"Oh no, we can't have that." He shakes his head, "Dead bodies spoil any scene and it would solve nothing."
He turns back to them, the bloodshot eye seemingly growing angry, before calming himself down, still shaking violently.
"There we go. A calm head is always needed for this sort of situation." He taps his chin with a single, extended finger, "And you are absolutely certain that there's no chance of you recovering your original form?"
"If they haven't torn it apart or burned it to ash I can likely get my form back, as long as the brain is intact." The eye twitches along with the rest of the screen head, his entire existence is an abomination against any nature.
"Do you know where your body might be kept?"
His arms go slack as the eye disappears, the screen becoming static as he seems to think.
He temples his fingers and watches you with interest.
He temples his fingers and watches you with interest.
The eye comes back after a moment, and he shakes his head, "Nothing from what I know."
“Nothing. Not a thing. Shame.” He stands up and looks like he is about to say something, and then decides not to. And then decides to do it anyway, “I might know of someone who… may be able to locate it…”
He temples his fingers and watches you with interest.
The eye comes back after a moment, and he shakes his head, "Nothing from what I know."
“Nothing. Not a thing. Shame.” He stands up and looks like he is about to say something, and then decides not to. And then decides to do it anyway, “I might know of someone who… may be able to locate it…”
He keeps himself from grabbing their shirt, a visible effort to do so, blinking before calming himself to ask "Who? Where are they? I NEED my body back."
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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.'
*Goooooooood morning, my lovely paradoxes, enigmas, and anomalies! How are y'all today?*
Omori is continuing her study of the strange symbols she drew while cursed, and she's made one small breakthrough- it's similar to Deep Speech writing. An older dialect, perhaps? A different language with a common root? It's unclear, but she hopes to find the answer soon.
The Architect is continuing her research on the Old Blood, both testing the blood itself and the newfound strength it gave her. The adorable nightmare child is perched on their shoulders, loosely coiled around their nonexistent neck like a snake, watching her work with clear curiosity. (Also, Jester, we should probably figure out a name for the little horror. Any ideas?)
*Goooooooood morning, my lovely paradoxes, enigmas, and anomalies! How are y'all today?*
Omori is continuing her study of the strange symbols she drew while cursed, and she's made one small breakthrough- it's similar to Deep Speech writing. An older dialect, perhaps? A different language with a common root? It's unclear, but she hopes to find the answer soon.
The Architect is continuing her research on the Old Blood, both testing the blood itself and the newfound strength it gave her. The adorable nightmare child is perched on their shoulders, loosely coiled around their nonexistent neck like a snake, watching her work with clear curiosity. (Also, Jester, we should probably figure out a name for the little horror. Any ideas?)
Isaac's bird lands on her shoulder
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am lost with a direction I am failure and perfection Without grace, but I am tired Of walking life like it's a wire
*Goooooooood morning, my lovely paradoxes, enigmas, and anomalies! How are y'all today?*
Omori is continuing her study of the strange symbols she drew while cursed, and she's made one small breakthrough- it's similar to Deep Speech writing. An older dialect, perhaps? A different language with a common root? It's unclear, but she hopes to find the answer soon.
Isaac's bird lands on her shoulder
She doesn't immediately notice the bird, absorbed in her note-writing, until she looks up from her papers and sees them. "Oh, hi again."
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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 just grabs her arm and dislocates it while checking her heart rate.
She picks them up, lying down in bed with them.
Well, her heart rate would rate from that, but before it was perfectly normal for a hostage.
Leo hugs her close.
He sighs dragging her outside and throwing her in a muddy alleyway.
She hugs them back, closing her eyes, "Sleep."
She pushes herself up, flipping them off and trying to clean her wound.
He nods, starting to snore.
He sighs and shoots out her other knee. "Kindness is a virtue." he says. "And tell those corpos that the assassins wont work. I got a sandy, and a good one at that."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
he just grabs her arm and dislocates it while checking her heart rate.
She picks them up, lying down in bed with them.
Well, her heart rate would rate from that, but before it was perfectly normal for a hostage.
Leo hugs her close.
He sighs dragging her outside and throwing her in a muddy alleyway.
She hugs them back, closing her eyes, "Sleep."
She pushes herself up, flipping them off and trying to clean her wound.
He nods, starting to snore.
He sighs and shoots out her other knee. "Kindness is a virtue." he says. "And tell those corpos that the assassins wont work. I got a sandy, and a good one at that."
She falls asleep soon after to the sound of their snores.
She screams, blood and enraged before trying whatever she can to get away and to someone who isn't going to shoot her, preferably.
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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 temples his fingers and watches you with interest.
It seems okay, some mistakes here and there.
"Talk. Or it wont just be your knee that hurts."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The eye comes back after a moment, and he shakes his head, "Nothing from what I know."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She begins correcting those mistakes, erasing and rewriting as she helps them.
"Scum, a Corpo hired me, heard about both of you [gp]s."
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.)
“Nothing. Not a thing. Shame.” He stands up and looks like he is about to say something, and then decides not to. And then decides to do it anyway, “I might know of someone who… may be able to locate it…”
He keeps himself from grabbing their shirt, a visible effort to do so, blinking before calming himself to ask "Who? Where are they? I NEED my body back."
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.)
"Thank you..."
"What Corp." he says.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She rests a hand on their thigh, "Of course, dear."
"Didn't tell me, just paid me to do the job."
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 still looks tired.
"Uh huh. Sure." he says, pressing the barrel into their other knee
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She finishes up with her corrections, "You're going back to sleep."
"I'm being honest! Check my heart rate and see!" She tries to pull herself farther into the booth away from 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.)
"Okay..."
he just grabs her arm and dislocates it while checking her heart rate.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hi frens, wouldst anyone like to rp*
*Goooooooood morning, my lovely paradoxes, enigmas, and anomalies! How are y'all today?*
Omori is continuing her study of the strange symbols she drew while cursed, and she's made one small breakthrough- it's similar to Deep Speech writing. An older dialect, perhaps? A different language with a common root? It's unclear, but she hopes to find the answer soon.
The Architect is continuing her research on the Old Blood, both testing the blood itself and the newfound strength it gave her. The adorable nightmare child is perched on their shoulders, loosely coiled around their nonexistent neck like a snake, watching her work with clear curiosity. (Also, Jester, we should probably figure out a name for the little horror. Any ideas?)
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She picks them up, lying down in bed with them.
Well, her heart rate would rate from that, but before it was perfectly normal for a hostage.
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.)
Isaac's bird lands on her shoulder
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
Leo hugs her close.
He sighs dragging her outside and throwing her in a muddy alleyway.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She doesn't immediately notice the bird, absorbed in her note-writing, until she looks up from her papers and sees them. "Oh, hi again."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She hugs them back, closing her eyes, "Sleep."
She pushes herself up, flipping them off and trying to clean her wound.
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 nods, starting to snore.
He sighs and shoots out her other knee. "Kindness is a virtue." he says. "And tell those corpos that the assassins wont work. I got a sandy, and a good one at that."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She falls asleep soon after to the sound of their snores.
She screams, blood and enraged before trying whatever she can to get away and to someone who isn't going to shoot her, preferably.
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.)