The Seer appears at the Inn, clearly vexed by something. She looks around the Inn for the Traitor or Kiko, not seeing either.
On the little organic radio in the Inn, TRAUMA-FM starts playing after some crackles of static. Another voice that sounds almost like Kiko's joins the usual host in their commentary.
Traitor is invisible, skulking around in the area around the abandoned warehouse serving as Kiko's studio.
Stroth is looking for Omori.
They find the Traitor, who emerges from their invisibility. There's something familiar(?) about her, but it can't quite be placed.
"Hello again. It's been a while since we've had a chat, hasn't it?"
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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)
The Seer appears at the Inn, clearly vexed by something. She looks around the Inn for the Traitor or Kiko, not seeing either.
On the little organic radio in the Inn, TRAUMA-FM starts playing after some crackles of static. Another voice that sounds almost like Kiko's joins the usual host in their commentary.
Traitor is invisible, skulking around in the area around the abandoned warehouse serving as Kiko's studio.
Stroth is looking for Omori.
They find the Traitor, who emerges from their invisibility. There's something familiar(?) about her, but it can't quite be placed.
"Hello again. It's been a while since we've had a chat, hasn't it?"
"fixing this up so I can contact my client. I think it got damaged from water"
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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
The Seer appears at the Inn, clearly vexed by something. She looks around the Inn for the Traitor or Kiko, not seeing either.
On the little organic radio in the Inn, TRAUMA-FM starts playing after some crackles of static. Another voice that sounds almost like Kiko's joins the usual host in their commentary.
Traitor is invisible, skulking around in the area around the abandoned warehouse serving as Kiko's studio.
Stroth is looking for Omori.
They find the Traitor, who emerges from their invisibility. There's something familiar(?) about her, but it can't quite be placed.
"Hello again. It's been a while since we've had a chat, hasn't it?"
"Indeed it has." She grins madly "How are you?"
"I'm doing just wonderfully! A lot better than I was before... a lot stronger as well."
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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)
Reese is sitting in her trademark booth in the corner, reading.
Mary walks over, curious about the book as she slides into the booth
“Hello” Reese says blankly, turning a page and putting a bookmark within it, shutting the novel gently.
"Hiya," she says warmly, "Whatcha reading?"
"Book from my grandpa about our kinsman and our relationship traditions and culture." Even Mary can tell, something is wrong.
She tilts her head, "Are you alright?"
She sighs, leaning into Mary. "No.. I can't do this anymore, Mary... I have something to tell you.."
Mary puts an arm around her, "What is it?"
"You know that Akita that's been hangin' around?... Alix?... Me and him... we haven't solidified anything yet.. but, I like him a lot.. And I cant be with him if I continue to hang out with you like this... I'm sorry, Mary... it's over.."
Mary has an odd look at her face which quickly slips back to normal, "I see. So because you like someone we can't be friends." she nods
The Seer appears at the Inn, clearly vexed by something. She looks around the Inn for the Traitor or Kiko, not seeing either.
On the little organic radio in the Inn, TRAUMA-FM starts playing after some crackles of static. Another voice that sounds almost like Kiko's joins the usual host in their commentary.
Traitor is invisible, skulking around in the area around the abandoned warehouse serving as Kiko's studio.
Stroth is looking for Omori.
They find the Traitor, who emerges from their invisibility. There's something familiar(?) about her, but it can't quite be placed.
"Hello again. It's been a while since we've had a chat, hasn't it?"
"Indeed it has." She grins madly "How are you?"
"I'm doing just wonderfully! A lot better than I was before... a lot stronger as well."
Alix, whose floof has floofed up more since the colder weather, is inside the tavern. He is eating some chimken soup.
Reese, layered up a bit more due to the same reasons, holding a battered book, sits down next to him, smiling. Though it's hard to tell through her baggy hoodie and sweats, she is more filled out and even a bit cut. Her coat is glossier and softer, all effects of actually eating and excersising with Alix. "Hi, hun~"
Alix looks up, his tail immediately wagging. "Hi Reese!" he chirps, beaming happily "How are you? You look really pretty!"
"I'm doing good, glad to see you mostly." She sets the book down and hugs him, tail wagging on the offbeat of his. "Aww, thanks, ya big cutie.. I came to ask you a few questions about your tribe."
He nods "Of course!" he nods, his ears flopping back and forth.
"fixing this up so I can contact my client. I think it got damaged from water"
"Ah that happened to my laptop once.. Its not fun." He nods.
"damage doesn't seem to be too bad though"
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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
Scott is outside, in town. He is dressed in a black, button-up dress shirt, a grey insulated suit coat with matching dress pants, and a dark grey tie. He has his satchel over on his left shoulder, his book sitting in it. His long black hair has been tied back into a bun. He is eating what appears to be a baked good wrapped in paper, kinda just exploring a bit.
Stroth is outside, in the forest. She is dressed in a black tank top, a pair of warm black leggings, and a brown leather jacket with multiple random pins on its sleeves. She is lying on her back, staring up at the trees and the sky. A joint between her lips, exhaling smoke as she relaxes.
[uhhhhhhhhhhh open slot, pick a character you want.]
*Akumatization prospect: Observed*
As he walks through the bad part of town, it slowly grows more and more uncanny. Rotten buildings, unseen eyes, dadaist posters displaying panopticons, rabbits, and happy people dancing around flowers. Eventually, he encounters a man in a casual white suit and rabbit mask. "Hey, buddy. You seem to be wandering too. Lemme guess, writer's block?"
The Seer appears at the Inn, clearly vexed by something. She looks around the Inn for the Traitor or Kiko, not seeing either.
On the little organic radio in the Inn, TRAUMA-FM starts playing after some crackles of static. Another voice that sounds almost like Kiko's joins the usual host in their commentary.
Traitor is invisible, skulking around in the area around the abandoned warehouse serving as Kiko's studio.
Stroth is looking for Omori.
They find the Traitor, who emerges from their invisibility. There's something familiar(?) about her, but it can't quite be placed.
"Hello again. It's been a while since we've had a chat, hasn't it?"
"Indeed it has." She grins madly "How are you?"
"I'm doing just wonderfully! A lot better than I was before... a lot stronger as well."
"Very lovely to hear!" she claps her hands.
"It's quite lovely indeed!" She clasps her clawed hands together. "It's amazing what just one Spectre can do."
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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)
Scott is outside, in town. He is dressed in a black, button-up dress shirt, a grey insulated suit coat with matching dress pants, and a dark grey tie. He has his satchel over on his left shoulder, his book sitting in it. His long black hair has been tied back into a bun. He is eating what appears to be a baked good wrapped in paper, kinda just exploring a bit.
Stroth is outside, in the forest. She is dressed in a black tank top, a pair of warm black leggings, and a brown leather jacket with multiple random pins on its sleeves. She is lying on her back, staring up at the trees and the sky. A joint between her lips, exhaling smoke as she relaxes.
[uhhhhhhhhhhh open slot, pick a character you want.]
*Akumatization prospect: Observed*
As he walks through the bad part of town, it slowly grows more and more uncanny. Rotten buildings, unseen eyes, dadaist posters displaying panopticons, rabbits, and happy people dancing around flowers. Eventually, he encounters a man in a casual white suit and rabbit mask. "Hey, buddy. You seem to be wandering too. Lemme guess, writer's block?"
*[SCREAMS IN FEAR-]*
Not trusting his eyes, he begins to back up. He knows his hallucinations are bad but.. they cant be this bad right? "y-yes?" he answers.
The Seer appears at the Inn, clearly vexed by something. She looks around the Inn for the Traitor or Kiko, not seeing either.
On the little organic radio in the Inn, TRAUMA-FM starts playing after some crackles of static. Another voice that sounds almost like Kiko's joins the usual host in their commentary.
Traitor is invisible, skulking around in the area around the abandoned warehouse serving as Kiko's studio.
Stroth is looking for Omori.
They find the Traitor, who emerges from their invisibility. There's something familiar(?) about her, but it can't quite be placed.
"Hello again. It's been a while since we've had a chat, hasn't it?"
"Indeed it has." She grins madly "How are you?"
"I'm doing just wonderfully! A lot better than I was before... a lot stronger as well."
"Very lovely to hear!" she claps her hands.
"It's quite lovely indeed!" She clasps her clawed hands together. "It's amazing what just one Spectre can do."
"Ah.. working with him hm?"
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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
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"What are you doing?"
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
They find the Traitor, who emerges from their invisibility. There's something familiar(?) about her, but it can't quite be placed.
"Hello again. It's been a while since we've had a chat, hasn't it?"
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)
Mary puts an arm around her, "What is it?"
"Indeed it has." She grins madly "How are you?"
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
"fixing this up so I can contact my client. I think it got damaged from water"
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'm doing just wonderfully! A lot better than I was before... a lot stronger as well."
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)
Mary has an odd look at her face which quickly slips back to normal, "I see. So because you like someone we can't be friends." she nods
"Ah that happened to my laptop once.. Its not fun." He nods.
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
"Very lovely to hear!" she claps her hands.
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
He nods "Of course!" he nods, his ears flopping back and forth.
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
"damage doesn't seem to be too bad though"
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
*Akumatization prospect: Observed*
As he walks through the bad part of town, it slowly grows more and more uncanny. Rotten buildings, unseen eyes, dadaist posters displaying panopticons, rabbits, and happy people dancing around flowers. Eventually, he encounters a man in a casual white suit and rabbit mask. "Hey, buddy. You seem to be wandering too. Lemme guess, writer's block?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"It's quite lovely indeed!" She clasps her clawed hands together. "It's amazing what just one Spectre can do."
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)
"Put it in some rice."
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
*[SCREAMS IN FEAR-]*
Not trusting his eyes, he begins to back up. He knows his hallucinations are bad but.. they cant be this bad right? "y-yes?" he answers.
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
"Ah.. working with him hm?"
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