"Oh, feel no need to scold a child that knows no better." He dusts off his hand, disgusted by the contact with such a foul creature, though naturally he doesn't show that disgust "It is not as if I could be harmed by such an adorable little munchkin. What additives might you have added to create such a creature? You must have been a part, their mask is almost identical to your own."
"That's good to know. They've still got a lot of growing ahead of them- they're only a few weeks old, after all." Luna skitters down to her arm again, gnawing against her chitinous plates. The Architect chuckles a bit at that. "Yes, they have bits of Dark Energy from both parents, as well as Old Blood, normal blood, some air from the Far Realm, and trace amounts of more mundane binders and catalysts."
"Such an interesting little being, nightmares as a whole are, but I've never seen one artificially made. Oh, and you said that there are two parents, one of them being you? Where is the other, are they dead?" He asks with his smile still plastered onto his face, his leaf hair gently swaying in the soft breeze, looking down at Luna, "Maybe I'll begin making my own. Would you like some Paleblood?"
"Correct- one is myself, and the other is my husband Henry. At the moment, I believe he's out collecting power for the little one to consume once they're ready." She smiles at the little creature as well- she can tell his smile is forced, but doesn't comment on it. Rather, her attention is focused on that last question. "Sure, I'd love some- I've always wanted to try Paleblood."
"Husband? Hmm, gathering power for this little one, they must be a good father then." He looks down to the pocket of his suit, reaching in with his entire arm, which vanishes into the suit without any indication it went in at all, before pulling out a small vial, that conceals what is inside, "You may have this, in exchange for a favor in the future, if you want it of course." He holds it out to 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.'
"Such an interesting little being, nightmares as a whole are, but I've never seen one artificially made. Oh, and you said that there are two parents, one of them being you? Where is the other, are they dead?" He asks with his smile still plastered onto his face, his leaf hair gently swaying in the soft breeze, looking down at Luna, "Maybe I'll begin making my own. Would you like some Paleblood?"
"Correct- one is myself, and the other is my husband Henry. At the moment, I believe he's out collecting power for the little one to consume once they're ready." She smiles at the little creature as well- she can tell his smile is forced, but doesn't comment on it. Rather, her attention is focused on that last question. "Sure, I'd love some- I've always wanted to try Paleblood."
"Husband? Hmm, gathering power for this little one, they must be a good father then." He looks down to the pocket of his suit, reaching in with his entire arm, which vanishes into the suit without any indication it went in at all, before pulling out a small vial, that conceals what is inside, "You may have this, in exchange for a favor in the future, if you want it of course." He holds it out to them.
She inspects the vial, making sure that this is in fact Paleblood and that she isn't being fooled. "...On one condition- the favor can't be something that hurts me, Henry, or Luna in any way."
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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)
"Such an interesting little being, nightmares as a whole are, but I've never seen one artificially made. Oh, and you said that there are two parents, one of them being you? Where is the other, are they dead?" He asks with his smile still plastered onto his face, his leaf hair gently swaying in the soft breeze, looking down at Luna, "Maybe I'll begin making my own. Would you like some Paleblood?"
"Correct- one is myself, and the other is my husband Henry. At the moment, I believe he's out collecting power for the little one to consume once they're ready." She smiles at the little creature as well- she can tell his smile is forced, but doesn't comment on it. Rather, her attention is focused on that last question. "Sure, I'd love some- I've always wanted to try Paleblood."
"Husband? Hmm, gathering power for this little one, they must be a good father then." He looks down to the pocket of his suit, reaching in with his entire arm, which vanishes into the suit without any indication it went in at all, before pulling out a small vial, that conceals what is inside, "You may have this, in exchange for a favor in the future, if you want it of course." He holds it out to them.
She inspects the vial, making sure that this is in fact Paleblood and that she isn't being fooled. "...On one condition- the favor can't be something that hurts me, Henry, or Luna in any way."
From what they can sense seeping through the container, it's entirely what they would want. Paleblood, pure as could possibly be obtained. He sneers internally before thinking about the condition. After a moment he nods, "It will not harm any of you directly." He holds out a hand to shape one of theirs, his smile becoming genuine.
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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.'
"Correct- one is myself, and the other is my husband Henry. At the moment, I believe he's out collecting power for the little one to consume once they're ready." She smiles at the little creature as well- she can tell his smile is forced, but doesn't comment on it. Rather, her attention is focused on that last question. "Sure, I'd love some- I've always wanted to try Paleblood."
"Husband? Hmm, gathering power for this little one, they must be a good father then." He looks down to the pocket of his suit, reaching in with his entire arm, which vanishes into the suit without any indication it went in at all, before pulling out a small vial, that conceals what is inside, "You may have this, in exchange for a favor in the future, if you want it of course." He holds it out to them.
She inspects the vial, making sure that this is in fact Paleblood and that she isn't being fooled. "...On one condition- the favor can't be something that hurts me, Henry, or Luna in any way."
From what they can sense seeping through the container, it's entirely what they would want. Paleblood, pure as could possibly be obtained. He sneers internally before thinking about the condition. After a moment he nods, "It will not harm any of you directly." He holds out a hand to shape one of theirs, his smile becoming genuine.
She thinks a moment, her mask shifting to its neutral expression before she decides... "Perhaps another time, but for now I must decline." She answers. Her mask's smile hasn't changed at all, but it almost feels like it's mocking him. Perhaps he's overthinking it.
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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)
She thinks a moment, her mask shifting to its neutral expression before she decides... "Perhaps another time, but for now I must decline." She answers. Her mask's smile hasn't changed at all, but it almost feels like it's mocking him. Perhaps he's overthinking it.
His eyes twitch with a genuine rage for a moment before he puts the vial away, "I hope you take some time to reconsider, or maybe another will take the offer you didn't." He shrugs, smoothing out his hair, "I wish the best upon you and this young one of yours."
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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.'
She thinks a moment, her mask shifting to its neutral expression before she decides... "Perhaps another time, but for now I must decline." She answers. Her mask's smile hasn't changed at all, but it almost feels like it's mocking him. Perhaps he's overthinking it.
His eyes twitch with a genuine rage for a moment before he puts the vial away, "I hope you take some time to reconsider, or maybe another will take the offer you didn't." He shrugs, smoothing out his hair, "I wish the best upon you and this young one of yours."
Her mask returns to its neutral expression- the painted eyes are no different than before, but also seem to contain some quiet anger. "Thank you. I'll take time to think it over- I just hope whoever takes it knows the cost."
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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)
She thinks a moment, her mask shifting to its neutral expression before she decides... "Perhaps another time, but for now I must decline." She answers. Her mask's smile hasn't changed at all, but it almost feels like it's mocking him. Perhaps he's overthinking it.
His eyes twitch with a genuine rage for a moment before he puts the vial away, "I hope you take some time to reconsider, or maybe another will take the offer you didn't." He shrugs, smoothing out his hair, "I wish the best upon you and this young one of yours."
Her mask returns to its neutral expression- the painted eyes are no different than before, but also seem to contain some quiet anger. "Thank you. I'll take time to think it over- I just hope whoever takes it knows the cost."
He takes a deep breath, "I never make a deal without letting someone know the cost. I'm no dirty swindler you-" He stops himself, getting ahead of himself and showing his true personality "I suppose I should be going." He begins walking off.
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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.'
She thinks a moment, her mask shifting to its neutral expression before she decides... "Perhaps another time, but for now I must decline." She answers. Her mask's smile hasn't changed at all, but it almost feels like it's mocking him. Perhaps he's overthinking it.
His eyes twitch with a genuine rage for a moment before he puts the vial away, "I hope you take some time to reconsider, or maybe another will take the offer you didn't." He shrugs, smoothing out his hair, "I wish the best upon you and this young one of yours."
Her mask returns to its neutral expression- the painted eyes are no different than before, but also seem to contain some quiet anger. "Thank you. I'll take time to think it over- I just hope whoever takes it knows the cost."
He takes a deep breath, "I never make a deal without letting someone know the cost. I'm no dirty swindler you-" He stops himself, getting ahead of himself and showing his true personality "I suppose I should be going." He begins walking off.
Her mask changes its visage again to one that isn't often used by her- an annoyed-seeming expression that could only be described as disappointment. "Yes, I suppose it's best that we leave as well." Four membranous wings of blood-soaked cloth unfurl from her back, and in the blink of an eye, she is soaring away with Luna still coiled around her arm.
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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)
She thinks a moment, her mask shifting to its neutral expression before she decides... "Perhaps another time, but for now I must decline." She answers. Her mask's smile hasn't changed at all, but it almost feels like it's mocking him. Perhaps he's overthinking it.
His eyes twitch with a genuine rage for a moment before he puts the vial away, "I hope you take some time to reconsider, or maybe another will take the offer you didn't." He shrugs, smoothing out his hair, "I wish the best upon you and this young one of yours."
Her mask returns to its neutral expression- the painted eyes are no different than before, but also seem to contain some quiet anger. "Thank you. I'll take time to think it over- I just hope whoever takes it knows the cost."
He takes a deep breath, "I never make a deal without letting someone know the cost. I'm no dirty swindler you-" He stops himself, getting ahead of himself and showing his true personality "I suppose I should be going." He begins walking off.
Her mask changes its visage again to one that isn't often used by her- an annoyed-seeming expression that could only be described as disappointment. "Yes, I suppose it's best that we leave as well." Four membranous wings of blood-soaked cloth unfurl from her back, and in the blink of an eye, she is soaring away with Luna still coiled around her arm.
*Ah, exactly what I expected of him, a terrible person hidden behind a vale so thin it's see through.*
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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.'
Her mask returns to its neutral expression- the painted eyes are no different than before, but also seem to contain some quiet anger. "Thank you. I'll take time to think it over- I just hope whoever takes it knows the cost."
He takes a deep breath, "I never make a deal without letting someone know the cost. I'm no dirty swindler you-" He stops himself, getting ahead of himself and showing his true personality "I suppose I should be going." He begins walking off.
Her mask changes its visage again to one that isn't often used by her- an annoyed-seeming expression that could only be described as disappointment. "Yes, I suppose it's best that we leave as well." Four membranous wings of blood-soaked cloth unfurl from her back, and in the blink of an eye, she is soaring away with Luna still coiled around her arm.
*Ah, exactly what I expected of him, a terrible person hidden behind a vale so thin it's see through.*
*Yes, the mask hiding his true personality may as well be made of glass- the Architect knew something was off from the start.*
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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)
Her mask returns to its neutral expression- the painted eyes are no different than before, but also seem to contain some quiet anger. "Thank you. I'll take time to think it over- I just hope whoever takes it knows the cost."
He takes a deep breath, "I never make a deal without letting someone know the cost. I'm no dirty swindler you-" He stops himself, getting ahead of himself and showing his true personality "I suppose I should be going." He begins walking off.
Her mask changes its visage again to one that isn't often used by her- an annoyed-seeming expression that could only be described as disappointment. "Yes, I suppose it's best that we leave as well." Four membranous wings of blood-soaked cloth unfurl from her back, and in the blink of an eye, she is soaring away with Luna still coiled around her arm.
*Ah, exactly what I expected of him, a terrible person hidden behind a vale so thin it's see through.*
*Yes, the mask hiding his true personality may as well be made of glass- the Architect knew something was off from the start.*
*Well, what else would you expect from an Archfey. The mask wasn't made to fool people like KK anyway, it was made for mortals with nothing to lose except their souls.*
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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.'
*Anybody here? It's cool if not, I've got work to do anyway.*
*I'm still here, if you'd like to rp. I understand if you don't- I wouldn't want to get in the way of important work.*
*It's fine, don't worry about it, I can do both, I'll just maybe be a little slow on the reply. Do you want anyone specific?*
*Perhaps... Merabelle and another of your choice?*
*Okay, gotta bring back an old one.*
Merabelle is working out outside, eye closed, focused on keeping herself strong for the sake of her family.
The Faceless Merchant has come back to town, and when the chilling air follows soon behind, it's known that isn't good. His hood is off, revealing the batch of stitched skin where a face should be, along with a sewn closed mouth.
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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.'
*Anybody here? It's cool if not, I've got work to do anyway.*
*I'm still here, if you'd like to rp. I understand if you don't- I wouldn't want to get in the way of important work.*
*It's fine, don't worry about it, I can do both, I'll just maybe be a little slow on the reply. Do you want anyone specific?*
*Perhaps... Merabelle and another of your choice?*
*Okay, gotta bring back an old one.*
Merabelle is working out outside, eye closed, focused on keeping herself strong for the sake of her family.
The Faceless Merchant has come back to town, and when the chilling air follows soon behind, it's known that isn't good. His hood is off, revealing the batch of stitched skin where a face should be, along with a sewn closed mouth.
Omori is nearby, working on her magic as she continues her attempts to cast her first 2nd level spell. She's making some definite progress, though each level of spell requires an exponentially higher amount of casting ability than the last.
Mavis has also recently returned to town, her scale-mail damaged but still mostly put-together, her hunt successful. She is sitting on a bench outside, cleaning the blood off her shield.
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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)
Omori is nearby, working on her magic as she continues her attempts to cast her first 2nd level spell. She's making some definite progress, though each level of spell requires an exponentially higher amount of casting ability than the last.
Mavis has also recently returned to town, her scale-mail damaged but still mostly put-together, her hunt successful. She is sitting on a bench outside, cleaning the blood off her shield.
She takes a break to stop and watch their process while she drinks some water, sitting nearby. She tries to identify what's going wrong with the spell, her eyes quietly analyzing them.
Sitting next to the bench, the merchant looks up to them, with eye sockets that don't exist, and somehow giving off a sense of pure joy as his face tears apart to allow himself to smile, "Hello there ma'am, would you like a look at my wears? Anything you could ever ask for, Ms.Mavis."
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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.'
Omori is nearby, working on her magic as she continues her attempts to cast her first 2nd level spell. She's making some definite progress, though each level of spell requires an exponentially higher amount of casting ability than the last.
Mavis has also recently returned to town, her scale-mail damaged but still mostly put-together, her hunt successful. She is sitting on a bench outside, cleaning the blood off her shield.
She takes a break to stop and watch their process while she drinks some water, sitting nearby. She tries to identify what's going wrong with the spell, her eyes quietly analyzing them.
Sitting next to the bench, the merchant looks up to them, with eye sockets that don't exist, and somehow giving off a sense of pure joy as his face tears apart to allow himself to smile, "Hello there ma'am, would you like a look at my wears? Anything you could ever ask for, Ms.Mavis."
There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with the spell itself, or with Omori- she's very close to casting the spell, but just trying to accumulate enough magic to do so. She pauses for a few seconds, taking a breath, closing her eyes. She assumes her Starry Form- maybe that will help, she thinks. She gives it one more attempt... A brilliant beam of moonlight is cast from her outstretched hand, the radiant spell sailing off into the distance until it collides with a nearby rock. A circular scorch mark on the stone is all that remains a few seconds later. Omori is silent, shocked that it actually worked.
She looks up at the merchant, seeming wary, but mostly because of what he said. "How do you know my... never mind. What are your wares?" She asks, curious but cautious.
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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)
Omori is nearby, working on her magic as she continues her attempts to cast her first 2nd level spell. She's making some definite progress, though each level of spell requires an exponentially higher amount of casting ability than the last.
Mavis has also recently returned to town, her scale-mail damaged but still mostly put-together, her hunt successful. She is sitting on a bench outside, cleaning the blood off her shield.
She takes a break to stop and watch their process while she drinks some water, sitting nearby. She tries to identify what's going wrong with the spell, her eyes quietly analyzing them.
Sitting next to the bench, the merchant looks up to them, with eye sockets that don't exist, and somehow giving off a sense of pure joy as his face tears apart to allow himself to smile, "Hello there ma'am, would you like a look at my wears? Anything you could ever ask for, Ms.Mavis."
There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with the spell itself, or with Omori- she's very close to casting the spell, but just trying to accumulate enough magic to do so. She pauses for a few seconds, taking a breath, closing her eyes. She assumes her Starry Form- maybe that will help, she thinks. She gives it one more attempt... A brilliant beam of moonlight is cast from her outstretched hand, the radiant spell sailing off into the distance until it collides with a nearby rock. A circular scorch mark on the stone is all that remains a few seconds later. Omori is silent, shocked that it actually worked.
She looks up at the merchant, seeming wary, but mostly because of what he said. "How do you know my... never mind. What are your wares?" She asks, curious but cautious.
She grins, walking over behind Omori and hugging them tight, kissing the top of their head as she cackles "An' with that, my lil Omori's one step closer ta bein' an Arch druid, maybe even more than that!" She picks them up and begins spinning them in the air, "I don't ya have proud I am o' ya often enough! Yer my lil speck o' starlight, sweetheart."
Blood begins dripping from the tear he made in his own flesh as he smiles and happily clasps his hands together "All semantics, you look like a Mavis, I was just lucky. I have anything you could ever want, please, ask for something absurd, I'll give you whatever you ask for free."
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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.'
"Husband? Hmm, gathering power for this little one, they must be a good father then." He looks down to the pocket of his suit, reaching in with his entire arm, which vanishes into the suit without any indication it went in at all, before pulling out a small vial, that conceals what is inside, "You may have this, in exchange for a favor in the future, if you want it of course." He holds it out to 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.)
She inspects the vial, making sure that this is in fact Paleblood and that she isn't being fooled. "...On one condition- the favor can't be something that hurts me, Henry, or Luna in any way."
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)
From what they can sense seeping through the container, it's entirely what they would want. Paleblood, pure as could possibly be obtained. He sneers internally before thinking about the condition. After a moment he nods, "It will not harm any of you directly." He holds out a hand to shape one of theirs, his smile becoming genuine.
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 thinks a moment, her mask shifting to its neutral expression before she decides... "Perhaps another time, but for now I must decline." She answers. Her mask's smile hasn't changed at all, but it almost feels like it's mocking him. Perhaps he's overthinking it.
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)
His eyes twitch with a genuine rage for a moment before he puts the vial away, "I hope you take some time to reconsider, or maybe another will take the offer you didn't." He shrugs, smoothing out his hair, "I wish the best upon you and this young one of yours."
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.)
Her mask returns to its neutral expression- the painted eyes are no different than before, but also seem to contain some quiet anger. "Thank you. I'll take time to think it over- I just hope whoever takes it knows the cost."
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 takes a deep breath, "I never make a deal without letting someone know the cost. I'm no dirty swindler you-" He stops himself, getting ahead of himself and showing his true personality "I suppose I should be going." He begins walking off.
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.)
Her mask changes its visage again to one that isn't often used by her- an annoyed-seeming expression that could only be described as disappointment. "Yes, I suppose it's best that we leave as well." Four membranous wings of blood-soaked cloth unfurl from her back, and in the blink of an eye, she is soaring away with Luna still coiled around her arm.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Ah, exactly what I expected of him, a terrible person hidden behind a vale so thin it's see through.*
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.)
*Yes, the mask hiding his true personality may as well be made of glass- the Architect knew something was off from the start.*
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)
*Well, what else would you expect from an Archfey. The mask wasn't made to fool people like KK anyway, it was made for mortals with nothing to lose except their souls.*
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.)
*Anybody here? It's cool if not, I've got work to do anyway.*
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 still here, if you'd like to rp. I understand if you don't- I wouldn't want to get in the way of important work.*
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 fine, don't worry about it, I can do both, I'll just maybe be a little slow on the reply. Do you want anyone specific?*
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.)
*Perhaps... Merabelle and another of your choice?*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Okay, gotta bring back an old one.*
Merabelle is working out outside, eye closed, focused on keeping herself strong for the sake of her family.
The Faceless Merchant has come back to town, and when the chilling air follows soon behind, it's known that isn't good. His hood is off, revealing the batch of stitched skin where a face should be, along with a sewn closed mouth.
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.)
Omori is nearby, working on her magic as she continues her attempts to cast her first 2nd level spell. She's making some definite progress, though each level of spell requires an exponentially higher amount of casting ability than the last.
Mavis has also recently returned to town, her scale-mail damaged but still mostly put-together, her hunt successful. She is sitting on a bench outside, cleaning the blood off her shield.
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 takes a break to stop and watch their process while she drinks some water, sitting nearby. She tries to identify what's going wrong with the spell, her eyes quietly analyzing them.
Sitting next to the bench, the merchant looks up to them, with eye sockets that don't exist, and somehow giving off a sense of pure joy as his face tears apart to allow himself to smile, "Hello there ma'am, would you like a look at my wears? Anything you could ever ask for, Ms.Mavis."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with the spell itself, or with Omori- she's very close to casting the spell, but just trying to accumulate enough magic to do so. She pauses for a few seconds, taking a breath, closing her eyes. She assumes her Starry Form- maybe that will help, she thinks. She gives it one more attempt...
A brilliant beam of moonlight is cast from her outstretched hand, the radiant spell sailing off into the distance until it collides with a nearby rock. A circular scorch mark on the stone is all that remains a few seconds later. Omori is silent, shocked that it actually worked.
She looks up at the merchant, seeming wary, but mostly because of what he said. "How do you know my... never mind. What are your wares?" She asks, curious but cautious.
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 grins, walking over behind Omori and hugging them tight, kissing the top of their head as she cackles "An' with that, my lil Omori's one step closer ta bein' an Arch druid, maybe even more than that!" She picks them up and begins spinning them in the air, "I don't ya have proud I am o' ya often enough! Yer my lil speck o' starlight, sweetheart."
Blood begins dripping from the tear he made in his own flesh as he smiles and happily clasps his hands together "All semantics, you look like a Mavis, I was just lucky. I have anything you could ever want, please, ask for something absurd, I'll give you whatever you ask for free."
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.)