She snaps her head to the side, black bile leaks from her mouth, it hitting the ground and causing the grass to corrode and burn. "Why did you do this!" She snarls, poking him in the chest.
She giggles "Hurt anywhere else?" She asks.
He looks at the black bile on the ground with a raised eyebrow “Hmm, what’s wrong with you? What is killing you?” When she pokes his chest her finger bends, like she was trying to poke a brick wall “I was hungry, and this guy was a [gp].”
He shakes his head and takes a shot “Nowhere else. Don’t worry bout me.”
"You don't get to ask questions!" She snarls, the tattoo on the back of her neck burning her skin slightly "Killing someone, even if they are horrible, is not an excuse for death!"
"I'm gonna worry bout you!" She grins, clinging on to him.
He looks to the tattoo, his flesh exceedingly cold “What cursed you? You wouldn’t know anything either way, I’m hundreds of centuries old, I’ve seen what a person like him would have done to a person like you.”
He takes another shot “Thank ya kindly, you are far too nice to a person like me.”
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" She covers her ears, pacing around "I have to save this guy, I.. I have to."
"I am not nice." She rolls her eyes, licking his blood off her fingers and drinking back on the shots despite being somewhat drunk.
He picks up the body, their veins throbbing with black ichor “Fine, here.” Suddenly the ichor is gone “Heal him if you want him to live.”
He chuckles “If you ain’t nice I ain’t a sharpshooter, you may not be nice to everybody, but you’re certainly nice to me.” He pours another one for her and himself, starting to get a bit drunk himself.
She nods but as she is about to, she coughs violently, unable to get a breathe into her lungs. She spits out black acidic bile on the ground, causing it to hiss and corrode the dirt and plant life. She chokes a bit before breathing again, dropping to her knees to heal the man.
"I am not.. nice." She huffs, playing with his hair "I am the thing that goes bump in the night. I am the darkness under beds of children." She says, cackling.
The man is healed, and in awakening immediately pushes her to the ground, before seeing Dracula and running away as fast as he can. He helps her up to her feet before saying “I told you, this person isn’t worth saving. But you are, what’s wrong?”
He cackles, walking around and letting her mess with his soft, rich brown hair “So the thing that goes bump in the night wants to heal my wounds, have drinks together, eat cheese fries, and just have fun with me?”
She pulls away from him and takes him by the ear "We are not discussing me. What the actual (GP), how do you think it's right eating people, good or bad. I understand you are a vampire but killing someone outright is horrible." She yells at him like a mother.
"Yes. If you tell anybody about me being nice to you, I will dig inside your ribcage and live in it." She giggles madly.
He leans back “Please don’t yell at me. Bad people shouldn’t live, you know that I’m not wrong.” He says, looking to the person as they run away “He would have been terrible to you, he was terrible to you when you saved his life. You are one of a kind among many, my wife was like you.” He gets a distant look.
He cackles equally mad, finishing off the flask “I wasn’t plan in’ to tell nobody no way.” He sits down in a chair at the tavern, “You’re too much for me.”
She sighs, rubbing her temples "I am not your wife, I am not like you wife. But if you want to make your wife happy, don't kill anybody!"
"Good." She huffs and hugs his neck.
“If I killed people before I would have my wife with me. You aren’t my wife, but you are more like my wife than you know.” He begins to walk away, the steps he takes hard to follow.
He refills his flask, giving it to her, “Do you need anything from me? If I can give you anything at all.”
She runs her hand through her hair, hyperventilating a little. She leaves back and forth, caught up on her own morals and such.
She raises a brow "Not to sound rude but why would I need anything. I got you."
*Dracula has made another person question things about themselves, yay!*
He raises an eyebrow of his own “Now what does that mean, cause I ain’t tryin’ to interpret it as somethin’ it ain’t.” He drinks from his flask.
"Wonderful idea! My human name was Wallace Bucket, but I virtually never used it. Wallace died when he was forgotten, and I died twice after. It's a wonderful afterlife, wouldn't you say? Hey, here's a little trick I can do..."
Suddenly, she feels the radio waves flowing through her. She can feel everything within 1 mile of a random radio-wave-based device. Well, not feel, but there is no sense that mortals have that even resembles it. It begins to switch between different radios, and she can tell that this entity has had a long time to spy on people. "We can only use this for a short while during the day, so we should only use it when we need to. It is a preventative measure, to keep various monsters away from us and others. At night, we can use it whenever we need to."
"I see- that's a very handy tool, I imagine. It's always good to check in with the fans every so often. Speaking of which, do you know anywhere we could use to set up our local branch of the station? You know, a base of operations of sorts?"
To everyone else in the Inn (well, except maybe Charlie), Kiko is just standing in silence. Traitor seems somewhat confused, but doesn't comment on it.
"I have nowhere in mind. We can function anywhere, and I never thought of scouting the area given... my lack of limbs. But anyway, I'm very happy to have you on the station!"
As he leaves, he can feel the presence of eyes on him.
He cackles one last time “Come and find me then.” And then the Jester collapses into unconscious, back in control of his body.
Several ghouls begin to crawl out of the woodworks, unburying themselves, climbing down from trees. They begin to circle around the Jester before one grabs his mask.
As he leaves, he can feel the presence of eyes on him.
He cackles one last time “Come and find me then.” And then the Jester collapses into unconscious, back in control of his body.
Several ghouls begin to crawl out of the woodworks, unburying themselves, climbing down from trees. They begin to circle around the Jester before one grabs his mask.
Black ichor begins to leak from the mask the moment they touch it, burning their body on contact, but leaving the Jester unscathed. After a moment he wakes up with a start as the mask is removed from his face “What’s happening!”
Stroth continually teleports away from the cat, trying to get as far away as possible.
"I hope you're right"
It follows her everytime she does
"I am, I know I am.' he grins.
"LEAVE ME ALONE-"
Isaac smiles back
it yawns
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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
She snaps her head to the side, black bile leaks from her mouth, it hitting the ground and causing the grass to corrode and burn. "Why did you do this!" She snarls, poking him in the chest.
She giggles "Hurt anywhere else?" She asks.
He looks at the black bile on the ground with a raised eyebrow “Hmm, what’s wrong with you? What is killing you?” When she pokes his chest her finger bends, like she was trying to poke a brick wall “I was hungry, and this guy was a [gp].”
He shakes his head and takes a shot “Nowhere else. Don’t worry bout me.”
"You don't get to ask questions!" She snarls, the tattoo on the back of her neck burning her skin slightly "Killing someone, even if they are horrible, is not an excuse for death!"
"I'm gonna worry bout you!" She grins, clinging on to him.
He looks to the tattoo, his flesh exceedingly cold “What cursed you? You wouldn’t know anything either way, I’m hundreds of centuries old, I’ve seen what a person like him would have done to a person like you.”
He takes another shot “Thank ya kindly, you are far too nice to a person like me.”
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" She covers her ears, pacing around "I have to save this guy, I.. I have to."
"I am not nice." She rolls her eyes, licking his blood off her fingers and drinking back on the shots despite being somewhat drunk.
He picks up the body, their veins throbbing with black ichor “Fine, here.” Suddenly the ichor is gone “Heal him if you want him to live.”
He chuckles “If you ain’t nice I ain’t a sharpshooter, you may not be nice to everybody, but you’re certainly nice to me.” He pours another one for her and himself, starting to get a bit drunk himself.
She nods but as she is about to, she coughs violently, unable to get a breathe into her lungs. She spits out black acidic bile on the ground, causing it to hiss and corrode the dirt and plant life. She chokes a bit before breathing again, dropping to her knees to heal the man.
"I am not.. nice." She huffs, playing with his hair "I am the thing that goes bump in the night. I am the darkness under beds of children." She says, cackling.
The man is healed, and in awakening immediately pushes her to the ground, before seeing Dracula and running away as fast as he can. He helps her up to her feet before saying “I told you, this person isn’t worth saving. But you are, what’s wrong?”
He cackles, walking around and letting her mess with his soft, rich brown hair “So the thing that goes bump in the night wants to heal my wounds, have drinks together, eat cheese fries, and just have fun with me?”
She pulls away from him and takes him by the ear "We are not discussing me. What the actual (GP), how do you think it's right eating people, good or bad. I understand you are a vampire but killing someone outright is horrible." She yells at him like a mother.
"Yes. If you tell anybody about me being nice to you, I will dig inside your ribcage and live in it." She giggles madly.
He leans back “Please don’t yell at me. Bad people shouldn’t live, you know that I’m not wrong.” He says, looking to the person as they run away “He would have been terrible to you, he was terrible to you when you saved his life. You are one of a kind among many, my wife was like you.” He gets a distant look.
He cackles equally mad, finishing off the flask “I wasn’t plan in’ to tell nobody no way.” He sits down in a chair at the tavern, “You’re too much for me.”
She sighs, rubbing her temples "I am not your wife, I am not like you wife. But if you want to make your wife happy, don't kill anybody!"
"Good." She huffs and hugs his neck.
“If I killed people before I would have my wife with me. You aren’t my wife, but you are more like my wife than you know.” He begins to walk away, the steps he takes hard to follow.
He refills his flask, giving it to her, “Do you need anything from me? If I can give you anything at all.”
She runs her hand through her hair, hyperventilating a little. She leaves back and forth, caught up on her own morals and such.
She raises a brow "Not to sound rude but why would I need anything. I got you."
*Dracula has made another person question things about themselves, yay!*
He raises an eyebrow of his own “Now what does that mean, cause I ain’t tryin’ to interpret it as somethin’ it ain’t.” He drinks from his flask.
*I honestly think that somewhere in my apartment, I have a whole flashdrive related to Allison. I don't know where it is tho.*
She shrugs, having clarity, "You're the second person that has made me actually feel like I belong here. You and Riotan.. you both kinda helped me me out of a dark spot. I'm still new to.. feeling, I guess." She shrugs.
As he leaves, he can feel the presence of eyes on him.
He cackles one last time “Come and find me then.” And then the Jester collapses into unconscious, back in control of his body.
Several ghouls begin to crawl out of the woodworks, unburying themselves, climbing down from trees. They begin to circle around the Jester before one grabs his mask.
Black ichor begins to leak from the mask the moment they touch it, burning their body on contact, but leaving the Jester unscathed. After a moment he wakes up with a start as the mask is removed from his face “What’s happening!”
The ghoul's Spiritual Armor protects it from immediate damage as it attempts to shatter the mask, the other Ghouls keeping the Jester back from the main one.
*Hello you lovely scrimblos, finished my interview :D*
*Yay!!!*
*Hello Fren :>*
*Ma FWIEND (huggles)*
*How is you? (Snuggle)*
*I am supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.*
*That's lovely :D*
*Indeedly-do.*
*Wanna rp?*
*Oh of course! Would you like to RP with my character I was going to introduce tomorrow but I kinda want to do it now.*
*Oooooo, yes! Sounds fun :D*
*Who's the new character?*
*He is a Lich who is both a wandering teacher. He was a bishop of the old faith where he worshipped the god of Life and Death.*
*Cult of the lamb? :3*
*Not really, more so based around druidic faith and Venca.*
*Thats neat too :D*
*Who do ya wanna rp them with? Or any of your other characters in general?*
*Hmmmm..*
There is a noise outside, a Dimensional Door opens in the middle of a field. A man, about 5'9, steps out. He wears a simple black suit, a small broach in the shape of an apple is pinned to his chest. He has short black hair, olive hued skin that looks fairly normal, but his eyes are pitch black in color. He looks around, sighing a bit, as if disappointed.
Scott is writing at the desk in the library of the tavern.
"Wonderful idea! My human name was Wallace Bucket, but I virtually never used it. Wallace died when he was forgotten, and I died twice after. It's a wonderful afterlife, wouldn't you say? Hey, here's a little trick I can do..."
Suddenly, she feels the radio waves flowing through her. She can feel everything within 1 mile of a random radio-wave-based device. Well, not feel, but there is no sense that mortals have that even resembles it. It begins to switch between different radios, and she can tell that this entity has had a long time to spy on people. "We can only use this for a short while during the day, so we should only use it when we need to. It is a preventative measure, to keep various monsters away from us and others. At night, we can use it whenever we need to."
"I see- that's a very handy tool, I imagine. It's always good to check in with the fans every so often. Speaking of which, do you know anywhere we could use to set up our local branch of the station? You know, a base of operations of sorts?"
To everyone else in the Inn (well, except maybe Charlie), Kiko is just standing in silence. Traitor seems somewhat confused, but doesn't comment on it.
"I have nowhere in mind. We can function anywhere, and I never thought of scouting the area given... my lack of limbs. But anyway, I'm very happy to have you on the station!"
"I'm very happy to be here! I look forward to working with you."
Kiko once again becomes aware of her surroundings, and looks over to Charlie. "Wow, this is incredible! Thank you so much!"
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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)
*Hello you lovely scrimblos, finished my interview :D*
*Yay!!!*
*Hello Fren :>*
*Ma FWIEND (huggles)*
*How is you? (Snuggle)*
*I am supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.*
*That's lovely :D*
*Indeedly-do.*
*Wanna rp?*
*Oh of course! Would you like to RP with my character I was going to introduce tomorrow but I kinda want to do it now.*
*Oooooo, yes! Sounds fun :D*
*Who's the new character?*
*He is a Lich who is both a wandering teacher. He was a bishop of the old faith where he worshipped the god of Life and Death.*
*Cult of the lamb? :3*
*Not really, more so based around druidic faith and Venca.*
*Thats neat too :D*
*Who do ya wanna rp them with? Or any of your other characters in general?*
*Hmmmm..*
There is a noise outside, a Dimensional Door opens in the middle of a field. A man, about 5'9, steps out. He wears a simple black suit, a small broach in the shape of an apple is pinned to his chest. He has short black hair, olive hued skin that looks fairly normal, but his eyes are pitch black in color. He looks around, sighing a bit, as if disappointed.
Scott is writing at the desk in the library of the tavern.
Kelipso is looking for Jason.
Kal, who was taking a walk, stares at this. One hand goes to his sheathed sword, "Um, hello?"
Theres a knock on the window near him, despite them being on the second floor
Mary is out in an alley. The scent of blood fills the air
Jason is enjoying the cool air for this time of year, sat in a tree
Georgie is in the factory, using some tools to insert something into the chest of the giant stuffed animal he's created
-free pick-
The Eyeless Traitor is also sitting on that rooftop, though a bit away from Tycho- it looks like she's been here a while. There is an occasional scratching sound as her claws brush against the roof shingles.
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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)
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Shade blinks and then purrs starting to move the liquid Stroth around as she drinks several more
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
Stroth raises a brow "Don't do that kid, makes me feel like I am itchy.'
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
*Dracula has made another person question things about themselves, yay!*
He raises an eyebrow of his own “Now what does that mean, cause I ain’t tryin’ to interpret it as somethin’ it ain’t.” He drinks from his flask.
*Thats neat too :D*
*Who do ya wanna rp them with? Or any of your other characters in general?*
"I have nowhere in mind. We can function anywhere, and I never thought of scouting the area given... my lack of limbs. But anyway, I'm very happy to have you on the station!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Shade lets out a purring hiccup and contines finding it fasinating as she downs her 42nd shot
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
Several ghouls begin to crawl out of the woodworks, unburying themselves, climbing down from trees. They begin to circle around the Jester before one grabs his mask.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Black ichor begins to leak from the mask the moment they touch it, burning their body on contact, but leaving the Jester unscathed. After a moment he wakes up with a start as the mask is removed from his face “What’s happening!”
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
Isaac smiles back
it yawns
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 honestly think that somewhere in my apartment, I have a whole flashdrive related to Allison. I don't know where it is tho.*
She shrugs, having clarity, "You're the second person that has made me actually feel like I belong here. You and Riotan.. you both kinda helped me me out of a dark spot. I'm still new to.. feeling, I guess." She shrugs.
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
The ghoul's Spiritual Armor protects it from immediate damage as it attempts to shatter the mask, the other Ghouls keeping the Jester back from the main one.
STR: 23
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Characters for those interested?*
Tycho is sat on a rooftop, humming to himself
Mary is out in an alley. The scent of blood fills the air
Jason is enjoying the cool air for this time of year, sat in a tree
Georgie is in the factory, using some tools to insert something into the chest of the giant stuffed animal he's created
-free pick-
*Hmmmm..*
There is a noise outside, a Dimensional Door opens in the middle of a field. A man, about 5'9, steps out. He wears a simple black suit, a small broach in the shape of an apple is pinned to his chest. He has short black hair, olive hued skin that looks fairly normal, but his eyes are pitch black in color. He looks around, sighing a bit, as if disappointed.
Scott is writing at the desk in the library of the tavern.
Kelipso is looking for Jason.
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
Riotan is aimlessly wandering and peeks into said alley.
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 chuckles, running a hand through her hair.
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'm very happy to be here! I look forward to working with you."
Kiko once again becomes aware of her surroundings, and looks over to Charlie. "Wow, this is incredible! Thank you so much!"
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)
Xan kisses his forehead "You gonna be okay?"
She teleports again.
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
Kal, who was taking a walk, stares at this. One hand goes to his sheathed sword, "Um, hello?"
Theres a knock on the window near him, despite them being on the second floor
Jason is in a tree, humming to himself
The Eyeless Traitor is also sitting on that rooftop, though a bit away from Tycho- it looks like she's been here a while. There is an occasional scratching sound as her claws brush against the roof shingles.
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)