"I'm Amicus!.. Who are you?..." They responds, their voice faint yet holding a clear tone of happiness.
She smiles a bit as well, continuing her project as well. Her own project is moving at a much slower pace, but most of that is from her lack of experience with making armor from the scales of a monster.
He cracks a little bit of a smile, speaking with a little joy himself “I’m Pimento, sharpest wit with the sharpest knives this side o’ everywhere.”
He tilts his head curiously, deciding to take a break after finishing another round, sitting near them and not in their personal space, watching them and analyzing the scales of whatever creature it may be.
The shadow's face splits open a bit, forming a sort of smile as well. "Nice to meet you, Pimento..." It responds cheerily. "...Sharp knives?.. Are you an assassin of sorts, then?.."
"I'm trying to link the scales together for extra protection with my armor." She explains, noticing his curiosity. "I'm something of a monster hunter- trying to use materials from what I hunt more often. Not let anything go to waste, you know?"
“Assassin? I would call myself that, I’m a business, my business just gets a lil dirty sometimes. Ya know, you’re the second shadow person I met taday.” He says, his occasional tooth fake or chipped.
“A monster hunter? A curious profession, I could never do something of the sort, but you’re doing that all wrong, let me help.” He begins plucking strings of his violin, and Mavis begins to see the small mistakes she’s made in the design and how to improve.
"I'm Amicus!.. Who are you?..." They responds, their voice faint yet holding a clear tone of happiness.
She smiles a bit as well, continuing her project as well. Her own project is moving at a much slower pace, but most of that is from her lack of experience with making armor from the scales of a monster.
He cracks a little bit of a smile, speaking with a little joy himself “I’m Pimento, sharpest wit with the sharpest knives this side o’ everywhere.”
He tilts his head curiously, deciding to take a break after finishing another round, sitting near them and not in their personal space, watching them and analyzing the scales of whatever creature it may be.
The shadow's face splits open a bit, forming a sort of smile as well. "Nice to meet you, Pimento..." It responds cheerily. "...Sharp knives?.. Are you an assassin of sorts, then?.."
"I'm trying to link the scales together for extra protection with my armor." She explains, noticing his curiosity. "I'm something of a monster hunter- trying to use materials from what I hunt more often. Not let anything go to waste, you know?"
“Assassin? I would call myself that, I’m a business, my business just gets a lil dirty sometimes. Ya know, you’re the second shadow person I met taday.” He says, his occasional tooth fake or chipped.
“A monster hunter? A curious profession, I could never do something of the sort, but you’re doing that all wrong, let me help.” He begins plucking strings of his violin, and Mavis begins to see the small mistakes she’s made in the design and how to improve.
"Interesting... you're the second assassin- or at least something similar- I've met so far... or was it the third?.. There's a lot of assassins around this place..."
"Oh wait, that's how the thread's supposed to go..." She mutters, beginning to correct the errors in her design. "Thank you. I know, it's an odd profession, but I wanted to try something new. I didn't want to just dig graves as my job for my whole life."
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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 feel like Otto needs a little more work. His concept is that he's internalized that he's a monster, and the "everybody loves me" gas makes that kind of weird.*
Lee is outside, painting his nails. The figure seems to be dressed in high fashion, a long black jacket with an inner lining being made of soft furs, a pair of torn jeans with a nice belt, expensive loafers shined to perfection, and many rings on their fingers. They don't wear their mask, more so just a pair of sunglasses over their skinless face that is missing the epidermis, twitching flesh of red is only there.
Lee is outside, painting his nails. The figure seems to be dressed in high fashion, a long black jacket with an inner lining being made of soft furs, a pair of torn jeans with a nice belt, expensive loafers shined to perfection, and many rings on their fingers. They don't wear their mask, more so just a pair of sunglasses over their skinless face that is missing the epidermis, twitching flesh of red is only there.
Gravedigger nods to them as he walks by
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I'm starting to cave, I'm losing my flame I wanted your truth, but I wanted the pain To disappear, dream maker, life taker Open up my mind
Lee is outside, painting his nails. The figure seems to be dressed in high fashion, a long black jacket with an inner lining being made of soft furs, a pair of torn jeans with a nice belt, expensive loafers shined to perfection, and many rings on their fingers. They don't wear their mask, more so just a pair of sunglasses over their skinless face that is missing the epidermis, twitching flesh of red is only there.
Otto sees Lee and walks away.
Five minutes later, he comes back with an unopened bottle of ointment. "Does it hurt?"
Lee is outside, painting his nails. The figure seems to be dressed in high fashion, a long black jacket with an inner lining being made of soft furs, a pair of torn jeans with a nice belt, expensive loafers shined to perfection, and many rings on their fingers. They don't wear their mask, more so just a pair of sunglasses over their skinless face that is missing the epidermis, twitching flesh of red is only there.
Lee is outside, painting his nails. The figure seems to be dressed in high fashion, a long black jacket with an inner lining being made of soft furs, a pair of torn jeans with a nice belt, expensive loafers shined to perfection, and many rings on their fingers. They don't wear their mask, more so just a pair of sunglasses over their skinless face that is missing the epidermis, twitching flesh of red is only there.
Otto sees Lee and walks away.
Five minutes later, he comes back with an unopened bottle of ointment. "Does it hurt?"
Lee looks up, his lidless eyes watching them before chuckling "Only when it rains." he jokes and sets his nail polish aside.
Five minutes later, he comes back with an unopened bottle of ointment. "Does it hurt?"
Lee looks up, his lidless eyes watching them before chuckling "Only when it rains." he jokes and sets his nail polish aside.
He places the substance on the table. "This is the kind I use when I need to heal. When the sun gets high, it burns and withers me away layer by layer." He looks at Lee's face, somewhat enamored. "You're very confident. I use all sorts of cosmetics, and I still don't feel safe."
Five minutes later, he comes back with an unopened bottle of ointment. "Does it hurt?"
Lee looks up, his lidless eyes watching them before chuckling "Only when it rains." he jokes and sets his nail polish aside.
He places the substance on the table. "This is the kind I use when I need to heal. When the sun gets high, it burns and withers me away layer by layer." He looks at Lee's face, somewhat enamored. "You're very confident. I use all sorts of cosmetics, and I still don't feel safe."
He laughs a bit, his teeth clicking a bit "Cosmetics? You? But you're so beautiful dear" he tilts his head, his long black hair moving with him like a waterfall of raven-colored water.
*Hey everybody, looks like I’m back, probably not by choice. I’ve been beckoned back by an idea. Also, Baalze, I have to ask, do half Stugels exist?*
A faint blue and purple light, an azul color, appears in an empty lot close to the docks, beginning in the center of which. It appears to be an ember, the beginnings of a flame started and quickly expanding with the sound of crackling and the shattering of glass.
Space seems to shift as something materializes in the lot, taking its place and becoming some kind of building, forming from the flame, though it makes it seem like it has always existed. A sign sits in front of the door, a comforting looking restaurant, perfectly calm with the gentle breeze, the crackling of that flame coming from inside, the sign doesn’t have the name of the place, just the word ‘Enjoy’.
*Hey everybody, looks like I’m back, probably not by choice. I’ve been beckoned back by an idea. Also, Baalze, I have to ask, do half Stugels exist?*
A faint blue and purple light, an azul color, appears in an empty lot close to the docks, beginning in the center of which. It appears to be an ember, the beginnings of a flame started and quickly expanding with the sound of crackling and the shattering of glass.
Space seems to shift as something materializes in the lot, taking its place and becoming some kind of building, forming from the flame, though it makes it seem like it has always existed. A sign sits in front of the door, a comforting looking restaurant, the sign doesn’t have the name of the place, just the word ‘Enjoy’.
“Assassin? I would call myself that, I’m a business, my business just gets a lil dirty sometimes. Ya know, you’re the second shadow person I met taday.” He says, his occasional tooth fake or chipped.
“A monster hunter? A curious profession, I could never do something of the sort, but you’re doing that all wrong, let me help.” He begins plucking strings of his violin, and Mavis begins to see the small mistakes she’s made in the design and how to improve.
*Thats the way things are.*
*Hope you get a bit less tired then*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*I will eventually, thank you kindly Tarra.*
*I offer you one [Digital Hug]*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Thank you Tarra, you are very kind.*
*So are you Jester*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"Interesting... you're the second assassin- or at least something similar- I've met so far... or was it the third?.. There's a lot of assassins around this place..."
"Oh wait, that's how the thread's supposed to go..." She mutters, beginning to correct the errors in her design. "Thank you. I know, it's an odd profession, but I wanted to try something new. I didn't want to just dig graves as my job for my whole life."
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 feel like Otto needs a little more work. His concept is that he's internalized that he's a monster, and the "everybody loves me" gas makes that kind of weird.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hey everybody, think I gotta go for a while, see yall around, love yall.*
*Bye Jester*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Lee is outside, painting his nails. The figure seems to be dressed in high fashion, a long black jacket with an inner lining being made of soft furs, a pair of torn jeans with a nice belt, expensive loafers shined to perfection, and many rings on their fingers. They don't wear their mask, more so just a pair of sunglasses over their skinless face that is missing the epidermis, twitching flesh of red is only there.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Gravedigger nods to them as he walks by
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I'm starting to cave, I'm losing my flame
I wanted your truth, but I wanted the pain
To disappear, dream maker, life taker
Open up my mind
Otto sees Lee and walks away.
Five minutes later, he comes back with an unopened bottle of ointment. "Does it hurt?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Lee looks up and nods back
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Lee looks up, his lidless eyes watching them before chuckling "Only when it rains." he jokes and sets his nail polish aside.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He places the substance on the table. "This is the kind I use when I need to heal. When the sun gets high, it burns and withers me away layer by layer." He looks at Lee's face, somewhat enamored. "You're very confident. I use all sorts of cosmetics, and I still don't feel safe."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He laughs a bit, his teeth clicking a bit "Cosmetics? You? But you're so beautiful dear" he tilts his head, his long black hair moving with him like a waterfall of raven-colored water.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Hey everybody, looks like I’m back, probably not by choice. I’ve been beckoned back by an idea. Also, Baalze, I have to ask, do half Stugels exist?*
A faint blue and purple light, an azul color, appears in an empty lot close to the docks, beginning in the center of which. It appears to be an ember, the beginnings of a flame started and quickly expanding with the sound of crackling and the shattering of glass.
Space seems to shift as something materializes in the lot, taking its place and becoming some kind of building, forming from the flame, though it makes it seem like it has always existed. A sign sits in front of the door, a comforting looking restaurant, perfectly calm with the gentle breeze, the crackling of that flame coming from inside, the sign doesn’t have the name of the place, just the word ‘Enjoy’.
*HEYA JESTER!!! :33333*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.