“Wow, didn’t mean to make the conversation all poetic. And you make a fine point. All I’m saying is, there’s no such thing as an indomitable spirit.”
Words of men depict me as Suhou.
“I would say that isn’t true. You haven’t met enough people to know that. Either way it doesn’t matter, the world changes every day, eventually no one will ever remember me at all.”
“Well nice to meet you Suhou, what are you?”
“People already forgot me. And believe me, I made quite the ruckus back in the day.” He conjures a bottle of an unidentifiable liquid and takes a sip.
I am the little god of this tributary and the river that feeds it.
He drinks down his mug “That sounds like you want to be forgotten, a devil in the shadows if you will.” He says, looking down to the blade in the ground next to him “Either way, it doesn’t matter now, there’s no point in remembering what’s been forgotten.”
His eyes shine with excitement “You’re a god?! That’s so cool! I’ve never met a god before!”
Sarah is setting up a shelter with three odd creatures. The 8 foot scaly indigo and orange humanoid with a single talon on the end of its wing-like arms, black sclera and scuff marks on it is making sure that none of the local predators get too close to the girl, the purple balloon like thing with a cloud on its head is gathering whatever materials they can find and the blue, black, and yellow humanoid with metal spikes is helping sarah make the actual shelter
“Wow, didn’t mean to make the conversation all poetic. And you make a fine point. All I’m saying is, there’s no such thing as an indomitable spirit.”
Words of men depict me as Suhou.
“I would say that isn’t true. You haven’t met enough people to know that. Either way it doesn’t matter, the world changes every day, eventually no one will ever remember me at all.”
“Well nice to meet you Suhou, what are you?”
“People already forgot me. And believe me, I made quite the ruckus back in the day.” He conjures a bottle of an unidentifiable liquid and takes a sip.
I am the little god of this tributary and the river that feeds it.
He drinks down his mug “That sounds like you want to be forgotten, a devil in the shadows if you will.” He says, looking down to the blade in the ground next to him “Either way, it doesn’t matter now, there’s no point in remembering what’s been forgotten.”
His eyes shine with excitement “You’re a god?! That’s so cool! I’ve never met a god before!”
“Eh. Memories are fickle. They can change at a whim to suit your narratives.”
Barely a god. More a spirit. But there is a single, small shrine that is still sacrificed to of me, and so I remain.
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Wow, didn’t mean to make the conversation all poetic. And you make a fine point. All I’m saying is, there’s no such thing as an indomitable spirit.”
Words of men depict me as Suhou.
“I would say that isn’t true. You haven’t met enough people to know that. Either way it doesn’t matter, the world changes every day, eventually no one will ever remember me at all.”
“Well nice to meet you Suhou, what are you?”
“People already forgot me. And believe me, I made quite the ruckus back in the day.” He conjures a bottle of an unidentifiable liquid and takes a sip.
I am the little god of this tributary and the river that feeds it.
He drinks down his mug “That sounds like you want to be forgotten, a devil in the shadows if you will.” He says, looking down to the blade in the ground next to him “Either way, it doesn’t matter now, there’s no point in remembering what’s been forgotten.”
His eyes shine with excitement “You’re a god?! That’s so cool! I’ve never met a god before!”
“Eh. Memories are fickle. They can change at a whim to suit your narratives.”
Barely a god. More a spirit. But there is a single, small shrine that is still sacrificed to of me, and so I remain.
“Ain’t that the truth.” He chuckles “Looks you’re a better drinking buddy than I thought. Even if you’re a heretic.”
They shine even brighter “You’re a spirit too?! I haven’t met any spirits before either! Do you know any ghosts?”
“Wow, didn’t mean to make the conversation all poetic. And you make a fine point. All I’m saying is, there’s no such thing as an indomitable spirit.”
Words of men depict me as Suhou.
“I would say that isn’t true. You haven’t met enough people to know that. Either way it doesn’t matter, the world changes every day, eventually no one will ever remember me at all.”
“Well nice to meet you Suhou, what are you?”
“People already forgot me. And believe me, I made quite the ruckus back in the day.” He conjures a bottle of an unidentifiable liquid and takes a sip.
I am the little god of this tributary and the river that feeds it.
He drinks down his mug “That sounds like you want to be forgotten, a devil in the shadows if you will.” He says, looking down to the blade in the ground next to him “Either way, it doesn’t matter now, there’s no point in remembering what’s been forgotten.”
His eyes shine with excitement “You’re a god?! That’s so cool! I’ve never met a god before!”
“Eh. Memories are fickle. They can change at a whim to suit your narratives.”
Barely a god. More a spirit. But there is a single, small shrine that is still sacrificed to of me, and so I remain.
“Ain’t that the truth.” He chuckles “Looks you’re a better drinking buddy than I thought. Even if you’re a heretic.”
They shine even brighter “You’re a spirit too?! I haven’t met any spirits before either! Do you know any ghosts?”
“Not a heretic. I’m just heresy in its entirety.”
…No.
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He huffs “That sure is original.” He says sarcastically “Anyway, are you actually a snake?”
He still smiles “Maybe you will, maybe I will.”
“Yep. Though I can pull all kinds of non-snake tricks. Like this.” He snaps his fingers and all of his scales fall off, revealing a perfect replica of Dungeon underneath.
Perhaps. Who can say what travels these waters.
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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.
He huffs “That sure is original.” He says sarcastically “Anyway, are you actually a snake?”
He still smiles “Maybe you will, maybe I will.”
“Yep. Though I can pull all kinds of non-snake tricks. Like this.” He snaps his fingers and all of his scales fall off, revealing a perfect replica of Dungeon underneath.
Perhaps. Who can say what travels these waters.
He raises an eyebrow “Hmm, 8 at best. I’m handsome sure, but far too ordinary to be considered anything special.” He nods “A cool trick though, being able to become exact copies of people.”
*good morning!*
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
*welp y'all. I go to go blow up parliament.*
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
*Which one? Canadian, British, Australian, French?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Well they'd be expecting it if he told us*
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
*Oh hey look, I’m here now and I don’t have to leave just yet. Hurrah!*
*Oh yeah fair enough. Just make sure they don’t find any copies of the Anarchist’s Cookbook in your house if MI6 gets involved*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*HUZZAH*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Hello Jobah, you are here too!*
He drinks down his mug “That sounds like you want to be forgotten, a devil in the shadows if you will.” He says, looking down to the blade in the ground next to him “Either way, it doesn’t matter now, there’s no point in remembering what’s been forgotten.”
His eyes shine with excitement “You’re a god?! That’s so cool! I’ve never met a god before!”
Sarah is setting up a shelter with three odd creatures. The 8 foot scaly indigo and orange humanoid with a single talon on the end of its wing-like arms, black sclera and scuff marks on it is making sure that none of the local predators get too close to the girl, the purple balloon like thing with a cloud on its head is gathering whatever materials they can find and the blue, black, and yellow humanoid with metal spikes is helping sarah make the actual shelter
Blanc is selling flowers like always
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
“Eh. Memories are fickle. They can change at a whim to suit your narratives.”
Barely a god. More a spirit. But there is a single, small shrine that is still sacrificed to of me, and so I remain.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Ain’t that the truth.” He chuckles “Looks you’re a better drinking buddy than I thought. Even if you’re a heretic.”
They shine even brighter “You’re a spirit too?! I haven’t met any spirits before either! Do you know any ghosts?”
“Not a heretic. I’m just heresy in its entirety.”
…No.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He huffs “That sure is original.” He says sarcastically “Anyway, are you actually a snake?”
He still smiles “Maybe you will, maybe I will.”
“Yep. Though I can pull all kinds of non-snake tricks. Like this.” He snaps his fingers and all of his scales fall off, revealing a perfect replica of Dungeon underneath.
Perhaps. Who can say what travels these waters.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He raises an eyebrow “Hmm, 8 at best. I’m handsome sure, but far too ordinary to be considered anything special.” He nods “A cool trick though, being able to become exact copies of people.”
“Do you have any cool powers?”
Omori is outside, trying to train against a wooden dummy outside.
The Seer is in their mansion, plotting something.
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)
*Just purchased a large quantity of fake blood at a local Spirit Halloween*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Oh hello Salem, want to continue our rp?*