*Sure! You want to interact with Omori or the Seer?*
(omori)
*Alrighty!*
Omori îs wandering outside the Inn, sketching on paper.
Isaac is doing his own sketch in a chair outside
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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
He approaches at a casual stride, not particularly slow or fast. "Don't trouble yourself with what is possible, madam. Life is a game, and it was rigged from the start. I just happen to be the man who can re-stack the deck in your favor. Of course, it's going to be all on you to play the hand I deal. Metaphors aside, I hate to see people in trouble, especially if it isn't their fault. So tell me, do you need any help with anything madam?"
Omori is silent for a little while, thinking and clearly upset about something. "...I made a really big mistake, by doing exactly what I was meant to do. I work for someone very powerful, and my entire purpose was to find a place with powerful beings and let them arrive at said place... but I didn't know she was going to try and hurt people. Now, she's going to cause chaos across this realm... and it's all my fault. I want to do something about it... but I'm powerless against her- especially since what little strength I have was hers to begin with."
He nods, his eyes sympathetic. "Well... what would you need? What would help you realize your ambitions, in other words? I could give you whatever you need. Whether it's within the realms of the normal or paranormal, I want to help."
"I... I need some way to stop her. I don't know what that would look like, but I need something I can use that isn't already under her control." It seems like she's only half-talking to him, venting her frustrations to the universe in his general direction.
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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)
*Sure! You want to interact with Omori or the Seer?*
(omori)
*Alrighty!*
Omori îs wandering outside the Inn, sketching on paper.
Isaac is doing his own sketch in a chair outside
She looks over at him, curious. Some of the eyes on her 'hair' try to discretely look at his drawing. Omori doesn't seem to notice this.
"Hi! What are you working on?"
He looks at the hair and shakes his head "trying a new angle for my client's project"
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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
He nods, his eyes sympathetic. "Well... what would you need? What would help you realize your ambitions, in other words? I could give you whatever you need. Whether it's within the realms of the normal or paranormal, I want to help."
"I... I need some way to stop her. I don't know what that would look like, but I need something I can use that isn't already under her control." It seems like she's only half-talking to him, venting her frustrations to the universe in his general direction.
He suddenly holds up and fist and clenches it to the sound of shattering chains.
"I grant you the power of the Last Traitor, a powerful Spectre who nearly succeeded at assassinating the Sovereign Shinigami Themselves, a being so strong that Their mere presence has been compared to a duo of nuclear bombs. Stripped of her name and identity, Last was a brutal, sneaky fighter, appearing and disappearing in a flash. No sight can bear witness to her Nightmare Prowess, and no supernatural armor can withstand her blows. However, in taking her hand on this road of hopes and dreams, you will lose your own face until you have finished your task, a curse from the Sovereign. Afterward, Last will return to me for the next person who needs them."
He nods, his eyes sympathetic. "Well... what would you need? What would help you realize your ambitions, in other words? I could give you whatever you need. Whether it's within the realms of the normal or paranormal, I want to help."
"I... I need some way to stop her. I don't know what that would look like, but I need something I can use that isn't already under her control." It seems like she's only half-talking to him, venting her frustrations to the universe in his general direction.
He suddenly holds up and fist and clenches it to the sound of shattering chains.
"I grant you the power of the Last Traitor, a powerful Spectre who nearly succeeded at assassinating the Sovereign Shinigami Themselves, a being so strong that Their mere presence has been compared to a duo of nuclear bombs. Stripped of her name and identity, Last was a brutal, sneaky fighter, appearing and disappearing in a flash. No sight can bear witness to her Nightmare Prowess, and no supernatural armor can withstand her blows. However, in taking her hand on this road of hopes and dreams, you will lose your own face until you have finished your task, a curse from the Sovereign. Afterward, Last will return to me for the next person who needs them."
She looks up at him, a half-confused, half-elated expression on her face. Her other eyes look on with fear. "That does sound nice... but I have two questions first. Firstly, what is this 'nightmare prowess'? And second, what does 'losing one's own face' entail? Not that the answer to the second one matters too much- I'd just like to know what I'm giving up before I take the deal."
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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)
*Sure! You want to interact with Omori or the Seer?*
(omori)
*Alrighty!*
Omori îs wandering outside the Inn, sketching on paper.
Isaac is doing his own sketch in a chair outside
She looks over at him, curious. Some of the eyes on her 'hair' try to discretely look at his drawing. Omori doesn't seem to notice this.
"Hi! What are you working on?"
He looks at the hair and shakes his head "trying a new angle for my client's project"
"Sounds cool! What is this project?"
"a power source of some kind"
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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
He suddenly holds up and fist and clenches it to the sound of shattering chains.
"I grant you the power of the Last Traitor, a powerful Spectre who nearly succeeded at assassinating the Sovereign Shinigami Themselves, a being so strong that Their mere presence has been compared to a duo of nuclear bombs. Stripped of her name and identity, Last was a brutal, sneaky fighter, appearing and disappearing in a flash. No sight can bear witness to her Nightmare Prowess, and no supernatural armor can withstand her blows. However, in taking her hand on this road of hopes and dreams, you will lose your own face until you have finished your task, a curse from the Sovereign. Afterward, Last will return to me for the next person who needs them."
She looks up at him, a half-confused, half-elated expression on her face. Her other eyes look on with fear. "That does sound nice... but I have two questions first. Firstly, what is this 'nightmare prowess'? And second, what does 'losing one's own face' entail? Not that the answer to the second one matters too much- I'd just like to know what I'm giving up before I take the deal."
"Nightmare Prowess was the name of her Curse, the thing that allowed her to move and strike with such impossible proficiency. Losing your face would mean that you could not be recognized by any means. You will be no one and nothing until the moment you finish the job."
He holds out his hand, revealing the tiny Wisp, the soul of a long-dead criminal. She looks up at Omori, faceless and featureless aside from her clawed limbs, and bows.
He suddenly holds up and fist and clenches it to the sound of shattering chains.
"I grant you the power of the Last Traitor, a powerful Spectre who nearly succeeded at assassinating the Sovereign Shinigami Themselves, a being so strong that Their mere presence has been compared to a duo of nuclear bombs. Stripped of her name and identity, Last was a brutal, sneaky fighter, appearing and disappearing in a flash. No sight can bear witness to her Nightmare Prowess, and no supernatural armor can withstand her blows. However, in taking her hand on this road of hopes and dreams, you will lose your own face until you have finished your task, a curse from the Sovereign. Afterward, Last will return to me for the next person who needs them."
She looks up at him, a half-confused, half-elated expression on her face. Her other eyes look on with fear. "That does sound nice... but I have two questions first. Firstly, what is this 'nightmare prowess'? And second, what does 'losing one's own face' entail? Not that the answer to the second one matters too much- I'd just like to know what I'm giving up before I take the deal."
"Nightmare Prowess was the name of her Curse, the thing that allowed her to move and strike with such impossible proficiency. Losing your face would mean that you could not be recognized by any means. You will be no one and nothing until the moment you finish the job."
He holds out his hand, revealing the tiny Wisp, the soul of a long-dead criminal. She looks up at Omori, faceless and featureless aside from her clawed limbs, and bows.
She stares back down at the Wisp, an odd glimmer in her eyes. "Understood- I suppose that's a fair price to pay. How do I claim this power? Do I just... grab this little thing here?"
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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)
"Nightmare Prowess was the name of her Curse, the thing that allowed her to move and strike with such impossible proficiency. Losing your face would mean that you could not be recognized by any means. You will be no one and nothing until the moment you finish the job."
He holds out his hand, revealing the tiny Wisp, the soul of a long-dead criminal. She looks up at Omori, faceless and featureless aside from her clawed limbs, and bows.
She stares back down at the Wisp, an odd glimmer in her eyes. "Understood- I suppose that's a fair price to pay. How do I claim this power? Do I just... grab this little thing here?"
"Of course. Oh, and a lot of people think this is some sort of contract where I get to claim their souls if they fail. It's not. All you have to do is follow your dreams and ambitions until the Spectre can no longer help you, at which point they return to me for future redistribution." The little Spectre stands up straight, ready to be taken.
"Nightmare Prowess was the name of her Curse, the thing that allowed her to move and strike with such impossible proficiency. Losing your face would mean that you could not be recognized by any means. You will be no one and nothing until the moment you finish the job."
He holds out his hand, revealing the tiny Wisp, the soul of a long-dead criminal. She looks up at Omori, faceless and featureless aside from her clawed limbs, and bows.
She stares back down at the Wisp, an odd glimmer in her eyes. "Understood- I suppose that's a fair price to pay. How do I claim this power? Do I just... grab this little thing here?"
"Of course. Oh, and a lot of people think this is some sort of contract where I get to claim their souls if they fail. It's not. All you have to do is follow your dreams and ambitions until the Spectre can no longer help you, at which point they return to me for future redistribution." The little Spectre stands up straight, ready to be taken.
*I gtg soon*
"...Very well. Here's hoping this is enough." With that, she takes the little Spectre, ready to claim its power for her quest to mend her misguided error.
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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)
(nothing like trying to play a souls-like with a trackpad)
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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
Isaac is doing his own sketch in a chair outside
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
"I... I need some way to stop her. I don't know what that would look like, but I need something I can use that isn't already under her control." It seems like she's only half-talking to him, venting her frustrations to the universe in his general direction.
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 looks over at him, curious. Some of the eyes on her 'hair' try to discretely look at his drawing. Omori doesn't seem to notice this.
"Hi! What are you working on?"
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 looks at the hair and shakes his head "trying a new angle for my client's project"
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
He suddenly holds up and fist and clenches it to the sound of shattering chains.
"I grant you the power of the Last Traitor, a powerful Spectre who nearly succeeded at assassinating the Sovereign Shinigami Themselves, a being so strong that Their mere presence has been compared to a duo of nuclear bombs. Stripped of her name and identity, Last was a brutal, sneaky fighter, appearing and disappearing in a flash. No sight can bear witness to her Nightmare Prowess, and no supernatural armor can withstand her blows. However, in taking her hand on this road of hopes and dreams, you will lose your own face until you have finished your task, a curse from the Sovereign. Afterward, Last will return to me for the next person who needs them."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She looks up at him, a half-confused, half-elated expression on her face. Her other eyes look on with fear. "That does sound nice... but I have two questions first. Firstly, what is this 'nightmare prowess'? And second, what does 'losing one's own face' entail? Not that the answer to the second one matters too much- I'd just like to know what I'm giving up before I take the deal."
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)
"Sounds cool! What is this project?"
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)
"a power source of some kind"
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
"Nightmare Prowess was the name of her Curse, the thing that allowed her to move and strike with such impossible proficiency. Losing your face would mean that you could not be recognized by any means. You will be no one and nothing until the moment you finish the job."
He holds out his hand, revealing the tiny Wisp, the soul of a long-dead criminal. She looks up at Omori, faceless and featureless aside from her clawed limbs, and bows.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She stares back down at the Wisp, an odd glimmer in her eyes. "Understood- I suppose that's a fair price to pay. How do I claim this power? Do I just... grab this little thing here?"
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)
"Of course. Oh, and a lot of people think this is some sort of contract where I get to claim their souls if they fail. It's not. All you have to do is follow your dreams and ambitions until the Spectre can no longer help you, at which point they return to me for future redistribution." The little Spectre stands up straight, ready to be taken.
*I gtg soon*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"...Very well. Here's hoping this is enough." With that, she takes the little Spectre, ready to claim its power for her quest to mend her misguided error.
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)
(nothing like trying to play a souls-like with a trackpad)
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
*I am so tired but good morning.*
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
*Hey Wendigo, I share the affection, but I have so many ideas I must do.*
(Blehhhh :3)
The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
Just some guy who likes memes and DND!
Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
(online Monday-Friday from 8:00 to 3:00) (Most of the time.)
First ACTUAL RP character as a SHEET!!! He's a foxfolk.
Hewwo! ^w^ You wanna see a surprise? :3
*Borb, Hello.*
(Hewwo! :3 How is you?)
The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
Just some guy who likes memes and DND!
Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
(online Monday-Friday from 8:00 to 3:00) (Most of the time.)
First ACTUAL RP character as a SHEET!!! He's a foxfolk.
Hewwo! ^w^ You wanna see a surprise? :3
*I is good, has new character for introing.*
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.)
(Yippee! That's cool! I'm fighting the moon in a game of cards! :3)
The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
Just some guy who likes memes and DND!
Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
(online Monday-Friday from 8:00 to 3:00) (Most of the time.)
First ACTUAL RP character as a SHEET!!! He's a foxfolk.
Hewwo! ^w^ You wanna see a surprise? :3