Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Omori slithers out from the shadow of a tree, noticing Stroth and curiously approaching.
Her head snaps around 180 degrees, grinning madly, her eyes turning black "Hello there, how can I help you?"
She seems oddly unfazed, still having their same amount of childlike curiosity. "Hi! I'm kinda new to here, and I'm going around introducing myself. I'm... I'm Omori. What's your name?"
"Stroth Blackwood. A pleasure." Her body turns around to meet them, bowing.
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well." She gives a sort of bow as well. "So, what are you doing out here?"
Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Omori slithers out from the shadow of a tree, noticing Stroth and curiously approaching.
Her head snaps around 180 degrees, grinning madly, her eyes turning black "Hello there, how can I help you?"
She seems oddly unfazed, still having their same amount of childlike curiosity. "Hi! I'm kinda new to here, and I'm going around introducing myself. I'm... I'm Omori. What's your name?"
"Stroth Blackwood. A pleasure." Her body turns around to meet them, bowing.
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well." She gives a sort of bow as well. "So, what are you doing out here?"
"Getting better." She chuckled madly
"Better at... fighting, I presume?" She looks over to the wooden dummy with several of her eyes.
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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)
Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Felix approaches. "Hello, Stroth! I wanted to have a chat about my old boss."
She laughs madly and mainly at him "no! Hah! I want to never talk to you ever!"
Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Riotan heads into his room where William is being kept. "Well, looks like our time is up. So it seems like my original plan won't be happening. But I have another idea."
He snarls, his sharp teeth still prominent from years of eating meat.
"Oh, that won't do. Now Felix made me swear to not let you get hurt, so even if I went with the old 'he cut his own face off and you didn't say anything about mind control' excuse, it still wouldn't work. But you're the only bit of leverage I have over him." He smiles sadly. "What would you propose I do?"
"Let me go I won't take a razor and cut you to ribbons." He bites out, his eyes flaring red.
Riotan wags his finger at William, smirking. "Ah ah ah. That won't do either. So you really care about Felix, huh? And he cares about you... so he'd have you believe, at least."
Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Omori slithers out from the shadow of a tree, noticing Stroth and curiously approaching.
Her head snaps around 180 degrees, grinning madly, her eyes turning black "Hello there, how can I help you?"
She seems oddly unfazed, still having their same amount of childlike curiosity. "Hi! I'm kinda new to here, and I'm going around introducing myself. I'm... I'm Omori. What's your name?"
"Stroth Blackwood. A pleasure." Her body turns around to meet them, bowing.
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well." She gives a sort of bow as well. "So, what are you doing out here?"
"Getting better." She chuckled madly
"Better at... fighting, I presume?" She looks over to the wooden dummy with several of her eyes.
"Indeed! I need to learn weaknesses of pressure points."
Felix approaches. "Hello, Stroth! I wanted to have a chat about my old boss."
She laughs madly and mainly at him "no! Hah! I want to never talk to you ever!"
Felix snaps his fingers, creating rabbit warrens and fences around them. She is surrounded by residences and unable to leave. "I'm afraid you have no choice in the matter. Plus, Riotan has already made a deal with me. He's not allowed to let you do anything to William, or keep him from me. Didn't need much convincing either."
Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Riotan heads into his room where William is being kept. "Well, looks like our time is up. So it seems like my original plan won't be happening. But I have another idea."
He snarls, his sharp teeth still prominent from years of eating meat.
"Oh, that won't do. Now Felix made me swear to not let you get hurt, so even if I went with the old 'he cut his own face off and you didn't say anything about mind control' excuse, it still wouldn't work. But you're the only bit of leverage I have over him." He smiles sadly. "What would you propose I do?"
"Let me go I won't take a razor and cut you to ribbons." He bites out, his eyes flaring red.
Riotan wags his finger at William, smirking. "Ah ah ah. That won't do either. So you really care about Felix, huh? And he cares about you... so he'd have you believe, at least."
William blinks "What?.."
"I mean, how much does he really care if he gets you back?"
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Isaac watches her curiously
She snaps her head around 180 degrees to look at him, her eyes turning black "It's rude to watch someone while they workout."
He nods "my bad then"
She chuckles "What do you need Isaac?"
"do you know anything about soul gems?"
"A good bit, yes. Why?" She her body turns around to match her head.
"i got a job to put some into machines"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Omori slithers out from the shadow of a tree, noticing Stroth and curiously approaching.
Her head snaps around 180 degrees, grinning madly, her eyes turning black "Hello there, how can I help you?"
She seems oddly unfazed, still having their same amount of childlike curiosity. "Hi! I'm kinda new to here, and I'm going around introducing myself. I'm... I'm Omori. What's your name?"
"Stroth Blackwood. A pleasure." Her body turns around to meet them, bowing.
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well." She gives a sort of bow as well. "So, what are you doing out here?"
"Getting better." She chuckled madly
"Better at... fighting, I presume?" She looks over to the wooden dummy with several of her eyes.
"Indeed! I need to learn weaknesses of pressure points."
"Interesting. I've kinda been neglecting practicing that myself to be honest- more of a scout than a fighter, really."
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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)
Felix approaches. "Hello, Stroth! I wanted to have a chat about my old boss."
She laughs madly and mainly at him "no! Hah! I want to never talk to you ever!"
Felix snaps his fingers, creating rabbit warrens and fences around them. She is surrounded by residences and unable to leave. "I'm afraid you have no choice in the matter. Plus, Riotan has already made a deal with me. He's not allowed to let you do anything to William, or keep him from me. Didn't need much convincing either."
"He gave you HIS word, not mine." She sighs, folding her arms.
Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Riotan heads into his room where William is being kept. "Well, looks like our time is up. So it seems like my original plan won't be happening. But I have another idea."
He snarls, his sharp teeth still prominent from years of eating meat.
"Oh, that won't do. Now Felix made me swear to not let you get hurt, so even if I went with the old 'he cut his own face off and you didn't say anything about mind control' excuse, it still wouldn't work. But you're the only bit of leverage I have over him." He smiles sadly. "What would you propose I do?"
"Let me go I won't take a razor and cut you to ribbons." He bites out, his eyes flaring red.
Riotan wags his finger at William, smirking. "Ah ah ah. That won't do either. So you really care about Felix, huh? And he cares about you... so he'd have you believe, at least."
William blinks "What?.."
"I mean, how much does he really care if he gets you back?"
"I cannot speak for him." William narrows his eyes "He has his own ideas and motives."
Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Isaac watches her curiously
She snaps her head around 180 degrees to look at him, her eyes turning black "It's rude to watch someone while they workout."
He nods "my bad then"
She chuckles "What do you need Isaac?"
"do you know anything about soul gems?"
"A good bit, yes. Why?" She her body turns around to match her head.
Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Omori slithers out from the shadow of a tree, noticing Stroth and curiously approaching.
Her head snaps around 180 degrees, grinning madly, her eyes turning black "Hello there, how can I help you?"
She seems oddly unfazed, still having their same amount of childlike curiosity. "Hi! I'm kinda new to here, and I'm going around introducing myself. I'm... I'm Omori. What's your name?"
"Stroth Blackwood. A pleasure." Her body turns around to meet them, bowing.
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well." She gives a sort of bow as well. "So, what are you doing out here?"
"Getting better." She chuckled madly
"Better at... fighting, I presume?" She looks over to the wooden dummy with several of her eyes.
"Indeed! I need to learn weaknesses of pressure points."
"Interesting. I've kinda been neglecting practicing that myself to be honest- more of a scout than a fighter, really."
"Makes sense." She chuckles "You seem good at being in the shadows."
Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Isaac watches her curiously
She snaps her head around 180 degrees to look at him, her eyes turning black "It's rude to watch someone while they workout."
He nods "my bad then"
She chuckles "What do you need Isaac?"
"do you know anything about soul gems?"
"A good bit, yes. Why?" She her body turns around to match her head.
"i got a job to put some into machines"
"Mn, a tough task." She chuckles
"do you know how to do it"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Isaac watches her curiously
She snaps her head around 180 degrees to look at him, her eyes turning black "It's rude to watch someone while they workout."
He nods "my bad then"
She chuckles "What do you need Isaac?"
"do you know anything about soul gems?"
"A good bit, yes. Why?" She her body turns around to match her head.
Felix snaps his fingers, creating rabbit warrens and fences around them. She is surrounded by residences and unable to leave. "I'm afraid you have no choice in the matter. Plus, Riotan has already made a deal with me. He's not allowed to let you do anything to William, or keep him from me. Didn't need much convincing either."
"He gave you HIS word, not mine." She sighs, folding her arms.
"Well, if you do anything, he's obligated to stop you, or I get to crush his soul. I imagine he doesn't like that. By the way, I was hoping we could make a similar deal."
He reaches out to shake her hand, offering but not forcing contact.
Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Riotan heads into his room where William is being kept. "Well, looks like our time is up. So it seems like my original plan won't be happening. But I have another idea."
He snarls, his sharp teeth still prominent from years of eating meat.
"Oh, that won't do. Now Felix made me swear to not let you get hurt, so even if I went with the old 'he cut his own face off and you didn't say anything about mind control' excuse, it still wouldn't work. But you're the only bit of leverage I have over him." He smiles sadly. "What would you propose I do?"
"Let me go I won't take a razor and cut you to ribbons." He bites out, his eyes flaring red.
Riotan wags his finger at William, smirking. "Ah ah ah. That won't do either. So you really care about Felix, huh? And he cares about you... so he'd have you believe, at least."
William blinks "What?.."
"I mean, how much does he really care if he gets you back?"
"I cannot speak for him." William narrows his eyes "He has his own ideas and motives."
“Hm. Well then, we’ve got two options here. I could use you to get information for later and let Felix get his way (and I know you won’t tell anyone, of course), or I could do something most unkind that would certainly upset Felix, but only work if I’m willing to risk his measure of adherence to our agreement. Which would you prefer? And remember, you can only pick from those options.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Isaac watches her curiously
She snaps her head around 180 degrees to look at him, her eyes turning black "It's rude to watch someone while they workout."
He nods "my bad then"
She chuckles "What do you need Isaac?"
"do you know anything about soul gems?"
"A good bit, yes. Why?" She her body turns around to match her head.
"i got a job to put some into machines"
"Mn, a tough task." She chuckles
"do you know how to do it"
"A bit. It's a lot of power in a small space."
"Is it more difficult than using normal gems?"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Felix snaps his fingers, creating rabbit warrens and fences around them. She is surrounded by residences and unable to leave. "I'm afraid you have no choice in the matter. Plus, Riotan has already made a deal with me. He's not allowed to let you do anything to William, or keep him from me. Didn't need much convincing either."
"He gave you HIS word, not mine." She sighs, folding her arms.
"Well, if you do anything, he's obligated to stop you, or I get to crush his soul. I imagine he doesn't like that. By the way, I was hoping we could make a similar deal."
He reaches out to shake her hand, offering but not forcing contact.
"What would you like in return?"
"What's the point in getting him anyways. He ran from justice for what he did, left you behind, was willing to die of starvation, yadda yadda yadda. All I see is to let us have him, I could use his Wendigo essence for my work." She grinned madly.
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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"Practicing." She shrugs "trying to get better."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Better at... fighting, I presume?" She looks over to the wooden dummy with several of her eyes.
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 laughs madly and mainly at him "no! Hah! I want to never talk to you ever!"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
William blinks "What?.."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Indeed! I need to learn weaknesses of pressure points."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Felix snaps his fingers, creating rabbit warrens and fences around them. She is surrounded by residences and unable to leave. "I'm afraid you have no choice in the matter. Plus, Riotan has already made a deal with me. He's not allowed to let you do anything to William, or keep him from me. Didn't need much convincing either."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I mean, how much does he really care if he gets you back?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"i got a job to put some into machines"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"Interesting. I've kinda been neglecting practicing that myself to be honest- more of a scout than a fighter, really."
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 gave you HIS word, not mine." She sighs, folding her arms.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I cannot speak for him." William narrows his eyes "He has his own ideas and motives."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Mn, a tough task." She chuckles
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Makes sense." She chuckles "You seem good at being in the shadows."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"do you know how to do it"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"A bit. It's a lot of power in a small space."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Well, if you do anything, he's obligated to stop you, or I get to crush his soul. I imagine he doesn't like that. By the way, I was hoping we could make a similar deal."
He reaches out to shake her hand, offering but not forcing contact.
"What would you like in return?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Hm. Well then, we’ve got two options here. I could use you to get information for later and let Felix get his way (and I know you won’t tell anyone, of course), or I could do something most unkind that would certainly upset Felix, but only work if I’m willing to risk his measure of adherence to our agreement. Which would you prefer? And remember, you can only pick from those options.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Is it more difficult than using normal gems?"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*snippet for Stroth and Omori*
"Oh yeah, absolutely. Made for it in a quite literal sense, actually." She also chuckles a bit.
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)
"What's the point in getting him anyways. He ran from justice for what he did, left you behind, was willing to die of starvation, yadda yadda yadda. All I see is to let us have him, I could use his Wendigo essence for my work." She grinned madly.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘