the old blood anymore?" He asks, raising them into the air and spinning them around with a smile.
He looks up to them, continuing to flood the ritual steadily with pseudo divine power "I am trying to talk to one of the star guardians... learn more about being an angel of the stars means. What I can do, from an outside source, if that's okay."
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.)
"Alright. If that ever changes, let me know." She thinks for a second, before she comes up with a question. "A while back, you mentioned your father- the Overmind, I think you called them. Who are they? I've only read brief mentions of them in my studies."
"Mostly beasts and monstrosities, at the moment. I hunted a few draconic creatures, but that was with the help of someone a lot more experienced than I am." She responds, still not looking at the bloody mess.
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)
"Absolutely adorable. They're growing quite fast- a few years from now, and they'll be able to chew through the bones of giants." She responds, watching with a smile on her mask as well. The child absolutely loves this, as is signified by the noticeable increase in happy-sounding chirping and what sounds like some small animal attempting to mimic a child's laughter. "I actually don't know if it'll affect us much in our current states. Though, there is one way we can find out."
"I... I don't recommend it. If they know you're associated with me, they might..." It trails off, sounding concerned. "I won't stop you if that's what you're determined to do, though. Just be careful."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
They continue to do it for the child, smiling up at them "My hands are a bit full, but I can get the old blood if you'd like, dear. I can't wait until they grow up and become everything I dream for them to be and more, our little nightmare. Maybe they will even get some siblings soon enough."
He looks up to them, hugging them for a moment "I'll make sure to be careful, this is a little stronger than the average ritual, so I might disappear from view, but I'm still here." He continues and finishes the ritual, projecting himself into the sea of tranquility.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Oh I just got a great idea for my mime character. Make him a, 'I have no mouth yet I must scream' character, where he's got a screen face and a human consciousness rather than a regular warforged, but he's only blips, he can't seem to keep himself in control enough to do anything, and with the programming his body has been given, he can't speak. Making him a man slowly going mad in a body he can't control.*
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 just... gonna take a break.*
*I probably won't be on consistently for a while.*
*Maybe days, even.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I am going to miss you my friend, take care of yourself, please don't die, that would hurt me greatly.*
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.)
"No, it's alright- I'll get the blood." She responds, extending one of her hands. An inky tendril made of innumerable shadowy arms emerges from her palm, slithering over to the tables of laboratory equipment they've been using for their research and retrieving two vials and a pair of wine glasses. All the while, she watches the adorable little horror with all the joy in the world. "I know, they're absolutely perfect. My greatest creation yet, possibly ever."
It hugs him back for a moment, being careful not to accidentally prick him with its thorns or the cutlery of mass destruction in its hands. Once he projects himself into the ether, it leaves the ship- time to test its new creations.
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)