Jeb is taking pictures of bugs, giggling to himself. He looks to be around 23 with fair skin, slightly pointed ears, and a fluffy brown hair. He is dressed in a tee shirt with a graphic on the front, a pair of jeans, and a few bracelets made of colorful beads.
Stroth is inside, doing samples of the crystal tree she made. She grumbles to herself, unhappy with the outcome of its growth.
Father Luciano is inside his temple, praying to Morgana for a good harvest from the orchard that circles the church.
Riotan walks up behind him, whistling the overture from Phantom of the Opera. The grass beneath his feet smolders faintly.
Thirteen watches her test the crystals with great interest.
Mauric wanders inside the temple, looking contemplative.
Jeb flinches, not even knowing who is behind him. He makes a move to cover his head, yelping.
She bangs her head on the table, grumbling.
Luciano looks up and smiles warmly "Hello my son."
Jeb is taking pictures of bugs, giggling to himself. He looks to be around 23 with fair skin, slightly pointed ears, and a fluffy brown hair. He is dressed in a tee shirt with a graphic on the front, a pair of jeans, and a few bracelets made of colorful beads.
Stroth is inside, doing samples of the crystal tree she made. She grumbles to herself, unhappy with the outcome of its growth.
Father Luciano is inside his temple, praying to Morgana for a good harvest from the orchard that circles the church.
Riotan walks up behind him, whistling the overture from Phantom of the Opera. The grass beneath his feet smolders faintly.
Thirteen watches her test the crystals with great interest.
Mauric wanders inside the temple, looking contemplative.
Jeb flinches, not even knowing who is behind him. He makes a move to cover his head, yelping.
She bangs her head on the table, grumbling.
Luciano looks up and smiles warmly "Hello my son."
“Calm down, fella.” He says. “I’m just hanging out.”
“Is all well?” Thirteen asks Stroth.
“Oh, uh. Hello, Father.” Mauric looks up, tucking his hands in his pockets.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Jeb is taking pictures of bugs, giggling to himself. He looks to be around 23 with fair skin, slightly pointed ears, and a fluffy brown hair. He is dressed in a tee shirt with a graphic on the front, a pair of jeans, and a few bracelets made of colorful beads.
Stroth is inside, doing samples of the crystal tree she made. She grumbles to herself, unhappy with the outcome of its growth.
Father Luciano is inside his temple, praying to Morgana for a good harvest from the orchard that circles the church.
Riotan walks up behind him, whistling the overture from Phantom of the Opera. The grass beneath his feet smolders faintly.
Thirteen watches her test the crystals with great interest.
Mauric wanders inside the temple, looking contemplative.
Jeb flinches, not even knowing who is behind him. He makes a move to cover his head, yelping.
She bangs her head on the table, grumbling.
Luciano looks up and smiles warmly "Hello my son."
“Calm down, fella.” He says. “I’m just hanging out.”
“Is all well?” Thirteen asks Stroth.
“Oh, uh. Hello, Father.” Mauric looks up, tucking his hands in his pockets.
Jeb skaddles to his feet, bouncing on his heels "Well don't sneak up on me at least.. I get startled easily." He huffs.
"Noooooooooo. The sample I made didn't have the right seed germinate." She groans.
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.
A long, metal arm begins to reach out of the fireplace. Immediately, the Guilt House has the option to create the corpses of thousands upon thousands of slaughtered and devoured dreams and faeries out of the mere residual guilt wafting off the automaton. The machine climbs out fully, looking a bit like Home if he were a walking incinerator.
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.
A long, metal arm begins to reach out of the fireplace. Immediately, the Guilt House has the option to create the corpses of thousands upon thousands of slaughtered and devoured dreams and faeries out of the mere residual guilt wafting off the automaton. The machine climbs out fully, looking a bit like Home if he were a walking incinerator.
Home blinks "Oh... Well that's cool I suppose." He blinks, standing up. He walks over to it, the body bag disappearing.
Jeb is taking pictures of bugs, giggling to himself. He looks to be around 23 with fair skin, slightly pointed ears, and a fluffy brown hair. He is dressed in a tee shirt with a graphic on the front, a pair of jeans, and a few bracelets made of colorful beads.
Stroth is inside, doing samples of the crystal tree she made. She grumbles to herself, unhappy with the outcome of its growth.
Father Luciano is inside his temple, praying to Morgana for a good harvest from the orchard that circles the church.
Riotan walks up behind him, whistling the overture from Phantom of the Opera. The grass beneath his feet smolders faintly.
Thirteen watches her test the crystals with great interest.
Mauric wanders inside the temple, looking contemplative.
Jeb flinches, not even knowing who is behind him. He makes a move to cover his head, yelping.
She bangs her head on the table, grumbling.
Luciano looks up and smiles warmly "Hello my son."
“Calm down, fella.” He says. “I’m just hanging out.”
“Is all well?” Thirteen asks Stroth.
“Oh, uh. Hello, Father.” Mauric looks up, tucking his hands in his pockets.
Jeb skaddles to his feet, bouncing on his heels "Well don't sneak up on me at least.. I get startled easily." He huffs.
"Noooooooooo. The sample I made didn't have the right seed germinate." She groans.
He stands up and bows "How many I be of help?"
“Sorry. Whatcha doing?” He looks around at the flowers.
“And the right one would be?”
“I don’t need any help… just looking around, I guess.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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.
KK notices the powerful being roaming around, and decides to approach them. "Hello!"
It turns it's head, draped in a cloth hood. It wears dirty robes of white around its body and carries a pair of a massive rusted silver scissors. It bows to her calmly.
She waves back to them. "You seem to carry a lot of power within you. May I ask your name?"
"My name... I do not think I have a name.. names give meaning to things right?" It asks, tilting it's head.
"Well, that's one aspect of names. It's mostly just the sound you want others to make to get your attention. For example, I refer to myself as KK."
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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)
Jeb is taking pictures of bugs, giggling to himself. He looks to be around 23 with fair skin, slightly pointed ears, and a fluffy brown hair. He is dressed in a tee shirt with a graphic on the front, a pair of jeans, and a few bracelets made of colorful beads.
Stroth is inside, doing samples of the crystal tree she made. She grumbles to herself, unhappy with the outcome of its growth.
Father Luciano is inside his temple, praying to Morgana for a good harvest from the orchard that circles the church.
Riotan walks up behind him, whistling the overture from Phantom of the Opera. The grass beneath his feet smolders faintly.
Thirteen watches her test the crystals with great interest.
Mauric wanders inside the temple, looking contemplative.
Jeb flinches, not even knowing who is behind him. He makes a move to cover his head, yelping.
She bangs her head on the table, grumbling.
Luciano looks up and smiles warmly "Hello my son."
“Calm down, fella.” He says. “I’m just hanging out.”
“Is all well?” Thirteen asks Stroth.
“Oh, uh. Hello, Father.” Mauric looks up, tucking his hands in his pockets.
Jeb skaddles to his feet, bouncing on his heels "Well don't sneak up on me at least.. I get startled easily." He huffs.
"Noooooooooo. The sample I made didn't have the right seed germinate." She groans.
He stands up and bows "How many I be of help?"
“Sorry. Whatcha doing?” He looks around at the flowers.
“And the right one would be?”
“I don’t need any help… just looking around, I guess.”
"Pictures and stuff, a hobby of mine actually." He chuckles "Bugs are really cool. They got these whole societies we never see and stuff." He explains passionately.
"The flowers should be purple... Not blue." She explains. She points to the blue flowers on it.
"Very well then, if you need me, I'll be right here." He sits down in a pew, pulling out his notebook.
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.
KK notices the powerful being roaming around, and decides to approach them. "Hello!"
It turns it's head, draped in a cloth hood. It wears dirty robes of white around its body and carries a pair of a massive rusted silver scissors. It bows to her calmly.
She waves back to them. "You seem to carry a lot of power within you. May I ask your name?"
"My name... I do not think I have a name.. names give meaning to things right?" It asks, tilting it's head.
"Well, that's one aspect of names. It's mostly just the sound you want others to make to get your attention. For example, I refer to myself as KK."
"Hmmm. Hello KK, why did you pick that name?" It asks curiously.
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.
KK notices the powerful being roaming around, and decides to approach them. "Hello!"
It turns it's head, draped in a cloth hood. It wears dirty robes of white around its body and carries a pair of a massive rusted silver scissors. It bows to her calmly.
She waves back to them. "You seem to carry a lot of power within you. May I ask your name?"
"My name... I do not think I have a name.. names give meaning to things right?" It asks, tilting it's head.
"Well, that's one aspect of names. It's mostly just the sound you want others to make to get your attention. For example, I refer to myself as KK."
"Hmmm. Hello KK, why did you pick that name?" It asks curiously.
"It's technically not my real name- it's just the one I go by most often. It started as more of a 'stage name' so to speak- though, the broadcast I'm a cohost of isn't on a stage."
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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)
Jeb is taking pictures of bugs, giggling to himself. He looks to be around 23 with fair skin, slightly pointed ears, and a fluffy brown hair. He is dressed in a tee shirt with a graphic on the front, a pair of jeans, and a few bracelets made of colorful beads.
Stroth is inside, doing samples of the crystal tree she made. She grumbles to herself, unhappy with the outcome of its growth.
Father Luciano is inside his temple, praying to Morgana for a good harvest from the orchard that circles the church.
Riotan walks up behind him, whistling the overture from Phantom of the Opera. The grass beneath his feet smolders faintly.
Thirteen watches her test the crystals with great interest.
Mauric wanders inside the temple, looking contemplative.
Jeb flinches, not even knowing who is behind him. He makes a move to cover his head, yelping.
She bangs her head on the table, grumbling.
Luciano looks up and smiles warmly "Hello my son."
“Calm down, fella.” He says. “I’m just hanging out.”
“Is all well?” Thirteen asks Stroth.
“Oh, uh. Hello, Father.” Mauric looks up, tucking his hands in his pockets.
Jeb skaddles to his feet, bouncing on his heels "Well don't sneak up on me at least.. I get startled easily." He huffs.
"Noooooooooo. The sample I made didn't have the right seed germinate." She groans.
He stands up and bows "How many I be of help?"
“Sorry. Whatcha doing?” He looks around at the flowers.
“And the right one would be?”
“I don’t need any help… just looking around, I guess.”
"Pictures and stuff, a hobby of mine actually." He chuckles "Bugs are really cool. They got these whole societies we never see and stuff." He explains passionately.
"The flowers should be purple... Not blue." She explains. She points to the blue flowers on it.
"Very well then, if you need me, I'll be right here." He sits down in a pew, pulling out his notebook.
“Oh yeah, bugs are delicious.” He nods in agreement. “And the collapse of society tastes even better.”
“So what would that lead you to need to do?”
Mauric examines the cathedral’s many features. “So this is a temple for Morgana?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A long, metal arm begins to reach out of the fireplace. Immediately, the Guilt House has the option to create the corpses of thousands upon thousands of slaughtered and devoured dreams and faeries out of the mere residual guilt wafting off the automaton. The machine climbs out fully, looking a bit like Home if he were a walking incinerator.
Home blinks "Oh... Well that's cool I suppose." He blinks, standing up. He walks over to it, the body bag disappearing.
"You're darn right it's cool." It speaks in a distorted version of Home's own voice. "Robot doppelgangers are hard to build, and even harder to program emotions into. Basically, I'm here to suffer with you. Think of me as a spy pretending to be you, but badly."
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
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.
KK notices the powerful being roaming around, and decides to approach them. "Hello!"
It turns it's head, draped in a cloth hood. It wears dirty robes of white around its body and carries a pair of a massive rusted silver scissors. It bows to her calmly.
She waves back to them. "You seem to carry a lot of power within you. May I ask your name?"
"My name... I do not think I have a name.. names give meaning to things right?" It asks, tilting it's head.
"Well, that's one aspect of names. It's mostly just the sound you want others to make to get your attention. For example, I refer to myself as KK."
"Hmmm. Hello KK, why did you pick that name?" It asks curiously.
"It's technically not my real name- it's just the one I go by most often. It started as more of a 'stage name' so to speak- though, the broadcast I'm a cohost of isn't on a stage."
Jeb is taking pictures of bugs, giggling to himself. He looks to be around 23 with fair skin, slightly pointed ears, and a fluffy brown hair. He is dressed in a tee shirt with a graphic on the front, a pair of jeans, and a few bracelets made of colorful beads.
Stroth is inside, doing samples of the crystal tree she made. She grumbles to herself, unhappy with the outcome of its growth.
Father Luciano is inside his temple, praying to Morgana for a good harvest from the orchard that circles the church.
Riotan walks up behind him, whistling the overture from Phantom of the Opera. The grass beneath his feet smolders faintly.
Thirteen watches her test the crystals with great interest.
Mauric wanders inside the temple, looking contemplative.
Jeb flinches, not even knowing who is behind him. He makes a move to cover his head, yelping.
She bangs her head on the table, grumbling.
Luciano looks up and smiles warmly "Hello my son."
“Calm down, fella.” He says. “I’m just hanging out.”
“Is all well?” Thirteen asks Stroth.
“Oh, uh. Hello, Father.” Mauric looks up, tucking his hands in his pockets.
Jeb skaddles to his feet, bouncing on his heels "Well don't sneak up on me at least.. I get startled easily." He huffs.
"Noooooooooo. The sample I made didn't have the right seed germinate." She groans.
He stands up and bows "How many I be of help?"
“Sorry. Whatcha doing?” He looks around at the flowers.
“And the right one would be?”
“I don’t need any help… just looking around, I guess.”
"Pictures and stuff, a hobby of mine actually." He chuckles "Bugs are really cool. They got these whole societies we never see and stuff." He explains passionately.
"The flowers should be purple... Not blue." She explains. She points to the blue flowers on it.
"Very well then, if you need me, I'll be right here." He sits down in a pew, pulling out his notebook.
“Oh yeah, bugs are delicious.” He nods in agreement. “And the collapse of society tastes even better.”
“So what would that lead you to need to do?”
Mauric examines the cathedral’s many features. “So this is a temple for Morgana?”
".. no?" He shakes his head.
"I don't know.. soil samples came back as fine, water was the same.. maybe it's the environment?"
A long, metal arm begins to reach out of the fireplace. Immediately, the Guilt House has the option to create the corpses of thousands upon thousands of slaughtered and devoured dreams and faeries out of the mere residual guilt wafting off the automaton. The machine climbs out fully, looking a bit like Home if he were a walking incinerator.
Home blinks "Oh... Well that's cool I suppose." He blinks, standing up. He walks over to it, the body bag disappearing.
"You're darn right it's cool." It speaks in a distorted version of Home's own voice. "Robot doppelgangers are hard to build, and even harder to program emotions into. Basically, I'm here to suffer with you. Think of me as a spy pretending to be you, but badly."
"That's chill I suppose. This kid Gon keeps showing up wanting to be my friend but I don't think he knows what this place is. Bodies keep showing up cause of him like that one over there." He points to the one wrapped in white only to realize it's gone "Well that's a shame, I was going to ask if to play poker with me."
Jeb is taking pictures of bugs, giggling to himself. He looks to be around 23 with fair skin, slightly pointed ears, and a fluffy brown hair. He is dressed in a tee shirt with a graphic on the front, a pair of jeans, and a few bracelets made of colorful beads.
Stroth is inside, doing samples of the crystal tree she made. She grumbles to herself, unhappy with the outcome of its growth.
Father Luciano is inside his temple, praying to Morgana for a good harvest from the orchard that circles the church.
Riotan walks up behind him, whistling the overture from Phantom of the Opera. The grass beneath his feet smolders faintly.
Thirteen watches her test the crystals with great interest.
Mauric wanders inside the temple, looking contemplative.
Jeb flinches, not even knowing who is behind him. He makes a move to cover his head, yelping.
She bangs her head on the table, grumbling.
Luciano looks up and smiles warmly "Hello my son."
“Calm down, fella.” He says. “I’m just hanging out.”
“Is all well?” Thirteen asks Stroth.
“Oh, uh. Hello, Father.” Mauric looks up, tucking his hands in his pockets.
Jeb skaddles to his feet, bouncing on his heels "Well don't sneak up on me at least.. I get startled easily." He huffs.
"Noooooooooo. The sample I made didn't have the right seed germinate." She groans.
He stands up and bows "How many I be of help?"
“Sorry. Whatcha doing?” He looks around at the flowers.
“And the right one would be?”
“I don’t need any help… just looking around, I guess.”
"Pictures and stuff, a hobby of mine actually." He chuckles "Bugs are really cool. They got these whole societies we never see and stuff." He explains passionately.
"The flowers should be purple... Not blue." She explains. She points to the blue flowers on it.
"Very well then, if you need me, I'll be right here." He sits down in a pew, pulling out his notebook.
“Oh yeah, bugs are delicious.” He nods in agreement. “And the collapse of society tastes even better.”
“So what would that lead you to need to do?”
Mauric examines the cathedral’s many features. “So this is a temple for Morgana?”
".. no?" He shakes his head.
"I don't know.. soil samples came back as fine, water was the same.. maybe it's the environment?"
He nods "In her name. Why do you ask?'
“Yeah, they’re not for everyone, I guess.” He nods again.
“Perhaps it’s crossbreeding with other specimens in the same area?” Thirteen proposes.
“Well, I’ve interacted with Her a lot is all. But I don’t really know much about Her…”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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
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Jeb flinches, not even knowing who is behind him. He makes a move to cover his head, yelping.
She bangs her head on the table, grumbling.
Luciano looks up and smiles warmly "Hello my son."
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
“Calm down, fella.” He says. “I’m just hanging out.”
“Is all well?” Thirteen asks Stroth.
“Oh, uh. Hello, Father.” Mauric looks up, tucking his hands in his pockets.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Jeb skaddles to his feet, bouncing on his heels "Well don't sneak up on me at least.. I get startled easily." He huffs.
"Noooooooooo. The sample I made didn't have the right seed germinate." She groans.
He stands up and bows "How many I be of help?"
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
A long, metal arm begins to reach out of the fireplace. Immediately, the Guilt House has the option to create the corpses of thousands upon thousands of slaughtered and devoured dreams and faeries out of the mere residual guilt wafting off the automaton. The machine climbs out fully, looking a bit like Home if he were a walking incinerator.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Home blinks "Oh... Well that's cool I suppose." He blinks, standing up. He walks over to it, the body bag disappearing.
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
“Sorry. Whatcha doing?” He looks around at the flowers.
“And the right one would be?”
“I don’t need any help… just looking around, I guess.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Well, that's one aspect of names. It's mostly just the sound you want others to make to get your attention. For example, I refer to myself as KK."
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)
"Pictures and stuff, a hobby of mine actually." He chuckles "Bugs are really cool. They got these whole societies we never see and stuff." He explains passionately.
"The flowers should be purple... Not blue." She explains. She points to the blue flowers on it.
"Very well then, if you need me, I'll be right here." He sits down in a pew, pulling out his notebook.
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
"Hmmm. Hello KK, why did you pick that name?" It asks curiously.
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
"It's technically not my real name- it's just the one I go by most often. It started as more of a 'stage name' so to speak- though, the broadcast I'm a cohost of isn't on a stage."
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)
“Oh yeah, bugs are delicious.” He nods in agreement. “And the collapse of society tastes even better.”
“So what would that lead you to need to do?”
Mauric examines the cathedral’s many features. “So this is a temple for Morgana?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"You're darn right it's cool." It speaks in a distorted version of Home's own voice. "Robot doppelgangers are hard to build, and even harder to program emotions into. Basically, I'm here to suffer with you. Think of me as a spy pretending to be you, but badly."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(good evening everyone)
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
"A nickname?" It asks.
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
".. no?" He shakes his head.
"I don't know.. soil samples came back as fine, water was the same.. maybe it's the environment?"
He nods "In her name. Why do you ask?'
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
"That's chill I suppose. This kid Gon keeps showing up wanting to be my friend but I don't think he knows what this place is. Bodies keep showing up cause of him like that one over there." He points to the one wrapped in white only to realize it's gone "Well that's a shame, I was going to ask if to play poker with me."
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
*Snippet for KK and The Flesh Son*
"Of sorts. I didn't want to use my old name on air."
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)
*Good evening! How are you today?*
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)
“Yeah, they’re not for everyone, I guess.” He nods again.
“Perhaps it’s crossbreeding with other specimens in the same area?” Thirteen proposes.
“Well, I’ve interacted with Her a lot is all. But I don’t really know much about Her…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(i am doing well. you?)
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