He hears muttering, a psychic chatter he was likely not meant to overhear. "...too much disturbance in the zeitgeist. I'll have to send out some more Dreameaters. After all, even a diamond can be crushed."
He cackles softly, tugging at his ear "Yes... no... find the talker, cut their tongue out... Of course!"
"Clearly a psychic... likely psychopathic to boot... easy to install. C'mon, give me something fun to work with." The rasping, breathless voice chuckles. "What's your name, kid?"
"I see..." She plucks the pen from the air, and begins sketching out a concept for her new form.
Once she finishes the sketch, mist rises from the floor and fills it out. Once it finishes that, the form takes a deep breath giving it a 3 dimensional form and it twists all its joints 360 degrees before settling to its normal position. "Too MUCh?"
She looks at the creation- a towering creature with numerous long, spindly arms all along its body and a carapace of shimmering stained glass- thinking about it for a moment. "Hmm... perhaps not enough." She starts sketching out another concept.
The first one animates and walks away, disappearing into the void. "PERHAPS start With a Human BASE?"
She stops for a moment, erasing some parts of her design and adding a more humanoid base, before immediately beginning to create an increasingly non-humanoid shell that connects to it.
"What EXActLY do YOu wanT for a Form? WHAT maIn featureS?"
"I'm not specifically looking for any particular features, but I do want it to be-" She stops, a brief moment of inspiration crossing her mind. "I want something that grows. Changes. Develops. Something that's always changing, always adapting... never the same thing for long." She laughs a bit as she starts her work again.
"OH. How ABOut thIs for INspiraTIOn?" A chameleon climbs out of the ground and towards KK
She picks up the chameleon, looking at it for a moment. "Well, it's somewhat similar to a few things I was seeking... but not quite the spreading and growing part. Still gives me ideas, though..." She returns to her sketch, making a few edits.
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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)
Podmorski rubs his chin and spins in his chair. "At this point in time, I am merely a thought-form, a phantom with no body or life of its own. As a living dream, I could theoretically make anything, but I need them to abide by the laws of your reality to send them into your realm. I am very good with machines, so that's what I typically use when I need minions. If you can get me close enough to set up a dossier, I can easily build a machine that could capture and cook her. Assuming that is even possible." He sounds very confident for someone who has no clue as to what he's facing other than it can reduce deadly monsters to dust.
"...Yeah, I can do that. I've also got my own reasons to see her dealt with, so if it means she'll be out of the picture, I'm on board!" She seems confident as while, despite not knowing what his plan is or the true extent of the Seer's power.
"It's so nice to meet someone who understands. Guiltless, hungry, virtuous. It will be an honor to work with you." Podmorski's eyes smile.
She picks up the chameleon, looking at it for a moment. "Well, it's somewhat similar to a few things I was seeking... but not quite the spreading and growing part. Still gives me ideas, though..." She returns to her sketch, making a few edits.
The voice waits and does the same as before once KK is done.
Podmorski rubs his chin and spins in his chair. "At this point in time, I am merely a thought-form, a phantom with no body or life of its own. As a living dream, I could theoretically make anything, but I need them to abide by the laws of your reality to send them into your realm. I am very good with machines, so that's what I typically use when I need minions. If you can get me close enough to set up a dossier, I can easily build a machine that could capture and cook her. Assuming that is even possible." He sounds very confident for someone who has no clue as to what he's facing other than it can reduce deadly monsters to dust.
"...Yeah, I can do that. I've also got my own reasons to see her dealt with, so if it means she'll be out of the picture, I'm on board!" She seems confident as while, despite not knowing what his plan is or the true extent of the Seer's power.
"It's so nice to meet someone who understands. Guiltless, hungry, virtuous. It will be an honor to work with you." Podmorski's eyes smile.
"I look forward to working with you as well. It'll be nice being able to finally get revenge on her." Traitor's glowing 'eyes' show happiness 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)
"It's so nice to meet someone who understands. Guiltless, hungry, virtuous. It will be an honor to work with you." Podmorski's eyes smile.
"I look forward to working with you as well. It'll be nice being able to finally get revenge on her." Traitor's glowing 'eyes' show happiness as well.
"All I need you to do is get close, and I'll be able to whip up a badnick in a jiffy. Until then, I'll be hanging around, picking off the denizens of the local dreamland. Stay safe. I do tend to get so impatient when my allies start dying."
She picks up the chameleon, looking at it for a moment. "Well, it's somewhat similar to a few things I was seeking... but not quite the spreading and growing part. Still gives me ideas, though..." She returns to her sketch, making a few edits.
The voice waits and does the same as before once KK is done.
After a few minutes of designing and editing, her design is finally, finally complete.
It manifests as a 20-foot tall prism-shaped shell- made of equal parts metal plates and cloth and bleeding red flesh, wires and veins crisscrossing and weaving all about the outer shell and connecting to speakers that spew both music and unintelligible whisperings at the same time. There is an entrance into the shell, which appears far larger on the inside. Within this shell is the true body- the concentration of their very being. It still appears as a faceless imitation of a humanoid creature, but one made of similar materials to the shell that surrounds it. Innumerable veins and wires and tubes and strings all extend from various parts of its body, tethering themselves to the chamber's inner walls and snapping to other spots as it moves about- or rather, is pulled about by said connecting threads. Faint crackles of radio static can be heard from inside, as well as the occasional crackling of electricity and the hum of aberrant machines. The shell itself is growing, too- forming more metal and flesh and cloth as its tendrils extend out to feel its surroundings, spreading like a mold.
KK looks at their vessel with pure gleeful madness, absolutely giddy at the prospect of eventually being able to become this... this thing.
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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)
"It's so nice to meet someone who understands. Guiltless, hungry, virtuous. It will be an honor to work with you." Podmorski's eyes smile.
"I look forward to working with you as well. It'll be nice being able to finally get revenge on her." Traitor's glowing 'eyes' show happiness as well.
"All I need you to do is get close, and I'll be able to whip up a badnick in a jiffy. Until then, I'll be hanging around, picking off the denizens of the local dreamland. Stay safe. I do tend to get so impatient when my allies start dying."
"I'll try my best. I can do stealth fairly well, so I should be able to get close- though, it's very hard to sneak up on someone with eyes in the back of her head. Literally. More than in the front of her head, actually."
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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)
"All I need you to do is get close, and I'll be able to whip up a badnick in a jiffy. Until then, I'll be hanging around, picking off the denizens of the local dreamland. Stay safe. I do tend to get so impatient when my allies start dying."
"I'll try my best. I can do stealth fairly well, so I should be able to get close- though, it's very hard to sneak up on someone with eyes in the back of her head. Literally. More than in the front of her head, actually."
She hears the nightmare entity chuckle and begin to sing operatically as the communicator shuts off.
"Please don't fear, oh little beast, I shall make this short and painless! All it takes is one bite! There’s no flying anymore, No place to run, you have to fight...!"
The mechanical otyugh begins to shuffle about once more.
She picks up the chameleon, looking at it for a moment. "Well, it's somewhat similar to a few things I was seeking... but not quite the spreading and growing part. Still gives me ideas, though..." She returns to her sketch, making a few edits.
The voice waits and does the same as before once KK is done.
After a few minutes of designing and editing, her design is finally, finally complete.
It manifests as a 20-foot tall prism-shaped shell- made of equal parts metal plates and cloth and bleeding red flesh, wires and veins crisscrossing and weaving all about the outer shell and connecting to speakers that spew both music and unintelligible whisperings at the same time. There is an entrance into the shell, which appears far larger on the inside. Within this shell is the true body- the concentration of their very being. It still appears as a faceless imitation of a humanoid creature, but one made of similar materials to the shell that surrounds it. Innumerable veins and wires and tubes and strings all extend from various parts of its body, tethering themselves to the chamber's inner walls and snapping to other spots as it moves about- or rather, is pulled about by said connecting threads. Faint crackles of radio static can be heard from inside, as well as the occasional crackling of electricity and the hum of aberrant machines. The shell itself is growing, too- forming more metal and flesh and cloth as its tendrils extend out to feel its surroundings, spreading like a mold.
KK looks at their vessel with pure gleeful madness, absolutely giddy at the prospect of eventually being able to become this... this thing.
The music stops in the background, which seemed to disappear until it did. With it goes the void, the pen, and the image of KK’s form. Cerberus is standing where it was, smiling.
"All I need you to do is get close, and I'll be able to whip up a badnick in a jiffy. Until then, I'll be hanging around, picking off the denizens of the local dreamland. Stay safe. I do tend to get so impatient when my allies start dying."
"I'll try my best. I can do stealth fairly well, so I should be able to get close- though, it's very hard to sneak up on someone with eyes in the back of her head. Literally. More than in the front of her head, actually."
She hears the nightmare entity chuckle and begin to sing operatically as the communicator shuts off.
"Please don't fear, oh little beast, I shall make this short and painless! All it takes is one bite! There’s no flying anymore, No place to run, you have to fight...!"
The mechanical otyugh begins to shuffle about once more.
She becomes invisible once more in a Cheshire Cat-like fashion, with her glowing eyes the last thing to vanish. She shambles away, cackling to herself.
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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 picks up the chameleon, looking at it for a moment. "Well, it's somewhat similar to a few things I was seeking... but not quite the spreading and growing part. Still gives me ideas, though..." She returns to her sketch, making a few edits.
The voice waits and does the same as before once KK is done.
After a few minutes of designing and editing, her design is finally, finally complete.
It manifests as a 20-foot tall prism-shaped shell- made of equal parts metal plates and cloth and bleeding red flesh, wires and veins crisscrossing and weaving all about the outer shell and connecting to speakers that spew both music and unintelligible whisperings at the same time. There is an entrance into the shell, which appears far larger on the inside. Within this shell is the true body- the concentration of their very being. It still appears as a faceless imitation of a humanoid creature, but one made of similar materials to the shell that surrounds it. Innumerable veins and wires and tubes and strings all extend from various parts of its body, tethering themselves to the chamber's inner walls and snapping to other spots as it moves about- or rather, is pulled about by said connecting threads. Faint crackles of radio static can be heard from inside, as well as the occasional crackling of electricity and the hum of aberrant machines. The shell itself is growing, too- forming more metal and flesh and cloth as its tendrils extend out to feel its surroundings, spreading like a mold.
KK looks at their vessel with pure gleeful madness, absolutely giddy at the prospect of eventually being able to become this... this thing.
The music stops in the background, which seemed to disappear until it did. With it goes the void, the pen, and the image of KK’s form. Cerberus is standing where it was, smiling.
KK stands there in silence for a few seconds, before turning to face Cerberus. "That was incredible! Thank you so so much! Oh, this is going to be glorious!" She seems genuinely overjoyed, and definitely a little unhinged.
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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)
"Clearly a psychic... likely psychopathic to boot... easy to install. C'mon, give me something fun to work with." The rasping, breathless voice chuckles. "What's your name, kid?"
"Yes! X was the name momma gave me... I didn't deserve a name, not like perfect sister... Saphuno..." he spits after saying her name, clenching his paws.
"Jealousy, mommy issues... you're not a psychopath at all, are you? You feel, but you just don't care. Now that's something interesting. You've even got a dream, haven't you? That's very unusual."
The Seer is continuing to spread her corruption throughout the forest. Her area of influence has extended out of the forest proper and is creeping through the nearby plains and hills.
The Traitor watches from a distance, debating when to try and get close. She's angry and uncertain and more than a little scared all at once.
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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)
"Jealousy, mommy issues... you're not a psychopath at all, are you? You feel, but you just don't care. Now that's something interesting. You've even got a dream, haven't you? That's very unusual."
"Tested! I know what not to do, but it's so fun not to do it! Hurting people? Funny... Hurting mother?... no... I would never... but, destroying everything she loves, save sister and father? Yes... yes!"
"Yes, yes... you are an implement of pain, aren't you, sweetie? Real damn shame. You make a lot of noise. Normally, you wouldn't even be able to hear me, but impacts on the dreamscape bounce off each other. You're primed to cause a lot of harm, and I'm chill with that, but I need you to kind of not do that sometimes. Think of it like you're hurting the community itself. Leave time between the blows so it remains impactful. A couple of big strikes instead of many little ones. Otherwise, I may have to get physical, and I much prefer remaining incorporeal."
Jeb is outside, still a little bummed about his bug friend dying. He is currently taking a few pictures of some flowers he thinks look pretty, trying to adjust his camera lense to get a perfect picture.
The Flesh Son is roaming around the woods, carving what appears to be sigils into trees and rocks. The sigils seem to scar and scab as if blood is welling up from them.
Home is poking a body wrapped up in white plastic that lies on the floor of the Guilt House. He tilts his head, talking to it as if it were still alive some how, telling it about his day.
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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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"Clearly a psychic... likely psychopathic to boot... easy to install. C'mon, give me something fun to work with." The rasping, breathless voice chuckles. "What's your name, kid?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"OH. How ABOut thIs for INspiraTIOn?" A chameleon climbs out of the ground and towards KK
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Snippet for KK and Cerberus(?)*
She picks up the chameleon, looking at it for a moment. "Well, it's somewhat similar to a few things I was seeking... but not quite the spreading and growing part. Still gives me ideas, though..." She returns to her sketch, making a few edits.
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)
"It's so nice to meet someone who understands. Guiltless, hungry, virtuous. It will be an honor to work with you." Podmorski's eyes smile.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The voice waits and does the same as before once KK is done.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"I look forward to working with you as well. It'll be nice being able to finally get revenge on her." Traitor's glowing 'eyes' show happiness 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)
"All I need you to do is get close, and I'll be able to whip up a badnick in a jiffy. Until then, I'll be hanging around, picking off the denizens of the local dreamland. Stay safe. I do tend to get so impatient when my allies start dying."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
After a few minutes of designing and editing, her design is finally, finally complete.
It manifests as a 20-foot tall prism-shaped shell- made of equal parts metal plates and cloth and bleeding red flesh, wires and veins crisscrossing and weaving all about the outer shell and connecting to speakers that spew both music and unintelligible whisperings at the same time. There is an entrance into the shell, which appears far larger on the inside. Within this shell is the true body- the concentration of their very being. It still appears as a faceless imitation of a humanoid creature, but one made of similar materials to the shell that surrounds it. Innumerable veins and wires and tubes and strings all extend from various parts of its body, tethering themselves to the chamber's inner walls and snapping to other spots as it moves about- or rather, is pulled about by said connecting threads. Faint crackles of radio static can be heard from inside, as well as the occasional crackling of electricity and the hum of aberrant machines. The shell itself is growing, too- forming more metal and flesh and cloth as its tendrils extend out to feel its surroundings, spreading like a mold.
KK looks at their vessel with pure gleeful madness, absolutely giddy at the prospect of eventually being able to become this... this thing.
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)
"I'll try my best. I can do stealth fairly well, so I should be able to get close- though, it's very hard to sneak up on someone with eyes in the back of her head. Literally. More than in the front of her head, actually."
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 hears the nightmare entity chuckle and begin to sing operatically as the communicator shuts off.
"Please don't fear, oh little beast,
I shall make this short and painless!
All it takes is one bite!
There’s no flying anymore,
No place to run, you have to fight...!"
The mechanical otyugh begins to shuffle about once more.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The music stops in the background, which seemed to disappear until it did. With it goes the void, the pen, and the image of KK’s form. Cerberus is standing where it was, smiling.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
She becomes invisible once more in a Cheshire Cat-like fashion, with her glowing eyes the last thing to vanish. She shambles away, cackling to herself.
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)
KK stands there in silence for a few seconds, before turning to face Cerberus. "That was incredible! Thank you so so much! Oh, this is going to be glorious!" She seems genuinely overjoyed, and definitely a little unhinged.
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)
"Jealousy, mommy issues... you're not a psychopath at all, are you? You feel, but you just don't care. Now that's something interesting. You've even got a dream, haven't you? That's very unusual."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The Seer is continuing to spread her corruption throughout the forest. Her area of influence has extended out of the forest proper and is creeping through the nearby plains and hills.
The Traitor watches from a distance, debating when to try and get close. She's angry and uncertain and more than a little scared all 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)
"Yes, yes... you are an implement of pain, aren't you, sweetie? Real damn shame. You make a lot of noise. Normally, you wouldn't even be able to hear me, but impacts on the dreamscape bounce off each other. You're primed to cause a lot of harm, and I'm chill with that, but I need you to kind of not do that sometimes. Think of it like you're hurting the community itself. Leave time between the blows so it remains impactful. A couple of big strikes instead of many little ones. Otherwise, I may have to get physical, and I much prefer remaining incorporeal."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*IM BACK-*
Jeb is outside, still a little bummed about his bug friend dying. He is currently taking a few pictures of some flowers he thinks look pretty, trying to adjust his camera lense to get a perfect picture.
The Flesh Son is roaming around the woods, carving what appears to be sigils into trees and rocks. The sigils seem to scar and scab as if blood is welling up from them.
Home is poking a body wrapped up in white plastic that lies on the floor of the Guilt House. He tilts his head, talking to it as if it were still alive some how, telling it about his day.
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