"That's a good idea- that spell took more of my energy than I thought it would." The large-eyed shadow follows close behind, helping her prepare the food however she can.
She thinks for a long while, before she speaks again. "...Do you have something that could help me be better at monster hunting?"
Once the meal is done she gives it to them, hugging them and kissing their forehead "Now get ta eatin'. I want ya big an' strong."
His stitched face smiles before reaching into the bag. He pulls out a book, handing it to them, "Free of charge, you are going to enjoy this." It looks like someone's monster hunting journal.
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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.'
"That's a good idea- that spell took more of my energy than I thought it would." The large-eyed shadow follows close behind, helping her prepare the food however she can.
She thinks for a long while, before she speaks again. "...Do you have something that could help me be better at monster hunting?"
Once the meal is done she gives it to them, hugging them and kissing their forehead "Now get ta eatin'. I want ya big an' strong."
His stitched face smiles before reaching into the bag. He pulls out a book, handing it to them, "Free of charge, you are going to enjoy this." It looks like someone's monster hunting journal.
"I will be eventually. Thank you." She responds, before beginning to eat.
"I- Is that?..." She looks closer at the journal's cover, trying to find a name or inscription, but does not take 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)
"That's a good idea- that spell took more of my energy than I thought it would." The large-eyed shadow follows close behind, helping her prepare the food however she can.
She thinks for a long while, before she speaks again. "...Do you have something that could help me be better at monster hunting?"
Once the meal is done she gives it to them, hugging them and kissing their forehead "Now get ta eatin'. I want ya big an' strong."
His stitched face smiles before reaching into the bag. He pulls out a book, handing it to them, "Free of charge, you are going to enjoy this." It looks like someone's monster hunting journal.
"I will be eventually. Thank you." She responds, before beginning to eat.
"I- Is that?..." She looks closer at the journal's cover, trying to find a name or inscription, but does not take it.
She begins making herself a meal, humming and singing a lullaby.
It's worn, old, filled with papers and notes, peeking from one of the pages near the end, only able to be partially read is the name "Thorf-" along with a date. A day that hasn't happened yet, but that is soon.
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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.'
"That's a good idea- that spell took more of my energy than I thought it would." The large-eyed shadow follows close behind, helping her prepare the food however she can.
She thinks for a long while, before she speaks again. "...Do you have something that could help me be better at monster hunting?"
Once the meal is done she gives it to them, hugging them and kissing their forehead "Now get ta eatin'. I want ya big an' strong."
His stitched face smiles before reaching into the bag. He pulls out a book, handing it to them, "Free of charge, you are going to enjoy this." It looks like someone's monster hunting journal.
"I will be eventually. Thank you." She responds, before beginning to eat.
"I- Is that?..." She looks closer at the journal's cover, trying to find a name or inscription, but does not take it.
She begins making herself a meal, humming and singing a lullaby.
It's worn, old, filled with papers and notes, peeking from one of the pages near the end, only able to be partially read is the name "Thorf-" along with a date. A day that hasn't happened yet, but that is soon.
As she eats, Omori helps prepare the meal with her own magic however she can. Once it's ready, she produces a few papers from her satchel, beginning to examine them closely and taking notes every so often. One of the papers is covered in strange symbols- the symbols Omori said she wrote when she was cursed.
Her eyes widen as her suspicion is confirmed. "I- I can't. I can't take his journal. If there is some other way, I'll take that, but I wouldn't want to steal something of his. Please, return it to wherever you found 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)
As she eats, Omori helps prepare the meal with her own magic however she can. Once it's ready, she produces a few papers from her satchel, beginning to examine them closely and taking notes every so often. One of the papers is covered in strange symbols- the symbols Omori said she wrote when she was cursed.
Her eyes widen as her suspicion is confirmed. "I- I can't. I can't take his journal. If there is some other way, I'll take that, but I wouldn't want to steal something of his. Please, return it to wherever you found it."
She sits down next to them, looking at the paper with some suspicion in her eyes, picking up the paper after cleaning her hand and looking at it with squinted eyes, "What're ya gonna do with this, sweetheart?"
"Oh? And what issue is there in taking a dead man's journal? He won't be missing it, don't worry." He asks with a grin spreading across his face, they can see inside of his body a bit, and what they see is bugs, think Oogie Boogie from Nightmare before Christmas.
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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'm not pathetic. For now, yes. We will recruit others in the future."
*Okay, who do you want next?*
She wraps her arms around them, holding them tight.
"Will we, lamb chop? Until you prove yourself with some display of absolute power, I'm going to think you pathetic and adorable."
*not sure, just throw someone out
He smiles contently "Love you"
"How about this. You see that flock of birds?" he points up
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As she eats, Omori helps prepare the meal with her own magic however she can. Once it's ready, she produces a few papers from her satchel, beginning to examine them closely and taking notes every so often. One of the papers is covered in strange symbols- the symbols Omori said she wrote when she was cursed.
Her eyes widen as her suspicion is confirmed. "I- I can't. I can't take his journal. If there is some other way, I'll take that, but I wouldn't want to steal something of his. Please, return it to wherever you found it."
She sits down next to them, looking at the paper with some suspicion in her eyes, picking up the paper after cleaning her hand and looking at it with squinted eyes, "What're ya gonna do with this, sweetheart?"
"Oh? And what issue is there in taking a dead man's journal? He won't be missing it, don't worry." He asks with a grin spreading across his face, they can see inside of his body a bit, and what they see is bugs, think Oogie Boogie from Nightmare before Christmas.
"I was hoping to decipher what those symbols mean. I think I might have told you about that before." She explains, looking at the paper as well. The symbols are vaguely familiar- perhaps she saw something similar in one of Rennick's journals. "I promise, I'm not trying to take shortcuts- I know how that ends."
"H- he's... he's dead?!" She seems truly shocked, barely able to speak for a while. "How do you know this? Who told you? I swear, if you killed him..." One of her hands reaches towards the Gunlance on her back.
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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)
As she eats, Omori helps prepare the meal with her own magic however she can. Once it's ready, she produces a few papers from her satchel, beginning to examine them closely and taking notes every so often. One of the papers is covered in strange symbols- the symbols Omori said she wrote when she was cursed.
Her eyes widen as her suspicion is confirmed. "I- I can't. I can't take his journal. If there is some other way, I'll take that, but I wouldn't want to steal something of his. Please, return it to wherever you found it."
She sits down next to them, looking at the paper with some suspicion in her eyes, picking up the paper after cleaning her hand and looking at it with squinted eyes, "What're ya gonna do with this, sweetheart?"
"Oh? And what issue is there in taking a dead man's journal? He won't be missing it, don't worry." He asks with a grin spreading across his face, they can see inside of his body a bit, and what they see is bugs, think Oogie Boogie from Nightmare before Christmas.
"I was hoping to decipher what those symbols mean. I think I might have told you about that before." She explains, looking at the paper as well. The symbols are vaguely familiar- perhaps she saw something similar in one of Rennick's journals. "I promise, I'm not trying to take shortcuts- I know how that ends."
"H- he's... he's dead?!" She seems truly shocked, barely able to speak for a while. "How do you know this? Who told you? I swear, if you killed him..." One of her hands reaches towards the Gunlance on her back.
"No ya don't, ya don't remember how it ends, an' ya ain't seen what's left of Rennick. Ya don't know the worry I go through every day, thinkin' 'bout ya might dig the wrong hole an' lose yerself. I will help ya with this, but only work on it when we are workin' tagether. Understood?"
"No no, continue. What would you do, attempt to kill me and simply join him in death? He's not dead, well not yet anyway, but... he told you about the mission he was going on, correct?" The grin grows even wider with each moment.
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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'm not pathetic. For now, yes. We will recruit others in the future."
*Okay, who do you want next?*
She wraps her arms around them, holding them tight.
"Will we, lamb chop? Until you prove yourself with some display of absolute power, I'm going to think you pathetic and adorable."
*not sure, just throw someone out
He smiles contently "Love you"
"How about this. You see that flock of birds?" he points up
Thane is sitting outside of his home, waiting for his son to get home.
"I love you more." She smiles back at them.
She looks up, eyes locking on the flock of birds as she licks her lips with a grin.
Rycenius comes home, bag bouncing up and down as he runs
"Now what?~"
They fall to the ground as she watches, dead.
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Once the meal is done she gives it to them, hugging them and kissing their forehead "Now get ta eatin'. I want ya big an' strong."
His stitched face smiles before reaching into the bag. He pulls out a book, handing it to them, "Free of charge, you are going to enjoy this." It looks like someone's monster hunting journal.
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 was just giving an example, but eh. Here we go.*
Damian flinches, jumping back as this strangely lands. He points a finger like a gun at them, before stopping himself "...Hello..."
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 but for like 30 mins. Jester wanna RP?*
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.
*Sure, I may have even less time, who you want?*
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 will be eventually. Thank you." She responds, before beginning to eat.
"I- Is that?..." She looks closer at the journal's cover, trying to find a name or inscription, but does not take 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)
*I'm good with anyone, but if I had to choose, Wind and Thane*
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.
She begins making herself a meal, humming and singing a lullaby.
It's worn, old, filled with papers and notes, peeking from one of the pages near the end, only able to be partially read is the name "Thorf-" along with a date. A day that hasn't happened yet, but that is soon.
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.)
*Wind? I assume you mean Evan, anyway.*
Evan is taking a nap in a hammock they made, clinging to their staff and sleeping.
Thane is waiting for his son to get home, sitting outside of his house, smiling happily/
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.)
*Ooops sry! I got confused cuz... Idk*
Wind is sitting in a tree again
Basil is wandering around, holding his purse of contracts and such
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.
As she eats, Omori helps prepare the meal with her own magic however she can. Once it's ready, she produces a few papers from her satchel, beginning to examine them closely and taking notes every so often. One of the papers is covered in strange symbols- the symbols Omori said she wrote when she was cursed.
Her eyes widen as her suspicion is confirmed. "I- I can't. I can't take his journal. If there is some other way, I'll take that, but I wouldn't want to steal something of his. Please, return it to wherever you found 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)
Wind can hear her muttering, something about them, and Wind seems to be crying.
Thane sees them, and waves while tipping his bowler hat with a smile.
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 sits down next to them, looking at the paper with some suspicion in her eyes, picking up the paper after cleaning her hand and looking at it with squinted eyes, "What're ya gonna do with this, sweetheart?"
"Oh? And what issue is there in taking a dead man's journal? He won't be missing it, don't worry." He asks with a grin spreading across his face, they can see inside of his body a bit, and what they see is bugs, think Oogie Boogie from Nightmare before Christmas.
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.)
Wind crawls down lower from the tree "Evan, are you okay?"
Basil waves to Thane, clearly half asleep
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.
*not sure, just throw someone out
He smiles contently "Love you"
"How about this. You see that flock of birds?" he points up
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
She clasps her hands together, still asleep, muttering the word yes over and over.
He gestures them over, looking concerned "Pardner, what's up with ya?"
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.)
Thane is sitting outside of his home, waiting for his son to get home.
"I love you more." She smiles back at them.
She looks up, eyes locking on the flock of birds as she licks her lips with a grin.
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 was hoping to decipher what those symbols mean. I think I might have told you about that before." She explains, looking at the paper as well. The symbols are vaguely familiar- perhaps she saw something similar in one of Rennick's journals. "I promise, I'm not trying to take shortcuts- I know how that ends."
"H- he's... he's dead?!" She seems truly shocked, barely able to speak for a while. "How do you know this? Who told you? I swear, if you killed him..." One of her hands reaches towards the Gunlance on her back.
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)
Wind looks to her "Are you sure?"
"Work... like... all night and the day before the today..." Basil blinks
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.
"No ya don't, ya don't remember how it ends, an' ya ain't seen what's left of Rennick. Ya don't know the worry I go through every day, thinkin' 'bout ya might dig the wrong hole an' lose yerself. I will help ya with this, but only work on it when we are workin' tagether. Understood?"
"No no, continue. What would you do, attempt to kill me and simply join him in death? He's not dead, well not yet anyway, but... he told you about the mission he was going on, correct?" The grin grows even wider with each moment.
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.)
Rycenius comes home, bag bouncing up and down as he runs
"Now what?~"
They fall to the ground as she watches, dead.
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25