The Traitor is birdwatching, but also keeping an eye out for other people.
Isaac goes over to them "hello"
She looks over at him with her void of a face, the light 'eyes' within growing a touch brighter. "Oh, hello again! How have you been?"
"I've been well. what about you Omori?"
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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
"Unlike most of you hunters, Mr. Valentine, I don't have to rely on threats or violence to get my job done. I can pay them in things far more valuable than money, and they know this. But they also know that I am not someone to be taunted and disrespected with such extremely sore subjects. And, furthermore, do I look like the type of being that could easily get employees of non-spectral status? With those of your profession being so common and fearsome, no one would dare associate with my kind."
The other Spectres have begun to fade away, wanting to be anywhere but here.
He holds up a finger to Charlie "My apologies sir, I've got somethin' to say to your employees." He looks to the one's fading away "Any of y'all who leave'll have to deal with me huntin' you down, and as your employer might well know, I ain't someone you would want huntin' you down. Either stay beside your boss, or I'll take the time to kill ya a second time over." He says calmly and coldly before turning back "Anyway, as you were sayin' you seem like the type who wouldn't take bull[gp]. You also seem to have good intentions, so I ain't going to take the time exterminatin' you."
The other Spectres cower and do nothing. Charlie breathes deeply. "I would prefer you use the term 'genocide,' as it is far more apt for your job description. Intelligence is the key difference. Actually, nevermind. I forgot that in the eyes of a hunter, any being can be sub-human, treated like vermin so long as your boss says so. I've met enough orc and goblin Spectres to know how painful a reality that is. The word 'extermination' makes me angry when used like that, but it might be a good thing since it drives me to fix the issue. And before you ask, I am fully aware of how dangerous your people are and have no intention of fighting you in any way that might get me or anyone else hurt."
*I wanna do some combat to test my new character so here he is*
A man completely covered in green robes with a golden chain around his neck is walking towards the tavern. His face is hidden and only his eyes, which are white, peek out from under the hood. He is humming to himself, kicking a rock down the path
*I've got you bro, I wanted to combat test Sparrow anyway.*
Sparrow is outside of the tavern, having sobered himself out of his hangover, his gloves now glowing only softly as he looks to the person. His bandana is up and his hat is lowered, leaving only his own eyes revealed, each one glowing with their glove's matching power.
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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.'
The sigil seems to shiver and break open, dark, crackling energy spreading out over the ground. A sort of one-way portal from the Spirit World. It looks almost like a large puddle, but if it reflected a different world instead of the one we see each day. The rabbit Spectre sits on the other side, facing toward Kiko. "Hello there. Did you say you needed help? I would be glad to do whatever I can."
Kiko looks back through the portal, her numerous eyes scanning what's ocurring on the other side. Charlie can probably sense something vaguely reminiscent of the Traitor in her appearance- as though she was using the discarded parts left behind from the Traitor's transformation as her own, like a hermit crab clinging to a discarded shell.
"Hello. I'm... I'm trying to get back home to my own world, and back to my old self, but I don't know how. Is there some way you can help? I'm not familiar with... well, with anything magical, really."
They tilt their head slightly and steeple their gloved hands, considering this. "I'll need more information in order to help, but what you are suggesting is far from impossible."
The Traitor is birdwatching, but also keeping an eye out for other people.
Isaac goes over to them "hello"
She looks over at him with her void of a face, the light 'eyes' within growing a touch brighter. "Oh, hello again! How have you been?"
"I've been well. what about you Omori?"
"I'm doing just swell! I- wait a minute, how did you..." She looks confused for a moment before realizing that where she's standing is, in fact, in direct sunlight. "...Ah, that's how."
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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 wanna do some combat to test my new character so here he is*
A man completely covered in green robes with a golden chain around his neck is walking towards the tavern. His face is hidden and only his eyes, which are white, peek out from under the hood. He is humming to himself, kicking a rock down the path
*I've got you bro, I wanted to combat test Sparrow anyway.*
Sparrow is outside of the tavern, having sobered himself out of his hangover, his gloves now glowing only softly as he looks to the person. His bandana is up and his hat is lowered, leaving only his own eyes revealed, each one glowing with their glove's matching power.
The Shadow Wizard tilts his head, watching them
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Unlike most of you hunters, Mr. Valentine, I don't have to rely on threats or violence to get my job done. I can pay them in things far more valuable than money, and they know this. But they also know that I am not someone to be taunted and disrespected with such extremely sore subjects. And, furthermore, do I look like the type of being that could easily get employees of non-spectral status? With those of your profession being so common and fearsome, no one would dare associate with my kind."
The other Spectres have begun to fade away, wanting to be anywhere but here.
He holds up a finger to Charlie "My apologies sir, I've got somethin' to say to your employees." He looks to the one's fading away "Any of y'all who leave'll have to deal with me huntin' you down, and as your employer might well know, I ain't someone you would want huntin' you down. Either stay beside your boss, or I'll take the time to kill ya a second time over." He says calmly and coldly before turning back "Anyway, as you were sayin' you seem like the type who wouldn't take bull[gp]. You also seem to have good intentions, so I ain't going to take the time exterminatin' you."
The other Spectres cower and do nothing. Charlie breathes deeply. "I would prefer you use the term 'genocide,' as it is far more apt for your job description. Intelligence is the key difference. Actually, nevermind. I forgot that in the eyes of a hunter, any being can be sub-human, treated like vermin so long as your boss says so. I've met enough orc and goblin Spectres to know how painful a reality that is. The word 'extermination' makes me angry when used like that, but it might be a good thing since it drives me to fix the issue. And before you ask, I am fully aware of how dangerous your people are and have no intention of fighting you in any way that might get me or anyone else hurt."
He shakes his head "You've got me mistaken, I ain't mean ya called vermin. I'd exterminate a human fast as anythin' else. I don't care what my boss thinks, everyone is equal in the eyes of death, so everyone is equal to me. I apologize for what some of my brothers in huntin' may have done to you or the people you've met. I'd help ya if I wasn't contracted to hunt supernaturals like ya and these here spectres. I ain't gonna touch ya though, you've proven yaself more human than some people I've met myself." He tips his hat in respect.
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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.'
*I wanna do some combat to test my new character so here he is*
A man completely covered in green robes with a golden chain around his neck is walking towards the tavern. His face is hidden and only his eyes, which are white, peek out from under the hood. He is humming to himself, kicking a rock down the path
*I've got you bro, I wanted to combat test Sparrow anyway.*
Sparrow is outside of the tavern, having sobered himself out of his hangover, his gloves now glowing only softly as he looks to the person. His bandana is up and his hat is lowered, leaving only his own eyes revealed, each one glowing with their glove's matching power.
The Shadow Wizard tilts his head, watching them
They get up from the rocking chair, looking at the Shadow wizard, tipping their hat in greeting as they approach.
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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.'
*I wanna do some combat to test my new character so here he is*
A man completely covered in green robes with a golden chain around his neck is walking towards the tavern. His face is hidden and only his eyes, which are white, peek out from under the hood. He is humming to himself, kicking a rock down the path
*I've got you bro, I wanted to combat test Sparrow anyway.*
Sparrow is outside of the tavern, having sobered himself out of his hangover, his gloves now glowing only softly as he looks to the person. His bandana is up and his hat is lowered, leaving only his own eyes revealed, each one glowing with their glove's matching power.
The Shadow Wizard tilts his head, watching them
They get up from the rocking chair, looking at the Shadow wizard, tipping their hat in greeting as they approach.
He throws up a peace sign, watching them
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The sigil seems to shiver and break open, dark, crackling energy spreading out over the ground. A sort of one-way portal from the Spirit World. It looks almost like a large puddle, but if it reflected a different world instead of the one we see each day. The rabbit Spectre sits on the other side, facing toward Kiko. "Hello there. Did you say you needed help? I would be glad to do whatever I can."
Kiko looks back through the portal, her numerous eyes scanning what's ocurring on the other side. Charlie can probably sense something vaguely reminiscent of the Traitor in her appearance- as though she was using the discarded parts left behind from the Traitor's transformation as her own, like a hermit crab clinging to a discarded shell.
"Hello. I'm... I'm trying to get back home to my own world, and back to my old self, but I don't know how. Is there some way you can help? I'm not familiar with... well, with anything magical, really."
They tilt their head slightly and steeple their gloved hands, considering this. "I'll need more information in order to help, but what you are suggesting is far from impossible."
"Before I was... this, I was human. I died in my world, and then... something happened. I could think, but I couldn't perceive anything for a long time. I was pushed into the back of my own mind, and someone else took over. When I came to, I was... well, I was here, like this. I just wish I could find a way to go back to who I was."
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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 wanna do some combat to test my new character so here he is*
A man completely covered in green robes with a golden chain around his neck is walking towards the tavern. His face is hidden and only his eyes, which are white, peek out from under the hood. He is humming to himself, kicking a rock down the path
*I've got you bro, I wanted to combat test Sparrow anyway.*
Sparrow is outside of the tavern, having sobered himself out of his hangover, his gloves now glowing only softly as he looks to the person. His bandana is up and his hat is lowered, leaving only his own eyes revealed, each one glowing with their glove's matching power.
The Shadow Wizard tilts his head, watching them
They get up from the rocking chair, looking at the Shadow wizard, tipping their hat in greeting as they approach.
He throws up a peace sign, watching them
He nods, "Howdy, name's Sparrow Valentine, yours?"
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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.'
*OH YEEEAHHH!!! Also, do you mind helping me with a combat test?*
*not in the slightest, sounds fun*
A man completely covered in green robes with a golden chain around his neck is walking towards the tavern. His face is hidden and only his eyes, which are white, peek out from under the hood. He is humming to himself, kicking a rock down the path
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Traitor is birdwatching, but also keeping an eye out for other people.
Isaac goes over to them "hello"
She looks over at him with her void of a face, the light 'eyes' within growing a touch brighter. "Oh, hello again! How have you been?"
"I've been well. what about you Omori?"
"I'm doing just swell! I- wait a minute, how did you..." She looks confused for a moment before realizing that where she's standing is, in fact, in direct sunlight. "...Ah, that's how."
"did you think you were hidden?"
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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
"I've been well. what about you Omori?"
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
The other Spectres cower and do nothing. Charlie breathes deeply. "I would prefer you use the term 'genocide,' as it is far more apt for your job description. Intelligence is the key difference. Actually, nevermind. I forgot that in the eyes of a hunter, any being can be sub-human, treated like vermin so long as your boss says so. I've met enough orc and goblin Spectres to know how painful a reality that is. The word 'extermination' makes me angry when used like that, but it might be a good thing since it drives me to fix the issue. And before you ask, I am fully aware of how dangerous your people are and have no intention of fighting you in any way that might get me or anyone else hurt."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I've got you bro, I wanted to combat test Sparrow anyway.*
Sparrow is outside of the tavern, having sobered himself out of his hangover, his gloves now glowing only softly as he looks to the person. His bandana is up and his hat is lowered, leaving only his own eyes revealed, each one glowing with their glove's matching power.
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.)
*Aww! It appeared to be caught!*
*Jobah used Dark Void! It’s super effective!*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*+38 Exp. Points*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They tilt their head slightly and steeple their gloved hands, considering this. "I'll need more information in order to help, but what you are suggesting is far from impossible."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I'm doing just swell! I- wait a minute, how did you..." She looks confused for a moment before realizing that where she's standing is, in fact, in direct sunlight. "...Ah, that's how."
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)
The Shadow Wizard tilts his head, watching them
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He shakes his head "You've got me mistaken, I ain't mean ya called vermin. I'd exterminate a human fast as anythin' else. I don't care what my boss thinks, everyone is equal in the eyes of death, so everyone is equal to me. I apologize for what some of my brothers in huntin' may have done to you or the people you've met. I'd help ya if I wasn't contracted to hunt supernaturals like ya and these here spectres. I ain't gonna touch ya though, you've proven yaself more human than some people I've met myself." He tips his hat in respect.
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.)
*OH YEEEAHHH!!! Also, do you mind helping me with a combat test?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*NO!!! MY MEOWTH!!!*
*Jester used Gun. Jobah... 'Fainted'.* *Hey man.*
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.)
They get up from the rocking chair, looking at the Shadow wizard, tipping their hat in greeting as they approach.
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.)
He throws up a peace sign, watching them
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Before I was... this, I was human. I died in my world, and then... something happened. I could think, but I couldn't perceive anything for a long time. I was pushed into the back of my own mind, and someone else took over. When I came to, I was... well, I was here, like this. I just wish I could find a way to go back to who I was."
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)
*not in the slightest, sounds fun*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*hey*
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 nods, "Howdy, name's Sparrow Valentine, yours?"
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.)
A man completely covered in green robes with a golden chain around his neck is walking towards the tavern. His face is hidden and only his eyes, which are white, peek out from under the hood. He is humming to himself, kicking a rock down the path
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"did you think you were hidden?"
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
*You doin' good man?*
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.)