*Hello! I missed y'all too- it feels good to be back.*
*Awesome- dealmaker characters are always super fun! Who are they, and would you like to rp here too?*
*His name is Winston Gateau, and he wants to be a dad. He doesn't know how being a father works as his was a neglectful vampire lord and he doesn't want to be like that. He has lived with abuse and neglect for his entire life, and assumes the worst of people, but he still wants to love and care for others.*
*I would absolutely love to RP here.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Alright. I’ll go with Frysten. Here, please, CHB is too painful.*
*is frysten one of your characters. I forgot the name of the gyestfren.*
*Yeah Frysten is.*
*just looked back.*
Anteciren is exploring the inn.
Frysten is sitting at the bar, drinking a mug of hot chocolate. He has traded his armor for a fuzzy sweater with a snowstorm on it, and the air around him is cold. Snow and ice are caked in his fur, and he has a wide smile on his face. He grins at Anteciren. “Best hot chocolate other than at my old inn.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*Hello, Arch! It's been a while- how hath thou been?*
*I’ve been fairly well! Got locked out of my main account, so while I figure this out, I have this new one!*
*Good to hear you've been doing well, and here's hoping you find your way back into the main account soon! I've also been doing fairly well, hanging out with outernet friends for a while.*
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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)
*Alright. I’ll go with Frysten. Here, please, CHB is too painful.*
*is frysten one of your characters. I forgot the name of the gyestfren.*
*Yeah Frysten is.*
*just looked back.*
Anteciren is exploring the inn.
Frysten is sitting at the bar, drinking a mug of hot chocolate. He has traded his armor for a fuzzy sweater with a snowstorm on it, and the air around him is cold. Snow and ice are caked in his fur, and he has a wide smile on his face. He grins at Anteciren. “Best hot chocolate other than at my old inn.”
“Ive think we’ve met. You’re Frysten right?”
“Yes, we have, Anteciren.” He smiles warmly.
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
*Hello! I missed y'all too- it feels good to be back.*
*Awesome- dealmaker characters are always super fun! Who are they, and would you like to rp here too?*
*His name is Winston Gateau, and he wants to be a dad. He doesn't know how being a father works as his was a neglectful vampire lord and he doesn't want to be like that. He has lived with abuse and neglect for his entire life, and assumes the worst of people, but he still wants to love and care for others.*
*I would absolutely love to RP here.*
*Ooh, that's an awesome concept- lots of potential for angst and for plot threads! I love how creative all of your characters are.*
*Wonderful! Would you like any specific character, or shall any do?*
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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)
*Alright. I’ll go with Frysten. Here, please, CHB is too painful.*
*is frysten one of your characters. I forgot the name of the gyestfren.*
*Yeah Frysten is.*
*just looked back.*
Anteciren is exploring the inn.
Frysten is sitting at the bar, drinking a mug of hot chocolate. He has traded his armor for a fuzzy sweater with a snowstorm on it, and the air around him is cold. Snow and ice are caked in his fur, and he has a wide smile on his face. He grins at Anteciren. “Best hot chocolate other than at my old inn.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*Alright. I’ll go with Frysten. Here, please, CHB is too painful.*
*is frysten one of your characters. I forgot the name of the gyestfren.*
*Yeah Frysten is.*
*just looked back.*
Anteciren is exploring the inn.
Frysten is sitting at the bar, drinking a mug of hot chocolate. He has traded his armor for a fuzzy sweater with a snowstorm on it, and the air around him is cold. Snow and ice are caked in his fur, and he has a wide smile on his face. He grins at Anteciren. “Best hot chocolate other than at my old inn.”
“Ive think we’ve met. You’re Frysten right?”
“Yes, we have, Anteciren.” He smiles warmly.
He smiles back.
“How are you today?”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
*Alright. I’ll go with Frysten. Here, please, CHB is too painful.*
*is frysten one of your characters. I forgot the name of the gyestfren.*
*Yeah Frysten is.*
*just looked back.*
Anteciren is exploring the inn.
Frysten is sitting at the bar, drinking a mug of hot chocolate. He has traded his armor for a fuzzy sweater with a snowstorm on it, and the air around him is cold. Snow and ice are caked in his fur, and he has a wide smile on his face. He grins at Anteciren. “Best hot chocolate other than at my old inn.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*Alright. I’ll go with Frysten. Here, please, CHB is too painful.*
*is frysten one of your characters. I forgot the name of the gyestfren.*
*Yeah Frysten is.*
*just looked back.*
Anteciren is exploring the inn.
Frysten is sitting at the bar, drinking a mug of hot chocolate. He has traded his armor for a fuzzy sweater with a snowstorm on it, and the air around him is cold. Snow and ice are caked in his fur, and he has a wide smile on his face. He grins at Anteciren. “Best hot chocolate other than at my old inn.”
“Ive think we’ve met. You’re Frysten right?”
“Yes, we have, Anteciren.” He smiles warmly.
He smiles back.
“How are you today?”
“Good. You?”
“I am… content.”
*gtg.*
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
*Alright. I’ll go with Frysten. Here, please, CHB is too painful.*
*is frysten one of your characters. I forgot the name of the gyestfren.*
*Yeah Frysten is.*
*just looked back.*
Anteciren is exploring the inn.
Frysten is sitting at the bar, drinking a mug of hot chocolate. He has traded his armor for a fuzzy sweater with a snowstorm on it, and the air around him is cold. Snow and ice are caked in his fur, and he has a wide smile on his face. He grins at Anteciren. “Best hot chocolate other than at my old inn.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*His name is Winston Gateau, and he wants to be a dad. He doesn't know how being a father works as his was a neglectful vampire lord and he doesn't want to be like that. He has lived with abuse and neglect for his entire life, and assumes the worst of people, but he still wants to love and care for others.*
*I would absolutely love to RP here.*
*Ooh, that's an awesome concept- lots of potential for angst and for plot threads! I love how creative all of your characters are.*
*Wonderful! Would you like any specific character, or shall any do?*
*He's also a corporate warlock who draws power from contracts and his workplace. A corporate vampire for real. He is from where the paperwork is worshiped and the rituals are written.*
*Anyone, my beloved sister. All of your characters are incredible.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*His name is Winston Gateau, and he wants to be a dad. He doesn't know how being a father works as his was a neglectful vampire lord and he doesn't want to be like that. He has lived with abuse and neglect for his entire life, and assumes the worst of people, but he still wants to love and care for others.*
*I would absolutely love to RP here.*
*Ooh, that's an awesome concept- lots of potential for angst and for plot threads! I love how creative all of your characters are.*
*Wonderful! Would you like any specific character, or shall any do?*
*He's also a corporate warlock who draws power from contracts and his workplace. A corporate vampire for real. He is from where the paperwork is worshiped and the rituals are written.*
*Anyone, my beloved sister. All of your characters are incredible.*
*Alrighty! Here, catch!*
KK is in the forest, proudly watching Luna sink its now-crimson fangs once more into the still body of a boar. A successful hunt. She had caught another that fled when her child first pounced, her mask's serrated maw tearing off chunks and swallowing them whole like how a bird of prey does.
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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's also a corporate warlock who draws power from contracts and his workplace. A corporate vampire for real. He is from where the paperwork is worshiped and the rituals are written.*
*Anyone, my beloved sister. All of your characters are incredible.*
*Alrighty! Here, catch!*
KK is in the forest, proudly watching Luna sink its now-crimson fangs once more into the still body of a boar. A successful hunt. She had caught another that fled when her child first pounced, her mask's serrated maw tearing off chunks and swallowing them whole like how a bird of prey does.
They hear Lord Gateau walking through the forest, not toward them, but near them. He's not big, but he's not light either. No attempt at stealth, but he doesn't seem to need it. Living things seem to shy away from him. Flowers close, flocks of birds fly away, fruit falls. He hums faintly to himself, coins in his purse jingling with each step.
After a moment, they see a pair of gleaming gold discs. Hear a deep chuckle. "Well, now, what might you two be?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*He's also a corporate warlock who draws power from contracts and his workplace. A corporate vampire for real. He is from where the paperwork is worshiped and the rituals are written.*
*Anyone, my beloved sister. All of your characters are incredible.*
*Alrighty! Here, catch!*
KK is in the forest, proudly watching Luna sink its now-crimson fangs once more into the still body of a boar. A successful hunt. She had caught another that fled when her child first pounced, her mask's serrated maw tearing off chunks and swallowing them whole like how a bird of prey does.
They hear Lord Gateau walking through the forest, not toward them, but near them. He's not big, but he's not light either. No attempt at stealth, but he doesn't seem to need it. Living things seem to shy away from him. Flowers close, flocks of birds fly away, fruit falls. He hums faintly to himself, coins in his purse jingling with each step.
After a moment, they see a pair of gleaming gold discs. Hear a deep chuckle. "Well, now, what might you two be?"
The Architect looks up from her kill, a black tongue wiping the blood from her mask before vanishing again behind the porcelain, in the direction of the voice. "A lot of things- bad dreams, creations of fear, a mother and child enjoying a nice meal together, the list goes on." Luna looks to see where she's looking, chirping and chittering with curiosity. "What might you be?"
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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)
They hear Lord Gateau walking through the forest, not toward them, but near them. He's not big, but he's not light either. No attempt at stealth, but he doesn't seem to need it. Living things seem to shy away from him. Flowers close, flocks of birds fly away, fruit falls. He hums faintly to himself, coins in his purse jingling with each step.
After a moment, they see a pair of gleaming gold discs. Hear a deep chuckle. "Well, now, what might you two be?"
The Architect looks up from her kill, a black tongue wiping the blood from her mask before vanishing again behind the porcelain, in the direction of the voice. "A lot of things- bad dreams, creations of fear, a mother and child enjoying a nice meal together, the list goes on." Luna looks to see where she's looking, chirping and chittering with curiosity. "What might you be?"
"I'm just a dhampir, I'm afraid." A smile becomes visible as he moves forward slightly, slowly approaching. "I guess I'm also a businessman, if we're discussing abilites. I'm a warlock, if we're speaking of hobbies. I'm someone who appreciates the beauty of a family meal, if we're talking about occupations." He sits down, coming slightly further into the light to reveal his pristine white suit.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They hear Lord Gateau walking through the forest, not toward them, but near them. He's not big, but he's not light either. No attempt at stealth, but he doesn't seem to need it. Living things seem to shy away from him. Flowers close, flocks of birds fly away, fruit falls. He hums faintly to himself, coins in his purse jingling with each step.
After a moment, they see a pair of gleaming gold discs. Hear a deep chuckle. "Well, now, what might you two be?"
The Architect looks up from her kill, a black tongue wiping the blood from her mask before vanishing again behind the porcelain, in the direction of the voice. "A lot of things- bad dreams, creations of fear, a mother and child enjoying a nice meal together, the list goes on." Luna looks to see where she's looking, chirping and chittering with curiosity. "What might you be?"
"I'm just a dhampir, I'm afraid." A smile becomes visible as he moves forward slightly, slowly approaching. "I guess I'm also a businessman, if we're discussing abilites. I'm a warlock, if we're speaking of hobbies. I'm someone who appreciates the beauty of a family meal, if we're talking about occupations." He sits down, coming slightly further into the light to reveal his pristine white suit.
Her mask 'smiles' as well, showing a wide sharp-toothed grin as she stands up a bit more. "For abilities, I'm a Nightmare Lord as of recently. Hobbies, an artist. Occupations, a creator of frightening experiences." She goes back to sitting, her lower half coiling up a bit. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am The Architect, though friends call me KK, and this is my child Luna. Who are you?" Luna approaches slightly, still chirping to themselves.
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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'm just a dhampir, I'm afraid." A smile becomes visible as he moves forward slightly, slowly approaching. "I guess I'm also a businessman, if we're discussing abilites. I'm a warlock, if we're speaking of hobbies. I'm someone who appreciates the beauty of a family meal, if we're talking about occupations." He sits down, coming slightly further into the light to reveal his pristine white suit.
Her mask 'smiles' as well, showing a wide sharp-toothed grin as she stands up a bit more. "For abilities, I'm a Nightmare Lord as of recently. Hobbies, an artist. Occupations, a creator of frightening experiences." She goes back to sitting, her lower half coiling up a bit. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am The Architect, though friends call me KK, and this is my child Luna. Who are you?" Luna approaches slightly, still chirping to themselves.
Around every creature, there is a faint bubble of power. A barrier to keep them safe from other intelligent beings. This man seems to lack one. If anyone decided to hurt him, they very likely could do so easily. He's deliberately leaving himself open to attacks, letting his internal energy pour out to the world. He's extending his trust to KK and Luna, even though they have done nothing to earn it.
"I am Winston. My last name is Gateau." He reaches into his pocket and removes a gold coin. He peels away the metal from one side, revealing chocolate. "I'm primarily a regional manager for Golden Dragon Corporation. It's a chain of inns with built-in restaurants that all have the same menu items, with some additions based on location. But that's not what's... important to me." He starts to offer the chocolate to Luna, then stops. "Can they have candy?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'm just a dhampir, I'm afraid." A smile becomes visible as he moves forward slightly, slowly approaching. "I guess I'm also a businessman, if we're discussing abilites. I'm a warlock, if we're speaking of hobbies. I'm someone who appreciates the beauty of a family meal, if we're talking about occupations." He sits down, coming slightly further into the light to reveal his pristine white suit.
Her mask 'smiles' as well, showing a wide sharp-toothed grin as she stands up a bit more. "For abilities, I'm a Nightmare Lord as of recently. Hobbies, an artist. Occupations, a creator of frightening experiences." She goes back to sitting, her lower half coiling up a bit. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am The Architect, though friends call me KK, and this is my child Luna. Who are you?" Luna approaches slightly, still chirping to themselves.
Around every creature, there is a faint bubble of power. A barrier to keep them safe from other intelligent beings. This man seems to lack one. If anyone decided to hurt him, they very likely could do so easily. He's deliberately leaving himself open to attacks, letting his internal energy pour out to the world. He's extending his trust to KK and Luna, even though they have done nothing to earn it.
"I am Winston. My last name is Gateau." He reaches into his pocket and removes a gold coin. He peels away the metal from one side, revealing chocolate. "I'm primarily a regional manager for Golden Dragon Corporation. It's a chain of inns with built-in restaurants that all have the same menu items, with some additions based on location. But that's not what's... important to me." He starts to offer the chocolate to Luna, then stops. "Can they have candy?"
"Yes, it's completely safe for them." She assures him. Luna skitters a little bit closer, chittering as their mask lifts up slightly to show their uneven mouth of bone-splinter teeth. Their silver eyes watch Winston and the coin with childlike wonder. "I remember seeing Golden Dragon Inns every so often. The business seems to be thriving well. If that's not what's important to you, though, what is?" The Architect has a similar curiosity to Luna's- quietly taking mental note of everything she sees and hears, seeming especially intrigued by the fact that he's missing a barrier.
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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)
Around every creature, there is a faint bubble of power. A barrier to keep them safe from other intelligent beings. This man seems to lack one. If anyone decided to hurt him, they very likely could do so easily. He's deliberately leaving himself open to attacks, letting his internal energy pour out to the world. He's extending his trust to KK and Luna, even though they have done nothing to earn it.
"I am Winston. My last name is Gateau." He reaches into his pocket and removes a gold coin. He peels away the metal from one side, revealing chocolate. "I'm primarily a regional manager for Golden Dragon Corporation. It's a chain of inns with built-in restaurants that all have the same menu items, with some additions based on location. But that's not what's... important to me." He starts to offer the chocolate to Luna, then stops. "Can they have candy?"
"Yes, it's completely safe for them." She assures him. Luna skitters a little bit closer, chittering as their mask lifts up slightly to show their uneven mouth of bone-splinter teeth. Their silver eyes watch Winston and the coin with childlike wonder. "I remember seeing Golden Dragon Inns every so often. The business seems to be thriving well. If that's not what's important to you, though, what is?" The Architect has a similar curiosity to Luna's- quietly taking mental note of everything she sees and hears, seeming especially intrigued by the fact that he's missing a barrier.
He gently, carefully places the chocolate coin between Luna's teeth with all the care of a zoologist interacting with a wild animal. "Well, that would require some trauma-dumping. Would you two be okay with that?" The Architect notices a somewhat unsettling fact: Winston is doing the same kind of observation, but it's so natural to him that if she weren't a veritable demon as well, she would not have noticed. He's not being trusting. He's being cocky. His eyes are not that of a predator, but of a human who is in his lane. A master, a caretaker, a guiding hand. Such a terrible force hidden under that smile. His barrier is present, but it's so small that it's internal, build up by centuries of sacrifices. A cut would only go so deep on him, but he would still bleed greatly.
This is a monster, but not by nature as one would think of a dhampir. This is pure humanity, pure pain and fear and smarmy overconfidence given shape. His respect for the two has nothing to do with his power or theirs, but instead with the idea that he could connect with them. And for a moment, The Architect does. And he allows her to see what's there, something Luna can't see.
He doesn't look directly at The Architect, but his soft expression makes it clear. He's said 'this is who I am,' and now he's asking, cautiously, 'am I okay?'
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Around every creature, there is a faint bubble of power. A barrier to keep them safe from other intelligent beings. This man seems to lack one. If anyone decided to hurt him, they very likely could do so easily. He's deliberately leaving himself open to attacks, letting his internal energy pour out to the world. He's extending his trust to KK and Luna, even though they have done nothing to earn it.
"I am Winston. My last name is Gateau." He reaches into his pocket and removes a gold coin. He peels away the metal from one side, revealing chocolate. "I'm primarily a regional manager for Golden Dragon Corporation. It's a chain of inns with built-in restaurants that all have the same menu items, with some additions based on location. But that's not what's... important to me." He starts to offer the chocolate to Luna, then stops. "Can they have candy?"
"Yes, it's completely safe for them." She assures him. Luna skitters a little bit closer, chittering as their mask lifts up slightly to show their uneven mouth of bone-splinter teeth. Their silver eyes watch Winston and the coin with childlike wonder. "I remember seeing Golden Dragon Inns every so often. The business seems to be thriving well. If that's not what's important to you, though, what is?" The Architect has a similar curiosity to Luna's- quietly taking mental note of everything she sees and hears, seeming especially intrigued by the fact that he's missing a barrier.
He gently, carefully places the chocolate coin between Luna's teeth with all the care of a zoologist interacting with a wild animal. "Well, that would require some trauma-dumping. Would you two be okay with that?" The Architect notices a somewhat unsettling fact: Winston is doing the same kind of observation, but it's so natural to him that if she weren't a veritable demon as well, she would not have noticed. He's not being trusting. He's being cocky. His eyes are not that of a predator, but of a human who is in his lane. A master, a caretaker, a guiding hand. Such a terrible force hidden under that smile. His barrier is present, but it's so small that it's internal, build up by centuries of sacrifices. A cut would only go so deep on him, but he would still bleed greatly.
This is a monster, but not by nature as one would think of a dhampir. This is pure humanity, pure pain and fear and smarmy overconfidence given shape. His respect for the two has nothing to do with his power or theirs, but instead with the idea that he could connect with them. And for a moment, The Architect does. And he allows her to see what's there, something Luna can't see.
He doesn't look directly at The Architect, but his soft expression makes it clear. He's said 'this is who I am,' and now he's asking, cautiously, 'am I okay?'
The Architect is silent for a little while as they come to this realization, not quite seeming unsettled but rather curious and the faintest bit delighted. He can almost feel her eyes looking at him from behind her mask- not with a trace of hostility, but as if to answer his question with an assuring 'yes, you're okay'. "I'm comfortable with it if you are. Luna might not understand- they're quite young."
Luna carefully takes the coin as it vanishes into their maw, their silver eyes widening a bit at the surprising sweetness of the candy. They chirp happily in gratitude, almost like birdsong- while they're more like an animal in mannerism and behavior, he can see a deliberate quality to their sounds and movements that suggests a careful intellect. The nightmare child returns to their meal, still singing as they tear into the boar 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)
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*His name is Winston Gateau, and he wants to be a dad. He doesn't know how being a father works as his was a neglectful vampire lord and he doesn't want to be like that. He has lived with abuse and neglect for his entire life, and assumes the worst of people, but he still wants to love and care for others.*
*I would absolutely love to RP here.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Ive think we’ve met. You’re Frysten right?”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*Good to hear you've been doing well, and here's hoping you find your way back into the main account soon! I've also been doing fairly well, hanging out with outernet friends for a while.*
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)
“Yes, we have, Anteciren.” He smiles warmly.
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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*Ooh, that's an awesome concept- lots of potential for angst and for plot threads! I love how creative all of your characters are.*
*Wonderful! Would you like any specific character, or shall any do?*
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 smiles back.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“How are you today?”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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“Good. You?”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“I am… content.”
*gtg.*
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
“Oh.”
*wamp*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*He's also a corporate warlock who draws power from contracts and his workplace. A corporate vampire for real. He is from where the paperwork is worshiped and the rituals are written.*
*Anyone, my beloved sister. All of your characters are incredible.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Alrighty! Here, catch!*
KK is in the forest, proudly watching Luna sink its now-crimson fangs once more into the still body of a boar. A successful hunt. She had caught another that fled when her child first pounced, her mask's serrated maw tearing off chunks and swallowing them whole like how a bird of prey does.
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)
They hear Lord Gateau walking through the forest, not toward them, but near them. He's not big, but he's not light either. No attempt at stealth, but he doesn't seem to need it. Living things seem to shy away from him. Flowers close, flocks of birds fly away, fruit falls. He hums faintly to himself, coins in his purse jingling with each step.
After a moment, they see a pair of gleaming gold discs. Hear a deep chuckle. "Well, now, what might you two be?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Architect looks up from her kill, a black tongue wiping the blood from her mask before vanishing again behind the porcelain, in the direction of the voice. "A lot of things- bad dreams, creations of fear, a mother and child enjoying a nice meal together, the list goes on." Luna looks to see where she's looking, chirping and chittering with curiosity. "What might you be?"
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 just a dhampir, I'm afraid." A smile becomes visible as he moves forward slightly, slowly approaching. "I guess I'm also a businessman, if we're discussing abilites. I'm a warlock, if we're speaking of hobbies. I'm someone who appreciates the beauty of a family meal, if we're talking about occupations." He sits down, coming slightly further into the light to reveal his pristine white suit.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Her mask 'smiles' as well, showing a wide sharp-toothed grin as she stands up a bit more. "For abilities, I'm a Nightmare Lord as of recently. Hobbies, an artist. Occupations, a creator of frightening experiences." She goes back to sitting, her lower half coiling up a bit. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am The Architect, though friends call me KK, and this is my child Luna. Who are you?" Luna approaches slightly, still chirping to themselves.
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)
Around every creature, there is a faint bubble of power. A barrier to keep them safe from other intelligent beings. This man seems to lack one. If anyone decided to hurt him, they very likely could do so easily. He's deliberately leaving himself open to attacks, letting his internal energy pour out to the world. He's extending his trust to KK and Luna, even though they have done nothing to earn it.
"I am Winston. My last name is Gateau." He reaches into his pocket and removes a gold coin. He peels away the metal from one side, revealing chocolate. "I'm primarily a regional manager for Golden Dragon Corporation. It's a chain of inns with built-in restaurants that all have the same menu items, with some additions based on location. But that's not what's... important to me." He starts to offer the chocolate to Luna, then stops. "Can they have candy?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Yes, it's completely safe for them." She assures him. Luna skitters a little bit closer, chittering as their mask lifts up slightly to show their uneven mouth of bone-splinter teeth. Their silver eyes watch Winston and the coin with childlike wonder. "I remember seeing Golden Dragon Inns every so often. The business seems to be thriving well. If that's not what's important to you, though, what is?" The Architect has a similar curiosity to Luna's- quietly taking mental note of everything she sees and hears, seeming especially intrigued by the fact that he's missing a barrier.
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 gently, carefully places the chocolate coin between Luna's teeth with all the care of a zoologist interacting with a wild animal. "Well, that would require some trauma-dumping. Would you two be okay with that?" The Architect notices a somewhat unsettling fact: Winston is doing the same kind of observation, but it's so natural to him that if she weren't a veritable demon as well, she would not have noticed. He's not being trusting. He's being cocky. His eyes are not that of a predator, but of a human who is in his lane. A master, a caretaker, a guiding hand. Such a terrible force hidden under that smile. His barrier is present, but it's so small that it's internal, build up by centuries of sacrifices. A cut would only go so deep on him, but he would still bleed greatly.
This is a monster, but not by nature as one would think of a dhampir. This is pure humanity, pure pain and fear and smarmy overconfidence given shape. His respect for the two has nothing to do with his power or theirs, but instead with the idea that he could connect with them. And for a moment, The Architect does. And he allows her to see what's there, something Luna can't see.
He doesn't look directly at The Architect, but his soft expression makes it clear. He's said 'this is who I am,' and now he's asking, cautiously, 'am I okay?'
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Architect is silent for a little while as they come to this realization, not quite seeming unsettled but rather curious and the faintest bit delighted. He can almost feel her eyes looking at him from behind her mask- not with a trace of hostility, but as if to answer his question with an assuring 'yes, you're okay'. "I'm comfortable with it if you are. Luna might not understand- they're quite young."
Luna carefully takes the coin as it vanishes into their maw, their silver eyes widening a bit at the surprising sweetness of the candy. They chirp happily in gratitude, almost like birdsong- while they're more like an animal in mannerism and behavior, he can see a deliberate quality to their sounds and movements that suggests a careful intellect. The nightmare child returns to their meal, still singing as they tear into the boar 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)