*Sorry. I was forced to go to a no bullying assembly. Just gonna repost characters*
Theren is upset in the library, flipping through books. Most of them seem to be books on necromancy. Tears pour down his face as he rests his head on the table.
Phoenix is outside smoking his 4th cigarette that morning. He bounces his leg nervously as he takes another lungful of smoke.
The Tarnished is holding off a young Tarrasque. His armor is torn and shattered in some places. His helmet is halfway broken. Laying on the ground behind him, hurt, is Helena.
The Shadow Wizard has constructed a tower in the woods and is chilling inside it.
*Do you want to deal with any of mine?*
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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.'
*Sorry. I was forced to go to a no bullying assembly. Just gonna repost characters*
Theren is upset in the library, flipping through books. Most of them seem to be books on necromancy. Tears pour down his face as he rests his head on the table.
Phoenix is outside smoking his 4th cigarette that morning. He bounces his leg nervously as he takes another lungful of smoke.
The Tarnished is holding off a young Tarrasque. His armor is torn and shattered in some places. His helmet is halfway broken. Laying on the ground behind him, hurt, is Helena.
The Shadow Wizard has constructed a tower in the woods and is chilling inside it.
*Do you want to deal with any of mine?*
*Yeah...I'm gonna re-do what they are doing though..I don't feel to good mentally right now and I just wanna play comfort characters*
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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.
"I am known by many names, but the one I go by most is the Traitor. It's very nice to meet you, Jester."
"Well that is a name isn't it? The pleasure is all mine Traitor, truly." They bow dramatically once more.
She sort of bows as well. "I'll admit, being called a Traitor doesn't paint me in the most flattering sense, but it's certainly fitting. It's certainly less of a mouthful than 'get the broom, it's on the porch again'!" She laughs a bit at the memory.
He laughs as well, genuine almost of charming to hear as his music "It is, isn't it? I wouldn't say I know the feeling of what that's like, but I've experienced some things myself that would make a funny story."
"I can relate to that, though some of the humor might be mostly for these recent few chapters."
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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)
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 wizard rolls his eyes. "I have no quarry with you." he says evenly. "Maybe go be useful and take care of the young tarrasque assaulting that idiot Tarnished."
"Why would I do that? I rather annoy you!" She cackles.
"You really aren't. I'm just trying to make some beats in here."
"Too bad!" she chuckles and flips him off.
He just shrugs, putting his head back inside his tower and going back to mixing beats.
She thinks for a moment, pulling out a clear cube with different faces. She giggles madly, waving it in the air. It begins to glow, getting brighter by the second. She takes a few steps back, setting it on the ground. Dirt, stone, and anything around it begins to get sucked in.
The wizard rolls his eyes. "I have no quarry with you." he says evenly. "Maybe go be useful and take care of the young tarrasque assaulting that idiot Tarnished."
"Why would I do that? I rather annoy you!" She cackles.
"You really aren't. I'm just trying to make some beats in here."
"Too bad!" she chuckles and flips him off.
He just shrugs, putting his head back inside his tower and going back to mixing beats.
She thinks for a moment, pulling out a clear cube with different faces. She giggles madly, waving it in the air. It begins to glow, getting brighter by the second. She takes a few steps back, setting it on the ground. Dirt, stone, and anything around it begins to get sucked in.
*I re-posted what my characters are up to...I don't feel great mentally right now*
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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.
Barbeau points to the cig "Don't do that. You may be able to withstand the carcinogens, but your palate will still suffer." He walks to a strange altar and fills a couple of paper cups with hot soup and begins walking back.
*Also, we may have to continue this later.*
*I'm fine with continuing this later.*
He frowns slightly, taking the cigarette out with a blow of smoke "Still the same cook you've always been." He tosses it to the ground and stomps it out. He looks to the cups and the hot soup with a bit of curiosity, continuing to follow.
*Did you dream about me?*
Barbeau brings the soup to the hypothermic Hunters and watches them try to think of some other option to avoid drinking. They can't, given that home base is too far for them to get there and warm up in time.
"I am known by many names, but the one I go by most is the Traitor. It's very nice to meet you, Jester."
"Well that is a name isn't it? The pleasure is all mine Traitor, truly." They bow dramatically once more.
She sort of bows as well. "I'll admit, being called a Traitor doesn't paint me in the most flattering sense, but it's certainly fitting. It's certainly less of a mouthful than 'get the broom, it's on the porch again'!" She laughs a bit at the memory.
He laughs as well, genuine almost of charming to hear as his music "It is, isn't it? I wouldn't say I know the feeling of what that's like, but I've experienced some things myself that would make a funny story."
"I can relate to that, though some of the humor might be mostly for these recent few chapters."
He nods "Well thank you for witnessing my performance," He picks up his hat, chock to the brim with tips.
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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 wizard rolls his eyes. "I have no quarry with you." he says evenly. "Maybe go be useful and take care of the young tarrasque assaulting that idiot Tarnished."
"Why would I do that? I rather annoy you!" She cackles.
"You really aren't. I'm just trying to make some beats in here."
"Too bad!" she chuckles and flips him off.
He just shrugs, putting his head back inside his tower and going back to mixing beats.
She thinks for a moment, pulling out a clear cube with different faces. She giggles madly, waving it in the air. It begins to glow, getting brighter by the second. She takes a few steps back, setting it on the ground. Dirt, stone, and anything around it begins to get sucked in.
*I re-posted what my characters are up to...I don't feel great mentally right now*
Barbeau points to the cig "Don't do that. You may be able to withstand the carcinogens, but your palate will still suffer." He walks to a strange altar and fills a couple of paper cups with hot soup and begins walking back.
*Also, we may have to continue this later.*
*I'm fine with continuing this later.*
He frowns slightly, taking the cigarette out with a blow of smoke "Still the same cook you've always been." He tosses it to the ground and stomps it out. He looks to the cups and the hot soup with a bit of curiosity, continuing to follow.
*Did you dream about me?*
Barbeau brings the soup to the hypothermic Hunters and watches them try to think of some other option to avoid drinking. They can't, given that home base is too far for them to get there and warm up in time.
*You cant prove that I didn't.*
Don looks to the kindness of Barbeau, slightly disgusted, but understanding what he's thinking "I wouldn't have done the same, you're too kind."
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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'm back and ready to once again play my Fictional Characters (whom I am realizing give me strong fanmade-Deltarune-secret-boss vibes)*
Traitor is back at the Inn, plotting something.
KK is trying to fix her radio signal connection.
The Seer is watching outside the Inn, also plotting something.
She feels a manic presence as something slams into the wall of her lair. Something begins to pry open the doors as the lights flicker and all the clocks turn to read 4:44. She can hear gunshots and people shouting aggressively. "She's heading inside! Stop her!"
*Oh, one tiny retcon- KK is a cloth mannequin rather than fiberglass.*
She nearly falls out of her chair at the sound of the something slamming against the wall, placing her radio on the table beside her and rushing to the doors to find out what's going on. As she does so, she uses her Broadcasting Network ability to sense how many creatures there are outside.
There is a Spectre and three Hunters. As she opens the door, she gets a good look at the malignant spirit: a woman with deep, dark, smiling eyes leaking a black substance, a curly hairstyle out of the 1950s, a stitch down her forehead, and a lipless grin. Her dress is tattered, and the shreds move like tentacles. "Can I come in, dear? It's rather urgent." She stands politely, many bullet holes rapidly healing.
The Hunters are drawing silvered blades. "They're working together! Kill them both!"
"Oh, y- yeah, of course!" She lets the fellow Spectral entity inside, before closing the door and locking it if possible.
*Hello Baalze! You up for continuing this?*
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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)
*Do you want to deal with any of mine?*
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.)
She hisses and squirms in his arms, overstimulated and a blushing mess.
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
*Yeah...I'm gonna re-do what they are doing though..I don't feel to good mentally right now and I just wanna play comfort characters*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I can relate to that, though some of the humor might be mostly for these recent few chapters."
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)
(is anyone open?)
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
*Re-do of what my characters are up to. I don't feel great mentally so I'm just gonna be using comfort characters*
Theren is sitting on a comfy couch, wrapped in a blanket and drinking hot chocolate.
Phoenix is in his room sipping tea and working on a book.
The Tarnished is sitting outside with Helena cradled in his lap. He is bleeding badly with half of his helmet missing.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She thinks for a moment, pulling out a clear cube with different faces. She giggles madly, waving it in the air. It begins to glow, getting brighter by the second. She takes a few steps back, setting it on the ground. Dirt, stone, and anything around it begins to get sucked in.
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 lets her loose enough to get away if she wants to, blushing pretty brightly as well.
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.)
*I re-posted what my characters are up to...I don't feel great mentally right now*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I am!*
Traitor is skulking about the shadows in the woods.
KK is at her studio, working on multiple projects at once.
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 sits on the ground, rubbing her hands like a fly.
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
*Did you dream about me?*
Barbeau brings the soup to the hypothermic Hunters and watches them try to think of some other option to avoid drinking. They can't, given that home base is too far for them to get there and warm up in time.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He nods "Well thank you for witnessing my performance," He picks up his hat, chock to the brim with tips.
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.)
*Okie dokie.*
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
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*You cant prove that I didn't.*
Don looks to the kindness of Barbeau, slightly disgusted, but understanding what he's thinking "I wouldn't have done the same, you're too kind."
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 puts the rest of his things back on "So, ya want to get somethin' to eat?"
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.)
*Hello Baalze! You up for continuing this?*
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)
*Comfort is sometimes all you can get.*
Gon sits next to Theren with their own cup of hot coco and a smile, although they don't seem to need it to stay warm.
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.)
*Yeah*
Theren seems lost in thought as he sips his coco, marshmallows floating around in it slowly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.