She shakes her head. "Godlike ancient beings were involved, but I'm not one of them. In fact, before this I was just one of their pawns."
"Did you seek help? Freedom from your curse?" he asks, walking around them in a circle slowly
She shifts her position every so often to keep him within her vision. "Yeah, and someone did help, and that's why I'm currently like this. I don't intend on going back to normal anytime soon, though."
The Priest thinks thoughtfully. "Well...you should go back to normal.."
"Yeah, I could. Eventually. Maybe. But I still have a mission to complete beforehand."
"And what mission is that?"
"Revenge. I know, not the most noble motivator, but it's about time their 'eye for an eye' policy came back to bite them- and, well, let's just say she has a lot of eyes."
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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)
Father Luciano has summoned a few minor celestial spirits to help him clean up the temple. They sweep the floors, wash the stained glass windows, and clean the pews. Luciano is currently at the front altar, writing down things he has to do specifically so he doesn't forget.
The Gym bro celestial walks into the temple, dressed in his usual attire of a plain white t shirt and grey sweatpants. He makes sure to not get in the way of the minor spirits, as he sips his fruit smoothie. He patiently waits for the Father to finish his duties, lowering his circular black sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.
Luciano looks up, smiling warmly "Welcome my son, how art thou?"
He smiles back at them, bowing deeply "Greetings Father. I am doing well, I should introduce myself. I am Antegrious, Judge of the High Courts of the Celestial realm."
He nods, bowing "Welcome, a pleasure to have one of your kind in my home." He smiles.
He smiles, sipping his smoothie "It is a pleasure to be here, you may not believe it but there is mention of you in the Celestial realm. A noble and pious man you are."
"Mn, I did not know this. How interesting." He chuckles "But I can assure you any word of me is most likely an exaggeration."
He chuckles with him "Humble as well. Good to hear." He finishes off the drink, making it disappear with a flourish "I can assure you, that most of it is not."
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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.'
She shakes her head. "Godlike ancient beings were involved, but I'm not one of them. In fact, before this I was just one of their pawns."
"Did you seek help? Freedom from your curse?" he asks, walking around them in a circle slowly
She shifts her position every so often to keep him within her vision. "Yeah, and someone did help, and that's why I'm currently like this. I don't intend on going back to normal anytime soon, though."
The Priest thinks thoughtfully. "Well...you should go back to normal.."
"Yeah, I could. Eventually. Maybe. But I still have a mission to complete beforehand."
"And what mission is that?"
"Revenge. I know, not the most noble motivator, but it's about time their 'eye for an eye' policy came back to bite them- and, well, let's just say she has a lot of eyes."
"Is she an evil goddess?" the man asks.
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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.
She shakes her head. "Godlike ancient beings were involved, but I'm not one of them. In fact, before this I was just one of their pawns."
"Did you seek help? Freedom from your curse?" he asks, walking around them in a circle slowly
She shifts her position every so often to keep him within her vision. "Yeah, and someone did help, and that's why I'm currently like this. I don't intend on going back to normal anytime soon, though."
The Priest thinks thoughtfully. "Well...you should go back to normal.."
"Yeah, I could. Eventually. Maybe. But I still have a mission to complete beforehand."
"And what mission is that?"
"Revenge. I know, not the most noble motivator, but it's about time their 'eye for an eye' policy came back to bite them- and, well, let's just say she has a lot of eyes."
"Is she an evil goddess?" the man asks.
"Goddess? Not quite. Evil? Absolutely- of the Elder variety, in fact."
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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)
She shakes her head. "Godlike ancient beings were involved, but I'm not one of them. In fact, before this I was just one of their pawns."
"Did you seek help? Freedom from your curse?" he asks, walking around them in a circle slowly
She shifts her position every so often to keep him within her vision. "Yeah, and someone did help, and that's why I'm currently like this. I don't intend on going back to normal anytime soon, though."
The Priest thinks thoughtfully. "Well...you should go back to normal.."
"Yeah, I could. Eventually. Maybe. But I still have a mission to complete beforehand."
"And what mission is that?"
"Revenge. I know, not the most noble motivator, but it's about time their 'eye for an eye' policy came back to bite them- and, well, let's just say she has a lot of eyes."
"Is she an evil goddess?" the man asks.
"Goddess? Not quite. Evil? Absolutely- of the Elder variety, in fact."
"Sounds like a lovely fight." he says. "Show me will you?"
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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.
Father Luciano has summoned a few minor celestial spirits to help him clean up the temple. They sweep the floors, wash the stained glass windows, and clean the pews. Luciano is currently at the front altar, writing down things he has to do specifically so he doesn't forget.
The Gym bro celestial walks into the temple, dressed in his usual attire of a plain white t shirt and grey sweatpants. He makes sure to not get in the way of the minor spirits, as he sips his fruit smoothie. He patiently waits for the Father to finish his duties, lowering his circular black sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.
Luciano looks up, smiling warmly "Welcome my son, how art thou?"
He smiles back at them, bowing deeply "Greetings Father. I am doing well, I should introduce myself. I am Antegrious, Judge of the High Courts of the Celestial realm."
He nods, bowing "Welcome, a pleasure to have one of your kind in my home." He smiles.
He smiles, sipping his smoothie "It is a pleasure to be here, you may not believe it but there is mention of you in the Celestial realm. A noble and pious man you are."
"Mn, I did not know this. How interesting." He chuckles "But I can assure you any word of me is most likely an exaggeration."
He chuckles with him "Humble as well. Good to hear." He finishes off the drink, making it disappear with a flourish "I can assure you, that most of it is not."
He shakes his head "I am just a man who follows a goddess. That is all."
*the several dozen pep rallies I was forced to attend in my high school tenure did nothing but worsen my existing hearing condition. If you can, run.*
“Sorry to disturb. I thought we could perhaps discuss the extraplanar sources of necrotic effects today, but if you’re busy I understand.”
“I have lots of names! None of them important.” He grins. “Call me whatever you like.”
*Same, now that I'm back nothing has changed other than my hearing growing worse.*
She fully opens the door, revealing she isn't in her usual outside plague doctor's outfit, simply in her work pajamas "Oh of course professor, I love a good discussion."
He tilts his head, wiping away the tears "I would prefer to know your name, any of them, but that's fine. Just call me the Jester."
“Alright.” He enters and sets his papers on the table. “So what do you know about the Great Wheel?”
“Call me Rio.”
She pulls out a whiteboard from behind one of the walls, "This is my first hearing of it, so I wouldn't know much,."
"Okay Rio. Why do you look like a snake?"
“Basically, it’s a model of the multiverse consisting of numerous concentric rings and layers.” He takes out a marker and stands, drawing a perfect circle on it.
“Because I am a snake?”
She looks to the whiteboard, taking out her notebook and beginning to write "Hmm, so I assume the layers are stacked on top of each other like on a cake?"
He tilts his head "You're a snake?"
*Jobah?*
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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 several dozen pep rallies I was forced to attend in my high school tenure did nothing but worsen my existing hearing condition. If you can, run.*
“Sorry to disturb. I thought we could perhaps discuss the extraplanar sources of necrotic effects today, but if you’re busy I understand.”
“I have lots of names! None of them important.” He grins. “Call me whatever you like.”
*Same, now that I'm back nothing has changed other than my hearing growing worse.*
She fully opens the door, revealing she isn't in her usual outside plague doctor's outfit, simply in her work pajamas "Oh of course professor, I love a good discussion."
He tilts his head, wiping away the tears "I would prefer to know your name, any of them, but that's fine. Just call me the Jester."
“Alright.” He enters and sets his papers on the table. “So what do you know about the Great Wheel?”
“Call me Rio.”
She pulls out a whiteboard from behind one of the walls, "This is my first hearing of it, so I wouldn't know much,."
"Okay Rio. Why do you look like a snake?"
“Basically, it’s a model of the multiverse consisting of numerous concentric rings and layers.” He takes out a marker and stands, drawing a perfect circle on it.
“Because I am a snake?”
She looks to the whiteboard, taking out her notebook and beginning to write "Hmm, so I assume the layers are stacked on top of each other like on a cake?"
He tilts his head "You're a snake?"
*Jobah?*
“Would that it were so simple. Unfortunately for cartographers, the layers all exist in the same spatial area, but in different dimensions such that they occupy the same place but don’t directly interact.”
“Demon.” He amends. “But a snake demon. So yes! But no.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"Great!" he says, kissing his cheek
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"But of course, free will is something each being, alive or dead, should be allowed to have."
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
"Revenge. I know, not the most noble motivator, but it's about time their 'eye for an eye' policy came back to bite them- and, well, let's just say she has a lot of eyes."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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He just shrugs. "so. are there any demons?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He chuckles with him "Humble as well. Good to hear." He finishes off the drink, making it disappear with a flourish "I can assure you, that most of it is not."
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.)
"Is she an evil goddess?" the man asks.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"..." He hesitates, looking away.
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
"Goddess? Not quite. Evil? Absolutely- of the Elder variety, in fact."
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)
"Father." he says simply, adjusting his gloves.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Sounds like a lovely fight." he says. "Show me will you?"
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 "I am just a man who follows a goddess. That is all."
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
Mauric kisses him back. “So… since I’ve got all of the indefinite details for the ceremony worked out, all we need to continue is a definite date.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"Many claim to follow many gods and goddesses, few commit truly." He leans against one of the walls "Are you busy Father?"
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.)
"Why not...Monday?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Jobah?*
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 sighs "My son.. I cannot divulge that information. I am sorry."
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 raises a brow, a look of confusion on his face "Not at the moment?.."
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
"And why is that?" he asks, still calm
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Would that it were so simple. Unfortunately for cartographers, the layers all exist in the same spatial area, but in different dimensions such that they occupy the same place but don’t directly interact.”
“Demon.” He amends. “But a snake demon. So yes! But no.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"It is against what I stand for.." He says.
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