*[scurries under the door] Hello again, my lovely creatures!*
Omori is at the library in Lord's Point, reading through a book listing nearly every cosmic entity known of by the material plane as she tries to identify what it was that visited her in that strange dream. She can't find anything that resembles what she encountered.
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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)
*[scurries under the door] Hello again, my lovely creatures!*
Omori is at the library in Lord's Point, reading through a book listing nearly every cosmic entity known of by the material plane as she tries to identify what it was that visited her in that strange dream. She can't find anything that resembles what she encountered.
*Heya Yvonne, I’m gone tomorrow, sorry.*
Speaking of cosmic entities, Tim has become something beyond a mortal or star emissary, or even beyond a god of stars themselves, taking the power he was given by his parent and running with it, becoming more and more each day. He sits in the library, star power comes off of him in waves, and he barely resembles who he once was, becoming that tangle of metal, plant matter and flesh just like Helianth as he seeks more and more power whatever way he can.
*[scurries under the door] Hello again, my lovely creatures!*
Omori is at the library in Lord's Point, reading through a book listing nearly every cosmic entity known of by the material plane as she tries to identify what it was that visited her in that strange dream. She can't find anything that resembles what she encountered.
*Heya Yvonne, I’m gone tomorrow, sorry.*
Speaking of cosmic entities, Tim has become something beyond a mortal or star emissary, or even beyond a god of stars themselves, taking the power he was given by his parent and running with it, becoming more and more each day. He sits in the library, star power comes off of him in waves, and he barely resembles who he once was, becoming that tangle of metal, plant matter and flesh just like Helianth as he seeks more and more power whatever way he can.
*Thank you for your patience. You don't need to be sorry, I know that it's circumstances outside our control. Let's make the most of the time we have.*
She first notices the glow of starlight from him, before looking up from her reading material and seeing what he's become. At first she doesn't recognize him... but after a while, she tentatively asks. "...Tim?"
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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)
*[scurries under the door] Hello again, my lovely creatures!*
Omori is at the library in Lord's Point, reading through a book listing nearly every cosmic entity known of by the material plane as she tries to identify what it was that visited her in that strange dream. She can't find anything that resembles what she encountered.
*Heya Yvonne, I’m gone tomorrow, sorry.*
Speaking of cosmic entities, Tim has become something beyond a mortal or star emissary, or even beyond a god of stars themselves, taking the power he was given by his parent and running with it, becoming more and more each day. He sits in the library, star power comes off of him in waves, and he barely resembles who he once was, becoming that tangle of metal, plant matter and flesh just like Helianth as he seeks more and more power whatever way he can.
*Thank you for your patience. You don't need to be sorry, I know that it's circumstances outside our control. Let's make the most of the time we have.*
She first notices the glow of starlight from him, before looking up from her reading material and seeing what he's become. At first she doesn't recognize him... but after a while, she tentatively asks. "...Tim?"
Tim’s eyes, one of the only things that remain the same after his transformation, similar to those of the scourge that haunts Omori’s mind, but not the same. He looks at them, eyes smiling as they speak softly with a voice that echos on its own “Yes, Omori?” He asks, as if he were perfectly normal.
*Yep*
He takes the hand, making sure not to crush theirs, “Sorry fer almost killin’ ya when we met.”
He makes sure to comfort them as much as he can, “I… we might be parents… I… do you…” He just shuts up.
He laughs, putting up his cleaver, “Ya’ll know where ta find me most cases.”
She leans over the table and kisses them happily, holding their hand “Best husband ever.”
*[scurries under the door] Hello again, my lovely creatures!*
Omori is at the library in Lord's Point, reading through a book listing nearly every cosmic entity known of by the material plane as she tries to identify what it was that visited her in that strange dream. She can't find anything that resembles what she encountered.
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)
*Heya Yvonne, I’m gone tomorrow, sorry.*
Speaking of cosmic entities, Tim has become something beyond a mortal or star emissary, or even beyond a god of stars themselves, taking the power he was given by his parent and running with it, becoming more and more each day. He sits in the library, star power comes off of him in waves, and he barely resembles who he once was, becoming that tangle of metal, plant matter and flesh just like Helianth as he seeks more and more power whatever way he can.
“I… I think I want this… but what do you want?”
“If you don’t find me here, don’t look for me, okay?” He asks them politely.
She smirks at them, booping their nose “You flirt.” She leans back in her chair.
*Cut for Salem.*
He continues to hold them, “I’m here for you… no matter what.”
He sighs, “Because I do bad work other than making things shiny.”
She sighs “Sounds like something Dream Jax would say.” She teases.
He puts his head on her shoulder, “Don’t thank me… this is mostly my fault…”
He nods, looking over to his cleaver for a moment “Do you have anywhere to be?”
She begins on her own, using her usual method, “Do you want to practice your dancing, dear?”
He closes his eyes, keeping himself from getting emotional and just holding her, “I love you, no matter what…”
He puts it down nearby, planning to clean it later, “Do you want to stay?”
“That would be absolutely lovely, dancing with my beloved under the moonlight, how wonderful.”
*Thank you for your patience. You don't need to be sorry, I know that it's circumstances outside our control. Let's make the most of the time we have.*
She first notices the glow of starlight from him, before looking up from her reading material and seeing what he's become. At first she doesn't recognize him... but after a while, she tentatively asks. "...Tim?"
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 wipes away the rest of her tears, “Do you want to go to bed? I… kinda do.”
He nods, walking over to his seat, dusting it off for them.
She throws her hair over her shoulder, “Dear, don’t be silly, we were before.”
Tim’s eyes, one of the only things that remain the same after his transformation, similar to those of the scourge that haunts Omori’s mind, but not the same. He looks at them, eyes smiling as they speak softly with a voice that echos on its own “Yes, Omori?” He asks, as if he were perfectly normal.
*Cut for Salem.*
He nods, picking them up and walking to the Inn, “I don’t think it’s best you go home… not yet anyway.”
He wraps his arms around them again, sighing just a bit.
She wipes the stain away, “Thank you, dear. Look, our food is coming.”
He takes them to a room, laying them down and sitting on the chair next to the bed.
He looks down at them, smiling behind his bagged head.
She takes her own food, putting it down in front of her and cracking into it.