Shade flattens her ears. "you owe me a drink. seeing as you have had more than enough yourself. we can have a little competition..."
"Believe me, I have T R I E D. I get tipsy, but not blackout drunk. I cannot blackout, even if hit upside the head with a shovel. BELIEVE ME, I have trieeeed."
"Believe me, I have T R I E D. I get tipsy, but not blackout drunk. I cannot blackout, even if hit upside the head with a shovel. BELIEVE ME, I have trieeeed."
Shade smiles. "then it should be easy to drink more than me"
They reach into their chestmaw and pull out a Spectre soul. It looks like a radio made of flesh and blood. "This one might help. TRAUMA FM was a liar in life, but a brilliant one. He would imitate his idols until he became bored of copying their work and moved on to the next one. He once wore clothes of the wrong color, leading to his execution. He never learned from that mistake. He's an artistic genius in multiple mediums, and a quick learner, so he can essentially make dreams realities. The consequence, however, is that he is hopelessly romantic. Poetic justice would overjoy my friend. He has helped out many a dreamer and a killer before. I save him for people who really need some luck in artistic endeavors, and creating a new body certainly counts."
Kiko's eyes all turn to look at the soul, holding a somewhat familiar, albeit less blatantly insane, look of joy. The Traitor looks intrigued.
"Wow, that sounds... that sounds wonderful! I'm already kind of an art person- I think we'd get along well. I accept."
They hand her the distorted radio, which begins to "sing" in a tinny, staticy voice. It sounds almost mechanical, and is punctuated by the sounds of a man with a similar, but more emotional voice begging for mercy. Halfway through, the song is punctuated by the sounds of the Seer crying instead.
"Moonlight white, white like eyes, She has seen too much tonight. Spectres dance across the static, Suffering lives in the attic, I'll give my piece, then I will stand A dream made bloodied, second hand Pain made pointless, hate made bland, All by popular demand."
An insight check may be necessary to decipher what this thing is blathering about, if it's too cryptic.
*While merged with TRAUMA FM, Kiko will add her proficiency bonus to all rolls of the d20, even if she already includes her proficiency bonus. She can also hear radio waves. This has the same restrictions as the Last Traitor's power, with all the stuff that negates it. The curse, however, is that Omori must act on romantic and artistic impulses unless she is stopped by someone. Essentially, her mind is set to How Things Could Be instead of How Things Are.*
Like with Omori before her, Kiko is briefly engulfed in a column of spectral energy as they change. The shadows that were their body begin to drip and melt away as she absorbs the power.
When the energy disperses, the figure that stands there is a far cry from what Kiko once was, though oddly, more humanoid than before. She appears to be a mannequin, wearing a sharp-looking white coat with gold accents and spots of assorted paint and clay and charcoal over an emerald green sweater with matching pants and gold-accented shoes. From the back of their now faceless head extends a pair of radio antennae, and simple painted and drawn birds can be seen on some parts of their fiberglass body.
"My, this is... this is magnificent! Now, what was that you said?.." She leans a bit closer to the radio to discern what it was saying. Insight: 22
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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)
"Believe me, I have T R I E D. I get tipsy, but not blackout drunk. I cannot blackout, even if hit upside the head with a shovel. BELIEVE ME, I have trieeeed."
Shade smiles. "then it should be easy to drink more than me"
"Believe me, I have T R I E D. I get tipsy, but not blackout drunk. I cannot blackout, even if hit upside the head with a shovel. BELIEVE ME, I have trieeeed."
Shade smiles. "then it should be easy to drink more than me"
"You bet." She chuckles and walks to the bar, ordering hellfire whisky.
"Believe me, I have T R I E D. I get tipsy, but not blackout drunk. I cannot blackout, even if hit upside the head with a shovel. BELIEVE ME, I have trieeeed."
Shade smiles. "then it should be easy to drink more than me"
"You bet." She chuckles and walks to the bar, ordering hellfire whisky.
*Guys, I just ordered pizza for the first time. Why am I this adverse to phone calls.*
(I am the same way lol)
*It's was so weird, dear lord...*
(lol. you want to continue?)
*Had to hype myself up to make a P H O N E C A L L*
*and yes :)*
Isaac is reading a book on suns
The cat is looking for Stroth
Xan sits in his lap, doing his nails.
Stroth is still in the floor, drunk.
He squeezes Xan's shoulder
The cat sits on her leg
Xan looks up "Yes?"
She nudges it off
he shakes his head "nevermind"
it cocks its head
"Noooooo, tell me." He likes his cheek.
"Go away cat.."
He sighs "it's fine"
it shakes its head
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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
*Guys, I just ordered pizza for the first time. Why am I this adverse to phone calls.*
*Because talking to people you don't know is hard. Want to roleplay?*
*Shore.*
Allison is sitting on the roof of the tavern, knitting what appears to be a sweater.
Stroth is drunk again and is eating the body of a bone devil, giggling to herself.
They smell blood near the tavern, but not like Dracula, genuine blood, real blood, recently shed blood.
Sparrow has several nearly made holes in his body, and is not looking very well as he watches them, a slight smile on his face.
*Wendigo, here.*
Allison jumps up, her nurse training kicking in. She begins to look for the source before running straight into Dracula.
Stroth sits in her heels, licking her fingertips, muttering to herself about soul seasoning that they use in restaurants.
Dracula is just sitting down, playing video games like he always is, although he is standing over the corpse of some guy, pure white, drained of blood.
He reaches into a magical pouch on his belt and pulls out some soul seasoning, having come from the South he is very prepared for this moment.
"Believe me, I have T R I E D. I get tipsy, but not blackout drunk. I cannot blackout, even if hit upside the head with a shovel. BELIEVE ME, I have trieeeed."
Shade smiles. "then it should be easy to drink more than me"
"You bet." She chuckles and walks to the bar, ordering hellfire whisky.
Shade orders the same and gulps it down
Shot after shot, rounding up to around fifteen, she drinks them back with no hesitation.
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*Laughs in evil -*
"Yes, and I was incredibly funny.' she chirps.
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
"Noooooo, tell me." He likes his cheek.
"Go away cat.."
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
Shade flattens her ears. "you owe me a drink. seeing as you have had more than enough yourself. we can have a little competition..."
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
"Believe me, I have T R I E D. I get tipsy, but not blackout drunk. I cannot blackout, even if hit upside the head with a shovel. BELIEVE ME, I have trieeeed."
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
*Wendigo, here.*
Shade smiles. "then it should be easy to drink more than me"
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*Anyone else want to roleplay?*
*welcome 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.
Like with Omori before her, Kiko is briefly engulfed in a column of spectral energy as they change. The shadows that were their body begin to drip and melt away as she absorbs the power.
When the energy disperses, the figure that stands there is a far cry from what Kiko once was, though oddly, more humanoid than before. She appears to be a mannequin, wearing a sharp-looking white coat with gold accents and spots of assorted paint and clay and charcoal over an emerald green sweater with matching pants and gold-accented shoes. From the back of their now faceless head extends a pair of radio antennae, and simple painted and drawn birds can be seen on some parts of their fiberglass body.
"My, this is... this is magnificent! Now, what was that you said?.." She leans a bit closer to the radio to discern what it was saying. Insight: 22
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)
*Wendigo?*
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
Allison jumps up, her nurse training kicking in. She begins to look for the source before running straight into Dracula.
Stroth sits in her heels, licking her fingertips, muttering to herself about soul seasoning that they use in restaurants.
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
"You bet." She chuckles and walks to the bar, ordering hellfire whisky.
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
*(Bites your arm)*
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
Shade orders the same and gulps it down
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*need to go and pickup/eat dinner*
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
He sighs "it's fine"
it shakes its head
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
Dracula is just sitting down, playing video games like he always is, although he is standing over the corpse of some guy, pure white, drained of blood.
He reaches into a magical pouch on his belt and pulls out some soul seasoning, having come from the South he is very prepared for this moment.
Shot after shot, rounding up to around fifteen, she drinks them back with no hesitation.
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
"Teeeeeelllllllll me." He whines.
"Yessss."
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